Gregorius was born on the northern frontiers and apprenticed to a craftsman at a young age. As he grew to be a husky lad he caught the eye of the local Auxiliary. He quickly decided that soldiering beat working for scraps and whippings. In his first battle, the Auxiliaries were employed with the customary concern for their survival and he was one of the few survivors. With typical efficiency he found himself promoted to replacement legionary in the IVth and marched off to LONDINIVM. He was not particularly fond of the heavy, scratchy wool or bad wine there. After years of engineering a superior transportation infrastructure for the backwards barbarians (aka carrying big rocks to make roads) he finally saw action again. Although it was only a brawl at a local house of ill repute, the clever commander was such a braggart that he made the hostess and two trollops sound like international terrorists and leaders of a revolution! He even convinced citizens that the old hooch makers worshiped trees and sacrificed babies! This got all of them reassigned to Rome and lauded as titled heroes. Gregorius's size and war experience helped get him briefly stationed to the Praetorian Guard protecting the Emperor. While the pay and status were nice, the constant parades and polishing were too much like being an apprentice again. Gregorius once again moved to the far northern frontiers to train and abuse the Auxiliaries.