Profile of Nothus

His mother was a loyalist and a soldier, loyal to House Cato. She was a servant to the family and dedicated her life and her will to Basilius IV, as well as the Crown. For her fever, he would bless her with a child, a bastard who took a name that was as vile as what he was. 'He is nothing but a bastard - a Nothus. Nothing.' And he would never be looked at by the royal again. His mother would keep the name for her son, knowing it to be a jarring title, and yet one that perhaps her son could overcome. For despite being Nothus ... he was half-royal. Half-god.

What a blessing to his mother to have borne a piece of the great Basilius ... for she was a woman who strove only to perpetuate the royals, the Crown. Her fealty knew no bounds. Yet she was a good mother; kind, patient, loving. She was tender to her only son. She told him that he was worth more than what the world offered him - that the blood of gods touched his veins, and that the world would see him, someday.

But his mother's loyalty came with a fault. The army would take her life, a life that she guarded so intently for the crown and for her son. And as a sick joke, his father threw the boy into the pits as well, to sulk in the shadow of his mother and to revel in his sullen name.