Personality
Titus Pullo's mother was a slave who died when he was young, and he never knew his father, though he assumes his father was an Ubian. The legion is the only family Pullo has really known; his friend Lucius Vorenus, with his strict discipline and uncompromising moral code, comes to represent something like an older brother to him, if not quite a father. Later on down the line, their roles are reversed when Vorenus becomes listless with grief then irrational with anger, and Pullo must take on the more responsible role in order to care for and protect his closest friend.
He represents on one side the darker forces of the plebeian and barbarian masses that are helping to tear the Republic apart, but also the life spirit and general goodness that is helping to forge its future. Prone to fits of violent anger, Pullo also on multiple occasions shows emotional depth and a desire to atone for his past sins. The only strong identification he has is that of a soldier. Without that, he initially struggles to fit into Roman society, before eventually finding his place. Pullo's affable manner, even when confronting adversaries, remains a constant source of levity.
Although he can be at times very blunt and clearly very barbaric, he portrays nonetheless the good friend and good man. One major trait he possesses, is that of his tremendous height and build. Titus is taller, by far, than all the rest, his feet are bigger, his arms stronger, and his head longer. Though symbolic, young Octavian does not go above his shoulders, and it is noted that he is always ducking under one ceiling or the other, and it is clear that his size is especially intimidating to slaves, as at one point, he only needed one hand to bash a slave's skull into the wall, which immediately killed the slave. He is also much taller than Vorenus, and during episodes, he describes him as "a giant."
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