<strong>Name:</strong>Marcus Septimius<br/><strong>Nicknamed:</strong>Cruentus, or bloody<br/><strong>Age:</strong>18<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Gladiator<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong>Straight<br/><strong>Nationality:</strong>Roman<br/><strong>Height:</strong>5’11<br/><strong>Weight:</strong>165 lbs<br/><br/><strong>Further Description:</strong>Marcus is pale, with disheveled red hair that goes to his chin. He is tall for the time, but quite thin for a gladiator. His nose is Roman, per his heritage, and, like younger males, his hands and feet are disproportionally large compared to his slim torso. His eyes are hazel, tending more towards a soft brown typically, but in his sadistic state (will be explained) turn more to a piercing green. His face is slim and chiseled. He’s handsome, but not overly so. He is relatively hairless, his chest completely bare, and his face mustering not much more than some stubble.<br/><br/><strong>Blemishes:</strong>His most prominent scar is on his eyebrow. The rest, speckled about his body, have long been fading.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Marcus is new to the gladiatorial scene, and thus is very naïve, but inexplicably kind to everyone, even those that hold him in disdain. He is quick to make friends, and despite the circumstances, loves to make his comrades smile. Although maintaining this cheerful persona most of the time, Marcus is bipolar, turning into a sadistic, conniving, bloodthirsty gladiator when presented with an overwhelming situation. Marcus is aware of this condition, as detailed in the biography.<br/><br/><strong>Biography:</strong>Marcus never knew his mother, as she died in childbirth. His father, an aged legionary, spent his last days caring for the young Marcus on his plot of land in Gaul. Unfortunately, Marcus’s father was slain when a Germanic tribe rampaged throughout the countryside, pillaging the farmers and like. Marcus was captured and enslaved by this Germanic tribe and forced to labor for them. He endured much physical abuse and cruelty at the hands of that tribe, and as his fragile heart couldn’t endure it, he retreated within his mind, and a new persona slowly started to take form.<br/><br/>As he slaved in the fields one fateful day, he fainted from exhaustion, inciting his overseer to whip Marcus within an inch of his life, one particularly brutal lash removing a chunk of flesh from above Marcus’s eyebrow. When Marcus awoke, his hands were bloody, bruised, and sore. He found the overseer’s body collapsed nearby, a sickle embedded in his eye socket. The tribe’s elders soon found out about such betrayal, and promptly arranged for Marcus to be executed as an example. As Marcus sat, hugging his knees in a stone hut, agonizing over what he expected to be his last night on earth, something snapped in him again.<br/><br/>He awoke in an unfamiliar field, under the gaze of two Roman legionaries. Comrades of his father, they recognized the hair and appearance of the boy, and, seeing he had nowhere else to turn, resolved to train him while on their tour of duty, and organize for him to return to Rome when he comes of age. The tribal elders were found that morning slain in their sleep, their throats cut and tongues removed. The prisoner was nowhere to be found.<br/><br/>Marcus spent four happy years training amongst the Romans, happy to be alive and to have regained his freedom. In the field of battle, he was given the nickname Cruentus, for his excessively brutal and creative killing. He gained the friendship and respect of many of his comrades. Still, as he aged and was surrounded by the cruelty of war, his condition worsened. One night he had a nightmare. He stumbled into a tent filled with a dozen of his comrades, drunk off wine and festivities. He decapitated them and their whores.<br/><br/>Come the morning, to his utter shock, he found the bodies of his allies just as he had left them in his dream. Without a word to the rest of the camp, Marcus ran off to Rome, arriving there starved and delusional. He knew he was a menace to those he loved, so he resolved to sell himself into slavery and become a gladiator, where perhaps he can learn to tame, or at least hone, his condition.<br/><br/><strong>Other:</strong>Marcus is thinner than the majority of the gladiators, and has never fought a human before in the ring. In fact, he’s brand new, and is often picked on by the more senior gladiators. Still, he tends to cling to those close to his age and revere the veterans.<br/><br/><strong>Positive sexua</strong>M+F, M+F+F, M+M+F, Switch, light bondage (giving and receiving), anal, vaginal, impregnation, playing slapping, biting, spanking, etc. (When in cruel state of mind . . .) Strictly Dominant, bondage, toys, large insertions, gagging, choking, only female, exhibitionist, dirty talking (I'll scale just how "cruel" he is according to other's preferences, as I'm not really into this stuff, but it's consistent with the character).<br/><strong>Negative sexual</strong>Homosexual pairings, bestiality, pedophilia, public humiliation, watersports, vore, mutilation (basically cut the extreme stuff)<br/><strong>Positive non-sexual</strong>Beatings, breaking of or removal of digits, anything that's skin deep, binding, starving. If it doesn't render my character impotent or a complete gimp, for the sake of keeping it real/gritty, it's OK in my book.<br/><strong>Negative non-sexual</strong>My character's going to misbehave, but, unless I arrange this ahead of time, no removal of limbs or castration.