Varius would rise up, dust, dirt, sweat, and blood caked to his skin as he walked towards that of the trainer.  His eyes having a harsh distain for those that carried the whip, thou he would walk on to where he was commanded.  Obediant but not that social, he kept his mouth shut and his actions to speak the volumes of his potential.  His loincloth fluttering with each step he took in his sandals towards that of the trainer.  His head kept high his eyes narrowed and his face turned in a scowl.<br/><br/>Tattoos of various gods and demigods adorned his arms and shoulders, a single scar over the left side of his cheek marking him a gladiator and not a free man.  Long reddish hue hair kept loose  over his face, and blueish ice fierce looking eyes peered back at the man whom carried the commands of the school.