Name Marcus Didius<br/>Age     : 25<br/>Height  : 6’<br/>Weight  : 220 lbs.<br/>Station : Slave – Gladiator<br/>Eyes    : Brown<br/>Hair    : None-shaved<br/><br/><br/><br/>The shouted orders echoed across the parade ground and the century of men turned in step, the sounds of the scale armour making a familiar sound to Marcus’s ears. This was his life, the life of a legion, the only life he had known and it was over. Legionary of the third century of the second Cohort of the 2nd Augusta no longer. now he was just an ex-legionary, ex freeman.<br/><br/>It had been a simple assignment, a favour from their tribune to a nobleman he was friendly with. Provide an escort for a wagon going to the nobleman’s estate in the country. The nobleman was worried about thieves that ranged the countryside and a legionary escort would put his mind at ease.<br/><br/>So the Tribune had sent an Optio and six men, including one Marcus Didius. It had been an easy assignment, the seven of them trudging along side the wagon. But then on the third day they had reached an inn called the Cockerel. There the wine had flowed and all of them had stumbled to our beds well the worse for wear. That is apart from two of the companions, they had laced the wine with some herb and we all slept soundly.<br/><br/>When they awoke in the morning the wagon was gone, as where the two thieves. The noble did not believe the story nor did the Tribune and our punishment was simple. They where cashiered from the legion and sold into slavery as Gladiators. The noble receiving the proceeds as compensation towards his loss.<br/><br/>So Marcus ended up at the Ludus of a man called Murellios where he put his years of legionary and battlefield training to good use. It was no different to killing a barbarian in some god-forsaken land than it was to kill another Gladiator in the arena. One of you would live and one would die and Marcus made sure the dying was on the other part.<br/><br/>He was no different from the other Gladiators, six feet of pure muscle mass but in looks he was no where near. His nickname was the pig owing to his sticky out ears, round full face and small pig like eyes. No great looks but still he made it to top Gladiator at the Ludus.<br/><br/>Life was a cushy as it could be for a slave, good food and wine and the company of a slave girl in his bed. Then it all changed, Murellios like all good Romans played the political game and favours, bets became called in. As part of this horse-trading Marcus suddenly found himself in a cage along with other slave-gladiators heading for a new Ludus.<br/>