<div align="center">(http://i332.photobucket.com/albums/m357/yuniebee/guardcaptain.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Burrus Ninnius<br/><strong>Age</strong>: 37<br/><strong>Gender</strong>: Male<br/><strong>Height</strong>: 6'0”<br/><br/><strong>Position in Ludus/Society</strong>: Guard Captain to the Ludus Leonis Scopulus.<br/><br/><strong>Appearance</strong>: Dark olive tanned skin. Various battle scars over his body, but no permanent injury. Rarely clean-shaved, often carrying dark and thick stubble across his jaw and chin. Very heavy brows over wide, lightly wrinkled eyes of a bright, sapphire blue. Against his thick, dark, pure black hair cropped at a medium-short length, the feature brings women to his bed often. Frown lines dent his forehead and brows, and his nose is lightly hooked, the bridge showing signs of breakage before. His physique is hardened and toned, as expected of both a blacksmith, a soldier and a guard. He is almost always seen wearing regulated armour, and very much taking advantage of it. A red cloak defines him as the Captain.<br/><br/><strong>Personality</strong>: On the outlook, Burrus is a quiet, serious, dedicated and simple man. But in fact, he leads by double values, cunningly aiming to please individuals based on their preferences. On one hand, he prides himself on enforcing rules and regulations, and reacting to the Domina's preference for order within the household. As such, the handful of guards he watches over are always in line and meeting the high standards of the Domina. On the other hand, he fails to follow his own preachings, often falling to self indulgent whims and a particular weakness for both women and gambling. More than often he lures female slaves of the house into his bed.<br/><br/>On closer acquaintance he is quite a dominant, egotistical and arrogant man in his prime. Burrus does in fact enjoy putting any Gladiator/s who find themselves out of the Doctore's watchful eye, back in line. So much so that he often looks for reason to do so. As such, he doesn't cope with power trips very well. If anything, he relishes the feeling of his higher status and the opportunity to punish those beneath him. The life of a Gladiator does not appeal to him in the slightest, and as much as he respects the Lanista, he often views these men as lowly dogs. They are simply put, beneath him in status, regardless of champion title or victory within the arena. Perhaps he also feels envious of those who manage to carve themselves a Legendary name? Something he has failed to do. Putting them in line doesn't just involve the physical advantage of his armour and weaponry. Oh no. Burrus often places bets on the gladiators, or allows them to place bets on one another, most of which he will fix to his advantage.... because he can.<br/><br/><strong>Brief Background</strong>: Burrus was born to a lowly Blacksmith and his wife; two native, plebeian citizens of Tarraco. His uneducated childhood was spent working the blacksmith shop and learning his father's trade. When he came of age, several conflicts in Carthage were demanding citizens put down their trade tools and take up sword and shield instead. Burrus, having been raised a patriot, performed his duty and conscripted as a common, auxilia volunteer. His first year was spent learning the basics and manning the borders. Later, he travelled to Carthage to aid the constant, military occupation there. Though he enjoyed the feeling of steel in his grasp, war just wasn't for him. A total of six years in service was enough to convince Burrus of the want to pursue a simpler life.<br/><br/>When the Carthage conflict eased over five years of military unrest, Burrus returned to Tarraco to once again work his father's shop. The simple blacksmith career failed to entertain him though, and he found himself lured by both women and gambling to waste his earnings upon. His growing need to wager coin beyond his earnings gradually placed him under a series of debts that his current job could never hope to pay off. He was faced with the choice of working the mines, or submitting himself for voluntary enslavement. He chose the later. After almost two years, he was finally able to pay off his dues, but had also thought a lot about where his path should take him next. It seemed he had all this military training under his belt, so what better way to use it than to apply himself as bodyguard? It certainly beat the option of conscripting fully to campaign and compete for the much sought after ranks of Captain and General, neither of which really appealed to him. At heart, perhaps he's a coward, though he might hide it quite well with a facade of duty. The thought of dying at the end of another blade hardly makes his chest puff with pride and honour.<br/><br/>A series of mediocre guard positions eventually led him to serve the Ludus Leonis Scopulus on a more permanent basis. Starting as just another runt, for many years, he served as a plain old guard. But when the former captain very recently stepped down, Burrus finally stepped up. The honorary role of Captain is one he intends to keep for as long as he draws breath.<br/>