Might edit this a little bit, but just wanted to get something up :D He's a nice and gentle lover...honest  ;D<br/><br/><br/><strong>Player:</strong>Kaela Mensha Khaine<br/><strong>Name:</strong>Volrath Blacksteele<br/><strong>Nickname:</strong>The Hammer of Thor<br/><strong>Age:</strong>Unknown, mid 30's is best guess<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Norse<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Male<br/><br/><strong>Height:</strong>6'2"<br/><strong>Weight:</strong>276lbs<br/><strong>Hair Color:</strong>Black<br/><strong>Eye Color:</strong>Green<br/><br/>(http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb28/Vizerakth/Warhammer/Chaos_Marauder.jpg)<br/>(http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb28/Vizerakth/Metal/31_1.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Weapons:</strong>Anything and everything. Prefers fists to finish his victims<br/><strong>Clothing:</strong>Loin cloth when not in whatever armor is or is not provided for the arena.<br/><strong>Items:</strong><br/><br/><strong>Job:</strong>Gladiator.<br/><br/><strong>Virgin:</strong>Nope<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Straight/Anything he can get his hands on really.<br/><strong>Cup/Dick Size:</strong>8 1/2"<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Volrath grew up in a violent culture and learned that all things that were wanted in life were to be taken, and to keep them, you needed to be prepared to defend them. Only the strong survived, and showing even a moment of weakness led to being robbed of all that you enjoyed and loved, including your life. This view on life has aided him well in the arena and in being a gladiator, since to get the praise and treatment he feels he deserves, he must take it from others...by defeating them in the arena. It has made him wary of others, and quite uncouth, believing that everyone is out for themselves to get what they want in life. For all his violent life and outlook, he still treats fellow warriors with a grudging respect. Any warrior who fights for his tribe and family is deserving of respect. Any coward or one whom he deems fights as one, is no better then a beast to be slaughtered and devoured. He doesn't look down upon women either unlike much of Roman society does he believes, but rather seems them as separate from the men. Women have their place and are relied upon to do their duties, much in the same way the men of his tribe were. Women have seldom said no when Volrath has asked things of him though...if out of fear, or because they were told to give him what he wished by their masters since his life as a gladiator began.<br/><strong>Favorite Food:</strong>Meat<br/><strong>Favorite Drink:</strong>Mead<br/><br/><strong>Likes:</strong>Fighting, drinking<br/><strong>Dislikes:</strong>Weakness, Roman soldiers,<br/><br/><strong>Background:</strong>Volrath was born and raised amongst a particularly bloody and violent tribe of Norse barbarians as the son of the Unberogen’s Chieftain. Raised in bloodshed amongst the constant raiding of his tribe, he quickly learned to fight, and not just fight, but enjoy it. He felt the rush of blood from taking his first life when he was just 8 years old, a rite of passage to manhood from his tribe, and it was in that moment that his heart darkened into that of a murderer. The Unberogen lifestyle taught him that fear and death were the tools to get what you wanted in life; fame, riches, women and power. Nothing in Volrath’s life was ever given to him and so he fought harder and more ferociously then all the other members of his tribe, bringing much glory to them. Unfortunately, the constant raids he led upon the Roman lands to the South brought upon his people the full ire of the Legions of Rome.<br/><br/>Rome led it's armies to the North and with the sheer weight of numbers, they crushed the Unberogens, but not without heavy losses. Very few of Volrath’s tribe survived, fighting until death rather than be taken alive. As fate would have it, a blow to the head left Volrath unconscious and he was brought back by the leader of victorious army as a gift to Marcus Caelius to pay off an owed debt, thus beginning his life as a gladiator.<br/><br/>At first, Volrath despised and hated his new life, rebelling any moment that he was able…until his first match in the arena. In the arena for the first time, he let his built up rage be unleashed and tore his first opponent apart with his bare hands to the roar of the crowd, and with the cheers and his victory, he was rewarded, a concept he was well aware of. Much of his life seemed a blur since that moment, each death just adding more to the bucket of blood which his life had now become. Over the years, Volrath cared less about regaining his freedom or getting his revenge upon the Roman Empire, and more cared about his next match, wondering who next could offer him a challenge that he so desired.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Marcipor<br/><strong>Nickname:</strong>Boy<br/><strong>Age:</strong>17<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Roman<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Male<br/><br/><strong>Height:</strong>5'8"<br/><strong>Weight:</strong>125 lbs<br/><strong>Hair Color:</strong>Brown<br/><strong>Eye Color:</strong>Hazel<br/><br/>(http://i1203.photobucket.com/albums/bb395/Angzyn/JensenAckles6.jpg)<br/>(just for Angzyn :P )<br/><br/><strong>Weapons:</strong>None<br/><strong>Clothing:</strong>Loincloth<br/><strong>Items:</strong>No possessions other then the loincloth around his waist.<br/><br/><strong>Job:</strong>Slave<br/><br/><strong>Virgin:</strong>No<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Bi<br/><strong>Dick Size:</strong>6 1/2"<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Marcipor is a timid and quiet boy, learning to hold his tongue by the mistakes of others. He often flinches at loud noises, bracing himself for the coming discipline that he always thinks is coming. Constantly nervous for fear of making his master and mistress upset, he always feels on edge, his only relief coming in his sleep...only after he is sure that his owners are sleeping first.<br/><strong>Favorite Food:</strong>Lamb<br/><strong>Favorite Drink:</strong>Wine<br/><br/><strong>Likes:</strong>Warm sunny days, Ovinus, sleeping<br/><strong>Dislikes:</strong>Beatings :(<br/><br/><strong>Background:</strong>Marcipor lived his entire life as a slave, his mother giving birth to him not long after his family entered into slavery due to outstanding debts his father had acquired due to a habit of gambling when he drank...and drinking all the time. His master prior to Marcus Caelius had been quite cruel, striking Marcipor for any perceived slight against him...even if Marcipor had nothing to do with it. His temper ended up being his undoing though, as it led him into a confrontation with one of Marcus Caelius's sons during a gladiatorial bout when he decided to talk ill of Marcus, making ridiculous claims of how House Caelius would rig fights and brought shame to the arena. Mysteriously, he was murdered him as he and Marcipor were returning to his estate. It was after that day that Marcipor ended up in service to House Caelius.<br/><br/>