GLADIATOR!- Character Sheet
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				Title: <strong>GLADIATOR!- Character Sheet</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 11:10:05</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<div align="center"><b>Ryann ap Elim</b></div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<div align="center"></div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <div align="center"><b>Tara, County Meath, Ireland</b></div><br><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ec/Tumblr_kxt77474Hb1qb2yb9o1_500.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<div align="center"><b>Appearance</b></div>She is a tall, muscular woman, standing close to 5' 11”, with long raven hair that sweeps down her back. Her skin is creamy, and indeed she holds scars on some of her flesh. Piercing hues of emerald green shine from eyes wide and fierce. Though it's obvious there is much muscle beneath her milky skin, her curves are delicious, a lovely swell to hips and ass, her breasts high and full, perky and tight. <br><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<div align="center"><b>Personality</b></div>She is a fierce woman, passionate in all she does. She rarely speaks, for she sees no need to, especially in her current situation. Actions always speak louder then words. The only emotion that she tends to be free with is anger and hostility, and none would know that underneath her harsh facade lurks a woman who desires to laugh and to love.<br><br><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Gladiatrix24resized1.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <div align="center"><b>History</b></div>Born in the heart of Ireland to the Ard Ri Elim, she was the only daughter, and treated more like a son, just as she wished it. She could hunt and fight alongside any man of the Tribes with ease, and held much respect for her exploits and skills. Able to ride horse, shoot bow, swing a sword and wrestle with the best of the men, it was no surprise to see her in battle parties, her Father the High King having no qualms with sending her to settle disputes and raids. Many sought her hand in marriage, yet she thought herself to young and too fierce to settle to a man... leaving her at her capture a virgin. She was taken in a raid while on the coast of Bregia, and has been too much trouble for the entire length of time she has been in captivity. She finally finds herself in a slave line sent to the Ludus Leonis, basically a last ditch effort to 'tame' her.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR!- Character Sheet</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AusGre</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 17:51:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Aricus Canididus</strong></span></span></div><div align="center">(http://i646.photobucket.com/albums/uu190/AusGre/AlrikFace.jpg)</div><div align="center"><em>" A man, beset by the life he once held and clutch what glory he now only knows in his heart."</em></div><div align="center">Age: Twenty Two<br>Height: 5'11''<br>Wieght: 183 lbs.<br>Hair Color: Dark Brown/Black<br>Eye Color: Dark Green<br><br>Aricus is a tall man, with a slender but well refined frame within his body. His skin is lightly tanned, showing some time spent outdoors possibly in the fields or upon other matters. His body shows well developed muscles, toned and well sized, with much of the mass being within his upper arms and back. His chest has some refinement to it, but stands like an unetched block of marble. Yet, Aricus' body is not a clean one, battered with old wounds and some dirt that festers within the wounds since his capture. His face, is long and gaunt, with a strong chin and jawline covered by a spreading beard. His hair is a dark brown, mixed with black strands that weave perfectly together. Aricus' most noticeable features would be his dark green eyes, if one were to look upon them, they would catch the draft of a ghost of the past lurking within' them.</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Origins</strong></span></span><br>(http://i646.photobucket.com/albums/uu190/AusGre/Fighter.jpg)<br><em>" The lands, feel the burden of the heart and the anger sown by unskilled hands."</em></div><div align="center">Place in Roman Society: Gladiator<br>Homeland: Greece, Argos<br><br><em>" It does not concern where I was birthed or what I was days past. I will only share the truth in such a matter. I am no promised blade by the gods, but a man plagued by those who would be called masters and those who deem themselves slaves. Do not tred on my words, nor listen to them if undesired."</em></div><br>Aricus was born in a small village in Greece, outside the harbor city of Argos. He was raised to be nothing more than a peasant and that is what he liked in life, not the roar of the crowds nor the glory of military conquest. He seeked nothing more than to plow the fields or to tend to the stock of his family, and he did so with great pride in his heart. He grew into a fine young man and found a wife of his own, Cytha, a maiden of the village and one that promised great land for his family's own farm. Aricus had nothing but love for the young woman, yet she did not have the same feeling for him. She only used Arcius to get close to his own family and secure a luxurious position for herself, as it was often known that Aricus' father attended to Argos and often took council with some of the nobles in the city. Cytha used this to her advantage and unknown to Aricus, she procured herself as a wife to one of the nobles, not one of greek origin. One of roman origin, a man known as Verilus Illonus.<br><br>The time passed and Aricus was soon captured by the noble and his fate secured to the rank of a slave, and his own wife elevated to that of a roman noble. Aricus was sent to many homes over his time as a slave, each one trading him off for one reason or another. Aricus continually asked after his wife's well being, never knowing what she had done to him. Traded and beaten, he worked tirelessly untill he was traded to a certain lodus...
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR!- Character Sheet</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 18:17:48</strong>
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				(http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff167/Melody0322/Deborah/Deborah11-1-1.jpg)<br><br>Name:&nbsp; Chiara<br><br>Place of Birth: Capua<br><br>Age: 16<br><br>Status: Slave<br><br>Physical:&nbsp; She is in better condition than most slaves, that is for sure. Her form is unmarred by the marks of beatings and she’s not malnourished. The girl is a lovely thing. She is petite, standing at only 5 ft tall, with a slender, nubile body that has filled out very nicely over the past year. Her skin is very fair, save for a fine sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of her pert nose. Her mouth is very sensual, with very full lips that have an enchanting upwards curve at the corners. There is a dimple in her right cheek. She has big almond-shaped blue eyes. Her hair is rather long and is a vibrant shade of red not commonly seen. <br><br>Personality: Chiara was born into slavery- she knows her place. She is a dutiful young woman who tries hard to please her masters. Her former owners treated her kindly and she knew the lover of her mother. Beneath the demure front everyone sees is a strong-willed, young intelligent woman who dreams one day of purchasing her freedom or having it granted. A compassionate girl, she is never without a kind word or smile for anyone who seems like they need it. There is still a lot she has to learn about the world around her, though…<br><br>History: Chiara was born into slavery- her mother was a slave and her father is unknown. Her mother was a favored slave of a wealthy Roman noblewoman so the woman and her child often traveled between the family’s villa in Capua (where she was born) and Rome itself. <br><br>The woman’s favor extended to the girl- the noblewoman had only sons and longed for a daughter of her own. Her childhood was as pleasant as any slave’s could be. When she was 12, her mother died of an illness and she was unceremoniously thrust into the role of attendant to the Domina. The woman was very demanding and impatient but she tried her best.<br><br>She was not spared from other more menial tasks. Chiara learned the tasks of a common household slave as well. The Domina had ceased to spoil her but she did watch over the girl. No one harassed the girl. However, when some wagers her husband had made failed, she was left with no choice but to try and cover the debt however she could. That included selling the villa in Capua, some of her most prized gowns and jewelry… and slaves that could fetch a good price. Chiara was one of those.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR!- Character Sheet</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>06-03-2011, 03:44:44</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee48/Gevaden/barbarian_warrior-2.jpg)<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Rioghan MacCarthaigh</span></strong><br>32<br>Celt<br>Murmillo<br>Champion</div><br><em>Personality:</em> Rioghan is many things and has changed greatly in the years since his imprisonment and rise to fame as a gladiator. To his brothers in the Ludus Rioghan is a man of banter, eager to enjoy the benefits of victory and to share them among his fellows, be it to be seen as the generous hero or because of a genuine interest to make life easier for his fellow slaves differs depending on who you ask. <br><br><em>History:</em> The man who would go on to be the champion of the Ludus comes from humble origins. Back in Hibernia he was the second son to a third son, so there was little to nothing that he would ever hope to inherit. His glory was made supporting his older brothers in all things. When the Ri's bickered and family was pitted against family, Rioghan would prove his worth, but in the end no matter how much victory had laid due to his efforts the glory and rewards would go to the eldest. His change in station, from free if unnoticed man would happen when he offered to bring riches from aboard. Rioghan and others who had little other means to achieve wealth sailed to the lands of the Gauls. Some would say this would be where it all went wrong, others would say it was the greatest thing that happened to him. Their raiding was successful, it was a large group and they could strike swiftly. However, they had pushed themselves too hard and when set upon in the night, exhaustion took strength from arm and many, as was Rioghan, were taken prisoner, others were killed. <br><br>His destiny was to be a slave. It was the "Ludus Leonis Scopulus Tarraconensis" which purchased him and changed his life. At first he was rebellious and problematic, he had no interest in the glory of a house or making his chains any more easily worn, it was a survival instinct that had him shed another mans blood for the entertainment of his captors. Rioghan was determined to live. As it would happen, the man was built to be a killer. None could match the power behind a swing if his shield, many were sent sprawling at the force, before finding an end at his sword. For two bloody years he climbed the ladder, earning recognition and fame, every day his reflexes got that bit sharper, his skills more practiced. Now, five years into his career as a Gladiator he knows fame and glory, for three years he has been Champion. The roaring crowds giving him the recognition he always craved, his opponents feed his desire to b feared, and his brothers the respect he always wanted above all else. He is Rioghan, the bloody handed Celt...and Champion of Ludus Leonis Scopulus Tarraconensis.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR!- Character Sheet</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 02:14:01</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i332.photobucket.com/albums/m357/yuniebee/thedomina.jpg)<br><br>Name: Valeria Caerellia Renate<br>Age: 32(ish)<br>Gender: Female<br>Height: 5'7”<br><br>Position in Ludus/Society: Domina – wedded 'with manus' </div><br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Valeria prefers to style her hair absent the presence of fashionable and highly popular wigs, unless the rare mood happens to strike her for a bolder colour change. Yet she still wears her long, naturally waved and almost black hair in the same styles of such wigs. As the Domina of the household, she likes to make sure her status is very well known through her choice of colourfully dyed and often very expensive, imported materials. Her long neck, toned arms, delicate wrists and pierced ears, are rarely absent elaborate jewellery in gold and bronze; colours that enhance her bronzed skin and overall healthy complexion. She is not however, absent scars. Childbirth may have marked her widely bearing hips, but she is lucky enough to resume an overall, hourglass figure. The latest fashions suit her womanly figure well, hugging each shapely curve while leather braided belts proudly display the dip of her waist.<br>Her facial features mix typical Roman with her mixed heritage from native Carthage and Hispaniae roots. The bone structure sharply moulded to add definition to jaw and cheeks, while the curved nose has a slight bump at the bridge. Darks brows are natural and thick, accentuating wide and narrow eyes whose lashes are thickly spread. The upper lip pouts further than the lower, but both serve as succulent cushions beneath which lies a small, lightly pointed chin. A healthy diet has enriched the quality of her skin, yet she is starting to show the subtle effects of age. Most noticeably, the short lines that appear at the corners of her mouth when she smiles.<br><br><strong>Personality</strong>: Valeria simply adores the arena; nothing can get her self-indulgent pulse racing more than watching the gladiators who bear the mark of her husband's Ludus, competing against the numerous rival establishments. More so should they bring victory and honour to the family 'business'. This is exactly how she views both Ludus and more specifically, the Gladiators; they are expendable objects and yet, they are also vital to the income of the household. Their victories pay for the fine clothes she wears, the food at the banquets she often likes to hold, and the milk baths she occasionally likes to indulge. As such, she likes to observe the gladiator's training from the surrounding Ludus balconies. Having married far below her station, she finds no harm in showing interest or letting advice slip from her tongue. It has become her own duty to ensure that all aspects of her household run smoothly, including the Ludus. Often she will raise conversation about the future of the warrior-slaves to her husband, should one be performing poorly or incredibly well. Insisting that one be sent to the mines would never phase her, neither would bestowing the title of Champion on another. Sometimes she may even tire of one Gladiator and request that another instead be given opportunity. The two-faced Valeria may favour a Champion for as long as the crowd does, but she also believes that all gladiator's should have the making for that title. If anything, she strongly dislikes a man who cannot prove himself worthy of any title, even the most simplest expectations of his gender. Physical and mental weakness are not favourable with her either.<br><br>As an aristocratic woman raised with certain needs, Valeria finds no shame whatsoever in admitting her pleasure. Or her fastidious love of cleanliness, hygiene, refinement and good order. Behind the outer beauty is a cunningly intellectual mind. A meticulous and analytical perfectionist, often pedantic, highly precise, but also overly critical in her approach to life. Sometimes she may give the first impression of being a conventional and even quite prudish wife; a dark horse impression which tends to cause a shocking discovery, upon furthered acquaintance. <br><br><strong>History</strong>: Aside from the background roots in Carthage on her mother's side, Valeria comes from a very Roman upbringing in the reformed Hispania. In fact, grew up in the Roman 'Hispania Tarraconensis' province. As with most young women of good-breeding, her father arranged her marriage to an aspiring senate as soon as she came of age. Hence she was whisked away to follow and support her husband's ambitions, in the Senatorial province of Baetica to the far, far South. A journey that should have dictated the remainder of her life in the provincial capital of Corduba, only her wild and youthful ways did not sit well with overtly serious husband. In essence, she was spoilt by the lifestyles of the rich, which only succeeded in exhilerating her need to seek pleasurable entertainment. The marriage struggled after the first year, slowly descending further and further into a weak facade of bliss. Once a very healthy total of three sufficient heirs were provided and schooled, the husband saw fit to end the marriage based on claims towards adultery. This was further supported by Valeria's attendence at banquets and bath houses without permission from husband. She therefore bargained for mutual divorce terms, based on the fact that her husband insinuated adultery, but had no solid proof on the matter. As there were offspring, he kept her dowry, pre-nuptial gift and 1/3 of her property to be preserved for the children. Valeria meanwhile, attempted to reclaim her life in Corduba, but rumours were ripe and her reputation was severely damaged. Therefore a shamed and financially unstable woman made the second life-changing decision to take the long journey home to Tarraco, leaving behind a family she was no longer at liberty to see again.<br><br>The challenge of finding a second husband was presented by many opportunities, though marriage was rarely on the agenda. Few men fancied an older wife for their beds when there were young, ripe daughters to have. Time upon time again she almost fell into the demeaning trap of frequent mistress. Though Valeria held her head raised high, she also did not wish to dip her toes into the world of politics again, fearing her reputation may have shadowed her to Tarraco, small as the world often could be. Opportunity presented itself as she lowered her sights to a match far beneath her station; a Lanista. A match that her father greatly favoured and partially arranged., Not only to rid her from his property once and for all though. Lanista Manius Sertorius Africanus carried exploits and traits which were considered valuable in a more permanent, calmer, and grounded match this time. As was the potential in the rising popularity of the Roman Gladiator business which Valeria's father gave patronage towards. Valeria would be well cared for in a decent social position, but not, as her father beleived, overtly spoilt. Then the match was also aided by the simpler fact that Valeria brought with her a wealth of previous experience and knowledge. Not only about Tarraco, but also when it came to the finer gentilities of socialising for personal gain. Not to mention a second dowry that implanted a surge of financial security into the early years of the Ludus. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR!- Character Sheet</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadyDiscord</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 03:08:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i724.photobucket.com/albums/ww244/MizzLeo31/49bf2e61a3976.jpg)</div><em> "Sweat until you bleed, then you'll know what its like for a true gladiator."</em><br><strong>Name</strong> Jarchanus/ "Doctore"<br><strong>Age</strong> 34<br><strong>Height</strong>6'5<br><strong>Weight</strong> 210 <br><strong>Position</strong> Slave/ Gladiator trainer<br><br><strong>Origin</strong><br>Known for his ability to see the worth of a man before the man see's it himself it's no wonder he was choosen by the master to become Doctore. His heritage points somewhere beyond the Pacific. By the markings on his body he was raised from a warrior tribe in an exotic nation of the edge of the Roman Empire.<br><br>A former Gladiator he has fought for the house of "Ludus Leonis Scopulus Tarraconensis"&nbsp; since he was a boy and has stayed with them since he was ordered to retire by the former Lanista, a good friend of his. He dreamed of returning to the sands to fight honorably and die just the same if it were to end. At first he was reluctant to take on the role seeing how his own former trainer had become much like a father figure in his eyes until his passing. He promised to bring honor to this house, hoping one day his hard work will indeed pay off.<br><br><strong>Body Markings</strong> The seal of the BrotherHood and the house he serves.<br><strong>Personality</strong> Stoic and often crude with a slight humor. He takes virtue very seriously. He does not tolerate dishonor and is known for have a very hard outward shell especially in training. No one under his gaze catches a break and he believes in the ethics of hard work and faith. To him being a gladiator is the highest honor for a man or slave for that matter. He respects those who earn it by his whip and does not tolerate liars or cheaters. He's fierce and very passionate about "The Life" and is very intelligent. On the other side he can be quite a gentle yet assertive sold since his religion let's him partake in very little indulgences. As mentor he gives honest opinion and can be very blunt about it. As Doctore he shows no mercy for the weak or cowardly. As a slave it's his worldly duty and he believes that too is honorable.<br><br>No one honors the sand and the sound of metal against metal more than he does. Live by the sword&nbsp; or die by the arena are things he lives by. Over the years he has gained a certain amount respect for the romans and has served under them for years.&nbsp; With age he has learned a great deal of things about Roman civilization. The arena is his heart&nbsp; and nothing makes him more proud to step back on it's sands. He enjoys the thought of training future heroes and Gladiators which is why every man that comes to his ludus is worked hard.<br><strong>Weapons</strong> A rawhide leather whip (mostly).<br><br>(wip)
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR!- Character Sheet</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>adifferenceinsize</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 17:28:28</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Manius Sertorius Africanus</strong><br></span><span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><em>Roman, Husband, Lanista, Leo Rex</em></span></div><div class="floatright">(http://yahoorp.webs.com/Stuff/ManiusYounger.PNG)<div align="center">Manius, the Legionnaire</div></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Stats</span></strong></span><br>Age: 47<br>Height: 5'9"<br>Weight: 178 lbs.<br><br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><em>The Boy on the Mountainside</em></strong></span></div>Manius' childhood was typical for a middling child of a farming family in the shadows of the Italian Alps. He wasn't the largest of his peers, and not the strongest, though he was no slouch. The distinguishing traits of young Manius were his keen intellect and sharp temper. When he would get into a fight, he could become rather vicious, which made him quite a few enemies in his childhood even as it gave him begrudging respect from others. Despite having a head for numbers, he was drawn to the siren call of the legions, and was implacable in his desire after being drafted for defense of the area from a deep raid that spilled in from the north.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><em>Scion of the Gladius and Shield</em></strong></span></div>It is said the ideal Roman is a farmer and a soldier. While Manius was never quite one for simple labor, the life of the soldier suited him rather well. He made a name for himself by willingly throwing himself into any area in need of extra men, volunteering eagerly for posts that many avoided. Though the crucible of summer wars and autumn skirmishes carved into him an instinctive sense of teamwork in the legendary formation strength that kept the legions strong against most foes, the shining moments of his record came when those tactics finally fell apart in the climax of battle; it was there his clever mind and voracious anger made him a hero to the men on his side. Only a few people tended to see the method in his madness, the calculated risks he would take upon himself and those close with him to save legionnaires who would have otherwise fallen on the field.<br><br>One of the higher-ups in the legions was aware of his unorthodox bravery and helped lift him up in the ranks, and Sertorius failed to disappoint, slowly forming a loyal center that made his command particularly effective on the flanks of a battle. Eventually, he was given command of the defense of Thevestis, a trade city and capital of the Numidia province. For a year or so, he served honorably and with distinction.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><em>Southern Cross</em></strong></span></div>Fate did not have a steady path for him, however, as a large raiding party cut its way through from the southern deserts just before the conclusion of a large festival that bought many dignitaries from Rome, including a rich Senator and a few other officials from Emperor Claudius' administration. While his efforts at drawing out the civilians from the city allowed him to save most of the city and its people by using the city's streets as a funnel to break the strength of the invading force, he was unable to save a group which included the wife and daughter of one of the Senator. The weight of his words (and his coin) were sufficient to sway his superiors in Rome that he should be stripped of rank and thrown into forced labor ostensibly to repay the Senator's losses; this was considered merciful compared with the original goal of execution.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><em>Slave Upon the Docks</em></strong></span></div>Given to the care of the proconsul of the Africanus province, a close friend to the spurned Senator, Manius was set to work as a longshoreman on the vast docks of Hadrumetum. The first several years of labor were intentionally rough on him, though despite the efforts to break him without deigning to outright murder; tried as they might to goad him into stepping out of line, he made a name for himself as a truly model servant, making him beyond reproach. Because of his reputation and ability to work so hard in the face of the forces set against him, he managed to set a good amount of coin toward buying himself out of bondage and repaying the Senator, which by that point was clearly not his concern.<br><br>Growing increasingly frustrated at Manius' hard-earned success, the proconsul arranged a hit on him by a few of the burlier slaves in his employ. Even if they somehow failed to kill him, the thought went, his fighting back could be construed as an act of aggression justifying he be put down. Fate intervened in Manius' favor, however, for not only did he manage to fend off the assailants, but the spectacle was seen by the local Praetor, who offered to take the slave rather than allowing him to be killed for helping stop a nascent slave revolt. The transfer into the elder statesman's ownership was a boon, as he was able to take on less physically destructive tasks and earn his way out of bondage faster.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><em>The Monster that is Man</em></strong></span></div>Unfortunately for Manius, the period of peace was short-lived. Because of a rough drought in the region for the years after he came into the Praetor's house, he was forced to find more lucrative ways to employ his slaves with the dwindling coin from the dried fields. Remembering the impressive fight which brought him to his attention, Manius was set to fight in a local gladiatorial arena. At first he fought in some mock battles, usually comparatively tame affairs. However, the demands of the audience forced him into more barbaric fights, and he once again shone as he developed a range of unorthodox techniques to supplement his war-forged techniques in the arena. The second and most dramatic act of vengeance would come in the height of this period.<br><br>The visit of the spiteful Senator to Hadrumetum's young arena let him use the opportunity to draw the renowned Manius, known to the fans of the gladiators as the Northern Lion thanks to a spectacular fight in which he managed to slay two lions after the other three men with him died to them, into a series of increasingly lopsided fights he managed to overcome. The final fight put him nude and handcuffed in the center of the arena against six heavily armed foes. Their first mistake came when they attacked him one at a time at first, in large part to ensure at least a vaguely interesting fight for the crowd. Manius was able to draw a couple of powerful hits down onto his cuffs; though the cuts he suffered were bloody and painful, he managed to use the strikes to break the weakened metal. Living up to his namesake, he was then able to use a piece of adobe irrigation piping to block a lethal strike, disarm the shocked warrior, and impale him with a broken shard from the pipe. From there, he once again managed to spurn the odds and overcome the five gladiators upon him.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://yahoorp.webs.com/Stuff/ManiusElder.PNG)<div align="center">Lion to Lanista</div></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><em>Perch Upon the Cliff</em></strong></span></div>The purse for the trials was massive on its own, only fitting for a major spectacle sponsored in part by a Senator, but the bets Manius and his master placed paid out huge dividends, to the point where he was able to by himself out of bondage right there. It was fortuitous timing, because the injuries from the final fight left his left arm rather weakened. After resting for a time, partaking of the delights that came with his fame, he gathered up what he had left of his winnings after paying out to the Praetor and Senator in turn. A patron offered him passage to his home in the west, the province of lush, fertile Tarraconensis.<br><br>For a brief period, the Northern Lion arose once more in the wooden arena in Tarraco as Manius fought as a free gladiator. While the pay couldn't match the halcyon treasure that won his freedom, the wealth of the upper class made it possible for him to earn a respectable nest egg. He brought together some slaves and free men together and formed a school; his patron offered him a discount on a parcel of land which, while poor for farming because of its rocky nature along the cliffs overlooking the Mediterranean, made it an ideal location to build a house to showcase his young school. Befitting its perch near the edge of the land, he named it Ludus Leonis Scopulus, the School of the Cliff Lions. Able to finally retire from the arena with his body mostly intact, several scars and the weakened arm his sacrifices to the gods, he set on building a stable of men who would carry on his legacy and expand the region's small arena into grander affairs befitting the wealth of the region.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><em>Of an Elder Lion's Pride</em></strong></span></div>Content over the first year's work of the state in his school as the influx of interest for the gladiatorial shows helped secure his position in society, he still had something of a stigma for his odd procession for life, at once a Roman yet not, a freed slave with the official respectability of a man born Roman. His patron, a man of the gens Caerellia, surprised him with an offer of his daughter's hand in marriage, a favor meant to tie him more tightly with their fate as his star rose in no small part thanks to their support; the wedding was at once a means to re-legitimize both partners in the eyes of high society, a spurned woman and a freed-Roman both rather unpalatable to the more refined. Many years of bliss have done much in this regard, Manius as acceptable as he might be in the patrician circles while Valeria's prior scandals are mostly washed away from rapt interest in the affairs of their house.<br><br>These days, Manius once again looks more the part of a traditional Roman than a warrior, particularly concerned with his cleanliness and decorum in public. He does have a flair for the ostentatious when at the arena, however, showcasing pieces of armor reminiscent of his gladiatorial garb, chief among these a specially-made pair of pauldrons set with the heads of the lions he had slain many years ago. This imposing sight reminds the people of the glint rarely seen in public where it's clear this aging Roman still has a beast caged within. His worship of Isis and acts of charity downplay this in the public mind, helping cement his enigma; the Isis worship is more than for show, since he hopes earnestly in channeling her blessing as a healer to restore his left arm to full strength before he gets too old for it to matter. Despite their time together, Manius and Valeria have not had children, and though he has little personal concern, rumors of infertility and impropriety slowly creep in gossip, which is of concern to his patrons.
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				Post by: <strong>Drakan</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 11:44:11</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Aulus Livius </strong></span><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c1/Sons_of_Mars.jpg)<br>"<em>Quel che non ammazza, ingrassa</em>."-What won't kill (you), will feed (you)<br><br>Height-5'10<br>Weight-183<br>Hair Color-Hazel Brown<br>Eye Color-Blue<br><br><strong>Physical</strong><br>Despite Aulus' Greek roots, much of his physical looks come from his father which was that of a proud full-blooded Roman.&nbsp; Brown hair that was rich with color like soil from farms, his eyes the last bastion of his mother a blue matching that of a cloudless sky.&nbsp; Not a tall man but a good height at 5'10.&nbsp; His skin complexion like most Romans and Greeks carries a light but visible tan.&nbsp; Physique wise he's not the most muscular of men that relies on raw strength.&nbsp; His body tone is more agile which grants him a degree of strength (though not as significant) but also gives him speed and precision, making him a survivor and much like his father, a veteran of the legion. One recognizable feature about him is the mark of the legion which is tattooed to the left side of his neck.<br><strong><br>Personality</strong><br>Ironically despite his military service, Aulus does not carry an intimidating personality.&nbsp; Normally quite but when he talks his voice is calm and one could say reasonable like someone actually trying to get to know you and your situation.&nbsp; &nbsp;Although after the Pirate campaign he has become a little more quite, now he doesn't really start conversations.&nbsp; That doesn't mean though that he will ignore you, he still will reply if asked something or greeted. Aulus is not without his weaknesses, he has a small gambling habit, while it is just recent he has a tendency to take unnecessary risks leaving him with times when he loses some or loses lots or even wins as well.<br><strong><br>History-Parents</strong><br>Aulus' father was Gaius Livius Justus, one of Pompey's lieutenants that served with him in the war against Mithridates VI of Pontus. After winning the war, the lieutenant was bestowed his share of the spoils of war and allowed to return home. Once home after months of travel by foot and ship he became infatuated with a Greek slave/prostitute named Andromache whom was rumored to have come from Crete.&nbsp; Having bought her and her debt payed in full Gaius could then begin his future in his home of Capua.&nbsp; Gaius and Andromache eventually were wed and before long Gaius was blessed with a son bearing much of his father and his mother's eyes, and was to be given the name Aulus.<br><strong><br>Childhood</strong><br>Aulus as a child was very simple.&nbsp; He would play with other children in the town square, learn to read and write from his father, help his mother whenever he could and at times get bullied.&nbsp; While he wasn't the biggest kid his figure and young agility and vigor gave him the ability to hide and out maneuver those who intended to hurt him.&nbsp; At first it was tricky but eventually he became more adapt at it.&nbsp; He did however have a fascination with the Legion.&nbsp; Knowing that his father had served he always thought of himself being in such a force conquering barbarians and such stories that were told by his father.&nbsp; To further solidify his future goals he asked his father on his 10th birthday to learn how to fight and use a sword.&nbsp; Gaius could not have been any the more happier.<br><strong><br>Post Conscription</strong><br>Just when things had been going well they would suddenly take a dive.&nbsp; Gaius, working in the stone quarry had lost his left leg due to an accident that left him unable to work anymore.&nbsp; Even with Andromache working in the markets they would be unable to feed a family of three at this rate.&nbsp; To make matters even worse the third war with the kingdom of Pontus was underway which left Gaius with a surprise visit from Pompey himself hoping to call on him again.&nbsp; Aulus knowing his father could not serve stepped forward asking to be taken instead.&nbsp; Indeed this would pain his mother but all three knew that this was the only answer really.&nbsp; Pompey promised to take Aulus into the Legion promising Gaius that he would help anyway he could for this sacrifice.&nbsp; Pompey kept his word and left Aulus for the teachers at the military barracks to train a proud Legionnaire.&nbsp; To many recruit's, they were surprised that he was the only one to have his mark placed on his neck voluntarily to prove his loyalty and devotion to the Legion.<br><br><strong>Military Service/Current</strong><br>Despite his glorious view towards what the Legion did, Aulus would know the true definition of war.&nbsp; War is a cancer that can eat away at a man's soul,&nbsp; and while it did not consume him, war had left him with scars indeed both physical and mental.&nbsp; It was difficult for him to make friends in his unit because it seemed every time that he did, that friend would be killed by battle, disease, or desertion. Aulus though remained loyal with his proof imprinted on his neck.&nbsp; Bearing his shield and gladius he used his speed and agility to outmaneuver, out hustle and at some times outwit his enemies. When the war was finally over he was fortunate to have been a survivor and able to return home to his parents.&nbsp; Though the return to Capua was met with relief and joy, Pompey would call upon Aulus to once again help him with another military task.&nbsp; He was to assist in the campaign of the Cilician pirates.&nbsp; Aulus had only served for 20 days on that campaign before news reached him of his parents passing.&nbsp; Very painful it was which only secluded him even more from his fellow brothers in arms.&nbsp; He also at that time began to incure a small gambling problem which Pompey found out about.&nbsp; Feeling a degree of guilt, Pompey secretly&nbsp; issued an order to return Aulus to Capua with a small bag mixed with denarius, auereus (very few), and sestertius.&nbsp; Now our young soldier is about to come home having served more then two weeks at sea and now left with an empty hovel.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR!- Character Sheet</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragondancer</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 23:40:38</strong>
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				<br><br><div align="center">(http://makeupandbeauty.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/bollywood-backless-aishwarya-rai.png)<br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Liliana Nerva<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27</div><br><strong>Appearance:</strong>&nbsp; Mesmerizing violet eyes, full sensuous lips and finely arched brows; olive-skinned, with long, lustrous waves of deep sable brown hair; 5’6”, slender with soft womanly curves<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Liliana acquired a deep appreciation of all things sensual at an early age. As a child she dutifully labored on her father’s small farm, but also spent countless hours in pursuit of what simple pleasures could be found: weaving fragrant flowers into her hair, nuzzling downy chicks against her cheek, swimming and sunbathing nude in a secluded pond.&nbsp; Her beauty provided opportunity for her to elevate her status in life far beyond what would otherwise be available to her, and she embraced the blessing of good fortune with gratitude, but also without hesitation or regret.&nbsp; As an adult woman, Liliana has now grown accustomed to going after what she desires - and getting it. <br><br><strong>History:</strong> Her father was of the lowest level of property-owning citizen, with a small but high quality family farm. He was a hard working man and well-respected by those who knew him, but had no particular ambitions beyond the pride he took in running his farm well. The farm produced enough food to support his family, and in fortuitous years also provided a small surplus which was sold at the local market. However, there were also lean years as well, the harshness of which left its mark on Liliana’s psyche. She realized early on that the unrelenting hard labor and precariousness of farm life were not something she wished to make a life of.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Liliana was the youngest child and the only girl, and as such was somewhat doted on by her family. Having grown up with three brothers, she is very comfortable around men. However, instead of her upbringing infusing her with any masculine qualities or a desire for masculine pursuits it had the opposite effect, and she luxuriates in her femininity. <br><br><strong>Position in Society:</strong>&nbsp; Her beauty and natural sensuality caught the eye of a wealthy older businessman when she was sixteen years old.&nbsp; Gnaeus Petronia Nerva’s stoic first wife had been a model partner for him for decades until her untimely death, having given him two healthy sons, both now fully grown and living lives of their own. Upon happening upon Liliana while passing through her village, he became infatuated with her beauty and lust for life and decided he would indulge his desires and take her to wife. She saw Gnaeus as the hoped-for opportunity to better her life, with marriage being the only path for a woman in her position to achieve a better life. After eleven years of marriage, Liliana and Gnaeus have settled into a mutually rewarding relationship. Liliana has a true fondness for her husband, and treats him lovingly and with respect. In return, Gnaeus - who is often away on business - honestly loves her, denying her nothing and allowing her much freedom, with the understanding she will remain discreet with any potentially untoward pastimes.&nbsp; <br><br>The latest pursuit to pique her interest has been the gladiatorial games. Only recently introduced to the sport, she is already considering looking into the possibility of getting more involved through sponsoring a gladiator.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR!- Character Sheet</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 12:17:49</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>CINGETORIX</strong></span><br><strong>Age: 27<br>Height: 6’2”<br>Weight: 220 lbs.<br>Station: Slave - Gladiator</strong></div><br><strong>Appearance:</strong> Cingetorix is tall and very strong, standing at 6’0” and 212 lbs of solid chiseled granite<div class="floatright">(http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/4037103-classically-styled-portrait-of-a-shirtless-young-man-portraying-a-tribal-warrior-with-spear-1.jpg)</div> muscle. A result of years spent fighting against the Romans and subsequently working as a slave hauling stones during the construction of the villa of Felix Livianus Palidorius, his former dominus. His chest is covered in a thin patch of dark hair which trails down his abdomen. Short cropped hair, dark as pitch, contrasting sharply against cold, piercing blue eyes. The tribal tattoo covering his left shoulder is that of his clan, its distinguished markings identifying him as a warrior to his people. The dark stubble along his squared jaw seems ever present and shadows his rugged features nicely.<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> A man of action and not words, his quietness betrays his exceptional cunning and belies his extremely violent nature, a recent development precipitated by the repression of all emotion into its most basic form; rage. Still, he is not without some measure of control. He is not easily offended, but he does hold a grudge if he feels he has been slighted, and goes to great lengths to avenge the offense. He despises all Romans, though he does what he must to avoid their wrath in the hopes of living to see the day when he either escapes or can attain freedom by some other means.<br><br>Ever watchful and alert, he is always studying and learning from his surroundings and those around him, taking advantage of every possibility presented him, and creating opportunities where none exist. He knows how to make himself important, indispensable and is quick to improve his situation by whatever means necessary. <br><br><strong>Biography:</strong> Cingetorix. A simple man most would call “savage”; Husband to a young wife, son of Anglesey, elder brother of three sons and a daughter, fearless and ferocious warrior and defender of his people. Then came the Roman General, Gaius Suetonius Paulinus with his legions, laying claim to lands that had belonged to Cingetorix’s ancestors for generations upon generations. They tore his world apart, destroying everything he had known and loved. He witnessed his friends and family all killed or enslaved; saw with his own eyes as his wife was gang-raped. The last he saw of her was her limp and bloodied body being hauled away by the Roman pigs, laughing and touching her in inappropriate places as he screamed and cursed them, fighting with the fury of a thousand men just to reach her side. It was then that knew the sudden sharp pain to the back of his skull, heralding the darkness that enveloped his world.<br><br>Shipped back to Spain with the rest of their plunder, he was purchased for slave labor by Felix Livianus Palidorius, a wealthy nobleman in Salmantica, Lusitania. Two years later, with the construction of the villa nearing completion, Cingetorix allowed his rage to get the better of him and slew two other slaves when they grew angry with him and called his wife a whore. Felix was quick to punish Cingetorix for his transgression, ultimately deciding such a potential deadly slave had no place serving his house. Rather than having him killed, Felix opted to earn a few coin from his sale, realizing that the markets were soon to be visited by local lanistas. <br><br>It’s been two years since his world was destroyed at the hands of the Romans. Now at the age of 27, Cingetorix finds himself the property of one Manius Sertorius Africanus, the lanista of Ludus Leonis Scopulus Tarraconensis. His fate is to become a gladiator, to fight to the death to the sounds of applause from the Roman masses he so passionately hates.<br><br><strong>Cingetorix's Languages -</strong><br><br><strong>Latin:</strong> Fairly fluent, he has spent a couple years already as a slave to a different dominus<br><strong>Britton- Western:</strong> Completely Fluent, native language<br><strong>Britton- Eastern, Northern, Southern:</strong>Conversational, picked up from dealings with neighboring tribes fleeing the Roman advances<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR!- Character Sheet</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadyDiscord</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 02:18:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i724.photobucket.com/albums/ww244/MizzLeo31/Decorated%20images/asin-01.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Asine'</strong></span><br><strong>Senior Slave Maid</strong><br><br><strong>Height</strong>5'6<br><strong>weight</strong>125<br><strong>Age</strong> 20<br><br><strong>Origin</strong><br>Ever grateful to the Domina for letting her practice and maintain her own religion under her roof she has remained a loyal servant and hand maiden ever since the Domina took the title of wife. Years before she was sold by her family she studied dance at one of the sacred temples in her country of India. She has Telu and&nbsp; Egyptian heritage in her bloodline. At the young age of six her she was married off to a 72 year old noble to pay off the rest of her families debt. Asine's 'husband' soon died and for her to become a widow at such a young age was trying because she had not known the concept of 'widowing'. Her family would not take her back for a woman in her country was only half a soul without her husband. She was sent to a widow's house with other widows where her head was completely shaven bald and she would always wear white so other's would know she was widow. She lived in the widows house till she was 14. Her hair long and her body changed she was whisked away by a senior widow in hopes of getting an education. For several years she studied language, crafts, math and dance . During this time the village she stayed in had become a territory of Rome. She was taken into slavery and shipped across seas. Eventually she would come to the know the one she would soon call her Domina.&nbsp; She was very intrigued by the way the woman carried herself. She had never seen women as loose as Roman women. The things she had heard and seen bright the brightest blush to her cheeks. With her formal education she was able to learn rather quickly and when the Domina married she followed, hoping one day she could earn her freedom and become a teacher.<br><br><strong>Personality</strong> Compassionate, witty, smart and lyrical. She holds the value of friendship and is responsible. She hold wisdom beyond her years and serves as guide to newer slave girls. Though she likes to out wit in tongue very mouthy gladiators from time to time. She's always known to keep a smile on her face even&nbsp; if it's forced.<br><br><strong>Skills/Abilities</strong> Her skills are often called upon when her Master's are hosting a social gathering. She can craft arts like clay pottery, beaded jewelry and sewing, reading and writing. She also has knowledge in herbal remedies, but she is known for her dancing. This type of sensual like dancing derived from her village far away. It consists of telling a story with the body. Usually incorporated is the element of fire terming it "The dance of fire"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR!- Character Sheet</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 20:16:00</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Marius Horatius/Ammon.</strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Age:</strong> 25<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Height:</strong> 6'2"<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Weight:</strong> 234 lbs<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Position:</strong> Slave/Gladiator<br><br><strong>Origin:</strong> Marius was born to an Egyptian female servant as well as a disgraced Roman soldier who became a gladiator. Marius was trained in the combat arts from a young age, and was mostly raised by his mother. His father dying in a successful effort to free the family from their station as slaves. Marius' mother managed to see their successful arrival to her homeland but the strain from the venture led to her demise. Marius was seen as an outcast by his tribe for his half blood parentage, as well as his non-traditional name. However his ferocity in battle earned him much respect, and he was renamed Ammon. Ammon became a feared warrior who led his tribe in many successful battles, but eventually they were set upon by a force that wasn't unfamiliar to him. Romans, and the tribe fought tooth &amp; nail but wasn't able to overcome the superior force.<br><br>Marius found himself back in bondage once more, and was identified as being part roman because of the brand that had long been burned onto his back when he was a child. Marius' proud nature and fighting ability marked him as a potential gladiator when he got into a violent brawl with other slaves prior to being auctioned off. Proving their better, now he must adjust to a life of servitude and dreams only of freedom even if it means rebellion to achieve this end.<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Marius is a proud, yet violent warrior. He is somewhat respectful towards women, but men who prove themselves inferior to him earn his scorn. He values strength and honor above all else. Naturally charismatic, his mixed parentage has given him something of a chip on his shoulder. Marius embraces his Egyptian side most, but will also identify himself as a Roman. He is highly difnified, though his lust can get the better of him at times. Marius believes in brotherhood, and will show honor and respect to those he feels are his brethren. However his pride also can leave him very vengeful when he feels he has been slighted.<br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong> Marius is exotically attractive for a gladiator. He does appear Egyptian, but also has features that are western enough that make his ancestory hard to place. He is massively muscled, with chiseled facial features and long black hair. His skin is tanned, and his eyes are a wild brown. He commonly possesses a driven, yet angered expression on his face however when pleased his features soften into a bright smile. Marius is notably exceptionally large in terms of endowment, and this is a source of pride for the gladiator.<br><br><strong>Distinctive Features:</strong> Marius possesses a brand on the back of his shoulder, one he has sported since childhood. He also features notable scars including a long thin one across his chest.<br><br><strong>Fighting Style:</strong> Marius is exceptionally quick for his large size, and fights in the Dimachaeri class utilizing two swords in place of a shield. This favors his natural fighting style as his tribe weren't noted for their usage of shields. Marius is also an exceptional hand to hand fighter, having been trained by his father before hi spassing in a loose Pankration inspired fighting style. While Marius is a very analytical fighter, he also gives into his rage and allows instinct to drive him. Utilizing his natural aggressiveness and athleticism to compliment his size &amp; strength.<br><br>(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X3lNYc1hcaE/TF_y5JjNinI/AAAAAAAAAw0/PnKzQlKleMw/s1600/2002_the_scorpion_king_010.jpg)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR!- Character Sheet</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>09-04-2011, 22:07:27</strong>
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				<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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR!- Character Sheet</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damned Eternally</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 21:27:46</strong>
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				(http://i1089.photobucket.com/albums/i357/DamnedEternally/Siobhan13.jpg)<br><br><strong>Name</strong> Cariad O'r Nant (Pronounced Car-ee-add Oar Nant) <br><strong>Age</strong> 26<br><strong>Height</strong> 5"8<br><strong>Position in society</strong> A slave<br><br><strong>Appearance</strong><br>Cariad is tall in stature compared to most of the female celts in her village. This was due to the better food, the better living standards and the fact that she didn't have to do hard labour. Cariad is fair of skin with large hazel brown eyes. Her hair a dark mahogany brown that tumbled loosely around her slender shoulders. Her frame WAS one of nobility, but since her journey began, Cariad has developed a toned musculature. Her fair skin has tanned after walking days in sun, weather she was unaccustomed to. <br><br><strong>History</strong><br>At home in Wales, Cariad is the daughter to the King's Strategist. Her father was insistent of her knowledge of the written word. A beautiful woman, her beauty made her a regular in the court, but then her county was invaded and Cariad was shipped out of the country that she called home. Cariad has spent the last few months adjusting to her position as a slave, as she travelled across the countries. Her father Bryn and mother Blodau were the perfect parents, if not a little too soft on their only daughter among sons. The youngest of 4 children, Cariad grew up in a very male dominated environment. Choosing to remove herself from the fights and combat lessons her brothers had to learn to read latin and sew. Needless to say her character did not let her lose a fight with them, keeping her wits about her was one of her best qualities, a strategist if you will. <br><br>Her county was invaded by the Romans, being so close to the Welsh/English boarder it was going to happen at one point. Most of the women in the castle were taken to Londinium, a part of England she had heard of, but her, she had taken a trip across the water and walked a phenomenal number of miles to get to where she was intended to be. Cariad had intelligence, but her confidence and out-spoken nature had to take a back seat, she had a lot to learn and to learn it fast. The way of the slave would not be an easy journey.<br><br><br><strong>Personality</strong><br>Cariad has had a massive attitude adjustment. Going from an outspoken intellectual, having everything she has ever asked for or demanded, to being bottom of the chain, used and abused slave, hasn't knocked her confidence. She knows who she is and is a thinker. She has never been afraid to use her body to get what she wants and won't stop until she has it. Power hungry, and likes being in charge/control, but has learnt to survive amongst the slaves and under her masters, she has to keep her mouth quiet. Biting her tongue. Watch her, she will flit between people, using them to help her, rewarding them greatly for their efforts, but using them regardless. Her smile and obedience aren't always what they appear to be.<br><br><strong>Language skills</strong><br><br><strong>Britton Weston Fluent</strong> first language<br><strong>Britton Eastern and Southern knowledgeable</strong> can understand the different dialects and variations of her own language.<br><strong>Latin Broken</strong> very limited. Learned from her captives and other slaves.<br><br>Cariad being intelligent, she has the capacity to learn, and thrives on learning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR!- Character Sheet</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlphaMale</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 11:29:18</strong>
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				(Image yet to be found, open to suggestions)<br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Dominus Manius <br><strong>Age:</strong>34<br><strong>Gender:</strong> Male<br><strong>Height:</strong> 6’9’’<br><strong>Position in Ludus:[/i] Dominus (Wed to Valeria)<br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong> Pitch tar hair in hue, thick and often tousled giving him a wild manner and persona. Broad and tall, with predatory eyes, dark with glints of stormy silver. Deep lines of muscle rippling along his body, pronounced in wide shoulders and abdomen, not grotesque in size though lethal to most. Lean waist with a massive frame which cowers most, shoulders hung low often which gifts him an aura of confidence and domination. Sharp features with a strong jaw with a faint stubble rough to the touch though a mere shadow rather than thick facial hair. Small trail of dark hair leading down his naval to his pelvis where the crisp hairs are dark surrounding his well endowed manhood though not too thick. <br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> fierce and brutal, cold and often stoical though he favours his wife, treating her with care though he is raw and passionate within their chambers. The warrior went to battle many a time before acquiring the wealth to initiate trials in a Ludus, developing a name for himself through his feats, competing with the opposing societies of Gladiators. Casually reserved yet reeking confidence, most steer clear of the battle hardened master of the Ludus, where his woman holds no fear of him and whom he would contentedly go to when in need of being satiated or a calming touch to ease his temper. With a merciless demeanour... intents constantly calculated and a keen eye for a foe or betrayer, the Dominus takes pleasure in exploring the maidenheads of his Ludus and ensuring their purity is not kept long. ‘Twas never an issue bringing females to his bed, handsome, rugged features attracting some of the most noble and lowly. He holds much affection for his wife, giving her all she pleases and allowing her run of the household as she pleases, his concentration lying with the gladiators he trains, within the arena with his Doctore. <br><br><strong>History:</strong> Born and bred amongst barbarians tis rumoured, that he was taken as a heathen to the ludus and made his way with honour and fame until he reached the great title of master and married. Is often said he was savage, a warrior taken from war. Yet he keeps his past to himself, the scars that riddle his form frequently from battle a sign of his prowess with a sword, his dark eyes telling of ventures most have never seen and shall never witness. <br></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR!- Character Sheet</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 19:55:44</strong>
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				(http://img710.imageshack.us/img710/9117/43225373.jpg)<br><br>Name&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Gaius <br>Place of birth&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Rome<br>Physical (height, hair color, eye color)&nbsp; &nbsp;5'10", 200 lb., Brown hair and eyes.&nbsp; He sports a number of bruises and scars which he wears with pride.<br>Personality&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>"Death laughs in the faces of everyone, but if you want his respect, summon the courage to laugh back."&nbsp; Gaius heard this phrase as a child, tells it to his students and expects them to live it.&nbsp; It's difficult to find that delicate balance of someone who understands life's meaninglessness and fights fearlessly but also is not so reckless as to throw their lives away.&nbsp; As he searches for that perfect gladiator, sometimes he can't help but wonder how he would have fared in the arena himself.<br>History&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>The life of a gladiator is a cold and isolating one.&nbsp; Gaius has no idea how he ended up in such service, and even as a child he was traded too many times to be able to know himself.&nbsp; The sword, the spear, the net, these were his toys as a child when others had the chance to grow up and earn a better life for themselves.<br>Gaius did what he could under the circumstances.&nbsp; The Lanista started to consider him for the position of Doctore when he noticed Gaius going out of his way to help train some of the other slaves in exchange for extra rations.<br>Over the course of his life he was blessed to see only one true Gladiatrix, a woman sporting twin blades who was able to best two lions in combat.&nbsp; Sadly she could not best three.&nbsp; Gaius always thought it a waste that her remarkable talent was thrown away purely by someone unable to understand potential and human limits.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR!- Character Sheet</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>phoenyx</strong> on <strong>15-04-2011, 21:54:11</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Nakia of the Steppes<br><strong>Age: </strong> 24<br><strong>Gender: </strong> female<br><strong>Height: </strong> five foot six inches<br><strong>Position: </strong> Senior Slave<br><strong>Appearance: </strong> the tattoos and gems imbedded in her forehead are real being a part of her original culture.<br>(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v641/SoaringDragon/RPG%20Characters/seniorslave.jpg)<br><strong>Personality: </strong> Nakia is quiet and calm in all things. It is rare to see her flustered over anything. She is observant and learns quickly any task put to her. She doesn’t go out of her way to befriend anyone, the life of a slave doesn’t usually allow for lasting friendships after all. She is polite to any though regardless of their status. She takes her responsibility as a Senior Slave serious though. While she can be sweet and kind as needed, cross her and she will come down hard on the transgressor.<br><br><strong>History: </strong> Nakia was born on the Russian Steppes to her tribe’s Leader. In all essence she is next to rule the tribe, though through a husband. Raised as such she tended toward haughty, though kind to her people. They all lived and worked together for the tribe to survive after all. But if a person angered her, she would unleash on them with her temper. Despite her temper, she was greatly loved by her people.<br><br>When she was about 16, her tribe was raided by Romans trying to conquer the Steppes. For the most part her people fended them off, though she and a few others were captured in the process. Carted back to Rome, she was both feisty and a royal pain in the ass to those watching over the new slaves. Deciding to put the snot in her place, the Romans took her one night and each had a turn raping her. <br><br>It was a rude wakening to say the least, and she turned inward for a few years. She learned what she had too to survive being a slave, and in many ways exceled until she caught the eye of the Domina one day. She was bought and served for a long while until she became her right hand woman and was promoted to Senior Slave.<br><br>Nakia takes this position seriously; she will allow nothing to stand in her way to keep it. She has gained mastery in herbal usages for many things, including killing. An education started in her former life and expanded on in her present to help with various things like hurts and unwanted pregnancies. She has no qualms in killing anyone who might bring harm to herself or her Domina, or at the least incapacitating them.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR!- Character Sheet</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 00:29:35</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Name Marcus Didius <br>Age&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;: 25<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Height&nbsp; : 6’<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Weight&nbsp; : 220 lbs.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Station : Slave – Gladiator<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Eyes&nbsp; &nbsp; : Brown<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Hair&nbsp; &nbsp; : None-shaved<br><br><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;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>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;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>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;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>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;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>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;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>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;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>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR!- Character Sheet</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 21:22:00</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>Livia Sabina Metalla</em></span></span></div><strong>Appearance:</strong><br><div align="center">(http://www.flicksandbits.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/angelina-jolie-alexander.jpg) (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g3jNtz1y9kQ/Tbh_xVB2vHI/AAAAAAAACUg/IwMmlreG61A/s1600/angelina-jolie-and-alexander-gallery.jpg)</div><br>At 5'8" and with a very slender frame, sallow complexion and clear skin, with hair the shade of a ravens wing and eyes as bright as a cerulean sky; Livia is a vision to behold. Her mode of dress is of the best quality, she wears togas that are the height of fashion though always purposefully designed in such a delicate manner as to appear demure of coin. Her stola and decorated with cuff bands of cold and the jewel most in favour with Rome at that time. Always perfectly groomed, her makeup flawless and her hair coiffed to perfection, she wears it in the latest modes resorting only to wearing a wig of a different hue when attending a function with her husband. <br>Upon her palla she wears a modest array of jewelery in the way of a broach to clasp it in place. <br><br><br><strong>Age:</strong> 28 <br><strong>Position in Ludus/Society:</strong> Domina (rival ludus)<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> A great favourite with all who meet her, she is compassionate, gentle, strong of character and patient. Her natural propensity for calm resolution, added to her years of etiquette and learning, deems her a commanding presence. Charming and often times witty, she is every inch a lady no matter that the fourteen years of matrimony has seen her as Domina to a great Ludus. A good listener and a propensity for astute observation, means little about her home alludes her. Her personal slave tells her everything that occurs and even the ordinary house slaves find themselves openly relaying events that they might not to the Dominus. They favour her fair hand in dealing with all matters and are never fearful in approaching her. The gladiators at the Ludus are enamoured with her but though some Domina's might take one to their bed, she has not in all her married life. Faithful, dutiful and adoring of her husband, he was her first and only love. <br><br><strong>History:</strong><br>Daughter to Caliqua and Julii of Tarraco, Livia was born and raised in the city venturing only to Rome when her fathers business took him there. His great friend Fabrizio had a son three years older than her and on Lulia's twelveth birthday and Livia's 9th they were betrothed in marriage to one another. In her fourteenth year she married and soon fell in love with the handsome Lulia. She moved to the home of the Metalla's, a large Ludus on the outskirts of the city. The sounds of the gladiators disturbed her greatly at first, the smells and the sights she witnessed daily. Her nature however being gentle and caring led her to tend the wounds of one of the newer slaves who was to train to be a gladiator. He later became the Doctore of the Ludus but from that day to this earned her deepest respect and admiration. <br><br>As she grew in both beauty, temperance and knowledge of the Ludus, she did the latter only because she saw how much it pleased her beloved husband that she be part of all of his daily dealings. She gave birth to a son in her seventeenth year but he died of at the age two of tuberculosis. A year later she gave birth to a girl but she did not survive the year. Distraught that she could not give healthy children to her husband she begged him to divorce her and take a wife worthy of him but Lulia swore his fidelity and undying love to her that day, promising that they would grow old together and that their children would be the gladiators, theirs to mold and shape into the finest warriors the arena would ever see.<br><br>By the age of twenty six, typhoid had wiped out her father, her husband and his father; his mother having left years earlier to live out the rest of her days in a warmer climate. It is left to Livia to take the glorious Ludus Metalla and maintain it as such, the Doctore for his part aids her while the champion, now her champion steps up to do his also. Two years have passed and the Ludus struggles to hold their titles as more aggressive gladiators come forth determined to take their place among the ranks of the champions. Livia's closest confidante becomes greatly intrigued with the Ludus' champion and impresses upon Livia to use him so she does not marry foolishly for sexual gratification but if she were to marry again, to do so for opportunity for herself and the Ludus. Livia begins to see her champion in a new light and though he will never take the place of her beloved in her heart, he quells her desires with equal fervour. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR!- Character Sheet</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oral addiction</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 20:53:47</strong>
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				Patrocles Aktianos:<br><br>(http://www.solarnavigator.net/images/troy_achilles_brad_pitt.jpg)<br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong><br><br>At 5’ 10” Patrocles is not a huge specimen of man.&nbsp; In fact if not for his finely chiseled muscles one might think him to be somewhat average.&nbsp; His hair is a deep brown and his skin is olive in complexion, turned a deep bronze by years in the sun, first as a farmer and shepherd and then as a sailor and a soldier.&nbsp; In the ludus his dress is appropriately nothing but a traditional loin cloth but in public he wears what ever is deemed appropriate by his owner, Domina Livia Sabina Metalla.&nbsp; <br><br>In the arena he wears a breastplate of leather and bronze that tails into a leather war skirt, bronze and leather bracers and greaves complete the look.&nbsp; Combine that in battle with a helmet and shield of bronze that is fashioned after the armor of the traditional Greek Hoplite warriors it is light, and maneuverable.&nbsp; The shield is large and round with two moon shaped cut outs on either side of it to allow him to use his shield and weapon of choice at the same time to fight defensively if necessary.&nbsp; The weapon he chooses to utilize is again the weapons of the hoplites… a long but light javelin, tipped with an iron head, and a gladius which he keeps strapped to the inside of his shield in case the javelin is rendered unusable.<br><br><strong>Personality: </strong><br><br>Quite and unassuming when compared to the other gladiators found in most of the arenas of the area.&nbsp; He is calm, calculating, and quick to strike when the opportunity arises; which he is adept at creating.&nbsp; By using the large round shield and javelin to his advantage he is able to push his opponents into making mistakes that allow him to make a killing strike while remaining more than an arms length away.&nbsp; Outside the arena he is dutiful and complicit to his Domina, knowing his place and knowing that with obedience there is advantages and privilege.&nbsp; The greatest privilege, beyond the private cell which allows for sanctioned visits from the slave girls, or other, paying noblewomen, is the relationship and trust that has been fostered between him and Domina Matella.&nbsp; While he knows his place as a slave, he is still allowed some small freedom to speak his mind, to a point, and, as of late, is often summoned to her chambers to support her in what ever way she deems necessary.&nbsp; It is good to be the champion. <br><br><strong>History: </strong> <br><br>Patrocles was born near the city of Nicopolis on the western shores of Greece.&nbsp; He was raised in a simple house on a farm where they grew grapes, olives, and raised goats and horses.&nbsp; He learned at an early age to ride and to watch over the flocks of goats in the hills above Nicopolis.&nbsp; He grew fast and strong as the third brother of the family and spent his days tending to the herds or the vines, fishing or chasing after the girls in town.&nbsp; At the age of 16 he was pressed into military service as a part of a local auxiliary to the legions and sent to the lines as a hoplite in the infantry.&nbsp; The Greeks had adapted their traditional phalanx style of warfare to incorporate the style of roman centurion and they fought well side by side with the Romans.&nbsp; However, there were still some auxiliary forces that preferred the lighter weapons and armor of the ancient hoplites and they were used on the wings of the formations to harry the enemy flanks and archers.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was a role he excelled at, often leading the charge against the enemy, and wreaking havoc with his javelin and shield, while many of the round shields could be locked together to form a moveable hill of brass and iron, bristling with the javelin and spears of the soldier behind, waiting for the chance to fly into the attack.&nbsp; It was during one of these battles that young Patrolces fell, struck down by an errant spear that cracked him on the back of the neck, and knocking him over the edge of a bluff.&nbsp; Patrocles tumbled down the bluff, and landed heavily in the water, which broke his fall enough not to kill him, but when he crawled to the beach he collapsed, sleeping for days until he recovered his strength enough to make his way back to the army’s lines.&nbsp; Upon arrival in the camp of the Romans he found out that the battle had been a major loss, and that almost all of the soldiers there had been lost.&nbsp; The fact that he had survived proved to the Romans that he had fled, and they branded him a deserter and sent him to the arenas as a death sentence.&nbsp; Fighting his was through the lower ranks in back water towns and small arenas Patrocles finally found favor in the eyes of Mars and was seen by the Dominus Matella.&nbsp; He was purchased, and brought to the Ludus Matella where he has been for 5 years.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR!- Character Sheet</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rocknrolla</strong> on <strong>19-10-2011, 19:32:11</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/db/RexusBranius_%281%29.jpg) (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/92/RexusBranius_%282%29.jpg) (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0a/RexusBranius_%283%29.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Bran Ross/Rexus Branius<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> <span class="bbc_u">Driven</span>, <span class="bbc_u">eager</span> and <span class="bbc_u">ambitious</span> Bran Ross – who later came to be known as Rexus Branius – can be described as <span class="bbc_u">well composed</span> and <span class="bbc_u">intelligent</span>. A <span class="bbc_u">man of few words</span> he knows in a place where a man’s weight is measured in sweat and blood, he lets his actions speak for him. <span class="bbc_u">Vengeful</span> to a fault, Branius can hold a grudge for years and fuels his <span class="bbc_u">rage</span> with everything the other person uses against him. <span class="bbc_u">Honourable</span> and a <span class="bbc_u">stalwart of chivalry</span>&nbsp; the man still finds himself prone to <span class="bbc_u">envy</span> often, especially when he feels robbed of chances and opportunity. <br><br><strong>History:</strong> Bran Ross belonged to one of the Highland tribes – a barbarian of Alba as he was referred to, before being captured and brought to Rome for others to look at and scoff. The man considered himself of a proud, regal lineage whose blood lines ran deep in each of its tribesmen. Whilst quarrels were aplenty, it never created a big enough rift for anyone to pick up their blade, and walk their own path, for every man held their tribe to be their pride and honour. <br><br>This was before the Romans invaded Brittany, and the conquest seeped through to the edges of the island to where the Highlands stood proud. Every tribesman, child and woman gathered to meet the onslaught, and whilst it was certain destruction was at hand, the conflict was more a means to show how the land rightfully belonged to them that lingered, and not to the foreign invaders. <br><br>The last of the captured Bran fought till he broke seven swords and eventually couldn’t muster either strength or another weapon, so he did what any other man would have done. A smile on his face, he gave in and allowed to be taken alive. Bearing no ill will to his captors, Bran instead accepted confidence in the fact how there were bigger and better things meant for him. It was only when he was sentenced to a death in the arena did the man spoke more than two words, and bare handed killed a dozen centurions before he was suppressed and taken to his cell for the sentence to be carried out... which never came. <br><br>He found himself in Ludus Metalla overnight where over the next few months he perfected his skills and came to respect the man in the later months until the sorry sod passed away and his wife took over. <br><br>Now the Ludus stands as a shadow of its former self in the warrior’s mind; bound by chivalry and honour Branius knows he would never cause the woman, the new owner of the Ludus, any harm, but he still cannot help but feel apprehensive, more so towards her lover and champion who Branius thinks to be unequal to the likes of him. But the gladiator knows time like fortune is fickle, and merely bides his time until he either creates, or unearths a situation where he would do the Ludus – and his former owner – proud.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR!- Character Sheet</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>19-10-2011, 20:16:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://famefashionandfun.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/scarlett-johansson-23.jpg?w=400&amp;h=600)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Aelia in Red Wig</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://ouchmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/scarlett-johansson-90408003.jpg)</div></div><strong>Name:</strong> Aelia Tatius <br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Gender:</strong> Female <br><strong>Height:</strong> 5’6 <br><strong>Position in Ludus/Society:</strong> Wife of a Cassius Tatius, a Dux Bellorum<br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong> <br>Aelia is only a mere 5’6 in height, with flowing blond hair that threatens to reach her waist unless trimmed ever few months. Often times, she keeps it just passing her shoulders. There are no scars along her porcelain skin since she wasn’t interested in playing with other children growing up. Her eye color changes from blue to grey throughout the seasons. She isn’t known to change her hair color, and instead choses to wears the occasional wig, preferably red. Aelia loves wearing different types of jewelry, scents, and clothing to accentuate her graceful form. <br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> <br>She is a small woman, not known for raising her voice to yell at anyone, but her mind works with the quickness of an army strategist. Taught by only the best scholars, she excels in on a various amount of subjects but occasionally prefers to act like a naive woman in order to gain information about those around her for future use.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>Brief Background:</strong> <br>Growing up, her mother always told her that beauty fades but only the mind can evolve and become stronger. These words and several pushes from her mother taught her to listen to her tutors unlike her unruly brother that just wanted to play with his toy soldiers. <br><br>Daughter to a senator, she was betrothed to her current husband as a political move on the behalf of her father. Her husband and she at the time barely spoke to each other but love wasn’t necessary for marriage. As the years goes by, they have developed an understanding and respect for each other’s talents even though he attempts to keep a leash on her occasionally ploys. <br><br>Her interest in the games came from when her husband took her to one, and she grew addicted to the sight of blood and aggressive behavior of the gladiators. She views the ones that fight in the ring as merely tools or instruments for her entertainment. Aelia has no interest in their problems or even goals. She is somewhat sympathetic towards female slaves due to observing their activities in her own household and others. Her sympathy is also entwined with lethal jealousy to ensure that none of them lays a finger or tempts her husband.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR!- Character Sheet</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>17-11-2011, 09:18:25</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/jude_law_gallery_10.jpg)<br><br><strong>Name: Gaius. <br>Age: 29.<br>Hight: 5’ 10"<br>Eyes: Blue.<br>Hair: Brown.<br>Rank: Medicus/Slave.</strong></div><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Gaius knows a little bit about a lot. If you can’t find a Medicus he’s your man. If you need someone quietly disposed off, guess what? Just ask Gaius. Taught by his sisters when he was young to know his way around human anatomy, should anyone ever need to be healed or indeed poisoned, Gaius always seems to have an air of confidence in his stride as his knowledge in both grows over time. <br><br>Born on the boarders of Maritimae and Italia, Gaius can not recall his birth name and has not seen his family for many years. Now 29 years of age, he sits in his room and remembers being taken by the Romans in his early teens. It was night and it was cold. From time to time he has flashes of how he came to be a slave in more detail, but during this particular flashback he recalls very little. As he struggles to bring more of that time before arriving here, under his current owner, the days that followed his capture begin to fill his mind in greater detail. He shared a cart with many others. It was hot and it was dry by day and often not enough water to quench his thirst. </div> <br><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/2385788281_small_2.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The road to Rome was filled with memories of making friends and losing them as they were sold on route or simply died. Disease was extremely evident throughout and in most cases death soon followed. New faces arrived quickly to replace those lost until finally it was Gaius’ turn to be sold. Gaius soon realised that he was up for sale as they enter Roma. So relieved by this as anywhere had to be an improvement, he could not help but smile as he was quickly purchased by his current owner who promptly named him Gaius, most likely due to the happy mood he was in at the time.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Over the years under the close eye of his owner, Gaius has leant to hone his art and become a bit of a jack of all trades in many areas. He had always kept himself well groomed and his face shaven. After all he represents the house of his owner and it would not do to let his appearance slide. <br><br>When alone, he is in the habit of speaking to himself, he finds it is often the only way to get an intelligent conversation sometimes. He is often found working in the kitchens, assisting in food preparation if he is not required for other work.<br><br>He is always trying to be one step ahead of all around him. He believes that is why he has survived unscathed for so long. Calculating constantly on which direction a particular event might go and indeed on how it might go to his advantage. <br><br>He has been responsible for quite a number of deaths during his time in slavery and in all cases it has been of individuals that mean to harm him or indeed his owner and due to his skill has not been made accountable to them. </div> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR!- Character Sheet</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordLuck</strong> on <strong>08-01-2012, 16:27:27</strong>
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				(http://a2.ec-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/9/12f29ecd55de1d17bba9be3e9a41a625/l.jpg)<br><br><strong>Marcus Marius Marcellus</strong><br><br><strong>Appearance</strong><br>A fairly average man in his mid-thirties, Marcellus, stands on 1.78 meters, his hair well-cropped and his beard well-shaven like any other Patrician who's worthy of calling himself a true Roman. His visage was that one that gave name to the 'patrician face' or the 'roman nose', and he is proud of that himself. Never a real combatent after his years serving the Legions as any son of a noble family should, the only scar he bears is the lack the smaller finger on his left hand - lost during combat in the far east against the Parthians, and the deep gash an arrow took to the side of his thigh on those days of youth and irresponsibility. His visage was once much fairer than now, as the man is just starting to leave the Spring of his life and receive the first touches of the Autumn upon his skin. His grey eyes can be cold, but also warm and joyful, although the wrincles of smiles alongside his face speak usually of a darker purpose.<br><br><strong>Personality</strong><br>Marcellus is an ambitious man, but can ambition alon forge him an Empire? Not on the political sense, perhaps, but on the economical one - wealth! For money can buy anything if thrown in the right hands. Calculating and cunning, influential although overconfident, Marcellus is a proud man and a generous Dominus when respected without question and obeyed without doubt. He likes to smile and to laugh, although his seemingly... happy nature is usually a facade for his plan, a mean to his ends so he can truly relish their completion later on.<br><br><strong>History</strong><br>Son of a wealthy New Man in Osca, the Lanista of the famed Ludus Tigris Ferox was well taught by his father, the late Marcus Marius Marcellus, and quickly mastered all the skills needed for a Lanista to succeed with his gladiators and become a single power ruling the Gladiatorial Bussiness in the city of Osca - by overthrowing the other Lanistas through bribery, deceit, tricery and threads. The ex-Decurion has quite a reputation of fearlessness and impunity due to his many contacts within the various Collegia of many different cities from Lusitania to Narbona, from Capua to Saguntum.<br>An incredibly wealthy man due to his monopoly of Ludi in many cities including the neighbouring greek colony of Emporion, Barcino and Saguntum itself, along many rumours of supposed allegiances to local aristocracies of hispanic and, thusly, carthagenian blood, this figure now wishes to take over Tarraco with his skills and wit... and of course, most pleasant of intentions. Managing to call from the most diverse warriors from the most variated nations, Marcellus is quite a force to be reckoned with... on the Hispanic Countryside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR!- Character Sheet</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KnowThySire</strong> on <strong>13-03-2012, 05:00:20</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Ajax (Alaricus Gurganus)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Height:</strong> 6’1<br><strong>Weight:</strong> 217 lbs<br><strong>Position:</strong> Slave/Gladiator<br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong> Compared to most Romans, Alaricus stands above average in both height and weight. His physique is definitely that of a warrior’s and the greatest evidence of his years of service to the Roman Republic, as well as the several scars that cover his fair-colored skin. Alaricus’ dark brown hair is rather well-kept, along with the stubble across his jaw that acts as his facial hair. Despite his recent predicament, the fire that rests within his hazel-green eyes has yet to be extinguished, although his usually warm smile is rarely shown anymore as he believes that a slave has no reason to smile unless he or she gains freedom through release or death.<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Intelligent, calm, charming, flirtatious, but his switch can easily be flipped to rugged, rash, aggressive, and protective, the feature that had gotten him into his situation in the first place.<br><br><strong>History:</strong> Alaricus Gurganus was born into a family of roman nobles. He had a rather happy childhood, up until he was 8 when his mother passed after giving birth to his younger sister, Linara. Normally, an older child might resent the younger one for being the cause of a mother’s death, but Alaricus was just the opposite. He knew that his mother would’ve wanted him to look upon his sister with love and to protect her from anything they might face in the corrupt society they lived in. That is what drove him to be strong at a young age, and led to his heroic war achievements, as well as the eventual title of Centurion in Rome's army.<br><br>His father, however, did not fare so well after his wife’s death. He became immersed in drink, and found himself gambling to get rid of his sorrows, as well as participating in many other sins. It was inevitable that the family would end up in a massive debt, and some were surprised that it hadn’t occurred any sooner, Alaricus having been 26 when his father had finally hit rock bottom. His father could only come to one conclusion to settle his debt, and that was to sell his daughter, Linara into slavery.<br><br>Of hearing of his sister's eventual enslavement, Alaricus went to have words with his father in order to convince him otherwise, which lead to bloodshed. Out of rage, he killed his father, and attempted to flee with his sister. Unfotruanately, they were hunted down, and eventually caught. Linara was still sold into slavery, but the penalty for Alaricus was death.<br><br>However, due to his status among the people as a glorified soldier, it was felt that a normal execution wouldn't suffice, and that a death in the games was seen to be more suitable. He was put against a gladiator, expected to fall to a quick death, but managed to survive, even after suffering many injuries. Another was sent, then another, and another, until Alaricus has bested 4 gladiators in total. Each victory came by the skin of his teeth, the crowd roaring at the dramatic finish each time. If one didn’t know any better, they would think that Alaricus was purposely drawing out the fights to please his audience, knowing that they were his only hope for survival. In the end, the conspiracy had become reality as the crowd was moved by the spectacle, yet Alaricus was still a criminal, and was still decided to be killed by the guarding soldiers of the arena.<br><br>Luckily, Alaricus' talent had managed to capture the eye of a well-known lanista, who offered to purchase him as a slave and train him as a gladiator as an alternative to his unfair execution in front of an upset crowd that desired to see more of him. In order to keep the peace, the proposal was accepted, and from that moment on, Alaricus Gurganus was stricken of his name and identity and became known simply as Ajax, the first step in breaking a man so used to freedom.<br><br>Time had passed, and eventually, Alaricus had managed to make the cut as a gladiator. He kept mostly to himself, not wanting to get himself distracted with the senseless violence of the barbarians he spent his days with. Instead, he kept the spilling of blood where it belonged… Among the sands.<br><br>Even though, Alaricus was a slave now, he still walked around with a sense of entitlement. Others may have broken and succumb to their fate as gladiators, but Alaricus was still holding onto his former life outside of the walls, having been reminded of it every time he looked up at the rafters. The eyes of his sister were always watching him, whether he was training upon the sands or fighting for survival in the arena. As long as he could feel Linara’s gaze on his back, Alaricus refused to die, continuing to fight until he could finally win freedom for his sister.<br><br>That is why the title of Champion is a must for Alaricus. He will go to any lengths to obtain it, and will strike down anyone that stands in his way of achieving his goal. Whether it be an enemy, a fellow gladiator, or even… the gladiatrix.<br><br><strong>Fighting Style:</strong> In battle, Alaricus is tactful, sharp, cunning, fierce, quick, and, most of all, unpredictable. Originally, he fought in the Murmillo style, having grown up with it as a Roman soldier. However, the more Alaricus fought, the more he began to realize that, due to his body structure, the traditional Roman Murmillo style was actually limiting his ability as a warrior. It was then, Alaricus began to study the many different fighting styles of both his allies and enemies. Eventually, he figured the Thracian style, Thraex, would be the best fit for him since his build was similar to theirs, although, he could never use the style when he was in the military, as it would interfere with the battle formations. Plus, he would have been looked down upon for not using a Roman style.&nbsp; Still, his use of the Murmillo was that of an elite level, and, despite his young age, Alaricus’ skills allowed him to quickly rise among the ranks and reach the title of Centurion four years before the norm. Had he not have commited his crime, the position of Legatus wasn’t far from his future. Alas, fate did not turn out that way, as his death was expected in the arena. Alaricus, no longer being a part of the Roman military, unveiled his Thraex style, and its debut was the sole reason for his survival.<br><br>(http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g9/2C00L4SCH00L/channing-tatum-keeps-eagle-from-flying-olsen-twins-news-com-485x364.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR!- Character Sheet</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SanguinePuppet</strong> on <strong>13-03-2012, 06:20:17</strong>
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				Name:Linara Gurganus<br>Age: 19<br>Gender: female<br>Height: five foot five inches<br>Position: Slave<br>Appearance: (http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/xpiritu/amanda-seyfried.jpg) (http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/xpiritu/amanda-seyfried-nude-0410-lg.jpg)<br><br><br>History: Linara is the sister of now Gladiator, Alaricus Gurganus. Their father is a nobleman, but gets into debt. In order to&nbsp; settle it, he decides to sell his daughter, your character. Alaricus gets wind of this, and tries to convince his father otherwise. He won't listen to reason, so Alaricus kills him, and attempts to flee the city with his sister.. Unfortunately, they're caught, and the sister is still enslaved, while Alaricus is sentenced to death in the arena by gladiators. Miraculously, he survives, and instead of being killed, is purchased by the Domina. Coincidently, she was also the same one to have purchased the sister. Now, Linara serves her domina in whatever way she's out on.<br><br>Personality: Linara is quiet and reserved every since her mother's dead, but she remains strong in heart. She is an obedient slave even though she dreams of freedom and tasting the air of a new life, but if there's one thing her mother taught her was to never lose hope and that everything happened for a reason. Rumor had it that her brother fought for her freedom and whether or not he would succeed was up to the Gods to decide. The ever innocent, but impressionable slave looks out the window and listens to the birds hoping they bring her good news.<br>
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