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 Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 8:42 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2011 5:15 am
Fighting SlavesCan you see my face through these mud puddles? [  ] Controlled by [Furious Intensity] I am called [Arcus] And I'm not a day over. [23] I am happy to say I have. [Male] I am only Human but I hail from [Nubia] Captors measured me at [6'1] Captors weighed me in at [190] Its clear that I like [Women] My tale isn't a pleasant one. [Arcus hails from Nubia, growing up as the son of one of the Pharaoh's bodyguards a man of fierce renown. Because of this he was always well respected in his Kushite village and he was always held in high regard. The warriors in his village began training him at the age of ten to be a Medjay, a fierce guardian to the pharoah's of Egypt. The men from his villlage in particular earned the reputation of being not men but vengeful spirits. They where called the Ghost's of the red sands. Arcus was trained with spear, sword, bow and arrow, and with his hands. At 15 he left for Egypt to begin serving the Pharaoh and to earn money for his family. Even at such a young age, Arcus had a powerful, lean muscular frame, and lots of people hired him for things. He regrets it now but there wasn't much he wouldn't do to provide for his family; gambling, thievery, manipulation and assassinations... If the price was right there where very few jobs he was incapable of completing. Truth be told he did have a high preference towards 'cleaner' jobs that wouldn't stain his hands or conscious. One day when he was going out on a training mission his squad was attacked by Syrians who killed all but him. After this he was taken to Rome to be sold as a slave. His first Dominus was a vile scum named Tarius, who fought him in the pits to gain coin. After Tarius was killed as a result of a large matter of debt his slaves where sold to the market being seen as wild beasts. Arcus doesn't care he longs to earn his place in the world, and possibly one day return to his homeland, either by buying his freedom, or by taking it... Arcus is humorous and easy going, surprising traits for a fighter. He enjoys the company of others especially women, and most especially women with wine. He believes enjoying all of life's pleasures but brings discipline with his hedonism. He believes that everything should be earned, and that advance in life is to be earned by being not only an honorable fighter, but also an honorable man as well. ] My body is owned by Dominus or Domina [Trasea Atia Calidus] who is run by [Pornstar Dancing] Level: 5 Health: 20 Attack:2 Defense:8
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 9:10 pm
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Can you see my face through these mud puddles? [appearance here]
Controlled by [Pornstar Dancing]
I am called [Felixus Heracles]
And I'm not a day over. [25]
I am happy to say I have. [Male parts]
I am only Human but I hail from [Sicilia]
Captors measured me at [6'1"]
Captors weighed me in at [190lbs]
Its clear that I like [Straight]
My tale isn't a pleasant one. At the age of 22, I fought for my country in the Punic War against the romans. Their vast armies quickly took over my country and my men, bringing several of us back to be sold as slaves. My dominate personality and sarcastic tongue got me nothing but whips and the lowest of duties. Eventually, someone noticed my talents learned from warfare, bought me, and sent me to the pits to fight for my life. After a life threatening injury, I have been threatened to be taken to the mines. I am proud, optimistic, and extremely high-spirited. I tend to see the light in the darkest of situations. I intend to make a scene at the slave market, where hopefully, someone will take not of my fighting skills and train me to become a Gladiator.
My body is owned by Dominus or Domina [None] who is run by [Unknown]
Level: 3
Health: 15
Attack: 3
Defense:3
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 11:33 pm
Fighting Slaves Can you see my face through these mud puddles? Beneath the helmet my eyes are a bright green and my once long hair is blond. I have a strong jaw covered with stubble. I may not be the biggest, but I'm quick on my feet. Controlled by [Outcast Wolf] I am called [Alsviðr Haruskoz . I was given the name Tiberius upon capture, but kept my tribe-name. In Roman my full name is Tiberius Cherusci] And I'm not a day over. [Age] [25] I am happy to say I have. [Male parts.] I am only Human but I hail from [Germania.] Captors measured me at [height here] [6'3"] Captors weighed me in at [210 pounds] Its clear that I like [Whomever I please] My tale isn't a pleasant one. I hail from the north-lands of Germania. The Roman empire invaded my country and sought to expand their territory further north. Barbarians they called us. To 'help us' become more civilized is what they said. Mein eyes saw differently. I was a soldier from the Haruskoz clan. Haruskoz means sword-man. We were a specialized tribe, our warriors adept at wielding the double sword. When the Romans invaded our allies' land, we took up their call and sent many warriors to their aid. We arrived to a slaughter. Bodies of Roman and Germanic soldiers lay strewn across the battlefield. It appeared that the battle had already passed this area, but which side was the victor was unknown. We rested that night just outside the battlefield; Our leader needed time to think over our next move. That decision did not take too long, though. We were ambushed that night. The Romans had the advantage of surprise, but this was our territory. The tribe scattered, battling off all we could before parting from the main group. we would regroup, but our first task was to survive the night. I fought countless a soldier, trying to hold off as many as I could before I too retreated to the safety of the black forest. I did not escape unscathed. A large gash was opened across my back and would need medical attention if I was to survive. Rest was needed as well to recover. I lay that night in a ditch like a dog, nursing my wounds before finally overcome by weariness. I slept well. I abruptly was awoken as the sound of hooves crunching gravel reached my ears. Slowly I opened one eye just enough to see shapes moving about. From the voices I heard, they were roman. I did not understand what they were saying. Caution told me not to move and to feign death. Perhaps they would overlook a bloodied body. Instead one of the soldiers came closer and gave me a kick to the side. I bit my tongue and made not a sound, but the slight quick intake of air as boot met my battered flesh alerted the guard that I was still of the living. He shouted to the others and I was quick to put my dagger through his skull… though not quick enough to elude the boot to my head. I passed out. When I awoke, the first thing I noticed was that I was in some sort of tent. My body ached like no other, but the throbbing of the wound on my back was gone. I sat up only to realize that my arm was chained to a wooden post stuck deep in the ground. A roman came in and spat at me. I stared boldly back at him. If I was to be a prisoner awaiting execution, then so be it. The Roman had a different idea though. Another man, clad in a creme colored tunic and a whip at his belt entered the tent. The two argued over something, again I did not understand the language, before the second one opened his money pouch and handed over some coins to the soldier. The Roman grinned at me then both exited the tent. I was sold into slavery, my fate now in the hands of the gods. I am the typical 'strong-silent' type. My grasp on the native language is good, but not great, so I prefer to keep my mouth shut lest I lose my tongue due to misspoken words. Life may not be great, but it could be a whole lot worse. I am normally respectful of my captors and won't make too much of a fuss doing as I'm told, that is within reason. If told to scrub the floor, I will flat out refuse. If I am told to kill a man, I do so without hesitation. What I lack in size or strength, I make up for with heart and determination. I fight for the glory and to uphold the honour of my house and myself. The Germanic race is strong, brutal and proud. I am the same. My body is owned by Dominus or Domina [~] who is run by [~] Level: 1 Health: 15 Attack: 1 Defense:1
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2011 6:14 pm
Fighting Slaves Can you see my face through these mud puddles? Controlled byxXx Ninja_Samurai xXx I am called Aibus Riknus And I'm not a day over. 25 I am happy to say I have. Male I am only Human but I hail from Aegina Captors measured me at 5'11 Captors weighed me in at 180 lbs Its clear that I like Women My tale isn't a pleasant one. Aibus is an island man; born into a family of Myrmidon soldiers he learned discipline and strength when he was young from his abusive father. His ancestors have always served as Myrmidons, legend even speaks there family being close to the great Achilles. His mother however died in childbirth and after his wife’s death Aibus’s father was dismissed from the Myrmidons his caption saying the man was mad and sought death on the battlefield. Aibus’s father took out his rage instead on his only son blaming him for his wife’s death. If Aibus was not being beaten his father would make him run drills and practice with a blade, although most considered it beatings. Aibus however learned quickly and was able to overpower his father; however in his demand for approval he killed his own father. Cursed by the gods he fled the city and lived most days in the gutters or outskirts. One day however a woman with beauty to rival even that of Aphrodite’s meet him in the gutters, she had been shopping for a gift for her mother but lost her way and hoped he would help her. Aibus saw this as a message of forgiveness from his Zeus, and helped her return to the market. When he asked of her name she responded with the name he would never forget, Araia. After asking around the market he learned she had been the son of a rich noble who had kept Myrmidons as his own personal bodyguards. When he heard of such an opportunity he entered his name making up a false story how he had left before his father died, claiming it was a theft gone wrong. After a few slips of silver and enough convincing they believed him and he was recruited into the Myrmidon’s after a rigorous training that his father’s lessons had prepared him for. After 2 years of serving Aegina against the Romans he was hired by the family of Araia. When the two were alone they found themselves unable to control their desires and the two feel into a love that had no bounds, one day however she came bring news it turned out she had was with Aibus’s child, joy filled his heart and although he feared what her father would say he only felt he had to protect her. Araia had made up a lie that she had been with a rich noble who had left Aegina long ago rumored to have died of plague. Aibus was there when the child was born as guard and the two lovers felt there world had been perfect. But tragedy stroke one year later the roman fleet touched down on Aegina and in one fell swoop took the city Aibus stood fighting off hordes of Roman dogs. He did not last though after falling he saw from a door that had been only slightly left open Araia screaming as he saw a lifeless small corpse in her hands, his one year old son. However they did not stop there, no they beat Araia and ravaged her, again, and again, and again until the gods showed mercy and took her life. As he watched bleeding he was helpless and passed out from pain. He woke next in a ship of creaking wood and cries of pain. He found himself in shackles. He was a slave but he would have vengeance, Araia’s name burned in his skull and vengeance was the only thing he planned. My body is owned by Dominus or Domina Trasea Atia Calidus who is run by Pornstar Dancing Level: 1 Health: 15 Attack: 2 Defense: 0
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2011 9:52 pm
Fighting SlavesCan you see my face through these mud puddles?  Controlled by [xXPocahontasXx] I am called [Axelia] And I'm not a day over. [23] I am happy to say I have. [female parts] I am only Human but I hail from [Athens] Captors measured me at [5'11] Captors weighed me in at [160lbs] Its clear that I like [Men and Women] My tale isn't a pleasant one. [I was born to a rich family. I have a twin sister named...Isadora?? I think, I'm not sure, we were pretty young when we were separated. I remember my brother Hector as well but I don't think he would remember me. So where was I? Oh right childhood, my twin and I were close I remember that much, we were two halves of one whole. I remember when my mother was murdered, I fought to avenge her death, the slavers realized that I was a warrior so they sent me and my sister to Gaul in hopes to sell us, luckily we were bought by an older man who made me learn sword play. When he died we were sent back to the traders, I was bought up and sent to Rome a couple of times, I've been sent to Nubia and been bought and gifted there. Once I was sent back to Rome after being captured for trying to run away, I was lashed, several times. I told myself that one day I would be able to buy my freedom. I am a free spirit by nature, I don't do submission very often, I do however accept the fact that I am a slave, being a fighter slave will hopefully make me become a gladiator one day, I am loyal to my master, even if I hate them I am still loyal.] My body is owned by Dominus or Domina [owner's IC name] who is run by [owner's gaia name] Level: 1 Health: 15 Attack:+1 Defense:+1
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