Gorrim the Undefeated -warband leader

Varn Headclaimer- Enforcer

Kroll Blackhoof -Enforcer



Tyris the Cunning – @Niksis

Babuta the swift – @Afro Samurai

Aomalur the Merciless -@BangoSkank

Kar'ak the Ravenous -@Jarl Coolgruuf

Chay the Bare Flame – @Fallen Muse

Guroth the Cheerful -@TyrannosaursRex



6 pit fighters



-N/A



-Barely sufficient

From left to right, Gorrim the Undefeated, Varn Head-taker, Kroll Blackhoof


*** a note. If anyone viewing this game who wishes to join and wants to create a character using either Varn(big axe guy) or Kroll's (beastman dude) reference pictures let me know. I will happily cede said character image to you. I mostly made these guys just because I couldn't pass up the opportunity to use them.

Name: Gorrim The Undefeated

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Ambition: Gorrim's ambitions would see him rise to the status of a true lord of chaos. One who marched with the everchosen's blessing, brought continents to ruin and civilizations crumbling to the ground. To wield weapons of terrible power and commanded the even the respect of daemon princes. He views this warband as a means to an end, the lives of those who fight with him are only to be expended when strictly necessary, as to return in triumph with fewer deaths would earn mroe glory and possibly attract more followers. but he wont hesitate to try and sacrifice them if it furthers his ambitions.
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Name: Varn Headclaimer

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Ambition: Varn's aspirations in life are simple. To slay something of everything. To prove that nothing and no one can truly enjoy a permanent existence. For all crumble eventually before the will of chaos and the everchosen. He seeks to prove himself a master executioner and an artist of decapitation. He keeps a growing tally of creatures and warrior beings that he believes will provide sufficient challenge and glory in battle. And by collecting their heads he might earn more of the everchosen's favour. It is a list growing ever more ludicrious as he gains in skill and learns of ever more powerful beings.

His current tally of heads, as it stands includes the likes of a Stormcast warrior, one of the so called 'ironjawz'

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Name: Kroll Blackhoof 'Heart-eater'

Gender: Male

Race: Beastmen Gor

Ambition: Kroll has no ambition that he has ever admitted aloud. That that anyone would be able to understand him if he were to saw it aloud. He primarily speaks through grunts, growls and bloodcurtling cries. For the time being the burly gor seems content to follow Gorrim and serve as enforcer and bloodhound of sorts for the aspiring tyrant. His mace alone is taller than some members of the warband, and the muscles that wield it do so with enough strength to crunch armour and bone.

Name: Tyris the Cunning

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Appearance: Tyris stands taller than most, standing on the right side of 7 feet tall. If it wasn't for the blood, grime and dirt on her, some might even call her pretty. A blonde by birth, she preferred long hair though her time as a gladiator saw her tie it up into various ponytails. Her shoulders broad, Tyris stood as a warrior, equal to that of most men.



Equipment: Wearing a mix of leather and furs, Tyris made no attempt to hide her northern heritage. Though skimpy as it might be, she wasn't one to let herself be weighed down by cumbersome armor. The mindset "The best armor is not to be hit at all" rung through her head constantly.

She was not unarmed though, as she was never seen far from her two-handed axe "Grimnir" - A seemingly mundane axe however one she had named regardless. At her hips sat two Shortswords, both remained unnamed however as her preferred method of severing heads was her axe.

Ambition: To unite and rule over those that sought to crush her will or that of her Sister; and to destroy any who oppose their rule.

Name: Batuba the Swift

Gender: Female

Race: Aelve
Appearance: She would stand 5'8 with greaves and is perhaps shorter even with them on. No one cares to measure a slave. She is more toned than muscled and by naked eye she is lithe--much like the rest of her race--when compared to the behemoths who roam the pits. She wears leather wraps around her chest and groin and the same type of rudimentary armament covers calf-to-heel on both legs. Otherwise, she is bare.

She wields two mambele sickle swords--of the shorter variety--which she uses to pull, trap, parry, and twist opposing weapons away from her before stepping into an opponent’s guard and delivering lethal and often mortal cuts to vital organs to her opponent’s centerline (neck, stomach, chest, etc.).

Tucked in the slits of the leather guards which protect her legs is a dagger which she uses as backup in case she is disarmed or loses one of her swords.

(for an idea of how she uses her swords, see here)

Ambition: To become powerful enough to command armies of her own and serve the Everchosen.

Name: Aomalur the Merciless

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance:
His kind face and unremarkable height belie the cruelty of Aomalur. Perhaps that is why he did as well as he did in the Arena. A flair for the the theatrical and a tendency to play with his opponent, as well as his less than particularly threatening appearance, meant that his fights tended tended to ratchet up to their often grisly and drawn out ends. With his nondescript appearance Aomalur had not been granted a particularly impressive weapon to start out with or any title to strike fear in to the hearts of others. He had been expected to fight and die and to do the latter rather swiftly, but his tendency to drag the fights and the deaths out became his calling card.

Equipment:
Sticking with his initial weapon, a simple but substantial sword with a squared off guard and a spiked pommel, Aomalur eventually earned and adopted a shield with a crescent cut out to complement the sword and stopped there. Neither required any particular strength or endurance to wield and so he was free to practice his foot work and his swings. In time he made additions to his armor to capitalize on his developing methodical style.

Chainmail hangs from his shield to catch deflected weapons and disarm or distract opponents. Chainmail about his chest serves a similar purpose. He otherwise wears minimal armor to allow himself unimpeded movement. In the Arenas his horned helmet served mostly as decoration, and to serve as part of his ceremony. When his foe was beaten, lying exhausted in the sand and waiting for the sweet release of death and an end to pain, Aomalur would drag the poor soul to his helmet, deliver a killing blow, and bathe the helmet in the last of his opponent's life blood before donning his helm to the applause of those gathered.

These are his only tools, but he knows them well and they have seen much use.

Ambition:
To march across these worlds and leave a trail of bloody dirt and bleached bone behind.

Name: Kar'ak the Ravenous

Gender: Male

Race: Human?

Appearance: Tall and rather muscular with almost no body fat to speak of. He maintains his physique with a steady intake of flesh and blood from those he has slain. This diet also contributes to the ungodly reek of blood and raw meat that hangs about him at all times, even more so than other pit fighters. It is said that his breath can kill a man at arm's length. His mouth and hands are perpetually stained a visible red from years of feasting on those who didn't manage to kill him; made even more noticable by his pale complexion. Bits of his past meals can often be seen wedged between his crimson teeth or trapped under his grime and gore covered finger nails. Adding to his ghoulish fisage is the complete lack of hair anywhere on his entire body. From his toes to his non existent eyebrows, not one single hair will grow.

Iron from the knee down, leather from the knee to waist. Kar'ak wears no other armor, wanting as little barrier as possible between his skin and the warm ichor that pours from the flesh he rends. Even his selection of weapons is centered around his need to feast. He carries two gore-caked machetes into battle, but not just any machetes. These wickedly sharp hunks of iron end in bladed hooks that easily strip meat from bone with a flick of the wrist. Another of his favorite techniques is digging the hooks into an opponent and pulling them toward his gapping maw so that he might sample them before the main course. The Ravenous One also carries an assortment of carving knives he ground into form and sharpened himself. These are not for battle and he takes great care in keeping them pristine so they smoothly unzip skin and separate the finest cuts of meat from the rest of the corpse.

Ambition: "I bring them flesh for strength, skulls for the pile, blood for glory! I feast in their name! A day will come when I prove worthy of their favor. With their power I will drink from the throat of the False God. Drink! Drink and become!"

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Name: Chay the Bare Flame

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Appearance: Unlike her sister Chay is not too great in height rather she stands roughly at six feet tall. Muscular, and fit she wears little in the way of clothes, it was how she had been dressed while being raised as a warrior slave, keeping her hair cut in various ways that practically exude aggression. Her eyes are fiery and she tends to have a sour disposition except when dealing with her sister who she seems to have a rather fond relationship with.

Equipment: LIttle in the way of armor is worn by Chay similar to her older sister. Though she doesn’t try to dodge attacks so much as she uses her shield to barrel through her enemies blows before cleaving into them with her axe. As backup, she carries two swords, one a long two handed sword, as well as a single short sword in the case she loses her axe in combat.

Ambition: To shed as much blood as possible at her sister’s side, while lifting her sister to ever greater heights in the act. She looks to see her sister rule over all those who would stand in their way.

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