Sand and Glory - Character Sheets

[Deamonbane]

Name:
Lucanus

Age:
20

Preferred Gladiator Form:
Dimachaerus

Bio:
Some would say he was cursed by the gods on the account that he was the youngest of five brothers and two sisters, the runt of the litter, smaller, both in height and girth, weaker and physically less imposing, even as an adult. Others say he was blessed. He was perfectly ambidextrous, capable of using both hands to equal fury, quick of eye and quick of mind. Coordinated well, with good depth perception and hand-to-eye coordination. Quick, agile, sharp and an intelligent fighter, he proved himself among his father's men.

His father was a warlord to the East of Maro, of a kingdom that was officially a part of the empire, even if their own king ruled the lands. His father disliked bending the knee at all, more so to the Centurum scum, and his followers felt the same. An uprising, of which Lucanus was a part, to drive the Centurum forces out of their motherland. At first they were met with astounding success, defeating two legions in battle and taking several cities back. But armies Marched from Maro to face the oncoming threat and in two smashing defeats, the uprising was all but quelled.

Lucanus was not with his father at the end, following one of his brothers to fight further north, driving to the city that had once been their capital. He was the champion of their army, the finest swordsman. When his brother heard of the defeat, driven into a rage he set out to attack the Centurum forces but as winter fell over the land, most of his host died of cold and hunger. Lucanus and a handful of others escaped that fate, only to find themselves captured. They were decimated, one in ten beaten to death and the rest, Lucanus included, sold into slavery. Canis had little interest in the youth at first, but Heimdal had a different view, liking the arrogant cockiness of the youth, and he was among the 20 that would make up Canis' first gladiators.

[Deamonbane]

Name:
Canis Borell

Age:
43

Preferred Gladiator Form:
Dimachaerus

Bio:
Canis is not his real name, not by far, although if asked he will say that he does not recall his real name. Born in Iberia, a land just a few hundred leagues north of Maro, it was one of the first to come under the influence of the expanding empire. Therefore, the people from Iberia were the only ones allowed to join the Centurum Legios. Canis was one of them, and showed immense promise as a commander. Marching into the bitterly cold north on his first campaign, there were high hopes for him.

They were shattered quickly. The man commanding the legion was a full and Canis watched as many close friends were butchered in a Northerling uprising of numbers that had not seen before, and a few weeks after their mass retreat, Canis abandoned his post and deserted.

He was quickly caught and branded as a deserter, with the Legionaries that caught him calling him a dog, or Canis. He adopted the name after his sign of the legion was burned from his skin. Sold into slavery, he was bought by a nobleman that wished for some cannon fodder in games that he was promoting. Seeing that there were many others like that in the ranks of those games, he found his edge wielding two swords instead of one. He survived because he was one of the only ones that had any fighting experience. It wasn't a very high class fight, but Lanista saw promise in the young deserter and bought him from the nobleman after the fight was over, training him among his men.

It proved a worthy investment, and Canis, as he became known, quickly hacked his way to the top of the food chain in the Three Arenas of Maro, and kept himself there for longer than any other fighter in history. But, as all men, he grew old and his edge was beginning to fade. His speed was replaced by skill and experience, his strength by cunning. He was no fool and knew that there was no way that he would last much longer so he retired from fighting, having already earned his freedom a few years previous and, with his amassed winnings, decided to open a ludus of his own, purchasing the property from a Lanista that was retiring from the business himself, and finding the proper doctores to train his new gladiators. His friend and fellow gladiator Heimdal was the first.

[DizzyIsabella]

Name: Lucilla (Lucie)

Appearance: (Please ignore that she is half naked!)



Age: 19

Preferred Gladiator Form: Cestus

Bio: Stolen from her mother at the young age of nine, when the Cnturum’s originally invaded her home ; Briton, Lucilla never knew of her own family, whisked away back to Rome and sold to the Domina of the Ludus, she was renamed Lucilla, as her Domina did not care for her given name. She worked tirelessly throughout her young life, becoming almost institutionalized, a very quiet girl, obedient and hardworking, spending most of her life running errands for the Domina, mostly cleaning in difficult places, where the older female slaves could not. Being of slight form, she became quick on her feet, agile when reaching difficult spaces. Carrying cleaning equipment and heavy buckets of water, allowed her to become strong, and quick on her feet. The head of the cleaning rota was cruel, with a vicious ability to use whatever utensils in her hand to abuse when things were not to her standard, leaving Lucie able to dodge and move quickly.

Once she became of age, she blossomed into, in the Domina’s words, “a woman pleasing to observe”, and so was hired to work personally around the Domina, giving her more freedom around the Ludus. One night, two years or so into her service to the Domina, Lucie was attacked, set upon by two of the guards who thought it acceptable to use her for their own pleasure. Not much more is known of the tale, apart from three more guards following the blood curdling screams of the two guards, and finding a gruesome site, Lucille covered in blood, somehow overcoming the two guards with just her bare hands and a large rock found on the surface of the floor.

Despite the annoyance of the Dominus at losing two of his best guards, he saw a potential in Lucie, one which may please an audience, a slight girl who looks without much strength, to battle against others. She may not last long in the arena, but she would give the audience some amusement, and was therefore called upon on the next batch of Gladiator recruits.

[MST3K 4ever]

Character Sheet

Name: Miserow Pax

Appearance:

Miserow

Age: 27

Preferred Gladiator Form: Doctore Hemidal

Bio: Miserow was born and raised in Maro. His father Caldor was boat-builder and his mother died while giving birth to Miserow's twin brother and sister who also died during child birth when Miserow was 10 years old. Caldor took this as a sign that he was cursed and rather than pass what he perceived as his curse on to his son committed suicide leaving Miserow as a street urchin.

Miserow grew up with an attitude of him against the world, and he did whatever he had to in order to survive. Steal. kill, whatever he deemed necessary. This went on for about 7 years and eventually Miserow became very accomplished as thief, but one day he was caught. The Regent had pity on Miserow and rather than kill him sentenced him to work on a prison barge for the next twenty years. Miserow learned quickly that it was kill or be killed on the barge, and though it was rough at first eventually Miserow climbed his way up the ranks of the barge. Miserow also during this time learned the value of having others who were willing to either help you or showed trust. The Captain of the barge began to see Miserow as a threat, and he negotiated with The Regent to have Miserow sold into slavery. The Lord who bought Miserow saw him as a threat, because Miserow began to gain popularity and respect among the others. Rather just kill him, because then he would be a martyr the owner arranged for him to be trained as a Gladiator.

[Katelyn]

Doctore Luminia

Name: Ivanna "Ivy" Landis

Appearance:

Age: 23

Preferred Gladiator Form: Retiarius

Bio: Ivy grew up in southern Italy, her father a wealthy merchant and ruler of the people in their small province of Sanya-del. She was raised to be a lady, proper and well mannered, her only interaction with other children was through various festivals her father put on in the towns square twice a year. She was, however, very perceptive and loved to spar more than anything, the older boys in town often meeting at the edge of the village forest to draw sticks and see who would reign supreme. Having gotten herself a nasty bruise or a deep cut a time or two quickly taught her how to patch herself up, hold her emotions and cover up anything with a little paint and effort. She spent three years of her adolescence working hard to win the spot of King of the Forest through their various levels of fighting; however, the year before the Centurum Empire invaded she did just that.

Their country was always one to side with Centurum law, but through a series of unfortunate events their King found himself on the wrong side of the Emperors and therefore an enemy to the empire. The battle was much like her first sparring event, the Centurum much larger and greater in skill and number had laid waste to her village and her people, both of her parents loosing their lives in the event. She fought along side the young men of the village and killed twelve soldiers that day, her technique fascinating for the general to watch from a distance. When the time came to gather the best fighters up for inspection she was included, her response to the general was the lodging of spit in his handsome face. He decided to keep her for himself and train her to be the best retairuis fighter in Maro, the crowds wanting more of the blonde beauty and her unbendable spirit. She would be great and he would sell her only to one day reclaim his prize.

Info for Kate

Retiarius

The retiarius ("net fighter") developed in the early Augustan period. He carried a trident, a dagger, and a net. The retiarius wore a loincloth held in place by a wide belt and a larger arm guard (manica) extending to the shoulder and left side of the chest. He fought without the protection of a helmet. Occasionally a metal shoulder shield (galerus) was added to protect the neck and lower face. A tombstone found in Romania shows a retiarius holding a dagger with four spikes (each at the corner of a square guard) instead of the usual bladed dagger. This was previously thought to be an artistic invention or perhaps a ceremonial weapon, but a recent discovery of a gladiator graveyard found that several of the remains had four odd-looking marks that form the outline of a square on their bones which is consistent with the use of such a weapon.[citation needed] A variation to the normal combat was a retiarius facing two secutores at the same time. The retiarus stood on a bridge or raised platform with stairs and had a pile of fist-sized stones to throw at his adversaries. While the retarius tried to keep them at bay, the secutores tried to scale the structure to attack him. The platform, called a pons (bridge), may have been constructed over water.[22] Retiarii usually fought Secutores but sometimes fought Myrmillones.[23] There was an effeminate class of gladiator who fought as a retiarius tunicatus. They wore tunics to distinguish them from the usual retiarius, and were looked on as a social class even lower than infamia.[24][25]

[Katelyn]

Name: Claudia Esper

Appearance:

Age: 18

Preferred Gladiator Form: Dimachaerus

Bio: Claudia grew up with a sword in her hand due to her father being the general of Pompeii and him afforded no other children. She learned to utilize two swords when fighting and often was allowed to drawl her hair up high and cover her soft olive skin with mud and dirt to better fit in when a battle came to their door. She cared not for taking a life, but when it meant saving one of her people she was completely sold to give her all. The Centurum Empire enjoyed the fruits of Pompeii, the city having much to offer to its Emperors and council of patricians, but through word that reached the Emperors, the army itself was gaining to much power and could possible turn against the ones it served.

In an effort to remind the people of their place below the mighty foot of the council of patricians, the guards of the Empire moved through the city late one evening taking all of the first born children, both female and male and stripped them of their identity and rights - selling them into the gladiatorial games for sport. The city learned its lesson quickly and Claudia found herself in a place and time that far underscored the life she'd dreamt of. She would learn to be a gladiator and she would fight her way to the death simply because there was no other option, but when the time came, she would stop at nothing to regain her freedom and the right to return to her people and her father.

Info for Kate

Dimachaerus

The dimachaerus (Greek διμάχαιρος, "bearing two knives") used a sword in each hand.

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[SIngemeister]

Name: Tane Cacahau Anoaru (Taah-Ney Ka-ka-HOW Ah-no-ah-ru) - Big Man Whose Laugh Is Thunder Of Anoa.

Appearance:

He stands at 7'1", and is covered in tattoos.

Age: 27

Preferred Gladiator Form: Loriarium

Bio:
Born on Anoa Island in the Kapuiri island chain in the great western ocean, Tane was the son of the Chief-of-Warriors Raumhe under Grand Chief Hemipaura. Even from birth, he was huge, and as he reached his eighteenth year, he towered over even the naturally tall people of the island chain, giving him his first name. From youth he had been boisterous and jovial - quick to start a fight, but slow to truly anger - and a connoisseur of life's pleasures such as food, games, alcohol and women, his roars of happiness and his great booming laugh giving him his second name. He was also a great warrior, although he relied more on brute strength, size and intimidation than on any real skill. His weapon was a great warclub, a great oarlike bludgeon edged with chunks of sharp rock, obsidian and shark teeth, and he loved it more than life itself. With his warclub at his side, he proved his worth as a warrior against the tribesmen of the other islands in many a battle, eventually rising to the position of Chief-of-Warriors when his father died. With his great size, strength and noteworthy position, his confidence grew to the point of foolhardiness, and it is almost impossible to intimidate him.

Then, the legions came to his shores. Again and again, he and his warriors fell upon the soldiers of the empire, driving them back with their brute strength and joyous ferocity. But one day, as they celebrated another glorious battle and feasted, drank and whored, spies of the legion slipped into their fortified town and let in the soldiers. Too drunk or tired to fight, the warriors were clapped in irons and sent to work in mines or die in arenas or as curiosities. One of the centurions, however, recognised Tane for his great size, bought him as a slave and sent him to the ludus of Dominus Canis Borell, most likely hoping to win some money.

For all that he has been through, slavery has not dulled his spirits. Tane took to learning what Centurum he could, so that he could joke and laugh with his new owners and with his fellow slaves as he could with his countrymen - despite obvious flaws in this idea. Although he misses the baser things in life, the soldiers have told him that those who succeed in the ludus are often rewarded with food and drink and all the whores that you can eat, a thought that keeps him going no matter what.

[Wired]

Name: Cynbel (Kin-Bul)

Gender: Male

Age: 26

Height: 5'11

Weight: 195lb

Preferred Gladiator Form: Thraex

Bio: Cynbel was born in Britain and raised a warrior Celt. From a young age he took to life joyfully, soon growing prideful of his people and culture. Where Cynbel really flourished was tribal warfare, he loved the excitement, renown and prizes that often spawned from his peoples victories and soon lived only to further his clans way of life. That's not to say he was a brute though, he loved his people as a whole, it was simply that them trying to destroy and gain advantage on one another was a part of who they were. A part that for a long while Cynbel loved. When the Empire invaded Britain Cynbel took tremendous joy in seeing his people unite, and felt tremendous pain as they were slowly crushed under the Empires legion.

He fought for as long as he could, being injured more than once whilst doing so but eventually he and his raiding party fell. He looked up at the soldier, ready to die. He wasn't killed though, only knocked unconscious. When he awoke he was on a Legion ship, bound and headed directly to Maro to be sold. Despite looking for every opportunity to break free and join his people in the afterlife by way of fighting Cynbel just didn't find chance and was soon lined up for selling with many other slaves. Early one morning a man came by; Canis Borrel. He looked over the slaves, looking each in the eyes in a way that made Cynbel believe he could stare through them into the soul. Whether it was the obvious battle scars or the anger and hate burning in his eyes Cynbel was purchased for some reason, a reason he does not care to know as of yet.

[Nyxella]

Name:
Nairi

Age:
20

Preferred Gladiator Form:
Thraex

Bio:

Born in captivity to an unwilling mother and an unknown father, she was no different from the many ‘high-maintenance mistakes’ running around at the villa, or so the matronly attendants thought. When her words came, they were as strong as the legs that carried her not nine months from leaving the womb. Rather than remark at the girl’s growth and fine form, those around her made sure she never forgot about the filth in her blood and the foreign taint that attributed to her temper. It was often said that her spirit was meant for a different body, the way she played and fought with the local boys. As she blossomed into her adolescence, her trade value became increasingly apparent, however, she was too unruly and was shipped off to the barbaric West to be sold into slavery there.

For years she was to be her broker’s bane, never straying from the selling block for more than a handful of hours. She refused to bow at the feet of a Dominus, spat at the thought of tending to a Domina, and reacted violently to any attempts to prime her for the line of work she looked more suited for. It became such a regular occurrence that the broker could almost predict when her escorts would lament their foul luck and return for their coin. Perhaps the only touch of fortune was that she healed quickly from whatever beatings her disobedience earned. Although, when her reputation became more commonly known, no amount of trade potential could save her from the pit once her market value plummeted. To regain what little coin he could, and to spite the problematic wench, the broker sold her at the lowest price to a newly established ludus. A death sentence would have been swift and kind.