[OOC] Rome

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RomanAria said
.........................What.Just... What.

you know... History and stuff.

[RomanAria]

Enalais said
you know... History and stuff.

Riiight. And I'm Nero reincarnated.

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RomanAria said
Riiight. And I'm Nero reincarnated.

OOOO can i be Cicero?

[RomanAria]

Nuuu.... I actually want to be Livia. I get to be Livia. :D

[Whirlwind]

RomanAria said
Uh, clarinet, but only for the last four weeks... Everyone else has been playing their instrument for 5 years...

Just asking cause I play flute. Woodwind still though so that's cool ^_^

[RomanAria]

Sorry but I'm peer tutoring and up to my elbows in students and so I can't post now... Sorry.

[RomanAria]

Whirlwind... Just...



Uhh... Does anyone else want to play the gladiator? Pie or Enalais? I'm horrible at romance from a male's POV.

[Whirlwind]

PM'd you

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you are asking the wrong guy, I'm terrible at romance period.

[Whirlwind]

Enalais said
you are asking the wrong guy, I'm terrible at romance period.

It was a miscommunication. No need to worry about it :)

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roger roger.

[Marcus XVI]

Name: Marcus Cornelius Falco Minor
Age: 42
Nationality: Roman

Rank within nation: former Consul, lawyer, orator, former governor of Gallia Cisalppina, former Legate of Legio V Macedonica

For Roman commanders, which province are you stationed in? -

Appearance: Marcus Falco stands just below 6 feet, his arms and shoulders have obvious signs of a rigorous training regimen. From a first glance you could easily mistake him for just another ruffian from Subura. His dark brown hair is kept cut short and has noticeable streaks of gray and signs of balding on the temples. His large nose has been broken at least once. Falco's eyes are dark brown, but possess much colder glare than what is usually associated with that particular eyecolor. He is relatively handsome for his age - though the slightly jutting jaw and a permanent half smile giving scar on his left cheek mar his handsomeness to a degree.

Background: Marcus Falco was born to an already wealthy family - his grandfather had gained a fortune serving under Octavian - the future Emperor Augustus - the family's wealth was only grown by Marcus' father who was both a good tradesman and an excellent orator. Marcus himself spent his youth studying to become a lawyer and an orator like his father. Through the grace of being wealthy and extremely lucky Falco has gotten himself in to several very exquisite positions at a slightly younger age than what is common - for instance he gained the Grass Crown for saving the Legio V Macedonica from near certain destruction after it's original commander had been horribly wounded in an ambush, a feat which also gave him the privelige of becoming a Praetor at the remarkably young age of 31 - which was followed by consulship at 34.

Nowadays Falco has mostly confined himself to his villa outside Rome and quite rarely even accepts visitors - other than senators and other such high ranking officials. Though he does occasionally lend his knowledge of law and oratorial skills to someone in need - for remarkably low fees, sometimes even refusing payment all together.

Strengths, weaknesses, phobias, et cetera: Excellent knowledge of law, great orator, highly charismatic. Despite his strengths Falco is a very supersticious man and doesn't trust even his closest friends. Suffers from a rather severe case of claustrophobia and possesses a very short temper.

Ambition: To be remembered as a greater orator and lawyer than even Marcus Tullius Cicero.

[FinDragon]

Name: Amphion Sarkis

Age: 32

Nationality: TBR

Rank within nation: Mercenary Fleet Commander under the Roman Empire.

For Roman commanders, which province are you stationed in? -

Appearance: Amphion is towering 6'2 muscular yet agile man, he has just enough muscle to handle the sea, while keeping him able to move and react fast. He seems well tanned as expected from a man who spends most of his time at the seas. Along with his clothing, he always "wears" his weapon around his waist, a six feet long iron chain, large grappling hook ends the chain from one end, and iron axe the other one, it is truly something you do not expect to see every day. Both "ends" hang from small hooks on his belt while the rest of the chain helps keeping his trousers up, and provides small protection towards attacks to his lower regions.

Amphion's hair is dark brown just like his thick eyebrows and eyes that seem to glare deep into another man's(or woman's) soul and piercing right through it whenever he frowns., he has strong facial features that are usually covered up with red cloth mask, and red bandanna that keeps his hair in check and away from his eyes. Under the mask his face holds multiple small scars, and his left cheek holds a stigma, but it has been cut up and messed up well enough for nobody to be able to make heads or tails out of it. Unlike when he wears his mask, without it he actually looks like a gentle and quite kind man, if you can get over to the obvious battle scars everywhere.

His upper body is tattooed with two headed serpent from one fist to another, across his back and circling across his chest, just as if the serpent would have coiled around him, the rest of the serpent's body goes down along his spine and ends at his lower back. He usually wears reddish leather vest that's held wide open just as if challenging someone to strike right at it if they dare. There is also large scar crossing his entire stomach section, a wound that looks if not lethal, then very painful at the very least but everyone knows that a wound of that caliber could easily help a man to stay down for good.

His legs are covered with brown(yet quite bloodstained) trousers that reach right below his knees, leaving some skin bared before his firm leather boots that have been reinforced with steel rings to support his ankles better cover the rest up.

Background: He's a mercenary. That is all there is to know of him and his crew, they are all storm hardened sailors, the only thing that seems to be out of ordinary in his crew is that all of them seem to be more or less gladiators, thugs and criminals of sorts, and whenever a situation arises, he seeks to add more of the kind into his crew, it is either that or their punishment, rumors go that sometimes it has been under shady circumstances, but the new additions to his crew have been legally pardoed as long as they serve in his troops.

Strengths: Amphion is strong as an ox, and he seems fearless. He also seems to have a way to get people agree with him in certain situations.

Weaknesses: Amphion is quite a talkative person when intoxicated, he can easily slip out a secret or two when drunk, which leads to his love towards alcohol. Without someone keeping an eye out at him,it is easy for someone to get information out of him without really interrogating him at all. He is also easily bored. A day or two without him having anything to do will drive him anxious, and then he might do something that he'll regret later on.

Phobias: He is afraid that he might someday anger the God of the Sea. That's why he carries around a bag of gold dust, from which he sprinkles gold dust into the water as a sacrifice before taking off.

Ambition: Amphion's ambitions are unknown to anyone but him. And no amount of alcohol so far has managed to get him to spew them out to anyone to this day, or at least no one that has either spoke them out loud, or hasn't been able to do so.

[Lord Pie]

Okay here is the gladiator CS. I'll get working on a post asap, busy times as of late, but I have some time to spare today :)

A bit rushed but I hope the character will become more fleshed out as we go.

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Name:
Ansgar Corcoran

Age:
23

Nationality:
Celtic – Iceni

Rank within nation:
Roman Slave - Gladiator

Appearance:
Ansgar shares the same fiery red hair as his sister and parents, however his appears naturally darker in shade than that of his sisters. He has a powerful build, lithe and strong he appears quite formidable due to the daily training he has endured for the last twelve years of his life. His back bears numerous scars from both whipping and the occasional beating that he received as a ‘troublesome’ youth, however they are now healed and little more than reminders of his captivity. He has a strong and handsome face, or so he is told by his owner who has noticed that Ansgar is more than a little popular with the women who he encounters, his 'exotic' nature fuelling their desires.

Background
Taken as a slave during a raid on his village with his younger sister Ansgar was sold to a Ludi as a boy, shipped to Hispania Ulterior he initially was taken on as a errand boy, given numerous tasks to assist with the training and upkeep of the real gladiators. To begin with he struggled against his oppressors and did everything he could to resist or strike back against them, at least before a few severe beatings knocked that behaviour out of him. As he aged he grew in height and strength dramatically, and at the age of 14 he began his own gladiator training, severe and strict, but he soon came to realise that the path to his freedom was through the bloodied arena’s, through the grand colosseum in Rome. His first real fight to the death came at the age of 17, he defeated and decapitated a hulking Germanic brute, some captured chiefdom who had been expected to come away victorious, however Ansgar had surprised everyone with his raw speed and strength combined with a stunning technique. His owner, a man called Lentulus Batiatus had seen the opportunity then and there. He quickly made Ansgar his favoured fighter and after several more victories he decided that it was time to tour his property through Africa and eventually to Rome. It has taken quite some time but finally Ansgar was in sight of his possible freedom, though it seemed more likely he would die here, or so he thought.

After several battles in the arena it became clear that Ansgar was very popular, not only amongst the plebs of Rome but also the many Patrician families. His owner was in heaven, the gold flowing into his hands as the young Celt made him rich. One evening as Ansgar had finished drilling Lentulus had come to him, a huge grin upon his face and bottle of fine wine with a pair of mugs. He had proceeded to tell him that a very wealthy merchant had entered into negotiations with him to arrange the marriage of Ansgar to one of his daughters. He had explained that his next fight would be his last, and providing that he survived he would be granted with a rudis (wooden sword that represents his freedom) and then married to a young girl called Ateret. He would then be employed at the Ludus Magnus as a Gladiator trainer, the grandest and most prestigious Ludi in all of Rome as a ‘freeman’.

Strengths, weaknesses, phobias, et cetera:
Ansgar is a trained killer, not a soldier however he is best at fighting a single or small number of men as opposed to larger conflicts. He is pure muscle, having trained each day of his life for the last twelve years – having not a trace of softness or fat about his physique. Cold and calculating Ansgar has realised that life is nothing more than one long fight, one he is now determined to win despite his dire circumstances .

He is somewhat cold and distant compared to most, however this is a result of his upbringing as a gladiator. He can only read the more basic words and characters, and can only write his own name – both being skills that he has never needed or received any training in. He has forgotten much of his origin, including his native tongue and can now only speak a few basic phrases in Iceni.

That being said Ansgar still has much to learn, especially if granted his relative freedom it will take some time and effort for him to become a part of society, but he is never the less determined to do it.

He has an un-tapped depth, his situation never calling for him to expose his inner feelings. In fact quite the opposite, he has a wall guarding his inner-most fellings and appears most stoic to those he meets. Maybe if he wasn't facing death regularly he would be able to relax somewhat, but realistically it may take a determined person to make Ansgar more intimate.

Ambition:
Freedom, wealth, glory – but most of all he wants to be his own man. Beyond that he wants to experience life as much as he can.

[RomanAria]

All accepted. Welcome, Marcus and Fin! And Pie.

[RomanAria]

Alright, off to bed. See y'all in about 12 hours, cause I have swim practice... at 5:00 AM. *dies*

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Night.

[viktor]

Got room for another Legatus?

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Name: Kattell Bosser
Age: 32
Nationality: Celtic-Breton
Rank within nation: Slave
Appearance: Her fiery red hair has been cut to shoulder length, and she stares back at people with fierce blue eyes,she has snow white skin with the scars of battle and her previous masters adorn her back and arms, she calls them her war paint.
Background: Kattell had been a part of a Breton war band when it was ambushed by Romans, all of her party but three were killed, herself and two others, they were taken captive and brought back to Rome, where they were sold away into slavery there she found her way into a house hold, where she was totured and beaten among other things, but as luck would have it her masters were going poor and could no longer afford to keep her around, so the Noctura's bought her, and she lives much better with the Noctura's then she does any other family even though she could of bought her freedom long ago she stays with them because she owes them her life.

Strengths, weaknesses, phobias, et cetera:She is strong and a warrior and would gladly lay down her life to protect any of the Noctura's,shes also incredibly good with numbers, she fears being beaten again and as a result she doesn't trust strangers much, unless young master Noctura, says they can be trusted.
Ambition: To see Pentalius grow into a man and serve her life debt.

[RomanAria]

viktor said
Got room for another Legatus?

Always!