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Kettlebrick, disguised as Gangral, slipped back into the room just as the fight finished up. He scratched his ass and let out a might roar of laughter. He gave Alara a rough clap on the back. "Such fighting I have missed! Is little girl strong match for leather armor man?" He cracked his knuckles, longing to give the loli girl a good fisting into the grave at the next opportunity.
Gangral was devastated by his loss. Excusing himself from the training exercise, he hurried across the bustling city to the tavern they so often frequented. With every last scrap of coin he possessed, he drank. He drank. And he drank. And he drank some more. He could feel the weight of the world and the pressure of his life's failures crushing him beneath so much despair. The life that was taken away from him. The alcohol he used to try to patch the gaping holes in his life. The smiling little girl that had delivered the final, fatal blow to his state of mind.
In an angsty huff, Gangral stormed drunkenly out of the tavern with nothing but the clothes on his back. He removed those too. Rude and nude, he marched through the streets raving mad. After harassing the locals to his heart's content, he collapsed in a dark Roman alley, cold and helpless. He was not alone though. A dark cloaked figure soon approached him.
"What a sad sight we have here," said the shadowy figure. "What could possibly have brought a man such as yourself to such a pathetic state of affairs?"
Gangral vomited a bit and scratched his ass before bothering to reply. "The little girl! She has mocked Gangral! Made fool of him for all to see! Now I am but poor jester!" he lamented.
The dark figure laughed and pulled back his hood. He was a grimy looking man with a patchy beard and untidy eyebrows. The scent of old cheese and overwhelming failure wafted to Gangral's nostrils. "My name is Kettlebrick," said the man, "and I believe we're both after the same thing."
Gangral narrowed his eyes with deep suspicion. "And what is Kettlebrick and Gangral have in common?" he asked.
"Why, to put an end to the damnable loli once and for all!" roared Kettlebrick, his laughter causing him to shake gelatinously.
Gangral's eyes lit up and once. Perhaps there was some common ground between them. The enemy of his enemy was his friend, after all. "And what is it I can be doing for the helping?" he asked with a hellish grin and wild eyes.
"Son, I'll just be needing to borrow your face."
Gangral's face flashed briefly with confusion and then horror as Kettlebrick's dagger plunged into his heart. He had time for one muffled scream of terror as he died. Chuckling lightly to himself, Kettlebrick went about his business transforming Gangral's being into a convincing disguise. He emerged from the alley looking the spitting image of the man himself. A hearty Gangral-style laugh escaped him as he turned and made his way back to the gladiator school. A ruthless need for revenge burned deep in his loins.
In an angsty huff, Gangral stormed drunkenly out of the tavern with nothing but the clothes on his back. He removed those too. Rude and nude, he marched through the streets raving mad. After harassing the locals to his heart's content, he collapsed in a dark Roman alley, cold and helpless. He was not alone though. A dark cloaked figure soon approached him.
"What a sad sight we have here," said the shadowy figure. "What could possibly have brought a man such as yourself to such a pathetic state of affairs?"
Gangral vomited a bit and scratched his ass before bothering to reply. "The little girl! She has mocked Gangral! Made fool of him for all to see! Now I am but poor jester!" he lamented.
The dark figure laughed and pulled back his hood. He was a grimy looking man with a patchy beard and untidy eyebrows. The scent of old cheese and overwhelming failure wafted to Gangral's nostrils. "My name is Kettlebrick," said the man, "and I believe we're both after the same thing."
Gangral narrowed his eyes with deep suspicion. "And what is Kettlebrick and Gangral have in common?" he asked.
"Why, to put an end to the damnable loli once and for all!" roared Kettlebrick, his laughter causing him to shake gelatinously.
Gangral's eyes lit up and once. Perhaps there was some common ground between them. The enemy of his enemy was his friend, after all. "And what is it I can be doing for the helping?" he asked with a hellish grin and wild eyes.
"Son, I'll just be needing to borrow your face."
Gangral's face flashed briefly with confusion and then horror as Kettlebrick's dagger plunged into his heart. He had time for one muffled scream of terror as he died. Chuckling lightly to himself, Kettlebrick went about his business transforming Gangral's being into a convincing disguise. He emerged from the alley looking the spitting image of the man himself. A hearty Gangral-style laugh escaped him as he turned and made his way back to the gladiator school. A ruthless need for revenge burned deep in his loins.
The morning was young in the convoluted flashback, and Gangral had hardly begun to drink. He eyed the little girl and let loose a laugh. "Little whore girl! I am fighting you!" he said as he finished off a pitcher of wine and grabbed his shortsword. "Are you ready, little fawn? GANGRAL IS DELIVER SPANKING WITH SWORD!"
Gangral time?
Gangral couldn't decide if the Greek girl was speaking absolute gibberish or if he was just too drunk to comprehend anything anymore. He decided that it was probably both, grabbed another container of wine, and dumped it over his face. Some of it made it to his mouth, but most of it collected in the growing wine puddle beneath his feet. He turned his attention back to Urbi and Nathan entering the arena, particularly admiring Urbi's outfit. He looked back at Okeano.
"I am thinking you are needing the outfit as well!" Gangral jested with a hearty laugh. He playfully but roughly slugged Okeano on the shoulder as a goodnatured gesture.
"I am thinking you are needing the outfit as well!" Gangral jested with a hearty laugh. He playfully but roughly slugged Okeano on the shoulder as a goodnatured gesture.
Gangral perked up at the mention of wine. "Yes! With the drinking friends!" he said as he obnoxiously slumped into Urbi.
Gangral banged on the bars of the viewing room cheering, piss drunk. The fights always had him in high spirits, and mixed with booze, made him nearly insufferable. "Alara! Is put the man to his grave! BE THE BRAVE!" slurred Gangral in his broken Latin. He slammed against the bars again, teetered to one side, and collapsed laughing. The other gladiators drew back from his drunken shenanigans.
name: Gangral Toc
age: 22
gender: Male
nationality: Gaul
weapons: A shortsword and his mighty fist
work outside being a gladiator: Construction worker
Bio: Born and raised deep in the heart of Gaul, Gangral spent his youth plowing fields and village girls alike. Plowing from sunup to deep into the night left him in peak physical condition. When the wretched Roman legionaries rolled into his town to steal his pride and women, they were left impressed by Gangral's ability to crush their heads with his bare hands. Impressed enough to drag him kicking and screaming all the way back to Rome where he could be tossed into the pits. Now he fights in hope of someday recovering his farm and harem.
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