Ascanius watched the mans hand tremble and felt a shiver of revulsion run through him. He couldn't even die like a real man. Shaking his head, with a grunt he lifted the spear from the sand. The crowds burst into rapturous roars and Ascanius slowly began to circle the man, his bright eyes trained on him, unwavering.
It didn't take long for him to find his opening. With a quick dart he held the spear high and without even blinking, brought the point down hard into the mans shoulder.
Blood poured from the wound and Ascanius stepped forward, bringing both hands onto the shaft as he discarded his shield. He eyed the man, bleeding, moments from the afterlife and grunted; "Gods have favour on you." Before he thrust the spear as hard as he could down, the blade piercing the mans heart.
The crowd's cheers were deafening.
Ascanius grinned as he strode into the streaming sunlight. The noise from the crowd echoed all around him, and they were all roaring for him. Whilst at first he had been peeved to learn he was facing a bloody prisoner, at the urging of his lanista he decided to look on the bright side. Namely, he'd be able to put the poor sod out of his misery and at least the crowds attentions weren't divided between two champions.
As the cries swelled, he cupped his ear and winked at the ladies whose faces he could make out.
He confidently moved to stand at the centre of the sands and with a grunt of exertion, thrust down his spear into the sand. He waited for his opponent to join him, a smirk on his face.
31 | June 41CE | Slave | Gladiator | Bisexual | Original | Chris Hemsworth
Personality & History
Ascanius is a man of many facets. To some, he is somewhat larger than life. He has a grin and a wink for most people, and largely an even temperament which would surprise most people given his reputation in the arena. Overall, he appears jovial, and a 'happy go lucky' man in public. His 10 years in Rome have calmed him down considerably, and whilst upon his arrival he flitted from owner to owner and was prone to violent outburst at the injustice of his enslavement, time has settled him and whilst he has a deep and ongoing resentment to those that would keep him in chains, he can largely keep this to himself and enjoy a drink (or more) with Romans. However, there are three clear sides to Ascanius. His happy go lucky public persona is the opposite of his arena character. When his life is on the line, he is ruthless. Whilst he isn't as fond of the pageantry of the arena as some of his contemporaries (and thus, isn't as favoured as them) his incredible skill as a gladiator is feared by those he faces. He will gladly maim and take life, and do so as a way to channel his fury. At night, however, the third side comes into play and he cannot remember the last time he had a solid sleep. He suffers deeply with night terrors - often remarked as amusing given his impressive physicality and seeming robustness. He is a deeply troubled man and the night terrors are only a part of this. He has routinely thought about taking his own life, although this comes in waves and at present he has less inclination. Overall, however you get to know Ascanius, there is no telling which side of him you'll meet.
Born and raised in a small village in Epirus, Ascanius (or Myrtilos as he was then known) had a good life as the only son of Adeler and Eydis - parents who had been desperately trying to conceive for years. His family worked the mountainous land, although unbeknownst to him, his father also dabbled in intrigue - stirring up insurrection across the region. Shortly after his 16th birthday he wed a girl, Suriya, from a neighbouring settlement and the two remained happy and content (if not a bit tumultuous, as his wife was no wilting wallflower). However, his life as he knew it changed shortly after he turned twenty when his wife fell pregnant and had a son, Gauti. Whilst naturally garrulous and boisterous, fatherhood tempered Myrtilos's spirits somewhat and he devoted a large portion of his time to caring for his family (much the amusement of his friends, who saw a great hulking man settle down quite comfortably into family life). Things, however, would not last. The beginning of 53CE saw the start of a war against the Romans, and one that would suck in everybody and everything Myrtilos held dear. His father would die in March of that year, and he himself - whilst against the war (largely content with his lot in life - despite Rome's influence) - would be brought into the conflict.
Small scale skirmishes would see his friends fall, and whilst he participated, he managed to survive with few injuries. However, in June as the campaign seemed lost, the Roman legions would begin ruthlessly suppressing any continued dissent. They came to the settlement and despite resistance, sacked it. Their homes were burnt, men fought and died and those that survived were enslaved. Myrtilos, despite a deep chest wound, would live and was packed into a transport with his wife, son and mother to pastures unknown. He would only find out weeks later they were headed to Rome and without fanfare, the family were separated. His wife's face as her son was taken from her arms, is a constant source of his nightmares - as is the image of her face as he was led away. He would later find out that she took her own life, the slave gossip mill never sleeping, and he feels a constant emptiness that he will never know whether it was through grief or pride that she committed her final act. Since his arrival in Rome, he's had no word of his son or mother and presume they were sold to households across the city or perhaps more further afield in Italia.
Given his build and stature, Myrtilos was sold to a farm to work the land but his continued temper and outbursts saw him returned again and again from those who bought him. He cycled through five or six owners; some farms, some families looking for muscle to protect them, but it never lasted. Eventually he was sold to the Ludus Dacius as a last resort in 69CE, and despite the odds, has proven an exceptionally capable gladiator. He has found the arena gives him a chance to release his pent him aggression and anger, and the brotherhood and camaraderie of his fellow slaves has given him a new sense of community that he's been lacking since he was taken from his home, all those years ago.
Parents - Adeler (father - deceased), Eydis (mother - whereabouts unknown)
Wife - Suriya (deceased)
Children - Gauti (son, whereabouts unknown)