He prayed to his ancestors and to the Gods of his Fathers. A part of him wondered if they even heard his prayers anymore. How else would he become a slave? Basir grinned to himself, happy and eager. His hair long and braided. Made to look like the Parthians that Rome continued to have a mixed relationship with. He didn't mind. He was more than happy to play the role needed of him. Basir walked towards the horse he had been paired with, trained with and he had long learned not to get too attached to any of them. Still... he liked this fellow.
Basir mounted, patted the brown neck of the horse and a javelin was placed in his hand along with a bow. He didn't have many arrows placed in his quiver, each of them needed to count. He cantered the horse around the arena, screaming and baring his teeth as the crowd both cheered and booed him.
He recognised his opponent, yet did not know him well.
He rode close and looked up to await the opening of their match.
OOC: RL got crazy.
Basir 'The Bloody'
27 | 10 June 47AD | Slave - Sagittarius | Gladiator | Pansexual | Original | Bahram Radan
Personality & History
Basir's parents were taken in one of the in conflicts with Parthia. However, in truth, much of the family origin stories are unknown and likely fabricated due to his gladiatorial persona. He often plays the 'villain' in the gladiatorial conflicts, relishes in the role of the enemy of Rome and enjoys the role he plays. In the arena, he puts on a good show for the audience and plays every inch of the villain. Outside the arena, Basir is a relatively mellow person and has an easy smile on his face.
His training began when he would help warm up the Dominus' horses. He could have ended up working as a charioteer for one of the teams yet the Gods had different plans for him.
EVENT FOR: Gladiatorial games.