Manawyddan felt fear but that was only natural for a man. Somehow it was welcomed. He was crouched sitting down, holding his weapon, he fiddled with it. Just the night before, he’d been offering others words of comfort, even if death was at their doorstep and there was no changing that. Manawyddan hoped it was his time. As soon as he heard the announcement for his entrance, he headed into the arena. All around, in the beaming, bright sun of Rome, he could see the crowds cheering loudly, their voices ripping at his ear drums. The sun bore down and he squinted.
Before him was a young, fair-haired man. He’d have been a little older than his son. When the man gave him a nod, Manawyddan offered a smile and a nod in return. Manawyddan was trained to kill but he was no killer. He’d make it quick for the other man, if his gods chose for his life to end that day. Manawyddan closed his eyes and began to mutter under his breath, praying to his gods. For him and the other man. Taking a deep breath, exhaling to release his nerves, he opened his eyes and the crowds were seen again. Contorted, rowdy, and animalistic.
He had to remember, his gods brought him here for a reason.
54 | Winter 20 | Traex | Gladiator | Bisexual | Original | Simon Merells
Personality & History
Manawyddan is a mediator. He’s empathetic, cautious, and careful. He’s reserved so you won’t find him picking petty fights or bickering with the other gladiators, instead you might find him chuckling to the side or trying to stop them from killing each other before actually killing each other. He’s the voice of reason, even if his advice sometimes falls on deaf ears. He’s clever, coming up with creative ideas and plans. If he wasn’t a gladiator and life was different for him, he’d have been like Odysseus.
He tends to gravitate towards those who are fearful of death, trying to calm them before going into the pits to die or get maimed beyond recognition (especially the younger ones). He too fears death because of its uncertainty but on the other hand, he hopes to embrace it to reunite with his family. Life exhausts him.
Manawyddan was once a lorekeeper and of a priestly caste from a Celtic tribe (Ordovice), coming across as over-zealous. He was captured by the Romans and was recently taken to Rome to become a gladiator. Since being a gladiator, he’s gotten injuries and as a result, has scars throughout his body. Being a religious man, he believes that his gods brought him to Rome for a reason and that reason was to die. He longs to die, especially after all the pain he’s faced before and after his capture and enslavement.
Wife: – Creuddylad, a priestess (deceased)
Son: Manawyddan – (deceased)