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Aodh fumed as he looked at the Barbarian. How could he get away with doing this to his slaves and not have any bodyguards to make sure the slaves he was abusing didn't fight back? He didn't understand it. He wasn't going to allow it to go on and he couldn't believe the Barbarian said he would let him live if he allowed him to finish what he was writing.
"What do you plan on writing on me?" He asked, obviously very angry. He wanted to say more, that the Barbarian was out of his mind for thinking he could get away with this without some kind of reaction. And as he looked at his master, he noticed no understanding of that whatsoever. He was serious. Either Aodh - Germanus the slave - was going to allow his master to actually write something on him, or he would die. He decided to try to keep the man talking and make him think he was deciding on whether to allow him to carve more letters into his flesh. Meanwhile, he would try to figure out what he was going to do to the wretch and how he was going to get out of there alive.
Aodh was planning on kneeing the Barbarian in his groin when he came close to him. He didn't expect the bastard to go behind him. He thought about trying to kick him in the groin behind him, but then he couldn't be sure he would get him. He also might kick himself in the groin instead, Aodh thought. At first, the barbarian's finger moving on the back of his neck was cold. But Aodh liked it and felt himself become hard. He tried to figure out what he was doing with his finger but couldn't. Then he felt the stabbing of the blade in the lower part of his neck. The barbarian unknowingly helped Aodh by being behind him, so he didn't see the slight grimace upon his face at first. It was gone in an instant. Was the bastard writing on him? What the hell was he writing? As soon as he stopped, Aodh turned around and punched the bastard in his face. This was too much. He didn't care if he died, the bastard was going too far!
"What the hell are you doing to me?" Aodh shouted at the man.
Having not found a blade of any kind, Aodh turned around as he heard his master speak. Lies? Aodh only wanted to help his fellow slaves by admitting blame of breaking the vase himself. He never imagined the foolish barbarian wouldn't be able to find it. How was that possible? He would've looked for it but he was ordered into the chamber. He had no choice really but go. As he removed his tunic, he imagined what he would do once the Barbarian came close enough to him. He wondered how much the Barbarian liked pain himself. He enjoyed giving others pain, but Aodh wondered if he could take it half as well as he was able to take it. Probably not, he thought. Most of them couldn't. Come on, Aodh thought as he stared at the Barbarian. Come closer to me. Come to me and cut me. Then we'll have some real fun!
Aodh fought his temptation to fight with the Barbarian for digging his fingers into his arm. He wanted to beat him to death with his own fucking arm. If he was able to find a knife, he would hide it and show his master how to cut somebody for real, he thought. As his master let him go, he went into the chamber. As he was looking for a blade of some sort, his master walked in.
Aodh tried to make it a game of withstanding pain and that was what kept him from fighting with the Barbarian. But he was losing his patience with him. He wondered how long it would take for him to strike back at him. And then of course, what would happen to him after that. Masters could kill their slaves and Aodh had heard that the Barbarian wasn't one to keep slaves for too long. He would have to see what happened then. Why didn't the slaves rise up against the sadistic bastard? Why didn't they complain to somebody about him? Was there anyone they could complain to? Perhaps Aodh hit on another point that would keep him alive for a little longer. He wanted to see what the Barbarian had in mind for him now.
Besides, he was amazing in bed! That does matter to a slave, believe it or not.
[OOC Note: So sorry this is a week late. I'll try to be better in the future.]
Aodh really wanted to fight with his master. How dare he take his arm and pull him to a room? He really had to fight his temptation to fight him. However, he might be able to trip him up a little. Call it an accident. The Barbarian was already angry. He was also a foolish man, Aodh considered. As they entered the sitting area, Aodh desperately fought the temptation to trip the Barbarian. If only they could fight each other, without the master killing the slave. Aodh was sure he would give him a very good fight. Perhaps even kill him. Something that had entered his dreams some nights, as a matter of fact.
"It was last night," Aodh explained. "I was tired and I don't remember. I'm sure I cleaned up the mess. It would be in the trash, Master." Inside, he was thinking, if I was lying what? More torture? You haven't hurt me really yet. I'm sure you're incapable of hurting me. So try your worse. Pig! None of this was out loud of course, he wasn't that stupid.
Aodh looked at Marcus, searching for any hint of the anger he must have in him. Was it going to be a very painful punishment he wanted to give him, or was it not? Aodh wondered. He thought he heard annoyance in his master’s voice. That was good.
“It was in the living room, I believe.” Aodh said. He wanted to annoy his master and he hoped the “I believe” at the end would do the trick. Aodh was having extremely dangerous fun annoying his master, the Barbarian. But then he was so easy to annoy. “Yes Master, I know.” Aodh said, definitely with a smirk on his face and a strange tone he hoped the Barbarian would catch. He wondered where on his body the Barbarian would cut him. Would it be in his chest or arms or somewhere else? It would also tell him just how annoyed he was. He couldn’t really cut him too deeply if he cut Aodh in his chest, but he could cut him very deeply if he cut his arms.
Aodh was not surprised at all that the Barbarian was muscular. He was still young, and, as far as Aodh was concerned, very handsome. He actually liked going to bed with him the few times they did. He enjoyed caressing the Barbarian’s muscular abs. The Barbarian was as good in bed as he was with a knife. Aodh actually began to like his master, much to his trepidation. He still despised his sadistic whims, however.
As soon as the Barbarian entered the room, Aodh realized he was annoyed with him. As his master had told him, masters were supposed to summon their slaves, the slave was not supposed to summon their master. But he merely asked to see him. He didn’t see what was wrong with that.
“My apologies, Master.” Aodh said, showing him total respect. “I wished to see you because had you found out another way, you might have punished the other slaves and it’s not their fault. It is mine. I have trouble walking as you must have noticed when you bought me. I ended up stumbling into a table and broke your light blue vase. I wish your forgiveness, Master.” And know you have no concept of the meaning of the word, thought Aodh to himself.
Aodh had no idea how much the vase was worth, he hoped it wasn’t too expensive that his life was now forfeit. But he knew that the Barbarian wouldn’t be happy by its destruction. And whenever the Barbarian was unhappy, someone usually got hurt. And that was why he decided to sacrifice himself to the pain the Barbarian would decide to inflict upon him for such a transgression. He was strangely getting used to the pain inflicted by a knife.
Aodh had been a slave to his new master for just a month. He never accepted being a slave and certainly never accepted his name Germanus, which was given to him by a rather ignorant and uncaring slave trader. He was and would always be Aodh Fylani of the Arnati tribe in Germania.
His first master punished Aodh for his own wife’s transgression by killing Aodh’s mother. His second master flogged him the first time he attempted to escape him and broke his right leg the second time. The worst punishment for Aodh was his mother’s murder. Flogging hurt, but in a weird way you learned the flogger’s rhythm. It hurt but he bore the pain. It hurt more than the broken leg. He walked now with a limp, but it wasn’t due to any pain he felt. It was due to the leg having been set incorrectly, making it a little shorter than the left leg.
Now, his current and third master, the Barbarian – as Aodh thought of him – was a bona fide sadist who liked to cut his victims, er his slaves, whenever they angered him. At first, the sting from the Barbarian’s blade being inserted into his flesh bothered Aodh. But he was able to bear the pain. So much so in fact that when anything went wrong in the household, Aodh took the blame for it. He felt he had to protect the other slaves from their master's sadistic whims.
And he was about to do it again. Someone – Aodh knew not who – had broken a vase. Aodh requested to see the master to confess to doing it. He had tried to come up with some stupid story, thinking the dumber it was the worse the punishment the Barbarian would give him. Aodh had scars on his chest from the cuts he received from the Barbarian when he first arrived. You can’t cut deeply into a person’s chest due to the bone underneath. The wounds on Aodh’s arms were deeper and one or two had yet to fully heal.
There seemed to be an ongoing rivalry between the Barbarian and Aodh. The former would try to hurt the latter and the latter would try to bear the pain as much as possible and not show that it bothered him. And by doing so, not allow the Barbarian to quite enjoy his sadistic hobby as much as he might like.
· 19 | 16 January 56CE | Slave | Slave | Homosexual | Wanted | Adrian Sotiris
· Aodh Fylani doesn’t accept being a slave very easily and is very stubborn in his pursuit of his freedom. He was a member of the Anarti tribe in Germania before he was captured by the Romans and sold into slavery. Just because the slave trader changed his name to Germanus does not mean he still thinks of himself as anything but Aodh Fylani of the Anarti tribe. Anarti means “not servants,” or “not slaves,” so that explains his rebellious nature, besides the fact that no man likes to be enslaved.
· Aodh has a very high threshold for pain and often tests it by going against his owner’s wishes. He faints at the sight of blood. This isn’t known yet to him or anyone else, but it has kept him alive so far as his masters believe his fainting spells are his succumbing to the pain they inflict on him.
· While Aodh is set on gaining his freedom, his limp is a reminder of what can happen if he angers his master. The scarring on his arms and chest are also reminders. He has relented to play along, to gain his master’s trust until such time as he can escape. He will try to answer to the name his captors gave him, Germanus, but will no doubt fail on the first attempts.
· Aodh is outwardly a nice, helpful, amiable person. As a slave, he takes orders apparently fine but inside he seethes with anger and hatred. He is friendly enough to other slaves but wary that they might tell of his plans of escaping, so he trusts none of them with his plans.
· Traits: Stubborn, deceitful, honest, nice, kind, helpful, amiable, scheming, angry.
· He often prays to Belenos, the Celtic Sun God, who is also associated with horses, for his freedom and sings to him in prayer. He wants to keep his memory of his language and often ignores most attempts of learning Latin. His Latin isn’t very good because of this.
· Aodh often takes blame for something bad and takes the brunt of Marcus’ anger for it.
· Aodh is a classical handsome, muscular man who stands 5’9” and has short dark hair, hazel eyes, and a pale complexion.
· Because of his stubbornness, Aodh’s right leg was broken to keep him from running away a second time from his second master and wasn’t set correctly, so he limps a little on his right leg. He has only been with his third and current master, Marcus Barbatius, for a month, and already has injuries on his upper arms and his chest by him. Some injuries haven’t completely healed yet.
· Father: Naoghas Fylani (Killed fighting the Romans)
· Mother: Aithne Fylani (Murdered by the Romans)
· Siblings: Eion Fylani (Killed fighting the Romans)
· Spouse: None
· Children: A son, two and a half years old, unknown to Aodh. He was born to the wife of his first master three or four months after Aodh left their household.
· Extended family: None
· Other: His current master is Marcus Barbatius.
Aodh Fylani was born on 16 January 55CE to Naoghas and Aithne Fylani, members of the Anarti tribe in Germania. When the Romans took over Germania, Aodh's family became slaves. Aodh's father and brother were killed trying to fight against slavery but they were both killed. Aodh was renamed Germanus and his mother was name Germana by the slave trader who sold them to the same person. He never accepted Germanus as his name. Because he was only eleven, his master made him a house slave. His mother was put into the kitchen and Aodh washed the dishes and cleaned up. As he got older, he enjoyed working in the kitchen because he was able to eat some of the scraps the other slaves didn't want. His mother also gave him some food when she could. When he turned fourteen, he caught the eye of the master's wife because of his good looks and slim and muscular body.
When Aodh was sixteen, his master’s wife slept with him. He was very handsome and looked older. He was hoping it would help him get a better job within the household. Three or four months afterward, he left their household. The master realized he was finding favor with his wife and was afraid there was more to it. As punishment for his transgression, Aodh's master killed his mother in front of him. The only reason that his master did not kill Aodh was that he could get a handsome profit for him now that he was sixteen years old. Jealous, he sold Aodh to someone who would make his life a little harder. Six or seven months later, unknown to Aodh, his former master’s wife bore his son.
His second master was stricter with him and made him work harder than he did in the first household.
Aodh tried to escape two times from his second master. When Aodh first joined his second master's household, he tried to escape. When he was caught, he was flogged. Two years later, he tried to run away again. He was caught, his right leg was broken and was set incorrectly to keep him from running again. Because Aodh now limped on his right leg, he couldn't work as hard or fast as other slaves and his master decided to sell him. When he could find no one who would buy him, Aodh's master reluctantly sold him to a slave trader for a considerable loss.
On Aodh's nineteenth birthday, the slave trader sold him to Marcus Barbatius. The slave trader was able to negotiate a good price for Aodh that turned a halfway decent profit for him and satisfied Marcus’ renowned frugality. He might answer to Germanus, but he will never forget who he really is: Aodh Fylani of the Anarti tribe.
His new master is a sadist and Aodh likes to test his high threshold of pain. Is it a match made in heaven or hell? Time will only tell.
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