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  1. 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. @Atrice @Gothic
  2. Brian~ staying ~ keeping: Apollodorus, Appius Cornelius Scipio, Basir the Bloody, Gaius Fabius Maximus, Lucius Caecilius Metellus, Titus Justinius Cancius Phiscerus. dropping: Vergillus (deceased)
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    I should be back now. I am working on catching up with replies. Thank you for understanding.
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    I am going to be absent from the site for at least another week. This includes the three I made for the event (sorry Goths) and for my other characters. Sorry, all.
  5. "The city, always." What is your favourite time of day?
  6. He didn't want this conversation to end. Ask her uncles? Sure, he knew them quite well. However, he did not particularly want to ask them about a gladiatrix slave in the service of a Roman princess. Still.... it raised many questions that he was only too happy to ask. Lucius noticed she didn't immediately say no. He shrugged a little, listened and supposed that he could realistically afford something better. "Oh, please ask her and perhaps there is a chance that I will see you again," He answered, and wondered how he could run into her around Rome. Lucius lifted his cup and gave her a toast. This time he did not block her path and try to stop her. Lucius had already cooked up a plan in order to get the pair of them to meet once more. Cynane could not write.... but... her Domina certainly could. "Farewell, beautiful Amazon...… I will see you again." -finished- @Atrice
  7. Titus listened. He wondered which of the gangs that Marcus paid for protection. Mandatum or Apolloni were two of the most likely candidates. It was hard to tell which. He sat down on the comfortable chair, made himself comfortable and lifted his chin to expose his neck to the barber. The scent of lemon and almond oil filled his nostrils, strangely it brought up memories of Numeria, his lover. "I am interested in knowing businesses that I plan to frequent more regularly. Your place has come highly recommended." He answered, his hands rested on his lap and were gently folded. The fingertips crossed and idly tapped against each other while he waited for Marcus Barbatius to begin his line of work. Either way, it was still quite impressive to see an establishment lasting six years in Rome. "Forgive me, we have not yet been introduced," He said, extended his hand. "I am Titus Justinius Canicus Phiscerus," Titus introduced himself. There was a chance that Marcus would know him for the association with the Ludus Dacicus or through the illegal dealings with the Lupii of Roma. @Atrice
  8. CAIUS VERGILLUS. 28 | 2 Feb 46AD | Pleb now prisoner | Former soldier | Hetero | Original | Personality & History Caius stole items when he attempted to desert the legions and unfortunately for him he ended up being caught when he attempted to return to Capua. Family Parents: Caius Vergillus x Pappina Acosta Sister: Caia Vergilla EVENT FOR: Gladiatorial games.
  9. 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. Family Parents: Unknown Siblings: Unknown. EVENT FOR: Gladiatorial games.
  10. Free wine. It was the best thing about any party. He lifted his own and clicked hers before taking a sip of the liquid. Lucius chuckled, shrugged and knew he couldn't answer about the opinions that others had of him. He figured if some of them hated him he would be on borrowed time anyway, and there was no point in worrying about it. No doubt he had his own allies, friends, and people who would have been happy to see his family crumble. "No matter what someone's political allegiance or my own personal feelings, it is important to remain polite at all times." He answered. It was something both of his parents routinely drilled into his head, and, it was something he had tried to do with his own son. Thus far, Lucius Minor knew to behave. At least around his father. @Sydney
  11. Apollodorus 22 | 7 March52AD | Slave | Gladiator - Cestus | Pansexual | Original | Hafþór Júlíus Björnsson Personality & History Apollodorus is the son of a gladiator and one of the household slaves. He grew up in servitude and considers it to be the norm. When he was a boy he got into a fight with another of the household slave boys. He had a vicious right hook and sent the other boy flying. He was flogged for his bad behaviour yet the Dominus saw fighting ability in him - along with the potential to earn coin through his winnings. When he matured he was placed in training at the Ludus and struggled at first to cope with the change of pace. Apollodorus was trained to be a cestus, a boxer style of gladiator and he hated the minimal amount of armour he was forced to wear. He gained the mark of the gladiator, and has already survived bouts. Family Herakles x Caecilia (household slave) Other siblings on either side of the family. EVENT FOR: Gladiatorial games. @Gothic
  12. The Dacians and Dacia had been taken many years ago. But there were always issues with them. The Britons, on the other hand, were quite easy to attain and his top lip lifted with amusement at the Legionary's joke. Many men thought they were immortal until they began gladiatorial training. It was only then that they began to realise that they were mortal. His second-in-command stopped and turned back before he gave a nod of approval. Each of the potentials meeting his preliminary standard. The harsh training would likely decide who would survive, and who would not. "You may go, wine and food has been left for you both," Titus answered. The offer was not needed. It was wise to keep relative peace with the urban cohort of the city. It would make his illegal operations run much more smoothly. Although he rarely, if ever, had any issues when it came to that area. "Doctore!" He called out, and the glistened veteran of many combats approached to view the men. "Dominus, Sir," Quintus greeted his superiors before he turned towards the men. Titus, since his staff were present, was content to permit them to show them whether the candidates would be suitable or not. There were upcoming games, and he was required to send both experienced veterans and new recruits coming up soon. Once the guards were out of the area. The gates were locked. Secured them inside. On Quintus' belt was the sharp whip that would remind the slave's of their station. Titus had to beat the Ludus Magnus. He had to. "Maggots!" Quintus roared, even for Titus, Quintus was particularly crude in his mannerisms and behaviour. Still, he got the job done -- and done right. "If some of you prove yourselves worthy. You will become gladiators and become something better! If not, you will die the worthless scum you are!" Quintus called out. The other gladiators of the Ludus jeered, calling out a variety of threats, curses and mockery towards the men who were not yet their brothers. @Polarity
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