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Augustus Zephyr

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a character in “Apollo's Colosseum”, originally authored by cc.jones, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Full Name
Augustus Zephyr

Arena Title
The Undertaker

Birthday
March 21st

Age
Twenty-six [26]

Gender
Male

Team
White Knight

Class
Immediate Gladiator




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Height
6'3''

Weight
198lbs

Build
Athletic

Hair Color
Brown

Eye Color
Grey

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Augustus has his share of scars from rowdy fights that ended a little crazy, to actual fights he engaged in when he was younger trying to prove his worth. Many graze his back and chest, but there is a prominent one that runs along with left side of his sturdy jawline. Now that’s quite a story.

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Augustus can be quite the intimidating fellow when he stands at his full height and pulls back his broad shoulders. He is fairly well-built due to being active and having the need to keep himself put together. Working out is something the alpha prides himself in regularly, feeling that he has to be at the top of his game physically. He’s strong, despite the lean, not extremely bulk. The gladiator has a pair of eyes the color of the sky on a cloudless day, yet in his wolf state of being they are that of melted gold (in certain lighting).

For attire Augustus usually opts for comfort rather than to impress. He likes wearing a simple pair of jeans and a tee shirt. It’s much easier to navigate in and tug off when going to shift. He also likes wearing worn, plaid button-ups. When needed to dress up, this gladiator can do that just fine as well. Actually, he doesn’t look half bad in a suit, but don’t tell him that. He doesn’t need his ago stroked.





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{Supportive , Confident, Impatient, Loyal, Quick-Tempered}

Augustus tries to be supportive when it comes to whatever his teammates want to do- individually and as a whole. Their aspirations are important to him, he values them, and tries to help them achieve whatever it may be within reason. The feelings he felt in his past tend to leak over into present day situations. Not wanting others to feel the way he used to, he tends to be a little too gung-ho to help, sometimes to the point of completely overbearing; sort of like an eager, dorky dad trying to help his child with a science project, yet only to get in the way and leave his kid ultimately annoyed. Nonetheless, there is a point where Augustus knows he’s getting too smothering and will back off, leaving them to figure things out and get it done on their own. However, he’s always there to help when needed.

Like most people who are in certain areas of power, Augustus holds a certain confidence about him. Actually, his confidence dances on the borderline of plain cocky. He’s the next best gladiator, what do you honestly expect? The thing with confidence is, it can be a terrific trait to have or a completely dreadful one. With Augustus, it’s a little on the bi-polar side. For a positive, he is absolute in his ability to be a gladiator. He knows how to go about things, having grown up under his father’s strict hand, and is good enough to nudge pack things in the direction of running smoothly. As for the negative effects of his cocki- I mean, confidence. Augustus knows he’s a fairly attractive guy, and he uses it to his advantage. He tends to be a deadly flirt. Though, when girls come onto him strong he may become a bit finicky. Also, his confidence could lead him to getting hurt. He’s too sure of himself in fights and such, and tends to go into things thinking he has everything in the bag.

Ever heard the saying, “Patience is key?” Well, Augustus never received that key. He’s terrible in that aspect, to be frank. Having to wait around for something to happen grates on the gladiators nerves. If he asks a question, he’d prefer it answered then and there, and if you’re supposed to meet him at a certain time you better be there when you say you’re going to be. He’s not extremely unreasonable, he just hates his time wasted, especially when it comes to petty matters. Plus, being the only man on his team, he has a lot of things to do and get done. Time spent not doing those things is time misused, in his eyes.

Behind the gruff layers of Augustus there is more than one good thing about him, believe it or not. He is a fiercely loyal man, a very gladiator-ish trait. His team comes first before anyone else. It’s been that way for a long time and he doesn't plan on changing it. He’d defend all of them with everything he has, until his last breath. Think of a hen, a pissed off hen who flogs everyone who tries to get near her chicks. Okay, maybe that’s the wrong example since Augustus is a 6’3”, full-grown man, but you get the idea. Don’t hurt them and he’ll return the favor and not hurt you. He just wants everyone safe. Safe and sound and somewhere close where he can keep his eyes on them. Is that too much to ask?

Like stated above, the gladiator is pretty quick-tempered. This is another trait he can thank the werewolf lineage for, and his father, naturally. His dad was always quick to anger, and in turn Augustus is as well. However, he’s really trying hard to rein this in. His father is the last person he wants to be like, and when compared to him he gets a rather horrified expression on his face. Alas, it’s easier said than done. When someone flips his switch to “enraged” he likes to stalk off and be by himself. That’s when he tends to turn to working out, pushing himself to work out the anger. Although, there are times when Augustus will explode. And, just for fair warning, no one wants to really see that. He tends to say things he doesn't mean and hurt feelings. He feels bad afterward, of course, tending to find the person he hurt and try to suck up, bribing them with things he knows they like. Tears are the man’s almost kryptonite. He crumbles like a house of cards if someone starts crying in front of him.




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So begins...

Augustus Zephyr's Story

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Character Portrait: Lelah Piaget Character Portrait: Rook Palmer Character Portrait: The White Knight Character Portrait: Beatrix Phoenix Character Portrait: Augustus Zephyr Character Portrait: Lucille Anthony Archer Character Portrait: Q Alterix Character Portrait: Knight of Apollo
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Chapter 1
The Day Before Dawn



The White Knight









Kadir Zinc stood as he studied with attention as he studied Lelah Piaget's every move, he had to, and he knew it. For practice put in today would reveal in the performance tomorrow. But Kadir would not be fond to call a slaughter, performance, no a performance is a show, and no matter how famed the matches were, Kadir would never be one to see death as a means of entertainment. And Kadir also would never take today's training light, especially in Lelah's perspective. Kadir was being difficult today, but that was only because he bore mountains of pressure against his shoulders, and he was not going to set her up for failure, because he knew what the prize was for a loser in Apollo's Colosseum, Adelina showed him that.

And Kadir cared about Lelah, though he really did just meet her the day before. But why? She of course reminded him heavily of his own daughter, so much hope, and the hunger for adrenaline inside of her. Kadir could tell Lelah wanted the rush and excitement of being a gladiator, it was the reason why she joined him. And Kadir just could not say no, though he found many flaws with her techniques, he knew she would continue with her life, Kadir just did not want to know how many matches it would take to finally end it, and he did not want that to happen for the young girl.

"No, that's going to get you killed, Lelah," Kadir instructed her. "You're form is too jumpy, and attacks, unpredictable to the point of insanity. It is good strike at your character's off-guard moments, but with moves that random you might be only hurting yourself. You need a more organized method of fighting, and... slow things down, you’re getting to ahead of yourself not executing critical hits." Kadir was working with her on close-combat, and so far he was winning, of course. He gave her his hand to pull her off the ground he knocked her to.

Kadir glanced at the clock against the wall of the room, he needed to make a phone call, Kadir was getting doubtful that she was coming. "Listen, Lelah, keep practicing I have to step out-- Here, I have someone you need to meet. I was going to introduce after practice, but here, he can help, he's good at that."

Kadir rushed to the target practicing room where he found Augustus Zephyr, "August, you remember the rookie I dueled yesterday, Lelah Piaget, also known as Skuld Well, she's in the team, and I want you train with her while I step out and make some contacts." Kadir now in a whisper, because Kadir didn't want Lelah to get offended, "Go easy on her, remember she's a rookie, not like you, and an amateur, to tell the truth." Kadir started to walk away but stopped, turning another to say one last thing, "Oh and, don't hurt her, I mean it, she has to be ready for tomorrow's match. Walk her through some of your moves, maybe. Just not a scratch."

Kadir dialed his phone for Lucy, she was the only teammate missing, he was afraid she was never going to show up until a "woosh" swept the streets and in she came and arrived in a heartbeat. She was not called, Lighting Lucy for no reason. "I was almost afraid you would never come," Kadir confessed, because really there was not much purpose for her to come to the gym other than to greet the other fellow teammates, because like the bot battler, they would not belong in a building for gladiators, but Kaidr knew if they were going to work like a team then they had to start by getting to know each other. "You wouldn't ever miss out on meeting some new friendly faces, would you?" Kadir spoke scarcastically, which was as rare thing he did, but it was true, and Lucy knew it, she was never the one to be sympathetic to others, she was selfish, and greedy. She would have not even joined the team if Kadir did not press her to feel as if she had a debt to repay him. But if we are going to work like a team, we have to be able to trust each other. United we rise, divided we fall. Are you willing to do that, Lucy?"





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Bullet after bullet Beatrix hammered through the dummies' skull. Beatrix was a legend in the making, and she knew it. Like all the other champions chosen by Apollo to competing in his little game, she was undefeated, but what made her special what that she never missed, her accuracy was golden, especially to a blind woman. Skills so perfected, she grew boredom from practice, and often abandoned it after the continuous streak of head shots became monotonous. She enclosed her guns into the hostlers strapped to her pants before marching over to the pull-up bar where she then concreted on her upper-body strength.

As she hoisted herself up the bar, constantly strengthening her arm muscles. She felt a roll of sweat form as she was working out, giving it all she got, as she fiercely stormed her body over the pole. She pushed harder and harder as she repeatedly thought of her sister Lily, and her power-hungry bastard of a step-father. Thinking of Bentley just formed a burning inferno within that never stopped to cease to surround her ever being. This, is what she assumed that caused all the grumpiness and fur inside of her, she let her mind wander into the dark and sufferable of her life. She was going to fight like hell before letting that man even lay a finger on that girl.

And after Beatrix had worked out her body and skills, she decided it was time for a drink. Well, she always had a strong liking for all alcohol in general. She had already been training in Apollo's VIP training grounds, he reserved it entirely for his teammates. Funny how he referred to them as teammates, a team he had no part in other than to watch their, his opponents crumble in defeat. He could have had the White Knight dead by now if so really wished, but no Apollo wanted the cash to start flowing. There would be crowds wanting to see the returning legend fight, but who can blame them the White Knight has been missing for five years, and all of sudden he returned. But as for Beatrix she made her way to the lounge where she would find herself a seat at the bar.

As Beatrix was dumping another shot in, she sensed and heard footsteps entering the room. Beatrix was always very sensitive to people's footsteps, entirely because she was blind and that was one of the ways she could identify a person, it was Rook Palmer, she could tell, she already knew about the rook who was doing his best to rise in the ranks, for the glory and fame. But Beatrix hated how he was too cocky, too confident, and too proud. And she would be deeply angry with him if he lost the match tomorrow, she could not allow team White Knight to gain a single point. She could not allow them to win, Apollo would kill them, or worse, sell them into slavery. And Beatrix knew she had to be there for Lily. So noticing Rook was in the lounge rather did annoy her, believing that he should be practicing and not in the lounge where the main goal in a lounge is to relax.

But she remained silent knowing that she already has plenty of enemies and doesn’t need to create anymore, especially with her own teammates. Though she has heard of Rook, believe it or not, the rookie has raised some eyebrows, but he was not picked by Apollo for nothing. And Beatrix knows he looks to talk, he was a charismatic fellow, and she was more of a quiet girl. She just hoped he was not coming around to make a conversation or anything.

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Lucille "Lucy" Archer

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Lucy stretched her ankles, rotating them slowly as she prepped herself for the run that would take place. She'd warmed up with some light jogging beforehand but here would separate the good racers and the great ones. Unlike most racers Lucy took pride in her personal fitness more than that of her machine, keeping light as light on her feet as her vehicle did on its wheels. Granted, she didn't train with anyone else around (she disliked the "other people" aspect of the gym) but because Apollo reserved certain areas only for his team she had to make due with what was given. That meant taking on the role of the cocky bitch who allegedly outraced the vehicles of others even if it wasn't true. One could call her speed inhuman sure, but she relied on her rust bucket like everyone else.

After the run she showered and went back to the racer's garage, deciding to tune up her vehicle. She heard whispers of other gladiators: half on the astonishment that she dare showed her arms and half on the upcoming competition. Indeed, she would be against Apollo's best and that meant she needed to live up to the hype that everyone created around the ever mysterious "Lightning Lucy." She hated the cheesy nickname and would have liked sticking with simply "Lucille" but supposed that it didn't roll off the tongue the same way. The fans wanted something recognizable yet enigmatic. That's why some still followed her. They wanted the chance to see her face.

Only one person in the arena had ever seen her face and currently he was ringing for her.

The White Knight.

She arrived in a split second, meeting his gaze with her visor. As usual, he rambled not about the important things but about the team and how important it was for her to be one with the team, trust them, all sorts of bullshit she'd learned in sports. While the words were nothing more than platitudes the concern was not without merit. Lucy knew as well as the others how selfish she could be so the speech acted as extra insurance (not that he needed any).

"You that I am a woman of principle," she replied, expression unreadable, "so long as I'm still handing reparations I have no reason to breed doubt."

She locked her vehicle and entered the gym, turning to her team's leader.

"I could even teach that rookie a thing or two given enough time."

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Lelah Piaget liked Kadir, it was probably more than like. She admired him and appreciated what he had done for her, if it wasn’t for his character she would most likely be dead by now. It was the first time she lost, probably because it was the first time she had participated against someone who was in a different league than her. She wasn’t surprised that she had lost that fight, but at that time she was surprised that she were still alive. What had surprised her even more was the fact that she had been allowed to join his team, but it made her feel glad, she wanted to give him something back for the fact that he hadn’t decided to kill her.

But even if Lelah thought so highly of Kadir she could still get slightly annoyed at him. Mainly because she was getting tired and therefor grumpy. She understood why he wanted her to train and she was thankful for him trying to help her. His directions did make her think through all she thought she knew, she herself didn’t think she was that bad. Mainly because she didn’t do close combat, it was something hard to practice by yourself. Sure, she had tried and looked closely on how others did it, but it was still not the same thing as training together with someone.

Being pushed down to the ground once again just made her feel even more grumpy, even if he told her what she had done wrong and tried to give her directions. But she was exhausted after being put through such prolonged training section. First she was thinking about no getting up at all, just lie there and stare up at the ceiling. Taking a small brake, but as he reached out his hand towards her she took it with a small sigh. Getting up again to just get knocked down again before she knew what was happening.

"Listen, Lelah, keep practicing I have to step out-- Here, I have someone you need to meet. I was going to introduce after practice, but here, he can help, he's good at that."

Lelah watched as Kadir left the room, she followed him but dragged her feet’s after her. Sure, it sounded great to get to know the other ones on the team but she wanted a break. She wanted one badly and it didn’t seem like she would be allowed to get one at all. Truthfully, she had a hard time figuring out why all this practice was necessary. It helped. But in the end, she needed to be rested tomorrow as well to be able to perform. If these people would push her all day there was no chance that she would be able to participate tomorrow. She would be in pain after getting hit by much better gladiators and exhausted.

"August, you remember the rookie I dueled yesterday, Lelah Piaget, also known as Skuld. Well, she's in the team, and I want you train with her while I step out and make some contacts."

Lelah quietly watched the two men without changing expression, even after noticing Kadir whispering something else after the introduction. Even if she hadn’t heard what he had said, she could pretty much guess what it was. She was unaware of it herself but as the whispering took place her mouth twitched, not much but just slightly. It was mainly because she felt offended, that two who had been able to practice was talking about her. When Kadir left she looked over at the younger one again, “Nice to meet you.”

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Character Portrait: Lelah Piaget Character Portrait: Ericka Wilson Character Portrait: Rook Palmer Character Portrait: The White Knight Character Portrait: Beatrix Phoenix Character Portrait: Augustus Zephyr Character Portrait: Damian Stryke Character Portrait: Lucille Anthony Archer
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The White Knight




"So where are the others? Are two gladiators still training or wee you planning on having only me and the robot meet?"

"Wow, Lucy, it seems so unlike you to be wanting to meet others," the White Knight spoke sarcastically. "But if you are so excited, then I see I must. Follow me." Kadir led Lucy inside of the gym, and walked his way to Lelah and August. Kadir knew it was about time to give Lelah a break, even if it would be a small one, but he was curtained that she truly wished and yearned for one.

He walked in to see the two, "Hello, I have another member of the team, you may recognize her. You can just call her Lucy." Kadir was happy to see his team was going pretty smoothly, but perhaps he was very optimistic, it had not even been an hour, and he believed things were turning up good. Well, that is probably better than always looking on the downside of things.



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"I know I'm good and what you think isn't going to convince me otherwise. I would think you ought to be the one to trade in your attitude."

Beatrix had only shrugged, only feeling bad due to the fact that her comments did not drive him away, but instead cause more commotion by dragging the Inquisitor bickering. She dumped shot in, trying to enjoy her drink, trying to focus on herself rather than the conversation with Rook, though she did continue to pull herself back in, not holding back on those snappish comments.

She heard Rook continue to say, "Bitching and tossing around insults isn't going to get you any friends and despite what you may think, trying to put us down doesn't make you any better. You step into the arena alone. Its all you and nothing to do with us. Heck, its better to have people on your side."

And then the Inquisitor, "Brave you may be, but you don't seem to know anything about my craft nor my circumstances, but we aren't here to talk about me. We're here because we're all part of the same team."

They both spoke of this so-called "teamwork", Beatrix had a distaste for it. No, she could not trust anyone, she could not even trust her own mother, why should she trust this strangers? For all she knows, they could be traitors, or she may only be paranoid, stubborn, and arrogant to only hold concern and care to her own beliefs, ideas, and assumptions.

"Team? Working together?" she questioned. "Have you forgotten who you work for? If you care about camaraderie you should sign up for the White Knight's team, I think he needs a waterboy. But actually, too bad, we're owned by Apollo, greedy vulgarian, if his team loses..." Beatrix paused, she didn't want to think of it, because she knew exactly what would happen, and she would not be the only person suffering from the defeat. And she was not going to allow Bentley to sell Lily into slavery, but she also knew she would not have any chance nor time to save her in they were not victors. So in fact, they were working as a team, but Beatrix was too stubborn to face the facts.

"Look, we are technically a team, but don't think we are friends. Since when this city, this world, crawl itself out of hell." Beatrix got quieter, "No, I'm still figuring out why I'm still burning, why anyone would deserve a life like this." Beatrix drank her last and walked her way out of the lounge, "You know what, I'm out." Of course she did not mean she was out of the team or any crazy nonsense like that, but that she was leaving the lounge, where Beatrix attempted to storm into the training room, but with reckless emotions, trying to make an escape from the lounge, and being blind, Beatrix clashed in and bumped into none other than Ericka Wilson, Godhand.

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She had been left with the other gladiator, this nameless face, sure she had seen him before at some point. But had she bothered with remembering his name? No, not at all. So her expectation had been that she at least would be able to catch his name before the others would return and she would be pushed around again, had her expectation realized? No, not even the slightest. It was just as if the team leader had left the room just to fetch the others. Just as he disappeared out the door he walked right through it again, and with his return Lelah's grumpy mood was back. She didn't feel like working.

"Hello, I have another member of the team, you may recognize her. You can just call her Lucy."

The moment Lelah laid eyes on the other female, Lucy, she got a bad feeling about her. Not that she could say what it was, but it was something about the aura around her that wasn't what Lelah had expected to meet in here. She just felt the negative energy just overflowed out of her, and Lelah guessed that it wasn't just her that could feel it. She had no clue who she was - probably because she wasn't the slightest interested in the racing or the bot battles. So she had no idea what competition the woman would even participate in.

Even though Lelah felt an instant dislike for the woman she still smiled towards her, it wasn't a genuine smile however. And she wasn't even trying to make it look like one. Because she simply didn't care, she just felt like getting away from all that darkness that surrounded her. "Well, nice to meet you Lucy. So what is your expertise, bot battler or racer? I'm Lelah by the way."

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“Racer.”

When the woman gave her answer Lelah almost shrugged in response. It was a simple answer, nothing more than one word and how was Lelah supposed to respond to that? There wasn’t much she could say about it, so she just watched the woman silently before adding, “Oh, so you are the racer. Cool.”

It was obvious to Lelah that this Lucy was just as interested in getting to know her as Lelah was interested in getting to know her. Which meant she was not interested in it at all. Lelah didn’t have anything against the other members of the team, even though she hadn’t get to know them either because neither one of them seemed to be that interested in bonding. It was quite surprising since this was The White Knights team, but Lelah wasn’t going to bother with talking about it either.

“Well,” Lelah got quiet, she didn’t want to talk to the woman any more than this. She didn’t like her. There was no meaning in getting to know someone like her, so she just clasped her hands together before smiling again, “I don’t think I have anything more to add to this conversation so I’m going to excuse myself.” Just as she ended the sentence she turned around and walked to the other side of the room, as far away from the heavy aura as possible. Since no one had said she had to start training for tomorrow again she took it as an opportunity to continue her break, in lack of anything else to do she took out her tarot cards from the inner pocket and started to shuffle half of them.

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"Y-yeah... Sure... I will keep that in mind."

"Maybe it will make sense to you one day," Kadir responded. "But for now, I'm going to get some ice-cream. Wish you best of luck, well actually I don't believe in luck. Um, but I know you are going to make me proud."

The day of the match arrived Kadir was in an elevator with Lelah, he was going to walk her there to the room before the actually arena, his face was clearly wounded with the attacked he ordered for himself. Kadir had a point, in order to show her the brutalities of fighting in cold blood, he used himself as the target. But there was lie Kadir also had did it to punish himself, he felt like he deserved it, however he was not willing to let Lelah know that ugly truth.

When Kadir and Lelah arrived to the room, Kadir, put a hand on her shoulder, "You're going to do great out there." He had hoped, but it was not only hope, he believed, he trusted Lelah, and knew that he trained her as well as he could, for Kadir would never wish failure for her, because that would result in her death. Kadir has no idea what he would do then if he was responsible for Lelah's death. "See you on flipside, Lelah." Kadir then had to leave and be escorted out to a reserved section in audience with his team the same was for Apollo's team, well, they had nicer seats a VIP box.

Kadir was sitting next to Eight and Lucy, but he didn't say anything, not for a while because he was nervous and it was extremely obvious of that. But he figured if he would say something then maybe he could lighten up his mood, "So... You guys excited to see Lelah win?" He tried his best to speak optimistically, but the truth was that the sooner the actually match started, the sooner he feared for Lelah's life.



Beatrix Phoenix


As Beatrix was panicking she heard Rook say, "Why wouldn't we be here? What kind of people would we be if we just left you there. We're teammates after all." Teammates that was hard for Beatrix to process, especially against a hospitable bed with the potential of being crippled. If she was healthy, in her natural habitat, Beatrix would automatically disagree, but she wasn't. Instead, it seemed when Ericka had broken Beatrix's spine, so did the walls that surrounded her closed mind had been shattered. She turned her head from looking down at her legs, to Rook. "T-teammates?" she questioned the word, as if she had no definition to the word, it seemed unrecognizable to her, but above that confusing, also. Beatrix also did not understand what he meant by we, that word is plural, was he talking about him and Damian, or him and the rest of the team, because Beatrix could not find either answer believable.

"What do you--" And as Beatrix was going to ask him what he meant, she was interrupted with the door opening. First came in the doctor with his tablet in his hands and his googles pressed above his eyes. But then came in none other than Bentley Baldwin, the man's face looked harrowing, the visage of a nightmare. Beatrix always believed her mother married the man for his money, for there was not an ounce of charm in his face. But it was not only his face that gave him the appearance of creature so sinister, it was the way he carried himself. For as he would click his heeled leathery shoes he when walking carried a cane, and it was not used just for walking. He was an immensely tall man, slender also, like a walking skeleton, Beatrix has considered that she could beat him if he was on his own, but Bentley never went without his top of the class fighter bots.

"Gentlemen...," Bentley spoke with an eerie tone, one Beatrix was so familiar with, anyone would be, he had such a distinct voice. "Please, you must excuse us, me and Beatrix need a little chat." From then Damian and Rook was kicked out from the room, Beatrix left to endure her step-father. As soon as the two men left Bentley clicked his tongue signally for one his bots to execute his commands. The robot put two firm grasps onto Beatrix's shoulder, jerking her out of the bed and hoisting her up, lifted off the ground, bounded body to face Bentley.

"Funny you had friends, what did you somehow pay them to accompany you, believing that with their presence you could avoid mine? Or are they making you think they actually care about you? Because if that's the case, I'll sign you with some mental health therapy, and don't worry, I can be the one operating the sessions." Bentley turned away from Beatrix. "But do you know what I find not quite as hilarious, you know, it doesn't quite tickle my funny bone. Maybe the humor's just not my cup of tea or maybe--" And right at that moment Bentley whipped around with the metal ball against his cane rammed against Beatrix's jaw, busting a tooth out, she coughed with blood sinking out. "You're making me look like the clown! I will not be seen as the fool! And whether you like it or not, you represent everything I have invested in. And I will not let you throw it all away!" Bentley would continue to lose himself in striking Beatrix against the face if the scars and sores would not remain afterwards. He knew he should have not struck her to the lip already, would not want to let the public know what he does to her, no Bentley wanted to be seen differently than from the slavers, though he practically was one himself.

"And you know Beatrix another thing that pisses me off. Do you know how unique it is for you, a blind woman, to never bear cybernetics for any injury or disability. But now with your crippled legs, I have no choice but to fix that. Soon enough Lily will take your spot, perhaps she will not prove to be quite the bloody dunce as you are."

Beatrix has been quiet the entire time, fearing anymore pain and torment to come, but with mention Lily, Beatrix had to speak, "B-But that's not the deal," she said with worry. "As long as I fight, and she doesn't have to."

"Oh, that was the plan, but guess what-- plan's changed," Bentley responded. "Her training starts tomorrow, because if you die, I need another gladiator to be cushion so I don't fall into bankruptcy. Speaking of your death, some might find it a miracle that the Godhand didn't kill you, but in reality, she screwed you harder than any other opponent faced. You know why?" Bentley started to walk off, but paused. And before he said anything the doctor wrapped a muzzle around her mouth to muffle the screams to come. "Because of this." And with that the bot holding Beatrix elevated her body so that the broken bones in the spine would align and finally the robot snapped it back in place with Beatrix feeling it all, and as soon as that happened the bot dropped her.

Beatrix screamed madly, crying with the electrifying pain stitched to her spine, and it was at these moments that Beatrix twisted into bitterness of despair.