Introduction
WARNING PG 17 for violence and mild language.
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In accent Rome there was a great monument where many gathered to participate in the glorious blood shed of others. They were hero's and villains at the same time. Admired and hated. They were gladiators of the Colosseum!
"Welcome to the age of the gladiator. You do not have a choice in your fate. Either you were born to a life of wine and lavishness or you were born a worker who must slave away the rest of your miserable life." Or so says everyone in the market on an average day. "The one exception," others say "is the gladiator. They have a chance to rise from slavery to see the other side of life, all they have to do is win a few hundred battles against the most vicious creatures and people of the world." And they would laugh. Laugh at the hardship they never had to endure. But once you have faced a lion that has been starved for weeks like you have been starved for days you don't laugh. You kill. That becomes all you can think of at the Colosseum, killing.
Guess who is sick of it. That's right, one gladiator will make it to the top where he will rid the world of the horrid Colosseum. Or, guess who wants to be the champion of the Colosseum and rule Rome. He will work his way to the top to kill Caesar and become the new Caesar, ruler of Rome and the Colosseum.
Choose your side.
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ALL QUESTIONS IN OOC SECTION PLEASE
OK Hello everyone! Don't worry the only characters are not gladiators. I will need (of course) gladiators (characters must be male but the puppeteer does not) , slaves, wife of Caesar, and daughters of Caesar (actually just ladies of the court), sons of Caesar(men of the court (they don't fight in the Colosseum) and perhaps even some Gods!
All characters will need my approval only because i don't want an overload of the same type of character.
Here is the limit for now;
I need...
Caesar- Taken
Wife of Caesar-Taken
Son of Caesar-
Son of Caesar-
(more after these fill up)
Daughter of Caesar- Taken
Daughter of Caesar-Taken
Daughter of Caesar-Taken
(more ladies of the court after the gladiators fill up)
Slave-
Slave-
(slaves are owned by either a daughter or son of Caesar)
Gladiator- Taken
Gladiator- Taken
Gladiator- Taken
Gladiator-
Gladiator-
(During the days you will train and be able to walk through the palace with the ladies of the court ~.^
but you cannot escape and will sleep in cells)
(More gladiators accepted when these fill up)
Zeus-Taken (cannot interfere in battles, can come to earth in human form)
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The Battles of the Colosseum
The battles will be announced once we have gladiators by Caesar. You may not cut any limbs off your opponent and you may only kill your opponent unless given permission by Caesar.
Fighter #1 writes the first post of the battle, fighter #2 writes the second post, Caesar decides who wins, and then the winner who was decided by Caesar writes a 3rd post where he takes the life of the loser. (You can only kill another character if it is your third match against your opponent. If your character dies feel free to make another but some must die. This is the Colosseum after all.)
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Rules
1.I don't mind if you get frisky just do it in private chat and hint at it in the RP.
2. You can start a fight in the cells but no killing
3.Have fun, get drunk off wine and enjoy the blood shed.
For you profile make it how you would normally, just include;
Name-
Age-
Weapons of choice- Three tops (shield counts as weapon) (only if gladiator)
For or Against Caesar-
For those of you who requested a storyline to start with her it is....
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Caesar reaches a hand out to a map of the lands that he has conquered and they all melt into blood. Dripping to the floor the blood pools until it begins to run between the stones. It continues to run passing thousands of seats and drips into a pit. In this pit surrounded by seats a lioness and a large man are circling each other waiting to see how the other plans to finish them. <this was an opening i imagined for a movie..
Caesar was a major conqueror taking down country after country. There was very little, known, land that he hadn’t been taken control over and turned to ruins. He is known as the bloodiest tyrant in the history of the current world. With his tyranny came slaves, only the finest women, potential wealthy children and strongest men were taken. The rest were killed immediately. The women became sex slaves. The children; boys began training to be a gladiators and girls served the royals until they were old enough to become sex slaves as well. As for the men, they became gladiators of the Colosseum.
Each gladiator has a chance to earn their freedom and the hand of one off Caesars daughters in marriage. That is if they can manage to kill and slaughter their way to the top. Some want to make it there only to slay Caesar and take the thrown and rule all he has conquered. Others wish to slay Caesar and liberate all countries from tyranny. Lastly there are the few who cherish our leader Caesar and wish to stand beside him at the top.
Which are you?
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Caesar made his way to his daughter Aurelia. The sun had gone down and candles were being lit all through the hall. The way the flames danced on the pillars made everything seem more sinful. People began sliding into corners lovingly or passing out on stairs. This was his favorite part of the feasts, the enjoyable part. the night was young and the entertainment was not over. Standing in front of the feast table he turned to the room.
"My fellow Romans, I give you a night to remember." As he had made his brief introduction of things to come fire performers entered the hall. Fire fans, twirlers, and swallowers filled the room. Fallowed by performing animals. Much more lively and exotic music. Belly dancers and more. It felt like the room had reached several degrees hotter and several men and women loosened or lost part of there robes. No one had experienced this kind of feast. It was more like a wild celebration showing all the cultural things Caesar had brought back from the lands he had concurred.
Caesar let the upper part of his robe fall, allowing only his lower half to be covered. The heat made him feel a little ill but he would not show his weakness. He reached his daughter Aurelia and sat beside her. "How are you enjoying yourself child?" She was not very impressive to him but she was his daughter and would be married off all the same as the others. That was all she was good for.
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“I’m not sure of the particulars of your kind, but I assume I should bow? Perhaps compliment you on your beauty?” Unlike most gladiators, Spurius spoke more like that of the aristocracy than a slave. His original master’s intention was to groom Spurius into a warrior capable of leading free men against Caesar, which was why he had the slave educated. However, before the plan could come to fruition his master, a Senator, was assassinated, though details of this crime were never released.
Spurius thought back on her words from earlier, about how she was not a legitimate daughter of Caesar, but instead a slave having been brought into Royalty. Maybe there were some similarities between the two, but the limits of the confines were very different. While he was a slave to the arena, she was apparently a slave to royalty. What freedom did she seek then? Did she wish to escape royalty and own a farm? Raise cattle? Vittoria was an interesting figure to study, in that her motive was freedom even though she seemed unsure what that meant, exactly. Whatever the case, her freedom could only come with Caesar’s death. At this point, Spurius was far more likely to be freed than her.
“You told me you seek freedom,” the gladiator stated to remind her of their previous conversation. “What did you mean by that?”
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Woulfgar had used the past hour to travel from his cell to the party, however, many slaves knew about his wounded leg, and as a result many of them had been in his way to indirectly hurt him. Woulfgar knew that they hated him for his bully like behavior to them, but the fact that they would think they would escape without getting a beating later was laughable. Woulfgar knew who had been responsible for these so-called accidents, and when his leg was better, he would see them beaten half to death.
Woulfgar leaned his weight against the door and entered the feast. He almost fell back as the wide variety of smells, spices and delicious odors entered his nostrils. Hid mouth went wet within seconds as he looked around, looking at the endless rows of food, the bottles of wine and other drinks.
Woulfgar wasted no time; he limped directly over to the food section, took a plate and began to haul food onto it and while he did so, he tested the food, often in rather large quantities.
Woulfgar was soon seated and was showing one piece of food into his mouth after the next. He hunger knew no bounds, and like a wild animal, he showed not the least sight of manners. Chinks of meat was seen in his beard mixed with wine and fruit juice, bread crumbs seemed to have been massed together as a small horde and was fighting with the spills of wine to appear more in his white beard.
As Woulfgar wolfed down all the food that he had on his plate, a servant came over, "Woulfgar, I presume...My master would like to talk with you," he stated simply however Woulfgar didn't heed the servant and continued to force more food into his mouth than was possible.
"I said, my master would like to talk to you!" the servant repeated, annoyed by Woulfgar's behavior.
"Wrughf hre fruh s ur....master," Woulfgar said, spitting out large pieces of bread, cheese and meat from his mouth that fell down on the table.
"Lady Aurelia, herself...now if you have any respect for your own life, I would-" The servant didn't get any futher in his sentence before Woulfgar's meaty hands were at the man's shirt and pulled him down to his head.
"If you are threatening me, then by all means...end that sentence of yours. I'll have your balls ripped out," Woulfgar said with a deep and serious voice, making the blood from the servant's face run away.
Woulfgar stood up, brushed the worst of the food that was stuck in his beard away and then limped behind the servant towards Lady Aurelia.
The servant went over to Lady Aurelia and presented Woulfgar, "My dear Lady Aurelia, may I present to you, Galdiator Woulfgar," the servant said and Woulfgar gave a simple nod and a slight bow.
Woulfgar didn't meet Aurelia's eyes, he looked past her, or at anything else than her face. Women made him shy. Why, he didn't know, all he knew was that he would much rather be inside the arena fighting another champion than standing face to face with a woman. They had some strange ability to turn Woulfgar into a mild and quiet man.
"How may I serve?" Woulfgar asked plainly, his voice was barely a whisper, and his head continued to look left and right, to keep himself from looking at Aurelia's face, no...not just her face, her entire existence was what was making him so uneasy.
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She found it amusing that he hadn't known how to treat greeting her. He was more educated than the others. Perhaps that's what was making her loose her breath when he talked, or just the heat. She bowed her head as she informed him. "You kneel and kiss my hand" She never really like this jester but to see him contemplate it made her a little gitty. She imagined him free and what he would do, then she found she couldn't imagine him doing anything else. The gods had to be terribly cruel to doom them like this.
She knew it was coming, the question that would make or break the deal. Either she could answer truthfully and spark his ever lasting interest or she could deny him the answer and seem like she doesn't trust him. She looked at her father and back to Spurius. The moisture that built up on her body began running down and in between her chest. "I do horrible things for my father, things no one should be forgiven for." she began walking into one of the private rooms.
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Then she began to walk away, and Spurius could not tell if that was meant to be the end of their conversation. Was he supposed to follow, or was she finished with him for the time being? After a moment’s thought, he decided to follow her into the private room. If she didn’t mean for him to she would tell him to leave and be done with it. As he followed her he couldn’t help but admire her curves and the sway of her hips while she walked. In a world where much was based on physical appearance, she had it all, no doubt. However there was some secret, something inside her, that was just fighting its way out, and all she could do was try harder and harder to keep it in.
“You know, my lady,” Spurius began as the door for the private room closed behind him, “I don’t talk much. In fact, talking to you is the most I’ve spoken in a very long time. Anything you were to tell me would never find other ears.” He was unsure of his motive, at this point. Vittoria was no simple woman in distress like the kind he had read about in stories before, so sympathy was not what she was after. Nor did she seem like the type who needed help, or at least any kind of help that he could give her. “Besides, if your father has it his way, I’ll be dead by tomorrow’s eve, anyway,” he smiled, for once, in a slight attempt to get her to smile as well. The jokes of a gladiator hardly really amused others. To them, death was the joke.
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"Caesar is well educated and knows who and what to use against people. He bought me from my mother whom was a whore but by far the most beautiful he had ever seen. It started when i was thirteen, he asked me to make a politician come away with me. I was young and hadn't understood what he was implying. I brought the politician to the room and a soldier came out and killed him. Caesar had planned the whole thing and to keep me from talking he told me if i didn't do what he said that he would torture my mother and find another girl to suffer in my place. He has never threatened me personally because he knew that i would willingly die rather than do anything for him again. But i did, several hundreds of people have died and some of them i have killed. I figured out one day that if i wanted to get back at him i would have to be his favorite." She seemed very dark at this moment and her breathing seemed a bit off. "But that wouldn't be enough of a punishment for all the things he has done to people. He doesn't deserve being betrayed by only one person he loves but by every person he dearly clings to. I need a gladiator to tare him apart." She looked at him and caught her breath.
"I chose Wulfgar because he is Caesars favorite but..."She hadn't thought of this part through and hoped he wouldn't ask for a better explanation as to why she was in a private room with him instead of the Devourer.
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Thoughts of his first master ran through his mind. “I found you by the god’s plan. You will free the world,” he would say during training. The man was a crazy ex-slave who had worked all his life to earn money for his freedom, and now he was attempted to pass his insanity on to a young boy. “It is your destiny to lead the slaves and lower-class freemen in a rise against Roman rule, boy.” For the first years of his life Spurius had that nonsense force fed into his brain, but what if there was a truth to it? A little late coming, sure, but who ever said the gods worked in the same fashion as mortals? It was too coincidental to be disregarded, that he knew. However, at the same time, it was step towards his own death, he knew. Although he held no personal hatred towards Caesar, if it were his destiny as laid out by the gods then Spurius would not fight against it.
Vittoria must have a plan, though, but Spurius could not help but look at it from every angel. Could it be done? What would be the outcome? Where would he go? What would she do? So many questions, but if she were actually able to answer them… The path that each thought eventually lead to was simple: what did he have to lose?
“Should I decide to help you,” he spoke softly, “what gain is it for me? I have no hatred for him as you do, at least not enough to risk my life to take his. There is,” he paused to pick his words wisely, “another reason why I would help you, but that reason means little. What can you offer?” Spurius turned to her again, no longer smiling. His facial expression was stern, as if he had already made up his mind without hearing her words. Yet it all depended on what she had to say.
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He seemed to be thinking about something and she sat and thought herself. On whether he was going to go along with her scheme. She felt the heat going to her head. The bad side if being the curvatious sister meant you had a lot more weight on you. She sat down and caught her breath attempting to keep her royal appearance through out the sudden rush. She could ignore it a bit longer now that she was sitting and she looked at him. He had sweat on him too though he would never noticed. It made him gleam in the candle light and she remembered that she had a weakness for an intimidating man. He had a power over her, she had to change that but not now.
He finally asked her what he would get out of it. This she could answer as the daughter of Caesar. She had all the resources in the world, after all her father owned it. Her body relaxed and she felt confident again. "Anything you want, Spurius. Anything." She meant it.
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With a semi-quick motion Spurius moved himself until he was right on top of her, leaning down on the chair which she sat upon so that their faces and bodies were near touching, hardly a centimeter separating them. If anything, her beauty was only magnified by this closeness. From this distance he could truly appreciate her. She smelled wonderful, and from this angle her bust was clearly visible, as her chest moved up and down with each breath, in a way that a regular straight on look could not match. He just held this position for a few moments, studying her reaction. And then he made to kiss her, slowly, only to stop before touching and backing away from her and walking backwards to the door.
Spurius turned to exit, but before he left he looked over his shoulder and spoke to her again. “I will hear more of your proposition should I survive tomorrow. As for what I want, well, like I said before: a slave is never in want. I am bound by fate, my lady, and fate does not leave room for want. Come to me though, if you still wish this of me. My cell is enclosed and away from the cells of the other slaves, so it is private enough for you to speak openly.” He paused to admire her once more out of the corner of his eye before opening the door and leaving. The party was still going strong, be he had had enough of it. Without saying a word to anyone he left the party and began to walk back to his cell. Tomorrow was sure to bring with it a fight more challenging than the dragon he defeated today, of that he was sure. Caesar promised everyone a show, which meant he had to provide something better than what the audience had already seen.
While he laid on the ground starring up at the ceiling Spurius could not help but think of Vittoria. What would have happened if he stayed close to her longer, or if he actually went to kiss her instead of backing away as he had? Would she have complied? The idea of “what if” brought him no comfort, so he put the thoughts away in order to accept sleep as soon as it would come.
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