Enter the Arena RP: Background

Rome the eternal city , the light of civilization , the greatest city the world has ever known , it is a place of law , education , and philosophy....or so they would like you to believe. In reality the city that all roads lead to is just as barbaric and savage as anywhere else in the known world . Exemplified by that great past time , the Arena , where blood is shed for the entertainment of the commoners and nobles alike. In this monument to savagery battles take place between two gladiators , these are slaves , prisoners of war, and criminals , the lowest of the low in Rome. Yet , if one is strong and fast , and very very lucky they could survive...thrive even , become a legend in the eyes of the people...yet still a slave no less.Only the most craven and blood lusted of folk could find happiness in the arena , though it is not unheard of. However on the whole it is every slave's dream to escape , and wreak havoc upon the city that would have them die to destract it's peasants from their lot in life. Now you find yourself among this wretched miserable lot , a slave thrust into the arena to die for sport....will you?

Possible Homelands:

Roman Republic: It is possible you are a roman yourself ,  blessed by the patron god of Rome Mars with a talent for war and tactics . Perhaps you were a criminal , a slave , a deserter? No matter , your path has led you away from the calm fields and magnificent villas to the dirt and blood of the arena . And those watching will give you no pity just for your shared lineage.

Ptolemaic Kingdom of Egypt: Ah the land of the pharaohs , though now ruled over by the Greeks the blessings of Ra are still bestowed upon the children of the Nile. For you will seem magnificent before all other men , regal even when dressed in rags , and your words will hold great influence above your captors , though not enough to free you. The light of the sun itself shall make your shackles seem as golden bracelets , your metal collar a bejeweled mantle . Will you use this influence to your advantage and free yourself , return to the land of the River and the Sun? Or die in the dirt , far from home.

Hellas: 'The Birthplace of Civilization' The Romans like to call it , the land of marble pillars and bronze , of grand temples and great statues , of philosophy and of ancient wars. Of demigods that walk the Earth , and of mighty mythical beasts who plague them. Hailing from the land of the demigods there is a chance of you having strong divine heritage , this could give you such traits as greater skill with arms , enhanced strength , or incredibly speed. These gifts will aid you in the arena if you use them wisely , remind the Roman curs of why they should admire the Greeks , and why they should fear them!

Germania: The Romans jeer at you , call you savages worshiping mud and twigs living in the dirt and hay with your dogs. Fools , they know not of the great warrior spirit of your people , of the way ones hide toughens through a hard life. Wotan , Allfather of the true gods bestows you with an unbridled ferocity you can tap into , allowing you the strength of the bear and the cunning of the wolf . The Romans want a show , they want to see you die in the dirt , and laugh as you bleed out. You will give them a show..but not the one they want  , fill the air with roman cries , and the earth with roman blood!

Brittania : Far in the north on a set of cold misty isles your ancestors made their home , for they were tough, hardy and determined , and they were survivors. Those ancient Celts and Britons who former your culture and made the tales that were sung around the village fires. They sung of the great heroes , the mischievous spirits , and The Gods themselves, and you can call on their power. Your ancestors will aid you as best they can in your times of need ....do not shame them.

The Kingdom of Meroe: Ta-Seti , the land of the bow one would hope such a name would deter any one foolish enough to attempt to kidnap one of your people , for your peoples sharp eyes and steady hands are of legend. One's hope would prove fruitless , for here you are a slave to be sent into the arena to die as a sacrifice to Rome . Yet the hot sand and the burning sun is no great stranger to you , for your people have thrived in it for millennia , when others get tired you will keep fighting  where the eyes of a roman would be blinded by the sun you will aim true undeterred. These are the blessings the  God Apedemak gave your people...use them well.

Amazonia: Situated far to the south past the Horn of Africa lies an isle shrouded in mystery ,fools call it Paradise Isle , others Themyscira , but most call it Amazonia. The island is inhabited by a society made up exclusively by females and ruled over by their immortal queen Hippolyta they are fierce warriors , often raiding nearby nations in search of men to kidnap to use as essentially sex slaves. When they are done with them they are either killed or sold off to the few nations willing to trade with the amazons.Through this they have become of the great centers of the slave trade as they sell both their former mates , and any sons they happen to bear. To females however they offer an open hand and an offer to be free of oppression , so long as any who wish to join their ranks can stomach the ancient Basilisk brew without dying. Those who survive are granted great physical strength , speed , enhanced life , and durability , these are the traits that make amazons such fierce warriors. It is a wonder that the Romans have managed to capture you...must be rather embarrassing really.

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Name: Varius Umbrius
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Homeland: Rome
Appearance: Lean, average hight, short brown hair, light skin, he has a charming but relatable look to him not overly pretty or rugged
Skills: Acrobatics, Talent in magic (though he does not know many spells), Swift footed and coordinated, throwing and utilizing knives
Background: Varius was born in a group of traveling Roman performers, he had a bit of skill in magic which he learned to use a bit for his act but he mainly focused on acrobatic feats, and throwing his knives made of magical energy with great speed and accuracy. His family wasn't rich but they made a good living, until one knight when a drunk patrician in the audience tried to charge and manhandle his sister; Varius beat the man unconscious before being hauled off by guards. Turns out he had nearly killed the son of an important senator, luckily for him due to the scarcity of roman mages in the arenas, he was made a gladiator instead of being executed
Spells: Spell of light, Arcane knives.

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Name: Airic
Age:23
Gender:male
Homeland: Britannia
Appearance: Short , moderately handsome , messy blondish hair , inquisitive grey blue eyes , long limbed , missing half his ear, pale , knuckles have a coarse layer of scar tissue along them now
Skills: farming , brawling , farming, brawling , farming , brawling , brewing ale, making plans , can speak a bit of Latin, slave things
Background: Airic was kidnapped as a young boy while out on a fishing trip and has been passed from owner to owner ever since. His current one sold him to a gladiator school to get some money to pay a debt , mostly because of his unruly hot-blooded tendencies. However the teachers at the school are sure they can whip those right out of him.

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Name:Tomyra
Age:20
Gender:female
Homeland:Scythian plateau
Appearance: 5'9 , round face , tan skin , jet black shoulder length hair , strong nose , hazel eye , other one is wounded gravely and is covered by a patch , Northern Wolves brand.
Skills: Wrestling , dual wielding , monster hunting , to an extent archery , can speak Greek and Latin (latin is kinda broken though)
Background: Born on the harsh north Iranian steppe, daughter of a Scythian warrior and a shamaness , when she was young her village was ran over and burnt down by a band of vicious marauders known as the Northern Wolves. They kidnapped her to use as a hostage against her tribe the Urkay , so that they would not unite and hunt down the bastards. And though at first they had thoughts to use her as a 'woman of comfort' they soon realized that she had a near savage fierceness about her , and had been trained well in the arts of battle. Soon she found herself among their ranks and grew to see her kidnappers as a new family , throwing herself full-heartedly into her new life as a reaver and bandit . For years they were a scourge upon the land , pillaging from northern Scythia to the balkans and even into roman territory near Greece. Eventually they became so notorious that the roman governor of Thrace called them to his home , hoping to strike a deal with them to get the marauders to leave his lands. They gladly excepted the promises of bountiful gold , furs , slaves and weapons and came mouths slavering with anticipation. It was a trap , when they reached the city walls two roman legions came pouring down from the hills and slammed into them , slaughtering them almost to a man. She was captured and condemned to a life of slavery , and now heads for the arena.