RPG Rome

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[font=Arial][size=1][color=Indigo][b]The setting[/b]: Ancient Rome
[b]The location[/b]: The Colusseum

Okay, I've been tossing this idea back and forth in my head for a few days now, and I figure I might as well act on it, heh. Basically, this is a gladiatorial battle. We have the crowds, the emperor, the caged tigers ready to spring free at any moment, etc. etc.

As such, this will be a [u]realistic[/u] fight. You will have one weapon, maybe a breast plate and a helmet. No magic. No 'special skills'. Also of note, is I detest delimbing, and if you Godmod I will murder you in your sleep. If you have any questions PM me.

[b]Name[/b]: Nautilus Conterino
[b]Age[/b]: 38
[b]Weapon of Choice[/b]: Sword
[b]Armour[/b]: Breast-plate, shield
[b]Background[/b]:
Nautilus was a deserter from the Legions, but was consequently caught by his comrades again mere days after his escape. Instead of the customary death penalty he was sold into slavery, serving many masters and fulfilling many jobs until he came to his current owner, who has decided that his job is to die in the arena.
[b]Appearance[/b]:
About 5'11", brown hair, vivid blue eyes and a solid frame. He is covered in scars from head to toe from his service in the Legions, and still sports the tattoo marking him of the Legion on his left bicep. He has no facial hair.
[b]Personality[/b]: Sombre, quiet but reasonably skilled with a weapon. A word for the wise: don't get him angry.
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[Brasil]

Name: Selonius
Age: 32
Weapon of Choice: Net, Trident
Armor: None.
Background and Personality: Selonius is only Roman by province, not by blood. He was born a Spaniard, and he is most at home on the sea. Though his ship, La Fina, may have the markings of a merchant's vessel, Selonius is not a merchant, more interested in plunder and liberating the wealth from the wealthy.

He sails the Mediterranean, looking for adventure and excitement, but this life could not last forever, and he mistakenly attempted to board the Excelsior, a Roman warrior-class ship disguised as a trade vessel to dissuade pirates, off the coast of Corsica.

Selonius was jailed, then ordered to participate in the Games to be punished for his crimes against the Empire.

His personality reflects his behavior: free spirited and confident. When faced with a challenge, he will gladly oblige, but his almost soft outward demeanor should not be construed as weakness, as Selonius is not one for idle threats and will give no mercy should his Spanish blood start to boil.

Appearance: 5'4". He has been called "The Lover," and the description is an apt one. Dark, sensual eyes that sparkle with a flame for life; shoulder-length black hair; and a voice like deep silk. His build, like his outlook, should not be underestimated. He may look thin, but he is stronger than most his size.

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You start, Alan. I'm exhausted, lol. Long day.

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[font=Arial][size=1][color=Indigo]Nautilus closed his eyes and listened to the roar of the crowd in the grand-stands above him, knowing that the forth-coming battle could be his last. With painful slowness he opened his eyes once more and was struck once again by the harsh reality of his situation,

Before him a steel grate barred his access to the arena, but it didn't block his site, and he could clearly see, exactly opposite from himself, a man in a similar confinement, held back by grating similar to his own. He stared into that man's eyes a moment, before a voice snapped him from his contemplation.

'Nautilus!' a it called. Nautilus turned around to see his master walking towards him, a fan held in his hand to ward away the incessant blow flies that inhabitted the Colusseum like a plague.

'Yes master?' he replied, bowing slightly as he spoke, noticing that many of his masters slaves followed suit.

'I have... something for you.' Nautilus raised an eyebrow as his master took a long thin parcel off of one of his gathered servants. Unwrapping it slowly and ceremoniously he said:

'This is my blade. I give it to all my slaves when I believe it will be their final battle, and retrieve it afterward.' Nautilus snorted.

'Thankyou for the vote of confidence,' he said dryly, only to be swatted by his master's fan.

'Your sarcasm is unappreciated slave. But I have a large sum of money riding on your fall.' The man turned to leave but stopped a moment and turned around.

'Prove me wrong, I dare you,' he said before leaving with his entourage. Nautilus merely turned towards the steel grating once more. He had survived a hundred fights with this sword. His master merely wish to taunt him.

A silence from the grandstands marked the beginning of the battle, and the grating before him slowly raised into the roof with a grinding squeal. Then he leapt through the open door, his sword held at the ready and his lungs bellowing a hearty battle-cry.[/color][/size][/font]

[Brasil]

In the holding areas before the match, the gladiator knew little more than the cold steel grating that imposed a higher will upon him. To the gladiator, when he was confined--caged, in this prison, there was nothing else to muse over, apart from concentrating both mind and body for the upcoming battle, and making ready for that moment when those gates rose and he would step out into the arena.

For some, these few precious moments of queer silence and solitude further ignited their desire to kill, and while this was certainly a notable and proper sentiment for many combatants, Selonius did not share that feeling, instead using this time to clear his thoughts, to better prepare him for what may prove a most arduous experience. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, taking in the dry scent of the stone walls. His right hand wrapped lightly around his Trident, which stood next to him. In his left, his net hung gracefully, swaying in the light breeze that went through the tunnel.

A silence hushed over the audience in the ampitheater, and with a loud, grinding screech, the gate raised. Selonius entered the arena and marveled at the glory of it. His eyes moved over the crowd, and his mouth nearly opened in amazement. [i]There are so many here![/i] he remarked. A shaded booth draped in luxury caught his eye. [i]That is the Emperor himself,[/i] and Selonius now realized that his Fate more rested in the hands of Nero than it did in his own.

Selonius focused on a figure racing towards him from the other side of the arena, and he readied himself for battle, raising his Trident and net.

Battle had begun.

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[font=Arial][size=1][color=Indigo]His opponent was a Spaniard, very lean and with a twinkle in his eye that showed he was one gladiator yet to give up on life. He noticed all this moments before, they clashed in the middle of the arena, Nautilus' sword connecting and becoming interlocked with the man's trident. Pushing into eachother, each struggling to overcome the other, a dialogue started.

'I'm sorry I'll have to kill you Legionaire,' the Spaniard said through gritted teeth, making a reference to the tattoo on his bicep as the two struggled to better each other. 'It pains me to have to take a life.'

Nautilus snorted and stepped back quickly, breaking the embrace their respective weapons were involved in throwing the Spaniard off balance, but only temporarily.

'You are new at this,' Nautilus said, rearranging his thoughts as the two circled around eachother. 'Your cockiness will be your undoing.' With that he leapt at the man, feinting an attack with his blade-weilding right hand only to land a solid punch on the man's face with his left, propelling him backwards and causing the man to stumble and fall.

Lieing inebriated, the Spaniard only saw the sword aimed for his throat at the last minute, and rolled out of the way, albeit somewhat painfully moments before the sword descended.

Climbing to his feet he started swinging his net around, making ready to throw it and ensare this nuisance.

'Now who's cocky?'[/color][/size][/font]