Fight to Live, Live to Fight. [O/A]

[Zahzi]

Gladiators. The ones who live to fight. The ones who sacrifice all else to survive.


In the land of Odai, a single Coliseum was created as a form of entertainment.
Originally, it was an execution ring for criminals, where they would be fed to the beasts.

Nowadays, that practice continues, but is seldom done in excess as the public has found another use.

Slaves. Prisoners. And even willing people are all capable of being converted to Gladiators- A group of individuals who must only follow one simple rule: Fight to live. Live to Fight.
















Gladiators are not only prone to fighting creatures of the land, but each other. Usually, to make the fights more interesting, more than two are present. Only two Gladiators of immense skill are honored with a duel.

Outside of the duels, teams of separate Gladiators are formed by wealthy citizens, whom have made their own barracks on their property.



This, is a story of one such team, and their master.

This, is the story of the Orkai Gladiators, and their master, Divinious Orkai.  

[Zahzi]

Rules

As a common gesture, I will lay down some ground rules. . .And I do have the power to add more. . .

• One word: Spellcheck.

• Deaths of Gladiators is common, but let the person know if you're going to shove the blade down their throat for once. . .

• No Cybering. (I'm looking at YOU, RGI.)

•PM profiles to me of you wish to join.  

[Zahzi]

Gladiator Creation Chart

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[Zahzi]

Gladiators

•Username: Zahzi

•Name: Krom. (No family records. No last name.)

•Age: 27.

•Gender: Male.

•Equipment: Most of his equipment is made out of A material which Odai's military uses to make their equipment out of. The closest thing that it could be called is a solid-dark blue material, like that of sapphire. The armor on itself consists of Pauldrons, gauntlets, boots, greaves, and a cuirass. The armor itself is actually very lightweight, making mobility a great asset. As with the militants, he wears a cloak over the armor. Although, unlike the militants, his is tattered and covered in blood.

His right hand is covered in a heavy and thick gauntlet which gives him the ability to 'catch' swords, but hinders his ability to use the hand for anything other than that and punching.

The actual weapon Krom uses is a blade known as Oath of Servitude. Many were made for the Odai Militants, but only Krom's was given this name...

•History: Krom spent twenty years in the military. In the Odai tradition, all males were to be soldiers, and other things second. While others took their training before going off to start their lives, he stayed. He was a veteran of five wars when he was finally done fighting.

One night, he came across a grisly sight. A family was being assaulted by a group of people. Weapons were present, and the parents were brutally murdered in front of the daughter, and in front of Krom. Seeing this sent him into a blind fury, causing him to attack the group. In the end, twenty people were killed in the same brutal fashion as the parents. While the people saw him as somewhat of a hero, a figure in the Odai government wanted to make an example of him. The reason: Three of the people in the group were his sons. Many were sent to kill Krom on sight, but none succeeded. Eventually, he was captured and placed in the Coliseum to be fed to the beasts, armed with nothing but his fists. They alone were enough to survive. The man in charge of the Coliseum saw great promise in Krom's survival past such a trivial matter, and forced him into being a Gladiator. In fact, Krom was the first Gladiator in the Orkai barracks.

•Miscellaneous: Krom is usually keeps to himself, only speaking when he deems it necessary.

•Image: Krom

•Theme: Frontline.

•Quote:"The moment you hesitate, you die."



Username: Randomly Gone Insane

•Name: Atella Nimic (Nimic meaning Nothing; Daughter of None)

•Age: 25

•Gender: Female

•Equipment: Seeing how Atella has had nothing regarding to the art of war and murder, she was provided with equipment from Divinious. While her leather armor was chosen for her, a large variety of weapons were presented to her and she was allowed to pick any weapon she desired with any questions being asked. Among all the alien tools presented, two swords caught Atella's attention the most. The blades were made from a light, but tough, metal and connected by a string made of the very same metal and about twelve feet long.

•History: Atella cannot remember much of her past. What she does know is that her mother died due to complications during her birth, making her an only child. The death of her mother sent her father in depression, which only worsened as Atella grew older because she held a striking resemblance to her mother. His depression made him a heavy drinker, and it was rumored the only time he was sober was when he was asleep. Unfortunately, when the father was drunk he made many poor choices, many of them involving gambling away whatever money he had left over.
When Atella was about seven years old strange men stormed her house and began to forcefully take any and all belongings inside. The whole time, her father stood by silently as the debt collectors robbed everything the small family had, and continued to stand in silence as they grabbed Atella and dragged her out as well.
From that point on, Atella was sold throughout the slave trade. At first, her owners were normal, some even nice. One older man who owned her even educated her and treated her like a daughter more than a slave, acting more like a real father than her actual father. But the owner died a few years later, and the family sold her off. Since then, Atella had the misfortune to end up with abusive handlers.
When she turned twenty, Atella ended up in the hands of a drunk owner. A drunk who became lustful when he had too much to drink, which always happened. One night, the man tried to force himself onto Atella. Not wanting to be raped, Atella fought back, and a struggle quickly began between the owner and her. In the chaos of the fight, Atella grabbed onto her master's dagger and used it against him by slitting his own throat. Despite the fact the murder was only an act of defense, Atella was still trailed and sentence to death by the beasts of the Coliseum. On the morning of her death though, one man stepped up to save her. Divinious Orkai.
Divinious pleaded that she should be spared, and instead be forced into the work of a Gladiator, seeing how she managed to kill a man without even bringing her own weapon. By some stroke of luck, the courts allowed it, and now Atella serves under the Orkai Gladiator Garrison.

•Miscellaneous: Atella doesn't like to talk about her past. She avoids talking about it as much as possible, keeping conversations as brief as possible.

Atella is very hot-headed, most likely a cause of her abused slave past. She's quick to pull out a weapon and attack, even if the attack itself is hopeless.

While Atella has a brave face painted on, inside she's deathly afraid of everything and everyone. She's in a world she's never been anywhere close to, and a lot closer than she ever dreamed of being.

•Image: Atella

•Theme: Crawling in the Dark, Mad World

•Quote: "Life is cruel, guarantees nothing, and knows nothing of the word justice."


•Username: XsilentXmuterX

•Name: Mulis Gylden

•Age: 31

•Gender: male

•Equipment: A metal big spiked ball on a chain thats connected by chain to a metal bat thats about a foot long. He likes using lightweight material because it makes him feel slimmer. He has a leather cuirass, leather boots, and leather greaves.

•History: Mulis has been a fighter since he was a child. His mom was murdered by a infection she had after giving birth. His home town was a little town called Hornswag thats on the edge of Odai. At age 10 he wondered off into the forest after school, he noticed a kid who was in the forest throwin rocks at stray cats. When Mulis saw the kid he yelled "aye! What are you doing in my forest boy-o!" even though it wasnt really his forest he felt like being mean. When the kid turned and looked at Mulis he immediatly started to laghed at him and called him a pork belly. Mulis got very angry and picked up a big stick that was laying around him then ran toward the kid, even thought mulis was over weight he was very fast. When he caught up to him he beat the kids head till he cried and begged for mercy. Mulis let him go and laghed at him as he ran away. He threw the stick and walked towards home. That was his first fight and he never saw the kid again, their rumors were that the kid ran away.

He started to drink with his dad for years. His beafy dad and him got into bar fights with other people at the pub mostly because they were drunk. One day 8 orkai soldiers went to the bar to get a couple drinks. His dad was drunk like he usually is and he thought one of the soldiers were looking at him funny so he got up and picked the soldier up with one hand and yelled but no one understood what he was yelling because he was very drunk. The other 7 soldiers got up and pointed their swords at his face and screamed that they would execute him. Mulis grabbed the chair he was sitting on and smashed it into one of the soldiers backs. As the stool burst into peices his dad threw the guy at 3 of the soldiers. The soldiers that was left stabbed the dad in the eye and the belly. Mulis stared at his dad then looked at the soldiers and ran at them with only his fists. But as he ran towards them he hit only one and knocked him out, all the other soldiers held him down on the floor. Mulis struggled to get out of their grasp but there were too many holding on to him.

After the soldiers took Mulis on a long journey to the coliseum, they threw him into a room and told him for the rest of his life he is going to be a gladiator.

•Miscellaneous: Mulis despises all soldiers of Odai.

•Image: weapon http://lacsknights.pbworks.com/f/Maces__Flails_Flail_2605_122.jpg

Mulis http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5170/5245017133_9f1265ec90.jpg

tattoo http://www.medievalists.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/Ccross.svg_-190x268.png

•Theme: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jorfQa3VyZc

•Quote: "HAHAHA ANY LAST WORDS? AYE!!"


•Username: Randomly Gone Insane

•Name: Habitus Poplicola

•Age: 35

•Gender: Male

•Equipment: Spatha and Odai military armor

•History: Habitus was born on a farm, found on the outskirts of Odai's territory. Because of this location, the farm was often quartered by soldiers of Odai going out, or soldiers from other counties coming in. The family had purposely made their land neutral territory to prevent their place from being burned down and raided by invading countries. And although their support was always to the Odain government, the farm openly traded and harbored anyone who came along.
When Habitus turned eight, another country had tried to invade into Odai. Not surprisingly, one invading legion of soldiers had passed by the farm. Like usual, the Poplicola family opened their land and arms to the soldiers. The Commander of the legion saw this act as one of betrayal, and rather than taking the family's kind gesture he ordered the farm to be destroyed and the family killed. Habitus watched and fled in terror as his home was burned to the ground and his parents and older siblings were brutally murdered before him and his younger sister. They tried to flee, but they were quickly caught by two men on horseback. They were taken back to the Commander, who decided they were more useful alive than dead. Habitus and his sister became slaves for the invading legion for several more years. While Habitus remained as nothing more but a whipping boy, his sister grew older to become a whore for the officers, and although it angered him, Habitus was powerless to stop it. Eventually, she was taken away as a bride for one of the officers, unknown to Habitus for over a week. Enraged, Habitus started to attack the soldiers but was quickly put down. He was stabbed in the abdomen and left to bleed out in the roads.
Rather than dying though, he was picked up by an old couple who took pity upon him. They and their daughter nursed Habitus back to health at their farm, and took him in like their own as he had no where else to. When he turned eighteen, Habitus married the daughter of the couple and took on the family's farm when the parents finally passed. With his wife, and new children, the farm prospered and successfully grew many crops and animals. However, the land was indebted and the true owner of the land grew tired of waiting for his money. Rather than giving the family more time, the land was seized and Habitus' wife and children were taken. Fed up, Habitus joined the army, hoping to gain power and rank to take back his family. He served for twelve years before he finally pulled from the military as an officer, but that still wasn't enough to regain his land and family. Desperate, he set his eyes on the Coliseum, hoping that the title of champion would finally give him what he wanted.

•Miscellaneous: Habitus comes off as calm, friendly, and kind hearted, but after many years of hardship and having a broken heart, he harbors dark and almost evil hatred and anger. If the hatred and anger is trigger, he becomes a different crazed man who will stop at nothing to dispose of whatever or whoever trigger his darker half.

•Image: Habitus

•Theme:

•Quote: "When a man has nothing, anything sounds good."


•Name: Calidan

•Age: 26

•Gender: Male

•Equipment: Calidan's equipment consist of full body armor made of a light but sturdy metal. He carries a long, heavy double edged sword when he fights.

•History: Calidan's mother died during labor and nobody knew who his father was. He was left to be raised by his mother's brother, who was known to be a violent man. As Calidan grew up, his uncle trained him to be a ruthless warrior who kills without hesitation. When Calidan turned sixteen, his uncle died suddenly of an unknown disease. Calidan is now completely alone in this world so to make a living, he became a hired assassin. He killed many for money, a huge bounty on his head. For years he lived as a fugitive and killer until he was finally caught. Soldiers from Odai were able to overpower him and he was to be killed for his crimes but someone high up had different plans for him. He instead gave Calidan a choice of dying or fight to live. Calidan of course chose the latter.

•Miscellaneous: Calidan is very cold and does not care for others. He kills without hesitation and seems emotionless.

•Image: Calidan

•Theme: Caladin's Theme

•Quote: N/A  

[Zahzi]

A large plantation sat nearby a gigantic structure, which loomed over all other figures in the distance.
The structure, was the Coliseum, a place of entertainment. Of Sport.
And of Death...

Divinious hummed a tune as he made his way through the halls of his estate, and making his way to the lower levels.
The floor, and quarters of the Gladiators.

As he made his way, many of the Guards and Gladiators looked over at him, the Guards in attention, while the Gladiators were still waking up and moving out into the field for their exercises.

He walked right past all of them and made his way to a door which was still not opened.
He looked at it for a moment before hitting the door three times with his fist.
"Wakey Wakey~ Time for day one~" he called into the room, waiting for a response.  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

Atella laid in her bed, not quite asleep and yet not quite awake. The mixture of straw, fabric, and wool made a decent bed. Not one the best she had slept in, but it was enough to knock her out last night when she finally arrived.

Three loud knocks on her door pulled her more onto the side of awake, to which she groaned. She started to recall who that voice was, and why it was annoying her in the morning..

"Tomorrow." She called back, rolling herself over so her back was to the door now. "I'm too tired to start today."  

[Zahzi]

The door was then suddenly kicked open, Divinious walking in and still humming.
"You know, you're not exactly in the best place to lounge around~" he cooed, now looking down at her.
He then looked around for a moment, finding a fire rod, cooled due the fact a fire was not needed.
"Now. Up, or I poke you."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

When the door was kicked open, Atella immediately sat up and stared at the door, looking like an animal caught off guard and stuck in shock.

Flash backs ran through her mind. Suddenly, she's not a woman but a girl. And it's not one man who enters, but two. They storm in, grabbing everything they could get. Some of the things she loved and treasured. As she cried as her belongings were taken away, two hands, rough with wear grab her arms and drag her away, her screams and cries for help going to cruel or deaf ears...

Atella blinked as she woke back into current reality, barely coming to in enough time to hear Divinious' threat. She looked to the old man with a glare of irritation, before she looked at the fire rod. It may be been cold, thanks to it being the warm season, but the damn thing was still sharp and annoying.

"Do I at least get a change of clothes?" She growled as she pulled herself from the bed, wearing nothing but the rags. After her fight with the last owner, she hadn't been given a change of clothes and was stuck in the same dress she wore the night she killed him. That dress had now been torn and worn down to something like a short skirt and short tank top.  

[Zahzi]

"Your new outfit is in the drawer right there." Divinious said, pointing with the fire rod before dropping it and walking out of the room, shutting the door, and giving her privacy.

"Don't take to long~"  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

Atella gave another grunt, looking to the drawer. After Divinious had left, she investigated and immediately looked at the outfit with disgust. But it was the only other choice she had, so begrudgingly, she dressed into the leather armor, finding it a bit unusual, as she had never wore leather before. Yet, it was oddly comforting..

After a few minutes, she walked out with an unamused look on her face. It was her first day of Hell now.  

[Zahzi]

Divinious just looked over at Atella, giving a raised eyebrow.
"Whaaaat? Don't like it? I made it myself." he told her as he saw her face.
"Better than what most wanted for you to go out as.." he added, examining it on her.
"Yeaah....They wanted the bust to designed....Differently."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"I don't care for how revealing the outfit is, or this job." Atella grunted.

"My arms are exposed, as well as most of chest. This leaves me open to blows and wounds which could lead to premature death." She growled, before she looked down.

The top of the armor had stopped at her waist, and curved in to the cover her private areas, but left the sides and back of her thighs open.
Straps came down from the top, attaching to pieces on her legs. The straps were down the front of her thighs in a tall and narrow triangle shape, stopping just at the knee, which was left exposed. From there, the outfit stopped and Atella's shins were covered only by her shoes, which were the same as the shoes worn by the other gladiators, with a tall front to provide some protection to the shins, but little to nothing behind in the calf and ankle.

"I won't even get started on the rest..." She grunted, before she looked at Divinious with a glare.  

[Zahzi]

"Ehh, I think it looks pretty good. If nothing else, you'll be eye-candy for the other Gladiators before they get killed by everyone else." Divinious shrugged, as he motioned her to follow the others.  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

Atella gave a low grunt when Divinious suggested she be an eye pleaser for the men around her.
"I'm not a tool." She growled lowly at him after the comment, remaining in her spot. "I will not be used as such."  

[Zahzi]

"Better than getting impaled, though." Divinious replied with a shrug, motioning her to follow the others again.
"Besides, you have our Trump Card to keep you alive."