Fight to Live, Life to Fight. -Zahzi and RGI-

[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. . .

Gladiator Creation Chart

•Username:

•Name:

•Age:

•Gender:

•Equipment:

•History:

•Miscellaneous:

•Image:

•Theme:

•Quote:

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."  

[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]

Night is revered as a time of relaxation and comfort. With night comes sleep, with sleep come dreams, and with dreams come a peace of mind through the night. Sometimes, a person is unfortunate enough to experience a nightmare instead of a dream.
Atella was one of the unfortunate people who found her sleep haunted with nightmares, giving her a restless night. When early morning came, she still woke up though, despite her exhaustion. The habit of waking early had become natural to her over the years, as the many chores of a slave required an early start in order to finish at a decent enough hour in the evening. This habit would perhaps prove itself to be useful in her new line of work...

Just as she started to pull herself from the straw bed, her new master started to bang on the door for her to wake. She grunted in amusement at how close he was to waking her. A few minutes faster, old man, and you would have had me asleep. She thought with a small smile on her face.

Atella's smile quickly disappeared though as she gave a heavy sigh, the small amount of happiness she felt in 'beating' the new master to the wake up call getting push back as his reminder to what waited ahead finally settled into her mind.

Not wanting to waste any more of the master's time, Atella went to the door of her room and opened the door just enough for her to peek around the edge of the door. Normal behavior would have had her presented fully, but the rags she wore were falling apart and were barely able to stay on,and Atella felt rather shy to present herself in such clothing.

"...Yes sir..?" She asked Divinious timidly, remaining behind the door as she stared at him with one eye.  

[Zahzi]

"It's a bright, new day, and one full of opportunity!" Divinious chimed, before giving a quizzical look at how she opened the door.
"...Oh! Right. Well, you'll find a new outfit for you in that chest near the wall for you." he chuckled nervously.

"Once you've put it on, come on out and we will get started."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

Atella stared at the Divinious with quiet curiosity. He was an odd man, odder than she had expected. Then again, she honestly wasn't sure what to expect out of this man.

She glanced at the chest he mentioned, staring at it and curious as to how she didn't notice it. Then again, Atella wasn't really interested in exploring late last night nor this morning.

"...What's in it?" She asked, looking back to Divinious.  

[Zahzi]

"Your clothing and armor." Divinious replied simply.
"I do hope it fits."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

Atella nodded once to the man as she gently closed the door and went to the chest. She stared at the wooden case curiously, wondering what he could have possibly put inside for her to wear when she only came here the previous night.

She sighed, pushing her curiosity and anxiety out of her mind as she opened the chest..

A few minutes later, the door cracked open again, but Atella remained hidden behind it.
"It.. It fits.." She reported quietly.  

[Zahzi]

"..Something wrong?" Divinious asked, tilting his head.  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Why did you bring me here?" She asked immediately.

"I murdered someone. I should have died."  

[Zahzi]

"You did it in defense." Divinious replied, looking at her.
"Why should you die for that?"  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"I'm.. I'm a slave. I'm not suppose to do those things.." She pressed.

"I did something wrong."  

[Zahzi]

"Many would go along with that, but not me." Divinious told her.
"Hell, if it were up to me, I would have just hired you to help around here instead of what you are doing here."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Why not just buy me as a slave then?" Atella asked, popping the door open a bit more.

"I saw others get away with purchase."  

[Zahzi]

"The others wanted blood. And I wanted a servant, not a slave."