Fight to Live. Live to Fight (Accepting)

[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.)  

[Zahzi]

Gladiator Creation Chart

•Username:

•Name:

•Age:

•Gender:

•Equipment:

•History:

•Miscellaneous:

•Image:  

[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. Unlike the militants, his armor does not come with a protective mail of chain underneath, as it was taken away when Krom became a Gladiator. 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.

The actual weapons Krom uses are blades both known as Oath of Servitude. Many were made for the Odai Militants, but only Krom's were 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 very silent, even to people he knows. Only when spoken to, or (Rarely) when he believes he needs to say something will he do so.

•Image:Krom



Username: RGI

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

•Age: 25

•Gender: Female

•Equipment: Atella struggled to fit into regular soldier and gladiator armor, and moving was an impossible task. Her only options left was refined leather, thick enough it can absorb a good amount of any blow, the rare chance of stopping the blades even. However, she couldn't be completely dressed in leather from head to toe. Too many people were excited to see the first female gladiator and in order to feed the public, parts of her body were left exposed, making these openings dangerous areas for Atella, if one can get past her monstrous sized blades.
Her blades are one in a kind. While they may look incredibly heavy Atella actually finds them very light weight and extremely comfortable to handle. They were passed down to her from her previous master, originally just used in a display case. No one knows what material the blades are made of but it's light weight and extremely power, making the blades like any other sword, only on a larger scale. A single wire connects the blades, one that is nearly impossible to cut through as it is also made from the same type of metal as the blades. It's about twelve to thirteen feet long and it's believed it's original purpose was to be tied onto the belt of the warrior using them, that way if they were ever disarmed they could pull on the wire and retrieve their swords. Atella uses it in other ways, making trip wires and traps, or evening using it to restrain the enemy moments before killing them.

•History: From what little Atella could remember of her childhood, her father was a drunk and a gambler. He began his drinking habits when his wife, Atella's mother, died shortly after giving birth to their daughter. Though Atella's father never harmed her, he never really cared for her either. It's thought he only really kept her around as a bitter reminder of her mother, seeing how she had a striking resemblance to her. When she was sixteen though she was forcefully taken away from her father as he had a large gambling debt he could not pay alone with money. When Atella watched her father make no attempt to save her, she became enraged and began to fight off the men who dragged her away. She was no match for them, but she was stronger than they expected her and none of them no longer wanted possession of her, so she was sold out through the slave trade.
At the age of twenty she was sold off to her last and previous master before her days of becoming a gladiator. Much like her father, he was a drunk. A very... lustful drunk. And unfortunately for Atella she was the only female slave. One particular night when the master had more than his usual share of drinks he decided to use Atella for other services. Rather than being violated, Atella chose to stand her ground. A fight quickly broke out between the two and in an act of self defense Atella grabbed the dagger from her master and slit his throat. Of course, people were extremely unhappy to hear of the slave killing her own master and Atella was going to be sentenced to death like many others before her by the animals of the coliseum but before the sentencing could be finalized someone stepped up. Divinious Orkai. He pleaded that rather than killing Atella she should be made into a gladiator. Somehow, the government allowed this happen, but she was forced under Divinious Orkai's ownership as he was the only person who wanted her.

•Miscellaneous: Atella is very hot-headed. It's hard to anger her, but it's even harder to calm her down. Usually she resolves her anger like any other Gladiator would: Fighting. Or vent it out in an extremely violent manner.
She may not be the best of warriors, angry or calm, but she still has a way of striking fear into the enemy's heart (if human) as most women are not Gladiators, so seeing one usually surprises and scares them.
Her past is also an extremely touchy subject. She doesn't mind talking about it, but she doesn't prefer to do so either, seeing how many people still frown upon her, her actions, and Divinious Orkai's choice to save her.

•Image: Atella  

[Zahzi]

An older man walked through the outer-halls of a large home which sat at the center of a large property. From there, he could see the Trainers and Gladiators on the ground, keeping themselves occupied. Elsewhere, he could see the servants which maintained the property. This was the Orkai property. And the man was Divinious Orkai.

He moved to the stone railing on the balcony of the home and looked down at the Gladiators and Trainers once more...Only some really caught his interest...

Krom merely sat in the shade of one of the trees on the property, watching all the others train...It seemed ironic for him to be here, seeing as he already had more training then all of them combined...  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

A loud ringing broke across the property, one of swords colliding and recoiling. Heavy pants soon followed after the ringing subsided.

"Good." A trainer nodded his head, stepping back and relaxing his stance. "Next time don't allow your blade to jerk so far back on you. It left a large opening in your defense. If I had murderous intentions, like your opponents, you would be dead now."

Atella grunted in response, crouching down with her blades at her sides, glaring at the trainer. Suddenly, one blade was shot forward while the other went back, being thrown like spears. The first one landed inches in front of the Trainer, while the second one was suppose to go only a few feet behind Atella. She made a miscalculation though, causing the blade to go flying for Krom..  

[Zahzi]

The blade was caught with one hand, the blade in Krom's palm. His palm had taken such damage like this that there was no harm this time. He looked from the tip of the blade pointing at him and slowly looked over at Atella, remaining silent.  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"...Sorry." Atella nervously laughed after a few moments of an awkward silence. "I was trying to do this trick..."

"The one your previous trainer taught you..?"

"The one where I use the blades being thrown around to distract while I run on the wire, kick your head, jump behind and pulling on the wire to bring the other blade flying at you..?"

"That'd be the one..."

"Then yes. That trick!"  

[Zahzi]

While Atella looked away, Krom threw the blade inches from her face and the trainer's. It landed at the bullseye of a target seven feet away from the two. It went in deep, so it would be hard to remove it...  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

Atella had frozen up in shock, having a little bit of a flashback. A typical layout of her life up until this point and back...

"Now, now Krom.." The trainer sighed, unaffected. "Let's not get testy. Accidents happen."  

[Zahzi]

Krom, once again, remained silent. He merely stared at the Trainer with a bored expression...  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Now, seeing how you just had to THROW the blade, you can go fetch it." The Trainer grunted. He could easily retrieve it himself, but he needed his energy to train Atella. Krom wasn't doing anything besides being his normal reclusive self..

"...Rather boring... And sad..." Atella said out of no where, with a disappointed expression. "Shoulda just stabbed him..."

"What...?"

".......Nothing."  

[Zahzi]

Krom then decided to stand up and began to walk away when Divinious appeared before him.
". . .?"

"Perhaps this would be a good learning experience for the two of you..." he said, looking at Atella and motioning for her and the Trainer to come.  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

The Trainer nodded, almost instantly appearing at Divinious' side.

Atella, however, was more hesitant, making her way into the group at a much slower pace, staying a few feet back. Divinious may had saved her from a gruesome fate of being some wild beast's next meal, but she still didn't trust him completely. All he really did in her eyes is postpone her death.  

[Zahzi]

Divinious looked at Atella with an eyebrow raised and tilted his head.
"Let's see, I have a self-isolated juggernaut, and an overly cautious child who knows how to kill..."

". . ."