Thread: Blood, Death, Love? |Lagertha x rskde|

He was born in a Germanic tribe just a few hundred kilometers away from Roma, captured during the initial Roman invasions of the savage tribes. Young men were captured for the Pits, and the women captured for prostitution rings. The men of course were murdered for their savage and unroman ways. For years the boy enslaved by the Vitus family had trained to fight in gladiator matches for the entertainment of the Roman people and its nobility, a nation that had been erected from blood and soil of the city states around Roma. Naturally, he developed a friendship with the noble girl who had shown him a trace of kindness, despite their relationship developing divided by iron bars, it was still strong by the time both of them were considered adults. Boy turned to man in a few years, his gladiator name became Lucius, as assigned to him by the Vitus nobles and their cruel trainers. The name meant 'light' and was given to him because of his fairer tone compared to the other more tanned gladiators, while he wasn't exactly pale, his skin tone was certainly a lighter tan. But the name slowly developed into the Christian meaning of the name as his ferocity in combat was observed, showing nothing but cruelty and deadliness in the field, particularly when he was paired with other gladiators. This made him not only a spectacle for the Vitus family to observe, but a trophy for them to wear proudly, the Germanic boy that they turned into a deadly Roman gladiator. Because of his achievements in the Pits, he was allowed to attend the parties that the Vitus family put on for the other noble families, but he was never really interested in being picked to fuck one of the servants in the center, though it happened to him a few times, he had managed to avoid it. Most of his time at the party was spent against the wall, sometimes speaking to the Nobles about his victories, though he had trouble communicating with them considering he was not a fluent Latin speaker, he only really had enough knowledge of the language for a basic conversation and understanding the 'Kill' or 'No kill' order in the Pits. The Germanic man stands at 6'3, as he is a thoroughbred gladiator. He sports a fair head of black hair and a pair of light blue eyes, foreign to the Latin population and a sure fire mark of his Germanic ancestry. He sports a very muscular build, the only clothing he wears is leather pants and boots connected to a strap that went over his shoulder, basically showing off his entire upper torso. His eyes flick to the center of the room, shaking his head at the overly enthusiastic couple fucking for the pleasure of the nobles around them, it was no secret those two were having relations outside of the parties, it was just pure luck that the nobles paired them together this time. Love and relations outside of the parties were strictly forbidden, in fact if they were caught they would more than likely be executed by the heads of the Vitus family, maybe even put on display as an example for the rest of the Vitus family servants. Lucius turns his head to see Amor, the woman who had treated him with respect and grace when they were younger, leave the room, wearing her beautiful dress. He moves away from the wall when he feels he won't be spotted and walks out to the balcony, resting his arms against the railing of the balcony. Something on your mind? He asks her with the raise of his eyebrows, watching her for a moment before looking back out at the city laid out below them, the many lights of candles dotting the horizon. Personally I've always disliked these parties.. But of course holding my tongue is what I do best. He says with a chuckle, raising his hand to his shaven face and coughing softly into his hand, the dusty and sex-scented room had really gotten to his nostrils.