Okay, here's my gladiator-turned-rebel. Let me know what needs changing and what position y'all want him in so I can come back and finish the position/backstory! Name:
Off the battlefield, Akaris tends towards being approachable. While quick to respect and be respected the former gladiator is slower in forming friendships, a holdover of those days when he might be called upon to kill a friend. Having spent most of his life living at the whims of his owners, Akaris enjoys the spoils of freedom. Memories of the day he became a slave have restrained him from time to time from fulfilling some of his darker desires and he has been known to get between rapacious slaves and their prey, usually when innocents are involved. Of course, sometimes, his intercessions have only been made so he can take the prey for himself. On the battlefield, the killing instinct rises within him and Akaris merrily sends his enemies to the Underworld with no remorse. At the end of a fight, the warrior has been known to take the time to watch the life fade from a mortally wounded foe, in those moments seeing the deaths of the Romans who tore his life apart decades earlier. On or off the battlefield, Akaris shows a marked tendency to take what he wants, when he wants, the consequences be damned until later. The former gladiator also bears a lifetime of hate for the Romans, although he does accept that not all of them are deserving of his anger.Equipment:
When in battle, Akaris normally carries a matched pair of siccae, although in addition to the two curved swords he also carries a sheathed knife at his waist and a smaller blade hidden inside his boot. He prefers light to no armour, preferring mobility over protection. Skills:
Akaris is good at precisely two things, fighting and fucking, and he only ever got paid to do one of them. Akaris is a trained warrior, specialised in fighting in light armour and wielding two swords. From his father, he learned to never show fear and from his mother he learned to live in the moment. His years as a gladiator have taught him caution, cunning and patience. Backstory:
Born to a Phoenecian parents Akaris grew up in what was, while not comfortable, a loving home. That was until the region's Praefectus was visiting the town and one of his Lictors took a liking to Akaris' mother. Suffice to say, that was a day of many firsts: the first time Akaris saw his father cry, the first time he witnessed a woman being raped, the first time he saw an innocent man cut down protecting his family, the first time he tasted the blood of an opponent, the first time he killed a man and the first time he learned to hate the Romans.
For the next ten years of his life Akaris was sold from owner to owner, before eventually being sold to the Ludus in Capua. Initially not a fighter, Akaris enjoyed being around the gladiators and received more than one thump to the head for spending more time watching the warriors training than he did doing his tasks. Having grown up with a wiry physique, Akaris drew and returned the attention of one of the slave women, Denae. Unbeknownst to him, one of the gladiators-in-training, Halix, had had his eye on Denae and didn't take kindly to Akaris' involvement with her. Halix arranged for Denae's death and to have Akaris framed for the murder but made the mistake of underestimating the youth's survival reflexes. The lanista was not happy to be summoned in the early hours of the morning, especially to discover two dead slaves and a third almost incoherent with rage. Of course no evidence led back to the jealous gladiator.
The next day saw Akaris publicly flogged and sent to the bowels of the Ludus. When recovered from the flogging, the slave was sent to the arena to face judgement on its sands. He showed enough mettle that the lanista offered him the chance to become a gladiator and Akaris took it. Unsurprisingly, given his attitude and willingness to fight, Akaris took to the gladiatorial life well. Initially at odds with Halix, the two were forced to bond as gladiators following a challenging fight arranged by the crafty lanista. They were never friends, but they were brothers. Although there were several wounds and beatings along the way, Akaris did well enough as a gladiator and earned the respect and sometimes friendship of his fellows. Akaris drew the favour of several female slaves, bedding them as the opportunity arose. Akaris fought in many battles, becoming a touted dimachaeri and earning a reputation as a cunning and patient opponent.
Despite the trappings of success the lanista was careful to reward the gladiators with, Akaris remembered life before being a slave and the longing to be a free man never quite left him. His years as a fighter had taught him to wait for the right moment before attacking and the slave was able to apply this to battles beyond the arena. When the time was right, Akaris orchestrated a bloody and violent slave revolt within the Ludus before disappearing into the lands south of Capua. Knowing he was no real leader or planner, he left it to others to build upon what he had started. Many battles later, with the rebel army standing fifty thousand strong, Akaris knows he made the right decision. Leave the strategy and leadership to others - the former gladiator was just happy to be a free man, especially when that meant being free to split open Roman skulls.