For consideration... One Roman, ex legionary blacksmith. Marcus or "Dux"
: Blacksmith. Specializing in blades and armour.Gladiator Type:
N/A. If he were to fight he would logically fight as a Murmillo. As a result he favours these fighters.Age:
Marcus is tall at six foot and well built. Muscle goes with the job and he was a soldier. Even if he wasn't working he would keep himself fit and healthy. Also part and parcel of the job are the myriad of small scars on his arms from flying sparks and crackling charcoal. His skin is toughened and darkened from the forge and soot and the constant grip and use of his tools. His hair and beard reek of smoke after a few days of work.
He has a tattoo of an armillae on both of his upper arms and 'S Q P R' on the back of his right hand. He is seldom well or cleanly dressed, but there is no point of being either in his line of work. He does however take regular baths.Personality:
Marcus' default position on life is gruff indifference. He is equally disparaging about the gladiators and the owners. One group he accuses of being soft and effeminate and the other of never getting their hands dirty or doing a hard day's work in their lives. The world has not been an easy place for him at times and he's hard back. At least until you get to know him that is. Underneath that gruff exterior is a calm, confident man who knows that he might not be as quick as he once was, but that his strength is undiminished. That his experience and knowledge are great and that he is very good at what he does. Marcus has seen it all before and is not easily flustered or intimidated. Neither does he back down easily or lose face. His anger is slow to rouse and when slower to settle and is mighty. He might not be a young man or a Gladiator, but he was a soldier of twenty five years service and can handle himself accordingly.
Secretly he is very attached to both the fighters and his employers and is quietly, but fiercely loyal to both. He would also be very happy to have his heart put back together if he could ever find someone to replace his dark eyed girl. He would never admit to any of these things to anyone he did not absolutely trust though. Currently no one has earned that trust.
There is one thing that he does not compromise on: No one, but no one uses his tools or his forge. Anyone who does can expect him to be very, very angry about it.Bio:
Marcus has worked hard for everything that he has. It might not be much to someone like the master, but everything that Marcus. He was born into a large, poor family and got into all sorts of trouble as a youth. Then when he was old enough he joined the army to escape the poverty and hopelessness. The army fed and clothed him, gave him purpose and drive. Later it would give him a craft too. Sadly he got very little opportunity to visit his family. Returning from one campaign he found they had gone, vanished and no one knew where.
He returned to the army and learned a trade. He claims it was so he wouldn't have to dig ditches and lay roads, but is undeniably good at what he does too. Marcus spent the next ten years learning and then honing his skills, going wherever the army took him. It was during this time that he won his silver armillae. He doesn't talk about how he won them, but it was a reminder of this event that he had them tattooed on his upper arms. He only wears the torcs themselves on high days and holidays. When he does they are always immaculately polished and bright.
At the age of forty his service was complete and he left the army, set himself up a little shop, bought a dark eyed slave girl and tried to settle down. It didn't work out. The shop lost money because all he wanted to make was blades and repair armour and all he got were dull sheers and horseshoes. He could have tolerated that as it made a living, but then his dark eyed girl who was with child died of that child and he sold up and moved on as soon as she was buried. The army wouldn't have him again, but the ludus would and he is at home with the routine, the yelling, the training and the stream of work to fill his days. He is happy, well not exactly happy, but at peace with himself.Character's Ons:
I'm not sure. I think it rather depends on how he develops. Character's Offs:
Pain. Blood. Messy stuff like that. He does not approve of orgies or men fondling other men. He sees both as foppish Grecian weakness.Player's Ons:
See above.Player's Offs: