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 Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 5:40 am
Name: Itius from Danemon, son of Corostas Age: 32 Race: human Abilities: none Appearance:  His face is that of a woman – delicate and soft – with hazel eyes and long chocolate colored hair as long almost to his thighs. Even though he looked like a woman he still was flat chested and had slightly broad shoulders. History: He’s a eunuch soldier from the army of Sparta. In a battle as he chased down his opponent down a forest he saw as the battlefield changed and he appeared in a strange forest, later to find out that he was in another time and had to accommodate to it. Because of some of his feminine qualities he is shunned from society, the same characteristics that made him a god in his time. The whole ordeal has made him feel like the gods have abandoned him but always tries to show a strong face since a Spartan warrior never shows pain. Weapons: Sword and eight foot spear Magic: Strength: *** Agility: **** Speed: ***** Control: *****
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 7:05 am
It was Greece, in a time where that area of the once small world was in eternal war with each other. The Athens and the Spartans were always in battles to show who was the strongest. After that it was the Persians, which the Spartans were not afraid of. When they told the great Spartans that the arrows of the Persian army made the day night, a Spartan soldier answered, “Good news. We’ll fight in the shade!” They were raised to be the greatest warriors. Itius was no exception. His family was sold as slaves when his grandfather couldn’t pay all his debts. He was bought by a plump man that had a vine garden. He shared a small tent with two other kids his age, eight, and became as brothers. The man didn’t have mercy for his slaves and worshiped a pagan god that asked for human limbs as sacrifice. The owner finds out that her only daughter was sterile and thought that his god was mad at him. In an attempt to help her daughter he asked for one of the children for sacrifice. Two tall, tanned, and strong servants dragged a screaming Itius to the forbidden room where the owner did the sacrifices. They tied him to the table as the owner did his chants and spells. The smoke of the incense covered the room and the only light was that of the candles decorating the statue of the pagan god. The servant girls that worked inside the house hear what was going inside worried for the little one. A scream came out of the room, so loud that it made the door shake. The eldest of the slave girls, a cripple old woman with only one good eye, found the energy to run to the tent with Itius’ to friends and brothers, Croso and Teitas, which were waiting for itius to come back. The slave girls dispersed when the owner came out of the room. They were two scared to go back in, but one of the slaves that dragged him inside got the courage to walk in, slowly, in tip toe, to the kid’s side. He covered the boy with the cloth that decorated the table where he was placed to bleed to death, and carried him, running back to the tent before the owner would find out who he was. The old lady tried to heal him as much as she could but there was nothing she could do. Itius would be a eunuch and will slowly look like a woman. From that moment on the three brothers grew a strong bond that will carry them to the end.
None of the slaves said who took Itius out of the room
By the age of fifteen they were turned to slaves of the field, working long days under the hot summer sun. Itius by now looked like a girl: a feminine face and voice. The only thing that made him masculine was his strength and his attitude. The owner shunned him and made him do hard work, but his brothers were always there to help him. One day they decided they were tired of being slaves and wanted to be free. One cold night as the owner slept with his wife the slaves made sure to be away from the walls and to get the guards drunk with wine. Teitas, Croso, and Itius jumped up the wall and ran into the night with plans of going to Sparta and becoming citizens. They found a way to falsify the papers necessary and soon after were inside the Spartan community. They were excited by the military and fighting aura in the Sparta and got used to the environment, but it took some time to get used to the soup they ate in the community cafeterias, a vile black-colored soup made from the parts of the pig, cooked in blood, salt and vinegar, something that most outsiders would call repulsive.
-No wonder the Spartans are not afraid of death - some would say.
The brothers trained alone in a small space away from people. Spartans trained without clothes, and to make Itius comfortable with his condition they his from all the others, until they were found. None of the other soldiers cared for his condition; they actually worshiped him, thinking he was a messenger from the god Apollo to help them in battle. So they adjusted well, except when it came to marriage. Croso married a young girl with the ocean in her eyes and the smile of Aphrodite. Teitas was a heartbreaker and preferred the rush of hunting for woman. Then he decided to have someone there just in case he was alone, Itius. He felt used, especially more when his brother Croso made him his lover. After months of confrontations they decided to end all carnal relationships. They were brothers, after all.
By twenty they became warriors and went to war. They fought like if Apollo held them in battle, shooting their spears at the enemy, breaking their heads open, knocking riders from their horses, slitting throats…no one enjoyed stepping on the corpses of their comrades, the smell of blood and excrement in the air and in their bodies, but the feeling made them feel as close to the gods as they could. Soon they grew to be respected warriors, especially Itius. More and more he looked like a woman, but having a soul of a lion made him very important for the generals, and the perfect man for all the lonely soldiers. He kept his distance from most, because his bigger lover was the soul of the battle.
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 7:06 am
Once they earned their respect as warrior, the three brothers took a trip to the land where they were kept as slaves. They went in the middle of the night in one of the days that they knew their old owner was in the forbidden room worshiping his pagan god. They waited for the slaves to dim the lights for the night and used the shadows to get to the room. They found him kneeling in front of the statue of the god; his hands covered in blood, his hair now grey but were still as fat as ever. Itius was the first to move, as agile as a puma he moved to the owner and grabbed the back of his robe, making him fall on the floor. The owner cursed the man as Croso and Teitas dragged him to the same table where the owner destroyed Itius’ body. Once lying down on the table he recognized the faces of his old slaves, now older and sterner from the battlefield. He pleaded like a child for his life, rivers running down his face and spits of drool from his mouth. The brothers had no mercy for him; they took out their short swords and slice their old owner like a pig, blood spitting out from all sides and waterfalls of blood dripped down to the floor. The owner dies with its eyes bulging out and his tongue out like an animal, its intestines decorating the top of the bloated body. No one saw what happened and they left as they came in, like shadows.
The warriors made parties where they drank until faint. Itius didn’t enjoy them much, but he did enjoy the free wine. He was talking to his brothers one fateful day in a party; his head livid, his legs wobbly; he stretched his hands to his brothers and smiled,
-Grab me!- he fell forward but his brothers, also drunk, moved to the side and he fell on top of another soldier: a tall man and well built, tanned skin for so much training in the sun, and his hair and beard dark brown and so curly one could put their fingers inside the small curls. Seeing what he did the livid feeling of the wine left his body and he sat down avoiding the eyes of everyone else. The man took a piece of fish and offered it to him:
-Eat it. This fish has traveled from long distances to kiss your lips.
From that day Itius saw more of the man, named Aluc, and after so many attempts by him to attract his attention he finally fell in love. He agreed to live in his house and be together with him. Aluc didn’t marry, making his family not happy with his decision:
-I only need you. I don’t need a wife.- he kept a gold coin tied around his neck when Itius decided to be with him -I have you, something worth more than gold. What am I going to use the money for now that I have you?- Itius kept a bronze coin around his neck, being the only coin in him at the time. They fought side by side in battles and had a great connection. Many warriors wanted Itius for themselves, but nothing could split them apart.
One battle the Spartans marched down to the battlefield to face the Persians. As the marched Aluc changed his eight foot tall spear to his other side and grabbed Itius hand:
-My love, if something happens in this battle, take care of my body. Don’t let the Persians destroy my body.
-I will never let them do that. I promise no one will touch you. Promise me the same thing, beautiful Aluc.
-I promise you. May Apollo keep us safe.
As the battle raged on they fought for their lives. Itius kept his eyes out to the general as he pierced the bodies of his enemies. In a second his whole sight went blank as he felt in his face the warm flow of blood in his head and the body of his lover falling on the ground. He looked to see Aluc’s body with the wound of a spear that pierced right through his eye and his head. He wanted to kneel by his side but he remembered his promise. He saw the person that removed the spear from his lover’s face and stabbed him right through the neck and kept on killing, not for Sparta, not for Apollo, not for the battle, but for Aluc. Once back to Sparta Aluc’s family made the preparations for the ceremonies of his funeral. The family threw him out the house and cleaned the place:
-He was a good son. He came back on top of his shield like a true warrior. Too bad he didn’t left us a child to love.- they looked at Itius as the only one responsible for it. Aluc’s father felt pity for him and let Itius take one thing from his lover. Itius went to Aluc’s body, making the mother shriek in pain and the sisters sob.
-I won’t let you take my son’s body.- Itius took the gold necklace and entwined it with his.
-This is all I want.
Itius didn’t cry for the whole ceremony. He saw as the other soldiers played sports and feasted in his fallen comrade’s name. He didn’t cry as he saw his lover’s body being burned in a great fire that was taller than their spears and more powerful than the jaws of the great Egyptian crocodiles and then put underground were his lover’s trip down to Hades would begin. After all the commotion he sat on top of his tomb, his long chocolate hair covering his face, a hand on the entwined necklaces, the other hand’s nails on the soil hoping that it won’t go away. Teitas and Croso walked to him but didn’t dare to get closer. The air seemed heavy as the sun set and the cold air of the night came upon them. Teitas walked to him and knelt down, putting his arms around itius delicate body. All of itius restrains left his body as the tears came to his eyes and soaked Teita’s clothes. The hand, once in the soil, was now holding Teitas; his whole body shook.
-He promised me a lifetime!- That was all he could say. Croso didn’t move as tears came down his face seeing his brother in such state. The last word Itius said was –I would give Apollo my soul if he would let me have just one more minute with him.- Teitas helped him up and they took him back to Croso’s house.
After that day Itius spend all his life in the military service until he rose up and went to battle in a white horse. No men came to his life even though he told his brothers he had moved on. His life was in killing the ones that opposed Sparta and to serve Apollo in the temple. He spent most of his time in the temple, praying for one thing, to find someone to love.
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