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 Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 10:52 am
Username: headshotgunnyName:Mercia Gender:female Race:human Weapon (s): sword, shield, cestus Room:18 Breif description:A boyish young girl, wearing a bandana and loincloth and sandals.Pale , freckles skin, brown eyes and short wild hair. Burly and sporticv built. 
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 6:18 pm
Knowing the character behind the character: Full Username:headshotgunny Online or shortened name:hg or gunny or Kat Name IRL: Katja Age:15 Birthday: November Gender:female Sexual Orientation:les General Location (or time zone) IRL:middle europe Occupation: student Interests and Hobbies:rpg, rowing, wrestling, history, drawing, dogs, nature, metal, comics Favorite Music: metal, osts, classics, Demon Hunter Favorite Color:green and blue Favorite Element:water Favorite Animal: Dogs/Griffins Dislikes:rudeness, sissies, rap, techno, managers, Future Goals: becomming a historian, winning at my three sports Misc.:Ahh I am here for fun, I love to talk and help and I am a bit freakish sometimes Something Completely Random:I wear blue shorts today
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 6:30 pm
Information list: Mercia is a boyish young girl in her early to midd teens and ever since she was sold as a pitfighter for breaking the nose of her owners daughter she was trained for batte.Well okay she is burly and storng for her age and even gifted with some talent but she is no epic warrior. She does face opponents head on, fights fair but rough and simply tries to survive the carnage. Outside of the pit she is timid, friendly and will spend the most time playing flute, thinking or so. She is the perfect example of a hard shell and soft She looks pale and is heavily scarred already what stands in quite a contrast to her very childish looks. core.  weapons:sword, small shield,dagger amor:manica(swordarm/shoulder protection) copper grieve.  She is also quite a good flute-player, entertaining her self and any who likes to listen, it is her way to get in touch with her inner voice almost like some kind of meditation.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 6:37 pm
Luna's face, the moon, already stood in it's full at the darkblue evening-sky over Coreelia, it's pale light drowning the hills and streets of the imperial city in dark-white shades.
A cold evening that folowed a very warm day.
Inside the main atrium of the ludi, the gladiators school,stood a whole row of newcommers, fresh meat for the arena.
Seqilius, on of the schools most experienced doctores, combat-trainers, walked the line of humans up and down. Sillently, not one single word left his lips but he fixed them all, one after a nother, with his one, dark-blue eye left below this bushy, grey eyebrows..
Many of them where tall and strong, good material to work with. Men, and one or two women to, he could shape into worthy beings, fighters wo would aprt from their babaric selfs by demonstrating martial virtus, almost worthy to a real Roman, just by dieing or delievering death in the sands.
Death and glory await.
Some of them may have been prisoners of war and some slaves, one of them even was a freeeman, a volunteer, daring this just for money and fame, or despair. Seqilius didn't care.
Now it was time for him to speak for there was a tradition that had to be honored. They alll had to swear the same oath, say the same the words.
Seqilius has heard them offen and he was sure it wouldn't be the last time now. Just different faces and voices.
He just ahd to tell them to do so, make them do so.
„Listen dogs. You are now part of something greater. We'll make you fight for people of glorious Rome, you'll fight and die with strenght and honor: We'll make you, even you, examples of what a strong body with an even stronger mind is able to endure and do! You'll sweat for an idea, you'll bleed for the crowds favor and die for it's cheers. Maybe they'll love you for doing so and you will love them in return“
Seqilius didn't care for the many different expressions on the faces before him. So neither he nor any of the guard around took any notice of the disgust and disdain of a slim athonian „boy“ among the newcommers.
„So say the words we told you and keep them ny your babarian hearts!“, Seqilius spoke on.
He had told them to do so and they did it, pride came up in his chest.
Twenty voices where shouting the sam words:
„Uri, vinciri, uerberari, ferroque necari!“
The meaning was simply and complex at the same time: We swear to endure burning with fire, shackling with chains, to be whipped with rods and killed with steel“.
Mercia had to force the words up her throat, it almost made her lose the lunch she didn't eat.
The burning with fire was a clear thing, she and all the new tirones, the new gladiators in training,where marked with the lanistas, the schoolos owner, sigil some mere minutes ago. Temachea didn't know yet how she managed to kep her mouth shut as white-hot iron burned and shared the skin on her upper-leg and tears shot into her eyes.
Right now there was nothing but soaring painin the whole leg and she had to fight hard to hide it.
The heavy slave chains on her tired arms and aching neck explained the shackling with chains.
The wipping with rods wasn't a nice thought at all but surly nothinh worse then the beatings from her stepfather, the legionaires or her former owner. What made her feal lost already was the thought of a sword tearing trough her flesh. To be kiled with steel. Vae victis she thought to her self.
Mercia was quite sure that her first fight would be her last but she wouldn't pass the river Larax leading to her ancestors halls whitout trying to survive. Giving the bloddy empress and those bastards a good show at least.
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