Name: Donavon RiceGaian Name: CuddlyDeathprincess
Age: Probably Twenty two
Gender: Male
Sexual preference: Doesn’t really matter to him, sex doesn’t interest him, but if asked point blank he would say Heterosexual
Race: Human
Physical Description/Picture:Very strong and very muscular. There are a couple of tattoo on him one on his left arm reading… “NUMQUAM CEDE” ((Never give up)) in sprawled out lettering. There are some tribal tattooing representing some of the fights he has been in on his right arm. Across his back there is one last tattoo saying, “Me Concede Virtutem” {{Grant me strength}} Also there are scars on his back from whippings.
Collar(s) and Charm(s): Blue – Obedient obeys everyone
Purple – Protective
Shield – Guard
Sword: Protective of their master
Wolf: Loner
Hammer: Hard labour worker
Skills/ Abilities: Is a well trained fighter has been doing it for more than half his life.
Biography: Donavon used to be a rather loud and curious child. He always found some way to get himself into some sort of mischief. He loved exploring out of the reach of his parents, how were very inattentive anyways. At the age of seven he was going on one of his adventures around his “bad” neighborhoods. A slaver happened to be in the area and after seeing Donavon alone for quite some time he figured he could be sold to some woman how had no child. Stalking the seven year old for more than a couple of blocks the slaver set upon him. The small boy fought back violently and valiantly, but what can a seven year old do when they are already caught up tightly. The Slaver recognized that perhaps he could see Donavon to a wealthy man who bought slaves regularly to fight in arenas for him. Taking the small seven year-old there he was instantly tossed into the ring with another young boy about the age of nine that was also looking to be bought by a rival slaver. Donavon beat him soundly with more of feeling that he would die if he did not.
The man bought the coal haired boy that day and threw him in to a world of violence and structure. Of course he tried to escape many times. And of course each time someone would have to go and fish him back in. The master knew nothing of these troubles mostly because he didn’t like the idea of money getting away from him and would blame the older slaves and slave handlers, instead of the young boy. They whipped him each time he was brought back. It wasn’t till he was about eleven that his handler was changed to a retiring fighter slave named Eaton, who found a way to make Donavon behave and actually enjoy his training to become a fighter. Years went by and Donavon kept on winning fights in inner circles of his home. And at age sixteen was debuted in his first fight. It wasn’t a long battle and Donavon squarely knocked out his opponent in less than five minutes.
More years went by the master was married had a daughter. On his daughter’s fifth birthday all the slaves of the house were lined up in neat row. The small girl held on to her father’s hand as he told her to pick out the one she wanted most. Donavon then was nineteen years old a silent more stern version of his former self. The little girl walked away from her father and down the row of men, women, and fighters. Tripping near the bright blue eyed boy he knelt quickly grabbing her before she hit the ground. “I want this one,” She said loud enough for everyone to hear… Her father was going to refuse but she started crying. So Donavon spent at least two hours with her everyday.
Now being twenty two, Donavon has received many praises of being one of the best fighters in history. His master was getting a big head and making outlandish bets on the boy. The last fight he was in the bet was losers slave goes to a shop. Thinking the fight to be a push over Donavon’s master agreed. The slave that was brought into the ring to fight Donavon looked human enough, but once the fight began the human looking male showed his demonic side. And though Donavon fought bravely and hard he was beat after the seventh round.
Now Donavon is in the slave shop with no hope of seeing the world he once knew again.
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