Spartacus, Past Legends | A Spartacus RP, Can you Survive the Sacramentum Gladiatorum and Battiatus's reighn? | (Not started/Accepting 6)

[Ghoulish]

[spoiler= The Start to a Slave]

You hear the circling motion of a wheel slowly moving along a sand covered road. Your eyes see nothing but darkness as you struggle to maintain your sitting composure. The light sound of the circling wheel had come to a stop and so to has the chariot carrying you and 5 other unknown figures. The once calm trotting of the chariot was now replaced by the roar of a large crowd outside the barriers of the chariot. Suddenly a door opens, the blinding light of the outside world engulfed the innards of the chariot, you attempt to block the light with your hands only to notice that seperating your hands from each other is impossible as it they are bound by rustling chains. As your eyes become accustomed to the light an arm moves in from the light grabbing the chains that bind your hands, suddenly, you are thrusted out of the chariot.

As you sit on your knees, you watch as light strains of blood seap from your face and hit the floor beneath you, you pant continuously and slowly raise your head, what do you see? 100's of buyers in front of you and 5 other kneeling men all of whom are in chains. The bright sun spread its majesty through the area as the countless roars of the screaming buyers pierce the area. You look to your right another man sits on his knees in chains, you look to your left, a guard wearing full armour maintains his grasp of the handle of his tucked away sword.

Only 2 voices are recognisable to the ears of the 100's of villagers, the seller who is constantly keeping a tab on the appeals of the buyers, and...

"100 Rupees, for the lot!" The restless crowd now stood silent. You lift to your head directly to face the front of the group of buyers, a man walks to the front, a reasonably short man with very short hair and a skinny face. "100 Rupees."

"Sold! To Batiatus!" The sellaer approved causing Battiatus to smirk.

"Perhaps next month comrades!" Battiatus called to the villagers who all grunted and walked away. Battiatus turns to you and grins a large grin. "Welcome, to the house of Battiatus!"
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[spoiler= RP information]

This is a gladiator type RP, If you haven't watched Spartacus I suggest you do before applying for this RP.

This RP also involves Rupees (money). You will eventually be able to earn Rupees by performing certain events and winning fights.

With Rupees you will be able to purchase Armour and Weapons from the Market.

You are bound to the walls of the house of Battiatus, it is advised you be obediant to him, don't think you can just take all the guards out, you are not trained like a gladiator so you know borderline nothing at this point.

Will be accepting 6 Gladiators

Some existing characters will be in the RP NPC's who I will control

At specific times I will be holding a "choice" scenario in which you choose to perform certain actions, some will have concequences and others will not, choose wisely.[/spoiler]

[spoiler= Rules]
- ALL YCM rules apply
- No GODMODDING or anything of the sort
- No OOC only posts
- Respect all
- My word is final
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[spoiler= Apps]

Name:
Age:
Gender: (Must be Male)
Personality: (2 lines i dont expect calm and collected, to cool, doesn't really talk)
Appearance: (pic or description, the cloathes they wear are mere cloth like underwear type of clothing
Bio: (how they were captured especially)
Village: (their home village they were taken from)
Main Attribute: (Strength, Speed, Agility, Durability, Endurance, Heart) Choose 1
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[The Amazing Avian]

Name: Nero
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Personality: Determined and cunning, will keep finding ways to stay alive in the most heated situations and thinks ahead of his opponent. Will usually volunteer to take the more difficult tasks and in the games will take on the strongest opponents offered. Has a sense of pride at the fact that he is of Spartan blood and believes that he will be a great gladiator or that he will perish at the hands of another greater warrior. Will not accept defeat while he breathes, and will prefer to die in battle than be dishonored.
Appearance: Tan skin and long unkempt hair tied in a ponytail. He has a small size and is a bit muscular. Wears ragged clothes that were provided by the slave traders. Asked his new owner to use the armor his father used when he was a gladiator and the Mohawk topped helmet that is traditionally worn by Spartan warriors.
Bio: He was born in what used to be Sparta. His father was captured and forced into the gladiatorial games and his mother committed suicide after his death at the hands of a mysterious masked gladiator. He was only a baby at that time and he was found by another person who lived in the village after his mother had died. She raised him until he was 16 and she was captured by Carthaginians during a raid and forced into slavery along with both Agrios and her husband. Agrios managed to escape the slave traders and remained a fugitive for 2 years, during which time he came to father a child with a woman from Athens (this will be relevant later on). He was captured by another group of slave traders and forced into the gladiatorial games because he managed to knock one of the slave traders out.
Village: Sparta
Main Attribute: Heart

[Ghoulish]

Accepted

my character:

Name: Crotos Arcadius
Age: 22
Personality: Crotos is a brute, said to be ruthles in battle, although his only sense of discipline come sin serving his dominos. He treats everyone else like dirt as he considers himself above everyone else. He will often rely on his overwhelming strength matched with fluent technique to overcome his opponents.
Appearance: He has short dark brown hair that spikes up at the back, he is quite taanned and stands at 6"0 tall, he is also very muscular, but the kind that tells you he is fit, he for soem reason wears a wripped peice of cloth around his bicep. His face is clean cut.

Bio: Betrayed by the roman empire his village, Phillitite, was destroyed, however Crotos managed to escape with his little brother, he was merely 10 at the time and his brother only 3. Crotos and his brother were on the run for many years, they often camped out in safe ennvironments and force food from travellers they cam across. Althugh his little brother didnt like doing it it was a nsseccity for the two to survive. Philitite once worked with the roman empire to defeat the Carthrage army, the two seemed to have a formal alliance that didn't look to wear off, however, with Philitite growing and leanring of efficient training methods and weapon smithing, the roman empire saw it fit to take the village out.

Krotos cursed the roman empire but valued the life of his little brother over the seek of vengeance. One day when the two travelled towards the Mountain cliff to pass into a village that was said to be across the mountain, they were ambushed by the romans 10 to 2 on a narrow 5 metre wide path that led over the mountain while surrouned by a long fall. Crotos did everything to protect his little brother suffering various slash wounds that would put an ordinary man to his death, his brute force allowed him to live, he mangaed to push 2 over the edge sending them to their deaths, he then however, was struck through the gut, he fell to his knees in agony. all he could do was watch as the captain of the roman group took his brother who was only 14 and pierced his chest then let go of him over the edge, overwhelmed Crotos burst into tears then reached out for his brother able to grab his shirt preventing his fall however the captain ripped the shirt with his sword sending him to his death.

Crotos has lost the desire for vengeance.

Village: Philitite
Main Attribute: Strength

[Spartan919]

Reserve please.

[The Amazing Avian]

Is this even going to happen?