Post by Regulus on Sept 14, 2006 19:47:55 GMT -5
Name:
Regulus Atticus
Age:
Twenty-eight years
Gender:
Male
Occuptation:
Slave
Personality:
Looking at him now, one would rarely think that this ragged sort of person dressed in the simple garb of a slave with scars to prove his beatings was once the pride of the Carthagian Navy, and this impression is by no means encouraged by his manner, which is completely different from the modestly confident and humourous personality Regulus possessed during his time as a free man. Now, he is quiet and not at all extraordinary, which comes of avoiding unwanted attention in the form of those feeling the need to beat up someone who can't fight back in addition to simple desire not to be found or noticed. He is not shy, however—that one trait simply could not be stamped out of him—and is not at all afraid to state an opinion if he has one he feels is worth sharing, though asking him questions about himself will provoke a cold response or a shrug regardless of who's asking. Few take kindly to a Carthagian presence so soon after head-to-head conflicts with the opposing superpower, which is still fresh in the minds of the Roman public. Regulus is quite intelligent and still has a cool, level head that makes him a cold, calculating tactician and fighter—such skills often come in handy in the rough neighborhood where he lives and works when street violence erupts so commonly around him as well as on the decks of a war galley. Underneath the casual exterior he normally presents to the public, however, lies the soul of the naval officer he once was, though that has remained deeply buried since his surrender beneath the crushing reality of grief, hate, and rage.
Height:
5'10''
Weight:
147 lbs
Appearance:
Regulus is tall and quite thin, narrowly built overall, though broad in the shoulders seeing that as a teenager he was bulkier and heavier set. During adolescence, he grew into his frame somewhat and adapted the look of a lean rapier rather than a heavy saber, which suits his aristocratic bearing and finely boned features much better. Made strong and fit from life as a soldier and beforehand as an avid athlete, Regulus has excellent stamina and lung capacity that often has led to him testing his limits while swimming offduty. He presents a dark featured, shadowy face with black hair and high cheekbones that is offset by his odd lighter gray eyes, while some would expect a pair of matching ones in shades of brown. Life in captivity has taken its toll on this face, however: Regulus has become thin on the point of appearing gaunt, bringing his angular looks into even higher relief in addition to whiplash scars across his back and a permanent nasty slash across his right temple.
Favourite things:
Sailing, swordfighting, literature, especially plays and novels, writing an occasional poem, contests of wit, storms. In captivity, women are usually unaccessible to a common slave, but back home he toyed with the affections of several beautiful yet intelligent members of the opposite gender.
Least favourite things:
Being a slave, chains, calm weather, rats, being looked upon as less than an equal.
History:
Born of a wealthy, influencial Carthaginian family, Regulus spent his childhood years in relative happiness. He received the best education money could buy, lived in a mansion kept by several servants, and was free to pursue his interests at his parents' expense. Despite the temptations such a life brought, he was not a spoiled child: his father, a strict, old-school retired naval commander, made sure his son was always aware of the dangers of exploiting power and was not afraid of disciplining Regulus if he felt it was necessary.
At the age of seventeen, Regulus attended the best military school in Carthage, his family's influence landing him a top spot without the irritation of having to pay. He excelled in most of his classes, especially navigation, a key piece of knowledge for any sailor, and swordsmanship, which he had an undsputable natural talent for that his teachers recognized and polished so he quickly was able to become a deadly, ruthless fighter. After eight years in training, Regulus finally graduated with flying colours and held the rank of lieutenant on his first assignment on board the Patrificus, a war galley with a good crew and a captain with a legendary reputation. He learned much from two years of war at sea and was under serious consideration for promotion from his captain--before their ship unexpectedly hit a reef one night off Sicily.
The Patrificus sank quickly and to great loss of life: as far as Regulus knows, he and another officer, Garius, are the only ones who survived. He and Garius drifted on a splintered chunk of their galley's hull for four days without food or water while taking turns paddling to what they estimated was shore, keeping one another afloat and alive and becoming close friends in the process. It was on the night of the fourth day that they washed up on a nameless Sicilian beach in the fury of a storm, clinging to one another to stay together and exhausted and feverish. The next morning, they were set upon by a band of rogues hoping to find something of value on the beach after the gale and were quickly stripped of their armour, poessessions, and their freedom when the leader of the group had them dragged to the nearest port to take a ship to the slave auctions of Rome.
A day into the voyage, Garius was badly beaten when he tripped one of the thugs who was enjoying knocking Regulus around. His injuries were severe and weren't attended to beyond the makeshift bandages his companion improvised for real doctoring, and when the ship had reached port the two were seperated. The last Regulus saw of his friend, Garius was being dragged away barely conscious and protesting feebly. There was nothing his fellow Carthagian could do, and ever since he has blamed himself for the whole situation.
Regulus was put up for auction after two weeks spent being interrogated at an army outpost, which is where he accumulated many of his scars, and from the hints the auctioneer gave the crowd before he was sold he is a prospective gladiator...
Picture:
Regulus Atticus
Age:
Twenty-eight years
Gender:
Male
Occuptation:
Slave
Personality:
Looking at him now, one would rarely think that this ragged sort of person dressed in the simple garb of a slave with scars to prove his beatings was once the pride of the Carthagian Navy, and this impression is by no means encouraged by his manner, which is completely different from the modestly confident and humourous personality Regulus possessed during his time as a free man. Now, he is quiet and not at all extraordinary, which comes of avoiding unwanted attention in the form of those feeling the need to beat up someone who can't fight back in addition to simple desire not to be found or noticed. He is not shy, however—that one trait simply could not be stamped out of him—and is not at all afraid to state an opinion if he has one he feels is worth sharing, though asking him questions about himself will provoke a cold response or a shrug regardless of who's asking. Few take kindly to a Carthagian presence so soon after head-to-head conflicts with the opposing superpower, which is still fresh in the minds of the Roman public. Regulus is quite intelligent and still has a cool, level head that makes him a cold, calculating tactician and fighter—such skills often come in handy in the rough neighborhood where he lives and works when street violence erupts so commonly around him as well as on the decks of a war galley. Underneath the casual exterior he normally presents to the public, however, lies the soul of the naval officer he once was, though that has remained deeply buried since his surrender beneath the crushing reality of grief, hate, and rage.
Height:
5'10''
Weight:
147 lbs
Appearance:
Regulus is tall and quite thin, narrowly built overall, though broad in the shoulders seeing that as a teenager he was bulkier and heavier set. During adolescence, he grew into his frame somewhat and adapted the look of a lean rapier rather than a heavy saber, which suits his aristocratic bearing and finely boned features much better. Made strong and fit from life as a soldier and beforehand as an avid athlete, Regulus has excellent stamina and lung capacity that often has led to him testing his limits while swimming offduty. He presents a dark featured, shadowy face with black hair and high cheekbones that is offset by his odd lighter gray eyes, while some would expect a pair of matching ones in shades of brown. Life in captivity has taken its toll on this face, however: Regulus has become thin on the point of appearing gaunt, bringing his angular looks into even higher relief in addition to whiplash scars across his back and a permanent nasty slash across his right temple.
Favourite things:
Sailing, swordfighting, literature, especially plays and novels, writing an occasional poem, contests of wit, storms. In captivity, women are usually unaccessible to a common slave, but back home he toyed with the affections of several beautiful yet intelligent members of the opposite gender.
Least favourite things:
Being a slave, chains, calm weather, rats, being looked upon as less than an equal.
History:
Born of a wealthy, influencial Carthaginian family, Regulus spent his childhood years in relative happiness. He received the best education money could buy, lived in a mansion kept by several servants, and was free to pursue his interests at his parents' expense. Despite the temptations such a life brought, he was not a spoiled child: his father, a strict, old-school retired naval commander, made sure his son was always aware of the dangers of exploiting power and was not afraid of disciplining Regulus if he felt it was necessary.
At the age of seventeen, Regulus attended the best military school in Carthage, his family's influence landing him a top spot without the irritation of having to pay. He excelled in most of his classes, especially navigation, a key piece of knowledge for any sailor, and swordsmanship, which he had an undsputable natural talent for that his teachers recognized and polished so he quickly was able to become a deadly, ruthless fighter. After eight years in training, Regulus finally graduated with flying colours and held the rank of lieutenant on his first assignment on board the Patrificus, a war galley with a good crew and a captain with a legendary reputation. He learned much from two years of war at sea and was under serious consideration for promotion from his captain--before their ship unexpectedly hit a reef one night off Sicily.
The Patrificus sank quickly and to great loss of life: as far as Regulus knows, he and another officer, Garius, are the only ones who survived. He and Garius drifted on a splintered chunk of their galley's hull for four days without food or water while taking turns paddling to what they estimated was shore, keeping one another afloat and alive and becoming close friends in the process. It was on the night of the fourth day that they washed up on a nameless Sicilian beach in the fury of a storm, clinging to one another to stay together and exhausted and feverish. The next morning, they were set upon by a band of rogues hoping to find something of value on the beach after the gale and were quickly stripped of their armour, poessessions, and their freedom when the leader of the group had them dragged to the nearest port to take a ship to the slave auctions of Rome.
A day into the voyage, Garius was badly beaten when he tripped one of the thugs who was enjoying knocking Regulus around. His injuries were severe and weren't attended to beyond the makeshift bandages his companion improvised for real doctoring, and when the ship had reached port the two were seperated. The last Regulus saw of his friend, Garius was being dragged away barely conscious and protesting feebly. There was nothing his fellow Carthagian could do, and ever since he has blamed himself for the whole situation.
Regulus was put up for auction after two weeks spent being interrogated at an army outpost, which is where he accumulated many of his scars, and from the hints the auctioneer gave the crowd before he was sold he is a prospective gladiator...
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