Brutus
04-06-07, 10:31 PM
Name: Brutus De Ronheart
Age: 28
Race: Human
Hair Color: Dark brown
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Height: 6’3”
Weight: 233 pounds
Occupation: Ex Gladiator
Personality: He’s a very gentle man if you mean something to him. Very soft hearted and caring. His temper is very tolerant; it usually takes a lot to get him worked up, a person who believes in team work and strategy. Brutus usually takes sympathy on his enemy, but sadly, it was a different story long ago. It was either they die or he did.
Appearance: Brutus has a very tough and fitted body. He looks like someone you wouldn’t want to get in an arm wrestling match with. His jaw is strong and his facial features blocky. Looks like he could use a nice shave because his face is ruggy.
Skills: Brutus had learned many skills through his days of being a soldier and then a gladiator, not only did he become average in swordsmanship, he also learned some more below average skills in Blunt weaponry, such as spiked clubs and maces, Heavy weapons like two handed swords and heavy axes, Spears (along with throwing spears), and lastly archery, which includes bows, cross bows, and throwing knives.
With his other weapons other then the sword, he can pick it up and at least know the basics of fighting with it, but isnt the best at it. The more he trains with them, the better he will become in time.
He had to learn to fight with these weapons because he never knew what he’d be left to fight with while in the ring in front of hundreds of people.
Equipment:
Sack, waterskin, flint/steel, three torches, gladius, light spear, tower shield, studded leather armor (which he used to wear as a gladiator), boot knife, sleeping bag, extra set of clothing, wedding ring, and some jerky/rations.
History:
Brutus was trained as a boy to be a soldier. Ever since the day he was born the government chose him to be a killer. When he would reach the age of six years old, he would be taken to be schooled and trained in the arts of the sword. Brutus lived happily with his mother and father for the first six years of his life before he was taken in to schooling.
As the boy grew, so did his knowledge of the sword, he became the best in his class, his teachers were impressed. When he hit the age of fourteen, he felt something he’s never felt before. Love. One day, while being trained to block with a shield, he saw a young girl about his age. She had beautiful blonde hair and sparkling green eyes. He fell in love with her at first site, which interfered with his schooling. They kept in contact and grew to love one another deeply, so they married and had two children, A daughter and a son, the daughter being the eldest of the two. By this time, Brutus was a full pledged soldier and was always leaving. He never really got to see much of his family, always to busy going to battle and returning home with a new battle scar.
When Brutus had hit the age of twenty, he lived in a rough time, everyone was poor because the taxes were raised so high. The soldier’s income was lowered as well and Brutus couldn’t support his family. The senate planned to put them into slavery since they couldn’t pay off their debt and Brutus would continue to live out his life as a soldier. Of course the man was enraged by this and wouldn’t let him take his family. He went as far as to commit treason by killing a man of the senate. For his punishment, they hung his wife before his eyes, and afterwards shipped off his two children to be slaves. They no longer made Brutus a soldier; instead they made entertainment out of him, sending him off to be a gladiator. The deal was, if he could prove to be the ultimate killer, he would eventually be set free, as a free man. Brutus, wanting to see his children again, agreed to their will. A whole eight years he did nothing but kill and sleep. Eight long years that felt more like a century or two.
The Gladiator proved to be the best by showing no mercy on his victims and was finally set free. Unsure if his two children still live today, he prays that he will one day find them, so that they may live as a family once again.
Age: 28
Race: Human
Hair Color: Dark brown
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Height: 6’3”
Weight: 233 pounds
Occupation: Ex Gladiator
Personality: He’s a very gentle man if you mean something to him. Very soft hearted and caring. His temper is very tolerant; it usually takes a lot to get him worked up, a person who believes in team work and strategy. Brutus usually takes sympathy on his enemy, but sadly, it was a different story long ago. It was either they die or he did.
Appearance: Brutus has a very tough and fitted body. He looks like someone you wouldn’t want to get in an arm wrestling match with. His jaw is strong and his facial features blocky. Looks like he could use a nice shave because his face is ruggy.
Skills: Brutus had learned many skills through his days of being a soldier and then a gladiator, not only did he become average in swordsmanship, he also learned some more below average skills in Blunt weaponry, such as spiked clubs and maces, Heavy weapons like two handed swords and heavy axes, Spears (along with throwing spears), and lastly archery, which includes bows, cross bows, and throwing knives.
With his other weapons other then the sword, he can pick it up and at least know the basics of fighting with it, but isnt the best at it. The more he trains with them, the better he will become in time.
He had to learn to fight with these weapons because he never knew what he’d be left to fight with while in the ring in front of hundreds of people.
Equipment:
Sack, waterskin, flint/steel, three torches, gladius, light spear, tower shield, studded leather armor (which he used to wear as a gladiator), boot knife, sleeping bag, extra set of clothing, wedding ring, and some jerky/rations.
History:
Brutus was trained as a boy to be a soldier. Ever since the day he was born the government chose him to be a killer. When he would reach the age of six years old, he would be taken to be schooled and trained in the arts of the sword. Brutus lived happily with his mother and father for the first six years of his life before he was taken in to schooling.
As the boy grew, so did his knowledge of the sword, he became the best in his class, his teachers were impressed. When he hit the age of fourteen, he felt something he’s never felt before. Love. One day, while being trained to block with a shield, he saw a young girl about his age. She had beautiful blonde hair and sparkling green eyes. He fell in love with her at first site, which interfered with his schooling. They kept in contact and grew to love one another deeply, so they married and had two children, A daughter and a son, the daughter being the eldest of the two. By this time, Brutus was a full pledged soldier and was always leaving. He never really got to see much of his family, always to busy going to battle and returning home with a new battle scar.
When Brutus had hit the age of twenty, he lived in a rough time, everyone was poor because the taxes were raised so high. The soldier’s income was lowered as well and Brutus couldn’t support his family. The senate planned to put them into slavery since they couldn’t pay off their debt and Brutus would continue to live out his life as a soldier. Of course the man was enraged by this and wouldn’t let him take his family. He went as far as to commit treason by killing a man of the senate. For his punishment, they hung his wife before his eyes, and afterwards shipped off his two children to be slaves. They no longer made Brutus a soldier; instead they made entertainment out of him, sending him off to be a gladiator. The deal was, if he could prove to be the ultimate killer, he would eventually be set free, as a free man. Brutus, wanting to see his children again, agreed to their will. A whole eight years he did nothing but kill and sleep. Eight long years that felt more like a century or two.
The Gladiator proved to be the best by showing no mercy on his victims and was finally set free. Unsure if his two children still live today, he prays that he will one day find them, so that they may live as a family once again.