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Gothic
 Posted: Apr 13 2017, 08:31 PM
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This is the thread where you may request to have a part of your character's profile edited. Due to misuse in the past it has now been restricted as to what now is edited. Even staff will have to go through Gothic and let her know what they are editing in their profile as well.

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Safia
 Posted: May 21 2018, 05:53 PM
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Nerf this. t(-_-t)


Hello! I spoke with Gothy about this and have more than just one part I'd like changed in order to have Thelonius' app make sense with how he's shaping up to be as I'm writing him.

Player Name: Safia
Character Name: Thelonius
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Taller than most, Thelonius is well suited to the role he plays.  He is not as muscular as some, but is able to carry the [i]scutum[/i] and [i]manica[/i] of the [i]murmillo[/i] with relative ease.  Broad shoulders, in combination with his height and frame, lend his bearing a rather intimidating cast, something that he uses to his advantage.  He moves with the absolutely surety of one who knows precisely what his body is capable of, the knowledge of those limits paid for in pain and blood.

He bears dozens of scars, most having faded into insignificance.  Three remain prominent, however, and impossible to miss: a wicked sunken discoloured thing that begins in the upper left of his hairline, curving down across to slash across his forehead, ending just above his right eyebrow.  A small trio of rounded, evenly spaced circles mar his upper right thigh. The final set crisscross his upper back, rolling raised stripes that he bears with belligerent pride, the main cluster most pronounced between his shoulder blades.

Thelonius wears his hair cropped close to his skull; if allowed to grow it is both wavy and curly.  Facial hair — when he chooses to have any — is always neat and meticulously trimmed. Most surprising perhaps, is when he genuinely smiles: the rare expression sits crookedly on his face and lips, the corners of his blue eyes unexpectedly crinkling.


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Taken from his homeland at a very young age, Thelonius has only vague recollections of where he is from — sunlight and green, gold, silver, bronze, music and laughter, the son of a king.  Then the music and laughter stopped.  He remembered being somewhere underground, and swords.  Then water, and being violently ill.  Then faces, unknown then, but as familiar to him now as the scars on his body; he would know those faces anywhere, would remember them until the day he died.

They had been servants, there for the master’s pleasure, and they took pity on him, bringing him under their proverbial wing.

He grew accustomed to the threat of whip and lash, though somehow was shielded from the worst of the master’s displeasure and — more importantly — from the other, larger slaves.  He spent most of his time outside, helping where he was told to, feeding chickens only to chase them afterwards, digging up and moving rocks, repairing fences and mending nets, perpetually sunburnt with dirt embedded beneath his nails.  


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At fifteen, he killed his tormentor.  One of them anyway.  There was no rhyme or reason to it; the man simply had the unfortunate — or fortunate, depending on how one looked at it — luck of remaining pressed to Thelonius’ prone body.  Something broke within him that night, the rage that had merely seethed beneath his skin surging forth in a boiling haze of savage fury that demanded release.  Blood filled the half-crescent grooves of his nails, caking together with the dirt as he beat the man to death with his bare hands.

They found him sitting next to the body, dazed and disoriented.  Thelonius remained silent, blue eyes unwaveringly steady, that rage, that fury, protecting him from feeling any sort of regret or remorse.  He was not sentenced to an immediate death, and rumours about why that was so began circulating.  He was whipped, then whipped again and again, bound to a tree in the main courtyard.  By the time the third set of lashes was administered, he fell unconscious and was not expected to survive the night.  When dawn came, he still breathed, a wheezing, thready thing, but he [i]still breathed[/i].

Some claimed that he clung onto life through sheer spite; others believed that it was some sign from the Gods.  Whatever the reason, Thelonius eventually woke to find himself somewhere utterly unfamiliar, greeted by faces that were not at all happy to see him.

He had been sold.

Recovery was slow, though he was quick enough to understand his new role.  Gladiator.  He would bring wealth and fame to Ludus Dacicus, or he would die in the effort.  Entertainment and profit would still be made from his death, though Thelonius was not overly fond of the latter idea.  If he was to die, he would make it as difficult and as costly as he possibly could.  With that echoing in his head, along with the utter conviction that he was indeed the son of a king, these served as his new mantras.  He threw himself into the training and the lifestyle.  It was here that he adopted his peculiar verbal quirk, finding great amusement in the way his formal, reserved way of speaking seemed to infuriate others.  By his eighteenth birthday, it had become more than just habit.

Because of his past still hanging over him like a roiling cloud, it was first decided that he be trained as [i]cestus[/i].  Some weeks later, as [i]dimachaerus[/i], before finally being settled into the role of [i]murmillo[/i] less than a month later.  No explanation was given, and by this point, Thelonius knew better than to question aloud.  He speculated, of course, but could not find any answers that would satisfy.

Thirteen years have passed since then and he still lives.  If anything, he seems to be thriving.  He is too valuable to kill outright, earning both lanista and ludus wealth and fame, and not a single moment passes that he is not aware of that fact.  He enjoys toeing the dangerous line between open defiance and silent acquiescence, collecting punishments the way another might collect lovers.


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Gothic
 Posted: May 21 2018, 11:00 PM
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Edited and updated, Safia. <3
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