Post by Kara on Mar 20, 2010 17:22:51 GMT -5
Character Name: Kara
Sex: Female
Age: 23
Position: Good
God/Mortal/Amazon/centaur/valkery,Exct: Mortal
Appearance: Kara is 5'6" tall with shoulder length brown hair and green eyes. She has a lean, wiry physique. Her body is covered in scars of various sizes from her time in the arena. She has a tattoo/brand on her right shoulder which was 'given' to her by her last owner so that she could be easily identified.
Personality: Kara rarely speaks to anyone and tends to avoid becoming too attached to people (by the second time her owner forced her to kill someone she had befriended for his sadistic pleasure she had learned her lesson). She has serious trust issues with strangers as her former owner (and most of the people involved with the arena's she has fought in) regarded her as little more than a animal who they used to make them money and Kara tends to assume that everyone will act the same. Her attitude is beginning to slowly change now that she is no longer a slave. She still feels guilty about the people she killed in the arena.
History: Kara was born in Pompeii and her mother was a slave to a Roman nobleman. Kara's mother had explained to her as she grew up that she was a member of a tribe of amazon women who had been captured while pregnant by the Romans, they had threatened to kill her if her mother hadn't complied. Her mother her mother finally saw an apportunity for both of them to escape when Kara was 14.
When the escape attempt failed the Senator ordered that her mother was execured in front of her. Instead of being killed as well Kara was sold into slavery, the Senator deciding that he could make a profit by selling her.
Her new owner was the master of a school of gladiators. Kara was sent into with no training to provide a training exercise for another gladiatrix. After proving herself by by killing her opponent Kara was given training. Over the next seven years Kara's life entered a repeated cycle of learn new techniques, go into the arena to (most often) kill an opponent, heal the wounds inflicted on her then repeat the procedure. She gained a reputation as one of the premier gladiatrixes in Rome.
The one other gladiatrix which she befriended was a woman called Niome who claimed to be a captured amazon. They became one of the best gladiatorial duos in the empire and later, lovers until she was forced to kill Niome in the arena (a Senator had decreed that one of them had to die in the arena or both of them would die, Kara vowed revenge on him). Before dying, Niome gave her her Right of Caste (although Kara didn't find out what that meant).
Finally, when she was being transferred to another arena and the group she was in was in a forest Kara saw her chance. She decided that she would rather most likely die fighting a half-dozen armed guards unarmed and unarmoured than kill again for someone else's pleasure. She killed one of the guards and took the keys to the cage she was being carried in, then killed the other guards and ran before anyone could discover she had escaped.
Sample Rp: As she ran through the forest Kara tried to work out what she was going to do. When one of the guards escorting her to her new owner had stepped too close to the cage with his back turned to her Kara had acted instictively.
After breaking his neck Kara had grabbed his key and sword and freed herself. The three remaining guards had not presented much of a challenge. She had suffered worse injuries than the cut across her right ribs in the arena before with no problems.
Of course, she had realised since then that as soon as she had finished in the arena she would have had her injuries seen to. Instead she had ran into the woods bordering the track and was still running, her gladiarorial outfit (consisting of sandals, leather straps covering the bare minimum to keep her decent and not a whole lot else) covered in blood, some the guard's but (Kara guessed) a lot more her own from the wound on her side. She was starting to feel a little light-headed.
Kara instinctively dropped into a roll as she suddenly burst from the wood onto a track with the forest on the other side. She looked either way up the track as she tried to get her bearings. Wishing again that she had brought a scabbard for the sword she had taken from one of the guards Kara moved up the track, follwing the sound of running water while listening for anyone approaching. She smiled as she saw a small stream cutting across the track.
Kara sank to her knees beside the stream and started to wipe the blood, sweat and dirt from her face. The need to keep moving was somewhat complicated by the fact that she was thirsty, hungry and exhausted as well as dressed in her arena fighting gear, which didn't conceal very much and probably would make her stand out somewhat in polite company. After drinking enough water to feel somewhat better Kara looked at the wound on her side. Judging by the amount of blood her initial guess of how bad it was had been wrong. Her almost complete lack of medical knowledge probably made things worse.
After trying to work out what to do Kara gingerly started to clean her wound, the reult of which was enough pain to make her cry out (not to mention nearly pass out). She slumped onto her uninjured side, trying to avoid making any more noise as she listened to see if anyone had heard her.
Secret Word: Bacon bits.
What you plan on doing with the character: Stay free and get revenge on the Roman senators who wrecked her life. Otherwise, try and find Niome's tribe and tell them what happened to her.
Sex: Female
Age: 23
Position: Good
God/Mortal/Amazon/centaur/valkery,Exct: Mortal
Appearance: Kara is 5'6" tall with shoulder length brown hair and green eyes. She has a lean, wiry physique. Her body is covered in scars of various sizes from her time in the arena. She has a tattoo/brand on her right shoulder which was 'given' to her by her last owner so that she could be easily identified.
Personality: Kara rarely speaks to anyone and tends to avoid becoming too attached to people (by the second time her owner forced her to kill someone she had befriended for his sadistic pleasure she had learned her lesson). She has serious trust issues with strangers as her former owner (and most of the people involved with the arena's she has fought in) regarded her as little more than a animal who they used to make them money and Kara tends to assume that everyone will act the same. Her attitude is beginning to slowly change now that she is no longer a slave. She still feels guilty about the people she killed in the arena.
History: Kara was born in Pompeii and her mother was a slave to a Roman nobleman. Kara's mother had explained to her as she grew up that she was a member of a tribe of amazon women who had been captured while pregnant by the Romans, they had threatened to kill her if her mother hadn't complied. Her mother her mother finally saw an apportunity for both of them to escape when Kara was 14.
When the escape attempt failed the Senator ordered that her mother was execured in front of her. Instead of being killed as well Kara was sold into slavery, the Senator deciding that he could make a profit by selling her.
Her new owner was the master of a school of gladiators. Kara was sent into with no training to provide a training exercise for another gladiatrix. After proving herself by by killing her opponent Kara was given training. Over the next seven years Kara's life entered a repeated cycle of learn new techniques, go into the arena to (most often) kill an opponent, heal the wounds inflicted on her then repeat the procedure. She gained a reputation as one of the premier gladiatrixes in Rome.
The one other gladiatrix which she befriended was a woman called Niome who claimed to be a captured amazon. They became one of the best gladiatorial duos in the empire and later, lovers until she was forced to kill Niome in the arena (a Senator had decreed that one of them had to die in the arena or both of them would die, Kara vowed revenge on him). Before dying, Niome gave her her Right of Caste (although Kara didn't find out what that meant).
Finally, when she was being transferred to another arena and the group she was in was in a forest Kara saw her chance. She decided that she would rather most likely die fighting a half-dozen armed guards unarmed and unarmoured than kill again for someone else's pleasure. She killed one of the guards and took the keys to the cage she was being carried in, then killed the other guards and ran before anyone could discover she had escaped.
Sample Rp: As she ran through the forest Kara tried to work out what she was going to do. When one of the guards escorting her to her new owner had stepped too close to the cage with his back turned to her Kara had acted instictively.
After breaking his neck Kara had grabbed his key and sword and freed herself. The three remaining guards had not presented much of a challenge. She had suffered worse injuries than the cut across her right ribs in the arena before with no problems.
Of course, she had realised since then that as soon as she had finished in the arena she would have had her injuries seen to. Instead she had ran into the woods bordering the track and was still running, her gladiarorial outfit (consisting of sandals, leather straps covering the bare minimum to keep her decent and not a whole lot else) covered in blood, some the guard's but (Kara guessed) a lot more her own from the wound on her side. She was starting to feel a little light-headed.
Kara instinctively dropped into a roll as she suddenly burst from the wood onto a track with the forest on the other side. She looked either way up the track as she tried to get her bearings. Wishing again that she had brought a scabbard for the sword she had taken from one of the guards Kara moved up the track, follwing the sound of running water while listening for anyone approaching. She smiled as she saw a small stream cutting across the track.
Kara sank to her knees beside the stream and started to wipe the blood, sweat and dirt from her face. The need to keep moving was somewhat complicated by the fact that she was thirsty, hungry and exhausted as well as dressed in her arena fighting gear, which didn't conceal very much and probably would make her stand out somewhat in polite company. After drinking enough water to feel somewhat better Kara looked at the wound on her side. Judging by the amount of blood her initial guess of how bad it was had been wrong. Her almost complete lack of medical knowledge probably made things worse.
After trying to work out what to do Kara gingerly started to clean her wound, the reult of which was enough pain to make her cry out (not to mention nearly pass out). She slumped onto her uninjured side, trying to avoid making any more noise as she listened to see if anyone had heard her.
Secret Word: Bacon bits.
What you plan on doing with the character: Stay free and get revenge on the Roman senators who wrecked her life. Otherwise, try and find Niome's tribe and tell them what happened to her.
