Horoth Chainbreaker
| Age 45 |
| Gender M |
| Origin The fighting pits of Gromm |
| Occupation Knight of Anathaeum (Formerly Gladiator) |
A field Sworn of the Knights of Anathaeum.
"Let me speak to you of a home you cannot know, of a father who never taught you and a mother who never held you close.
Let me tell you of the darkest places in the earth and the darker things men do there.
I had killed another before I felt the wind on my face or saw the sunset over the seas.
Let me tell you of what it is to fight for yourself for the first time in your life!"
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"It wasn't a life. There were days, long days of darkness and fear, broken by the sun and the crowd before going back into it... We had our pleasures of course. The food kept us strong and there were games, dice mostly and they couldn't starve us, no show in that and when we did well there were other rewards, women, men, that sort of thing. All slaves themselves. Sometimes others spoke of nobility paying to have us but if they ever came to me they did not let on and even now I wonder if I really enjoyed even that much."
"... I was last in the arena as we broke the gates. It was quiet when we left. There was no more fighting done in that place. I expected us to cry our victory to the skies then and there but we didn't, each one of us stayed quiet until we made our way to the shore and saw the ships waiting for us. The pirates from Sonshan had wagered we would not make it but we did and when they turned to collect us we cheered. We cheered so hard and so loud the sand shook beneath us."
Horoth's eyes misted as he remembered the long weeks that followed and he smirked half to himself.
"I discovered then what freedom was... and seasickness."
-Exert from a conversation with Dal.
"Let me speak to you of a home you cannot know, of a father who never taught you and a mother who never held you close.
Let me tell you of the darkest places in the earth and the darker things men do there.
I had killed another before I felt the wind on my face or saw the sunset over the seas.
Let me tell you of what it is to fight for yourself for the first time in your life!"
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"It wasn't a life. There were days, long days of darkness and fear, broken by the sun and the crowd before going back into it... We had our pleasures of course. The food kept us strong and there were games, dice mostly and they couldn't starve us, no show in that and when we did well there were other rewards, women, men, that sort of thing. All slaves themselves. Sometimes others spoke of nobility paying to have us but if they ever came to me they did not let on and even now I wonder if I really enjoyed even that much."
"... I was last in the arena as we broke the gates. It was quiet when we left. There was no more fighting done in that place. I expected us to cry our victory to the skies then and there but we didn't, each one of us stayed quiet until we made our way to the shore and saw the ships waiting for us. The pirates from Sonshan had wagered we would not make it but we did and when they turned to collect us we cheered. We cheered so hard and so loud the sand shook beneath us."
Horoth's eyes misted as he remembered the long weeks that followed and he smirked half to himself.
"I discovered then what freedom was... and seasickness."
-Exert from a conversation with Dal.
Appearance
| Height 5'11 |
| Build Power Lifter |
| Hair Dark, greasy |
| Eyes Broody |
Dark skin in sparse pieces of spiked blue armour, Horoth stands ever tall and rarely is seen without his custom (cobbled) gladiator armour which covers his head, left arm and only part of his chest.
The rest is typically a light skirt of cloth and sandaled boots but in cold weather wears a thick coat and cloak over himself.
Often prone to walking about without his helmet he sports his facial and body scars without issue save for the branded mark on his left shoulder which he prefers to keep hidden yet refuses to remove.
His face sports a thick but short beard of dark curls.
The rest is typically a light skirt of cloth and sandaled boots but in cold weather wears a thick coat and cloak over himself.
Often prone to walking about without his helmet he sports his facial and body scars without issue save for the branded mark on his left shoulder which he prefers to keep hidden yet refuses to remove.
His face sports a thick but short beard of dark curls.
Personality
Proud
Kind
Sombre
Kind
Sombre
Skills
Gladiatorial Combat, Training, Customs. Adept with trident + net, gladius + buckler, spear + shield, cestus, dagger, flail and greataxe.
Not a good rider but does manage to stay on a horse.
Strong swimmer.
Novice at reading and writing (lesson's ongoing).
Not a good rider but does manage to stay on a horse.
Strong swimmer.
Novice at reading and writing (lesson's ongoing).
Art Credit: Larry Elmore (Dragons of Winter Night)
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