[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 460px; font-size: 14px; line-height:13px][justify]being torn away from his fiancé's arms was no easy thing to get over though forcing the one whom brought her death to choke on his own blood and pass in the most painful way possible was a start. spartacus was formally a champion gladiator. not from will, but sheer force. the heavily scarred lion was demanded to fight in the roman auxiliary- seeing as he and his men were treated like shit, spartacus was pushed past his point and committed continuous acts of rebellion and murdered two roman soldiers. he was soon found with his fiancé, caught off guard; both were separated from each other and forced into slavery under roman higher ups. the lion was sent into execution in a gladiator ring against three other romans. sadly for them, the pure rage which bubbled within him for being torn from his fiancé's side, only caused him to home the god of war himself and slaughtered all of the romans soldiers. in a gladiator ring, it was really the crowd who determined your fate; and in spartacus case, the crowd roared for his live to be seen in the ring as a gladiator once again.
that was many moons ago and a story for another time. broken and hurting, here stood the sorrel hued lion beside the border of the avalon empire. the murdering of the one who took sura's(his fiancé) life helped lift a bit of his tainted conscious but alas it didn't heal his inner fatal scars. spartacus loved her more than life itself. she was the sun, never to rise again. cobalt steeled gaze travelled throughout the territory, muscular build shifting from beneath his thick sepia fur. a full-tang high carbon steel double-edged blade with a solid wood hilt, leather-wrapped grip, and steel-trimmed pommel and guard resting upon his flank within a leather holster. his arena sword is 32” in overall length with a 24-inch blade, a deadly weapon. "spartacus. here to join." deep, rough vocals boomed throughout the empty atmosphere. he wasn't one to dwindle about wasting time, rather than straight forward and blunt. the lion was hardened by the mass of lives he had taken in the gladiator ring, coming off as closed off and aggressive- but if one actually obtained his trust, which was a very difficult to actually uphold, his usual humorous and protective side shone.