Post by Qui Gon hem on Apr 14, 2012 15:57:33 GMT -5
Age: 3 Months Gender: Male
Born a slave in a far away desert pride Qui-Gon chaffed against the authority of his masters, becoming defiant and bitter. Such acts of defiance have cost him greatly throughout his short life with severe beatings, endless days in the dark, cold, bloodstained dungeons and many scars that mar his young body. He longed for a life outside the chains of slavery but knew that such wishes would bring the death of him so he continued to act out and show a rare bravery never before seen in a slave by taking the punishment of other onto his shoulders to spare them the pain of the lash and starvation or what ever horrors the dungeon masters could conjure up.
One day, He and some other young slaves are sent out into the desert to bring back a kill made by the lionesses of the pride. While the guards are distracted by a scavenging pack of hyennas, he makes his escape. Running for days he staggers to the bank of a river, starving, thirsty and delirious enough not to realize he crossed the boundary of his old pride's lands and into anothers. He staggers to a cave near a bubbling stream where he passes out in the cool shelter. This is where he is eventually recaptured and drug back to the pride in chains. He is severly beaten by his owner and thrown in the dungeons, left fot dead. He survives, barely, thanks to the help of a kindly guard by the name of Bakari.
One day, new lions come down to the dungeons and inspect the gaunted, gangly youth. Money is exchanged and he is loaded into a caged caravan and shiped across the desert to a new land. Sparta, the home of the legendary military force. Herded into a lage colosseum he is inspected once again and sent down to the barracks and thus begins his life as a gladiator.
Born a slave in a far away desert pride Qui-Gon chaffed against the authority of his masters, becoming defiant and bitter. Such acts of defiance have cost him greatly throughout his short life with severe beatings, endless days in the dark, cold, bloodstained dungeons and many scars that mar his young body. He longed for a life outside the chains of slavery but knew that such wishes would bring the death of him so he continued to act out and show a rare bravery never before seen in a slave by taking the punishment of other onto his shoulders to spare them the pain of the lash and starvation or what ever horrors the dungeon masters could conjure up.
One day, He and some other young slaves are sent out into the desert to bring back a kill made by the lionesses of the pride. While the guards are distracted by a scavenging pack of hyennas, he makes his escape. Running for days he staggers to the bank of a river, starving, thirsty and delirious enough not to realize he crossed the boundary of his old pride's lands and into anothers. He staggers to a cave near a bubbling stream where he passes out in the cool shelter. This is where he is eventually recaptured and drug back to the pride in chains. He is severly beaten by his owner and thrown in the dungeons, left fot dead. He survives, barely, thanks to the help of a kindly guard by the name of Bakari.
One day, new lions come down to the dungeons and inspect the gaunted, gangly youth. Money is exchanged and he is loaded into a caged caravan and shiped across the desert to a new land. Sparta, the home of the legendary military force. Herded into a lage colosseum he is inspected once again and sent down to the barracks and thus begins his life as a gladiator.
