Crixus
Legacy Name: Crixus

"Aaaaah, the arena..."

The sound of the applause and noise can be heard in the background as Crixus tilts his head up to listen. He closes his eyes and sighs, slowly lowering his head and turning it towards you.

"There is nothing better than that sound, the sound of the people wanting blood and death for their own entertainment. And of course, I am here to give it to them."

He walks past you and puts up his sword and shield away, removing his armor. You can see scars and fresh wounds all across his body, sweat dripping from his face as he takes a bowl of water and splashes it all over his head. He sighs heavily and puts his clothing back on, using a cloth to wipe the blood from his body.

"This is not the life I would have chosen. I was taken from my village and sold into slavery, somehow ending up here fighting for my life every time I step into the arena. I've fought so many and won but at what cost? When I first started here, I thought being the Champion was everything. Coin and fame but of course, its not just what its all cracked up to be. I want my freedom, I dont want to be fighting for other peoples entertainment. Everyday, I wake up wondering if it will be the last time I see a sunrise, the last time I see what life has left for me."

Crixus turns with his back to you, head lowered as he waits for the gate to open, a carriage waiting for him in the distance.

"If you happen to see me again, hopefully it will be under better circumstances and that I wont be covered in fresh blood and wounds. Take care, stranger..."

(Crixus also has armor plates on all his legs and scars all over his body. He also has spiky black hair that falls over his left eye, and a scar over his left eye as well. He also has spiked armor on his tail.)