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Spartan has a minion!

Glory the Sparta




Spartan
Legacy Name: Spartan


The Bloodred Paralix
Owner: Rayen

Age: 15 years, 7 months, 3 weeks

Born: August 5th, 2008

Adopted: 15 years, 7 months, 3 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: August 5th, 2008 (Legacy)


Pet Spotlight Winner
August 7th, 2010

Statistics


  • Level: 120
     
  • Strength: 300
     
  • Defense: 300
     
  • Speed: 300
     
  • Health: 300
     
  • HP: 300/300
     
  • Intelligence: 300
     
  • Books Read: 292
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Talent Scout






About The Pet:

Behold, my lovely Spartan! Inspired by one of my favorite Frank Miller Comic Books, Spartan is named after the legendary warriors of the battle of Thermopylae. I have studied Ancient Greek and Rome most of my life and am not ashamed of my knowledge of it. My pet Knossos also falls under this category. Spartan is my second battle pet and will be training his stats to 300 in all fields, including IQ. His training will be complete then. I chose a "300" theme for him despite the movie's horrible historical inaccuracies because of how visual the cinematography of the movie is. That and Sin City are by far ground breaking in style in my opinion.

Artwork
Old Concept Art By Me
New Art By Me







About Me:
Name: Spartan
Pronounced: Spar-tan
Means: A citizen of Sparta, Courageous in the face of pain, danger, or adversity.
Nickname: Spars
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Species: Paralix [BloodRed]
Height: 5 feet
Length: 10 feet
Weight: 500 lbs [Mostly Muscle]
Sexuality: Straight
Occupation: Fighter, Personal Guard
Theme Song: Bodies-Drowning Pool
Personality: Rigid, Stubborn and Loyal
Familiar: Glory the Sparta
Element: Hell-Fire/Fire
Equipment: Various Swords, Shields, Whatever is in the armory.



My Allies...
These are my closest friends, speak with them of your own accord but be warned, no NOT harm them.

I train with You.
We shall fight evil, together!
I will slay your beast!
BE GONE Demon!



My Past...


"When the dragon was born, like all Spartans he was inspected..."

When I was born, I didn't seem to be anything special, I just any other dragon assigned to a unit of soldiers as transportation and as a defensive measure. Though I was still young, a mere hatchling I was trained how to fight and could hold my own against those twice my age and size. Yet, most of my kind by that point in their life had developed a new pelt which came in an array of colors mine retained its solid red hue while some of my friends took the path of peace, gliding in the sky or turning to the darkest depths to become things of nightmares I remained the same.



"He was baptized in the fire of combat. Taught never to retreat, never to surrender..."

It was in my first time in combat; however my true coat and destiny would reveal itself. As I grew in strength my coat just grew darker as time went on to the point it was a rich charcoal. Unlike other black dragons of my kind, my hair remained a rich red hue which only seemed to puzzle the elders, given most who had that pelt where not as calm as I seemed and where in fact, locked away until times of war, or dire need. The old ones said, 'They have a taste for blood and wear the fate of their fallen enemies as a badge of honor.' Though I didn't give it much thought, I did find myself being less and less careful during training.



"They... they came with beasts from the blackness. With their and claws and fangs they grabbed them. Everyone... but me..."

It was in my in my 16th year of life that I was given a true test of my powers. Sent into battle with my friends we were ambushed by large caravan of Nightmarish creatures, attempting to steal the gold we had gathered in attempts to reach the Sacred Lands and appeal to the Oracle for guidance. Despite all our training and preparation of combat, the forces from the Darkside where too much for my unit to bear, I watched my friends fall and perish all around me. It was then I felt rage, an emotion I was not familiar with. Launching myself at my enemies I slaughtered dozens but ultimately I slipped into unconsciousness. Though as I lay on the battlefield, bathed in the blood of my enemies I saw a white blur leap over me and wield a sword that sent ice shards flying in a dazzling array of colors, I had never seen such a weapon in my life.



"Spartan gives testament to our blood line. His roar is long, and loud..."

Despite being defeated I awoke under a pair of eyes that stared at me mercilessly, the bright blue-white orbs seemed to be staring into my very soul. I lunged, feeling threatened only to be knocked onto the flat of my back, my own burst of fire from my lungs seemed to do nothing to my opponent. Baffled I looked up at the large tiger-like creature that rolled its eyes and promptly wandered over and sat down next to a young human who looked at me. Asking if I was alright, I bared my teeth and backed up, preparing myself for battle, only to fall face to face with the same tiger-creature again, and equally bearing its fangs back at me. With a sigh, I laid down, muttering and awoke later to hear the elders of my tribe talking to the girl.



"I'll Come back with my shield, or on it."

Sitting rather ridged as the elder of my tribe spoke; he explained to me that the girl was a coach for the world's gladiatorial battles. I had only heard of the Coliseum, it was spoke of in whispers among my kind, given few had ever ventured far enough to find it. Feeling that I could truly grow from the wealth of knowledge the human seemed to have, I asked the elders for permission to leave the valley and train abroad. I had no idea of the amount of weapons there where in the world or just what I would be able to train with. I was quick to learn however, I was not as strong as I had thought, the girl's tiger-like creature was far stronger then myself. If Liger was that strong, where others as well, how would I fair on a global scale? Eager to find out I jointed the young artist and her faithful companion.




My Life Now...

"Spartan! What is your profession?!"

And so, now I train alongside Rayen and Liger, with a true sponsor who is willing to give me whatever equipment I desire it is nice to have freedom to fight when I choose fit. While I have left a life of war behind me, I will always continue fighting. My Allegiance to my new family, my sword, my shield, are theirs and theirs alone. Cheer for me in the Arena, won't you?



Pet Treasure


Sacred Ground

Pet Friends