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Marcius
Legacy Name: Marcius

The

Custom Angelic Paralix
Owner:

Santiago

Age: 17 years, 3 months, 3 weeks

Born: December 29th, 2006

Adopted: 10 years, 8 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: August 10th, 2013

Pet Spotlight Winner
January 23rd, 2017

Statistics

Level: 57
Strength: 67
Defense: 23
Speed: 26
Health: 63
HP: 63/63
Intelligence: 27
Books Read: 22
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

Story:

Marcius stood in a corner of his dark cell. He watched a young woman enter the hallway, walking in to Marcius' direction. She was accompanied by a soldier who appeared to be close to her age, two or three years older. The woman talked in a low voice to the young man several feet away from Marcius' cell.. Marcius could not distinguish what the two were talking about with their hushed tones, but the man appeared to be displeased. He finally nodded and left the small hallway without glancing back. Her gaze followed him until he vanished through the door.

Upon the soldier's exit, the woman turned towards Marcius. He took the opportunity to look at her. She was not very tall yet slender and her skin took on a bronze tone. Her long brown hair fell against her shoulders, and he could see that some small strands of her hair were braided. The woman wore an elegant white Roman toga, which made her skin look shades darker. Her eyes were of a dark blue, like an ocean, and her features were well-proportioned. She was beautiful. Marcius had to admit that there was something about her that attracted him, but he did not move. He remained in his dark corner so only his silhouette could be barely seen, his eyes reflecting the flames from the torches.

"What do you want here?" he asked in a dark voice that reminded her of a wolf growling. She winced and looked at Marcius, not having expected him to talk without permission. Torches only illuminated a small area of his cell and he slowly walked into the dim light. He still kept his distance from the bars which separated him from her. Marcius was only wearing some thick leather pants, normally worn by barbarians from the North. His muscles played under his tanned, bare chest as he moved.

She stared at the scars that decorated his body and she hesitated for a moment. When she realized that she had been staring for a while she looked up into his face and was surprised how young Marcius was. Her first guess was that he must be in his early twenties, not much older than herself. He had an angular face.. not really beautiful but in it's own way attractive and covered by dark stubble.

She took a deep breath as she finally was able to answer his question.
"I was curious." she stated simply.

"Curious ?" Marcius raised his eyebrows. "No one comes here to visit me because he is simply curious. You are certain there is not more you want?" his voice carrying a hint of sarcasm. It was obvious that he didn't believe her.

"Why should I want more?" She looked at him and her eyes reflected her innocence. It seemed like she did not understand what Marcius was indicating.

Marcius raised his eyebrows. He seemed to be surprised by her reaction. He looked her up like he was searching for something but obviously didn't find it.

He stepped a bit closer to the bars that separated him from the young woman, and he seemed to have relaxed. He closed his hands around the bars. If he really wanted to, he would have been able to reach through and grab her Toga. It would have been easy to pull her towards the bars and snap her neck like a dry branch. She didn't realize how close she was and stood there still looking at him, without any fear.

"So if you don't want the obvious, why are you here ? You have seen me now, but it still seems you want to stay." His voice was dark with an unexpected gentle undertone. "How far does your curiosity go ?"
He looked into her eyes, something slaves normally did not dare. The man in front of her still seemed to have his pride, unbent, unbroken.
She wanted to answer, but his quick amused smile made her stop.

"You probably should tell me your name first. I suspect you know my name already. So who are you ?" He still was looking at her, waiting.
"My name is Amara", she told him without hesitation, "You are Marcius, at least that is what they call you."

"Amara. ", Marcius slowly repeated her name. "Now I am starting to become worried." He looked at her, his hand still holding the bars of his cell. He moved his head closer so that his face nearly touched the bars.

"Centurio Casius Septimus is your father. ", his word came soft, warm nearly. Amara looked at him in surprise and nodded.

"How do you know ? " , she asked. Marcius simply smiled but remained silent. Amara looked straight into his eyes and tried to find out what the young man was up to. Not finding it, she had moved even closer to the bars, nearly touching them. It would have been so easy to grab her.

Just as Amara wanted to speak, Marcius interrupted her by gently putting a finger on her lips.
"You should go.", he told her in his dark warm voice. "If Titus finds you here talking with me you will get into trouble, as your father will. He does not like me to have people that could start to care for me. Go. ", he slowly put his hand down and all that was left was the warm feeling on her lips slowly fading.

It was the moment when Amara recognize how close she has moved toward the cell. She stepped back and nearly fled towards the door. It would have been easy for Marcius to get hold of her, standing so close. But why didn’t he even try ? She was confused.

Marcius watched Amara. The young women was nearly running through the corridor towards the door that would lead her into freedom, something Marcius would never have. He must have shocked her with his touch, recognizing that she was so close to him, left to his mercy. Most others would have used that for their advantage but Marcius was not that kind of man.He sighed and slowly vanished into the shadows of his prison, asking himself if he would see the young woman again.

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Description of Marcius:

Marcius is a gladiator in ancient Rome. His parents were killed when he was 12 years old by slavers and was then sold to a rich Roman trader. Marcius was later on thrown into the colosseum because of his rebellic behavior and disobedience to fight for his life. Against all odds, he survived and was trained in fighting. He was always able to keep his pride and is known for fighting with honor.

Surname: Gaius Aquila
Name: Marcius
Gender: Male
Nationality: Greco-Roman
Eye Color: green with golden dots
Hair Color: dark brown
Height: 1,75 m
Weight: 72 kg
Age: 24
Sexuality: Straight

Parents: His parents were killed by slavers when he was 12 years old. His uncle still lives but does not know about Marcius.

Apperance: athletic built, short cropped hair, angular nearly handsome features, not very tall, tanned. Marcius has a lot of scars from his fights. His back is full of scars from whiping.

Behavior: pride, honorably, grave, resourceful, kind, gentle, honest

Marcius (c) by Santiago
Lookup made by Santiago
Overlay made by Santiago
Art by Santiago

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