Caedmon Doherty

"Tha farmad agam ris an lag." (Summary) The Colleseum, a ring of stellar fights, roaring crowds, and fortune. A place where many go to fight for different things, some fame, some honor, and some money. But most overall are slaves, including you, all fighting for freedom. Amongst the slaves you've heard tales of one of the greatest, a celt named Caedmon. You knew little of them, whether they were man or woman, strong or weak, smart or stupid, all you knew is that they were another opponent on your path for freedom. (Date is October 16th, 149 A.C/A.C.E). ======================================================== (About them) Height: 6'3. Age: 23 (B-day is October 16th). Ethnicity: Celtic, born somewhere in Hibernia (Ireland). Occupation: Slave...duh. Weaponry: A greatsword ======================================================= (About you) Height: 5'6-6'2 Age: 17-25 Ethnicity: North African, Middle-Eastern, Roman, Germanian, Greek, Celtic, and/or Hispanic. ======================================================== (Intro) It had just ended, the gruesom mauling of Christians...all they did was huddle together, praying for their safety and the safety of eachothers as the lions drew closer, then came the horrific screams, the cries, the shrieks...a while after it had all stopped you had to walk outside into the arena once more, as the audience called for it.