Spartacus (Servant Rider)

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OTHER ALIAS: I'm only known as Spartacus. Although there have been those who used my name.[/color]
CURRENT AGE: 25[/color]
YEAR OF BIRTH: 109 B.C.-58 B.C.[/color]
GENDER: Male[/color]
ALIGNMENT: Neutral Selfish. The morally pretentious can keep their good and evil for themselves.[/color]
OCCUPATION: Formerly a Legionary Auxillia, Mercenary, Highway man, Gladiator, Rebel, General. Yeah my career choices were interesting but there wasn't much choice back then. Get over it.[/color]
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HEIGHT: 6'4''

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WEIGHT: 190lbs[/color]
EYE COLOR: Black[/color]
HAIR COLOR: Brown[/color]
PIERCINGS: None[/color]
TATTOOS: None[/color]
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: The Romans weren't able to tell me apart from anyone else for a reason. My appearance was much the same as other slaves. Well their stuck up attitudes and disdain for slaves helped I'll admit.[/color]
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• Selfish
  
  • I don't like to admit it but I am self-centered. The whole reason I led that rebellion was to get myself home and then later those that joined me. Well one half successful there I guess. Mostly it's about me 90% of the time. If I like you I might go out on a limb but I'll still be weighing the cost and benefits in the back of my mind.
  
  
  
• Trusting
  • I can get along with most people as long as the arrogance isn't coming into play. If I can get along with them I will accept them as they are and give them my trust. However this has rarely gone well for me. The 5000 abandoning me, the pirates who took the gold and ditched us. If for whatever reason you betray me you make my kill list.
  
  
  
• Happy Drunk
  
  • When I'm in my cups I get merry simple as that. I act joyful and generously almost to the point of a personality flip. That being said I have a good tolerance to alcohol so it will be awhile before I get to this point.
  
  
  
• Mellow
  
  • Outside of a fight I'm usually rather relaxed. You will either need to meet one of my dislikes or really go out of your way to change that. Trust me you don't want to see it and your next of kin would not appreciate the mess.
  
  

LIKES:
My Freedom
Having money to spend
A challenge
Tactics
Music
Movies one of the great things this age has to offer
Friends to drink and mess around with
Good booze and food
Beautiful women
Most of the modern age
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DISLIKES:
Romans more than anything else those fat oily swine.
Pirates who are a close second the back-stabbing *****.
Berserkers f***ing bastard tactic.
Anyone who wants to lord it over someone else.
Lastly traitors who break and run at the first sign of trouble.
I'm cool with most everything else.
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STRENGTHS:
Large scale battles of course
One on one combat since you have to pull your own weight
Improvising as it saved my life many times over
Close quarters where it's up close and personal
Raising an army from whoever is nearby
Causing chaos[/color]
WEAKNESSES:
Long range combat was never my thing
Enforcing discipline was more of my opponent's deal
Following orders as if you didn't already know
Easily accepting others which led to being betrayed and my final defeat.
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MY LEGEND: /Here's what those Romans decided to say about me once they thought they had killed me. www.historyinfilm.com/spart/real.htm . Really just a set of facts and some fan-boy movies. Couldn't just tell the story and be done with it. When they actually bother to detail it they only do so as a footnote in Crassus' history penelope.uchicago.edu/Thayer/E/Roman/Texts/Plutarch/Lives/Crassus*.html#9

[/color] or as a record of a civil war penelope.uchicago.edu/Thayer/E/Roman/Texts/Appian/Civil_Wars/1*.html#116 . Really you think sending Rome into a panic at the thought of a gladiator rebellion after he died would at least get better records than that. Well that's a roman for you.

MY HISTORY[/color]

What are you wanting to know the details of my life some paparazzi? Fine if it gets you to shut up already.

I was born to the Maedi tribe in the southwest fringe of Thrace in the back hills. I started out as a mercenary from a young age and being surrounded by warrior tribes it was a good trade. After a few years and more than a few decapitations I got married to the tribe's prophetess. Nice girl but a little too quiet. When I started a family I decided to get a steadier income and joined the nearby legion auxiliary. Worst mistake of my life. Not only did they lie about the pay but they were more anal retentive than you could imagine. One day I just got fed up with the nonsense and informed my boss of my resignation with a good left hook. Came back to bite me in the ass later though.

My pig of an ex-boss had me reported for desertion and came in the middle of the night to arrest me. They surrounded the house and took my wife hostage which is where my hatred for Romans began. Giving in to save my wife, we were both made into slaves and that was the last time I saw her. I was sold to a gladiatorial school owned by some punk named Lentulus Batiatus. My wife...well hopefully she was sent somewhere safe. I never found out what became of her.

On the way to the slave market there was an odd event that I never forgot. Before me and my wife were sent our separate ways I fell asleep and my wife made one last prediction when I woke up. Somehow while I was out a friggen snake managed to wrap itself around my head and bite it's tail. I mean it was a BIG FREAKIN SNAKE and it felt my face was a good nap spot. She went on about ouroboros, how it predicted great strength and how it's force was too great to be extinguished. Apparently I had gotten it's blessings and had my physical abilities increased from what I recall of her prophecy. I learned it to be true later at that moment all I knew was I had a large snake wrapped around my face and needed to get it the hell off me as quick as possible. I mean as if it wasn't bad enough to be caught by your ex-boss, made into a slave, and losing your wife I had to have a snake wrapped around my face. Not my best week there.

Well from there it was training as a gladiator and fighting in the arena. Thankfully it was snake free but I soon got sick of that nonsense and started organizing an escape with the fellow gladiators. Before you get the wrong idea I have no problems with killing as long as it's needed. It was that I had to kill for someone's sick amusement that ticked me off. Anyways when the time came to bust loose someone betrayed us and I had to change my plans on the fly. Me and 70 others ran to the kitchens and grabbed knives as well as whatever else was around. From there we had alot of fun dealing with the guards and task masters who got to see our last fight as gladiators. From there we loaded up from the school's armory and left the place behind.

Word of our escape soon got around and a small group of weak auxillia came after us. They went down so easily it almost wasn't even worth mentioning but it did remind us of something. We had no food and fighting was hungry work. So we began looting the Capua area and I restrained it to some degree. I've never been good with discipline so it was only marginally successful. The slaves who lived on the villas we raided joined us and we camped out on Mount Vesvius. We had a wild party when we arrived and near the end the group elected my buddies Crixus, Oneomaus, and myself to lead them. Too bad the party got cut short before we could celebrate it.

The senate thought of us as a fly to be swatted and sent some incompetent called Gaius Claudius Glaber who couldn't lead his way out of a cafeteria. With around 3000 militia in tow he started climbing the mountain making enough noise to wake even the drunkest sleeper. They began cat-calling about how they were going to kill us and set up to starve us out. So I had everyone make ropes out of the vines nearby. We rappelled down the cliff side and attacked the camp at the bottom which they had left completely unguarded. The party resumed from there with us wiping out the off-guard force, killing the majority and sending the others running in tears.

The senate didn't take curb stomping well and sent two legionary cohorts who were even worst than the first group and were easily dispatched. Nearby slaves and shepards joined us before winter set in and since there was no way we were traveling in winter we decided to train and arm the new recruits. We raided nearby towns for food and supplies. I didn't like the idea but we had a group of 70,000 to feed and it wasn't exactly growing season. Wasn't a great winter either since oenomaus died in a raid just before spring.

Proving the roman virtue of hubris was alive and well even more legions were sent after us. Here is a fun fact for you. Romans never seem to get tired of dying. Varinus and Cossinius were the names of their commanders. These guys...are about equal to the level of comedic relief antagonists.

Varinus trampled through the countryside having no idea where he was half the time and got his men sick with disease because of it. Not surprising he got the insubordination of his men as thanks during his short campaign. I gave him a good wake up call when I ambushed and slew an advance guard of 2000. Then there was Cossinius who managed to be even worse than his counterpart.

My scouts found him bathing with a good deal of his soldiers near Herculaneum without weapons nearby. In enemy territory naked and without weapons nearby he was asking to get attacked. I was happy to oblige him and overtook his camp and eventually chased Coss and the survivors down and finished them. I can't help but laugh when I recall the looks on their faces and how they took off like rabbits when we showed up.

We head towards Lucania and waited in battle formation for Varinus. Lo and behold when the time for battle came the roman army was half fleeing and half refusing to fight before the battle had even started! Once we overcame them we managed to claim the standards of the roman army along with the prized demonic horse Varinus owned. Taking that horse was what let me be summoned as a rider but I digress. This lot was too stupid to live and the roman prisoners we took were made to fight each other as gladiators. I'll admit I did it for the irony of it. We were holding gladiatorial games but the positions had been reversed.

Good things never last and my times were no exception. Crixus and 30,000 men decided to go their separate ways from everyone else in search of plunder. They got about as far as mount Garganus when they were surrounded by the armies of two consuls Gellius and Cassius. I rushed over and defeated them both but by that time Crixus had already died. To send him off to the afterlife I crucified 300 of our Roman prisoners.

That night the whole army gathered together to discuss what we would do from here on out. The majority of the group wanted to march on Rome itself but I put that idea to rest. If we had done something like that the foreign legions would be recalled and we did not have the manpower to deal with that. To be totally honest the main deciding factor was I was tired of it. I had been sending out scouts and looking for my wife during the rebellion and had found no trace of her. I was ready to head home and forget about Rome entirely. The group refused to return over the alps so I compromised and headed south to set up at Thurii. With a little plunder they would disperse back to their own homes after we took boats from sicily. Compromising turned out to be a critical mistake on my part.

A new praetor named Crassius was elected during the time and given 8 legions to come after us. Old Roman blood and snobby as all hell. He got the refuse of the earlier legions we spanked and whatever was left over in Rome. They laid a trap on our path home and a legate named Mummius to flank us. Old mummy snuck around behind us with two legions and attacked against orders barely getting away. He did this despite hearing about us and his superiors orders not to engage. This however was where it got worse. Old Crassie was never a great tactician but he was a hell of a magus and a heartless monster.

To start out with he brought back the old method of decimation where a tenth of units who fled or refused to fight were beaten to death in front of the troops. This was done to the legions of Mummius before the rest of legions. With the help of other magi serving his family Crassus used a spell nearly identical to a berserker class mad enhancement on his legions. As soon as the scout got back I had the whole of the army packed up and moving through Lucania towards the sea. Screw fighting an army of berserkers and magi we were going home. I found some Cilician pirates and struck a deal with them. We pay them with some of the treasure hoard we collected and they ferry us across the sea. Looked like a happy end was in sight but then they left us high and dry. The fuckers took the money and ran leaving Crassus to catch up and pin us on the peninsula of Rhegium. They dug a channel across the entrance to the land mass then built a huge wall to trap us in.

So in order to bail us all out of the mess I waited for a snowy night in the middle of a storm and filled a portion of the ditch with the corpses of prisoners, cattle, trees, dirt, and a couple of pirates. Once we had all gotten across about 4000 decided to split off and go their own way. They had gotten fed up with my attempt at getting us home alive and free. Crassius fell upon them like a wolf on rabbits as the berserker legions tore through them. Castus a gladiator who helped in the initial rebellion took off with 10000 men and hid to ambush a detachment of Crassius's men. The main army showed up and despite their best efforts the group was slaughtered to the man. They did not flinch or run from the enemy but stood tall despite facing down an army of berserk legionnaires.

We didn't have time to honor them as they then turned to us. We headed for the mountains of petealia and won an overwhelming victory against Quintus an officer of the Romans. We used the mountains to reduce their mobility and turn their strength against them but the victory ruined us. No we did not lose many if any at all but the men became overconfident. Now by this I mean they took off running down the hills back through Lucania to bring me Crassius's head. Never mind what I wanted they jumped into the ditch being dug around the enemy encampment and started going nuts. Both sides had reinforcements constantly showing up but the difference was they were a mass of overpowered berserkers. The men on the front lines were disorganized groups instead of the army they were. Even better there was news of reinforcements of Pompey and Lucullus approaching leaving us between the Romans and the sea.

Some of the men at this point began to despair so I decided to shut their whines the best way I knew how. I decapitated the demonic horse I owned and told my men that if we won today we would have the best horses in Rome but if we lost we wouldn't need any. I led a last all out charge and cut my way through the enemy lines toward Crassus but was stopped by two ME centurions. I took both down but received a solid blow from the last one knocking me back across the battlefield unconscious.The blow was dampened by my armor but I still had a set of cracked ribs the bastard. From there the few who followed me in my charge perished while the rest fled leaving me for dead underneath a pile of corpses.

From there the armies of Pompey chased down the large remainder of the army to find me. My army split into four groups trying to shake them off but the first three were hunted down by Crassus and his reinforcements who they fought to the last. Only 6000 were left when they were surrounded. I made my way towards the group that remained but collapsed on a rocky outcropping nearby unable to move. I could only watch the scene unfold www.youtube.com/watch?v=-8h_v_our_Q . They were crucified from Capua to Rome by that slime crassius.

It was night before I could move again but all I did was lay there thinking. Of how pathetic it was that a symbol of freedom didn't even have the freedom of movement to save his men. 120000 men had died at the hands of the romans but they were free men to the last and deserved the same treatment. Not to be crucified like slaves. I headed back to the mountains near petealia where we stored the remains of our loot and used it to have those crucified cut down and buried.

I then returned home and lived there quietly until I finally passed away from a local plague. Surprised? You shouldn't be since this was my goal from the beginning. Some hero huh? Some consolation came in the news that Crassus died in Syria having molten gold poured down his throat.

MY GOALS: /To break free from the Grail's slavery and finally live my own life freely. As if it wasn't enough to be a slave when I was alive now I have to kowtow to somebody's coffee cup./[/color]
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NOBLE PHANTASM[/color]

Libera- Body of the unfettered
Rank: B
Type: Support
Range: N/A
Max Targets: Self


Nessun nome-the unnamed steed(I call it Vera)
Rank: B
Type: Anti-army
Range:3-40
Max Targets:200


Improvvisata armeria- Master of the hidden armory
Rank:A+
Type: Anti-Personnel
Range: 1-2
Max Targets:2


CLASS ABILITIES[/color]

Magic Resistance: B
[]Cancel spells with a chant below three verses. Even if targeted by High-Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals, it is difficult for him to be affected.[] Wait who the heck is saying...the holy grail of course. Butt out sippy cup this is my introduction. Anyways my resistance is B rank being summoned as a Rider class this time around. It's high for a Rider but the Roman legions used a good deal of magi.

Riding: A
[]All creatures but those of Phantasmal Beast and Divine Beast-rank can be used as mounts.[]

I can ride vehicles of any kind better than most others can. I still can't ride any of those fancy phantasm races but hey I don't need to. I've had experience with horses from birth right up until my death but I'm more of a swordsman than a rider.

SKILLS[/color]:

Destiny of a Rebellious Spirit: B
[]The temperament to never remain at one location and never embrace a lord. A wandering star that does not have the capacity to be king nor is capable of finding his own king. Negates the effects of Charisma with the same rank. []

I led a revolt against the strongest empire in the world after escaping slavery by their hands. I was a rebellious man in life and in death I'm still a rebel. My future "Master" had best take this well into consideration before trying to lord it over me. Otherwise they may end up with multiple sharp implements in their guts. Don't expect me to use the M word either after all I did to get away from it.


Military Tactics: B+
[]Tactical knowledge used not for one-on-one combat situations, but for battles where many are mobilized. Bonus modifiers are provided during use of one's own Anti-Army Noble Phantasm or when dealing against an enemy Anti-Army Noble Phantasm. []

Yeah I have experience with leading armies. At my peak I led fellow hell raisers numbering in the hundreds of thousands. Most of them were slaves that ran off from the fields mixed in with some former gladiators. Against the Roman legions at their peak I had to get creative. Mostly with whatever was around be it farm tools, kitchen implements, various knick-knacks, well you get the picture . At least until the legion generously "Donated" some of their equipment to our cause. That was where the real fun came in. Being in this grail war the skill is mostly for vanity since I have no army to summon like other heroes.

Eternal Arms Mastership B+
[]Mastership of combat arts has reached the point of being said to be unrivaled in one's era. By merging of mind, body and technique, it is possible to make use of full fighting skills even when under the influence of any sort of mental hindrance. []

Does Spartacus need to smash a mug? I will manifest wherever you are and crush you like oh so many beer cans if you keep testing my patience. Like I just said a moment ago I used anything at hand to fight my enemies and not to brag but I was good at it. Using the weapons of others or using objects as weapons came naturally to me. I might not be able to wield those top class hero weapons very well but anything else I'll know how to use as if I made a living with it.

Instinct B
[]Refined sixth sense that begins to approach true precognition. Bonus effect of reducing by a fourth the penalties caused by obstructed vision and hearing.[] Last warning pottery piece or I am going to make like a bull in a china shop got it?

STRENGTH: B

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ENDURANCE: B[/color]
AGILITY: C[/color]
MANA: C-[/color]
LUCK: B[/color]

NOBLE PHANTASM: A+[/color]
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FACE CLAIM: Oga from beelzebub[/color]
OTHER CHARACTERS: Alan Girm Moria[/color]
MISC. INFORMATION: I've already told you haven't I? I'm Spartacus and that is all you need to know.[/color]
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