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A dogs bark is often worse than its bite
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Created on 2009-06-26 00:53:21 (#20859148), last updated 2009-07-13
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Basic Info| Name: | Agrippa |
|---|---|
| Birthdate: | 03-15 |
| Location: | Forro Romano |
Bio? Player Info ?
•NAME My name is Charlie, but you can call me Chazz, Axen, Ax and Kazzy-baby
•AGE 21
•PERSONAL ACCOUNT ?![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
axenblade
•EXPERIENCE ? The last roleplay I was in was called the Dark Circus (on
Gaiaonline.com) and I was in that roleplay for about 3 years as my OC Spider, SledgeHammer
from Clocktower 3, Copperfield from The Suffering- Ties that Bind and Horace Gauge from The
Suffering. And this one of course XD
•EMAIL Gabomon007@hotmail.com
•AIM Axenblade007
•TIMEZONE GMT (UK)
? Character Info ?
•NAME Agrippa (Marcus Vipsanius Agrippa)
•FANDOM Shadow of Rome (VG)
•AGE 22
•SPECIES Human
•GENDER Male
•TIMELINE During the Gladitorial games- after facing first of the Valcoss Legion.
•POWERS/ABILITIES
Old World Strength- Agrippa is from the time where everything was gained through strenth and
labours of love- his body is a tightly packed mound of muscle, his ancestry born and bred for
battle and fighting. This gives him almost advanced strength for a man of his size, though it
doesn't mean he can perform the impossible or the superhuman.
Gladiatorial Training- Thanks to his joining a Gladitorial stable, Agrippa learnt the key
points to being a Gladiator- mostly don't hurt family (which included your stable) and
anything else goes- the bloodier the better. Agripa doesn't believe this to be the best way
though, and will only bring things down to bloodshed if nothing else works.
Survival Instinct- A Gladiator's best friend- Agrippa brought this with him from his days as
a Centurion fighting for his life in the battles for Rome. The survival instinct gives him a
boost when his life is on the line, though this also calls for the 'Run Away' instinct also
if he can. Using the Survival Instinct can also overexert him- leaving him vunerable if one
last push just isn't enough
Master Blader- Agrippa is a dab-hand with any and all blades that are at his disposal, though
his real flair lends itself in the form of the Gladius- trusted weapon of the Roman Army.
Though Agrippa is good with any blade, modern day weapons are a mystery to him- he -is- a
Roman after all, he doesn't really get much else than Sword and shield tactics.
Loyalty- Agrippa is a dog of the State in more ways than one- his almost bluntly simple
outlook and loyalty are both astoundingly like that of a faithful canine- Get his trust and
you'll have it and hisprotection for life- regardless of what comes the way of the trustee.
Persistance- While Agrippa isn't stupid, he won't back down easily, unless there really is no
other way than to flee from anything- his loyalty to others and his compassion pushing him
through even the toughest of situations. Because of this though he gets aggrivated quite
easily by things he doesn't understand, especially if it concerns someone he cares about.
•PERSONALITY Agrippa's appearance gives the idea of one personaltiy, but that could
not be farther from the truth- the Roman is loyal, compassionate and overly sympathetic to
most people, willing to help than hinder when he can which shows itself in his soft spoken
tones and body language once the gladiator lets it. Due to his overly loyal nature and simple
outlook on life, the Roman could nowadays be seen as a little stupid, though again, in a time
of honor and glory, it wasn't often when hidden messages would need to be spotted by a
soldier such as Agrippa, though his instincts are as sharp as the blades he wields- trying to
pull the wool over his eyes usually ends up with him noticing the thing that is trying to be
hidden.
•APPEARANCE Agrippa stands at around 5'10", maybe a little taller, though his frame is
almost always in a slouch, years of wearing heavy armour taking its toll on his posture. His
hair is dark and short, though a short fringe softens his square face, his face and hands
holding more of a tan than the rest of his body, but that's not overly noticable,a scar
across the bridge of his nose almost chocolate brown due to the exposure to the sun.
His clothing is that of the amphitheater- A long modest loincloth held in place by a large
tan belt with a golden buckle, his feet and left arm covered by fbric protection- a heavy
fabric with worn leather sewn between the course fabrics and tied to his appendages with red
leather stripes plaited together to form a strong twine.
•HISTORY Once a centurion, Agrippa became a gladiator in order to avenge his mother,
slain by general Decius, after it was 'discovered' that his Father, Vipsanius , killed
Ceaser. With the help of hisboyfriend? Octavianus, Agrippa
managed to speak to his father in Sercluse Prison, where his father only furthers his belief
that his father is innocent. He is then given a choice- to become a gladiator and take part
in the upcoming games in a bid to see his father if he is victorious, or letting his friend
Octavianus try and uncover the truth diplomatically. He takes the chance to see his father,
but urges Octavianus to keep up his search also.
Risking life and limb, Agrippa fought against countless opponents, the single notion of
meeting with his father and finding a way to free him being the only thing driving him
forward. The last thing memorable before coming to the hotel was defeating a woman who
painted herself in black feathers and a long white mask, her appearence that of a Vulture. He
defeated her, but not without trouble.
•THIRD PERSON SAMPLE There was a hush over the small dirt road that seemingly held
place for a meeting of destiny. A goods cart lay in waiting, its two steeds giving content
little snorts and whinnies while enjoying the warmth of the evening.
If only all beings on that road that evening could
"Damn them!" The bone was heard to crack as a strong fist made contact with the solid form of
rock that created the continuation upward ascent of the precipice they were perched on
"Damn me!" Another resounding crack.
The centrion had just witnessed his mothers murder with his own eyes, her death in his own
arms her bood on his hands as the life drained from her eyes, the man responsible sitting
only a mere few feet away, the smug smile lining his lips matching the gnarled jowels of the
Lions head embedding it's teeth into his shoulder as his outfit piece.
He had fought that man and... lost. Pitifully. He had been beaten black and blue, like a
child- it was... unforgivable.
"I could not even save my own mother..."
A slender figure walked forward, chocolate curves walking with a feminine swing "Agripa that
was General Decus, a man notorious for his cruelty. "she put a hand gently on the soldiers
shoulder "There was nothing you could do-"
"SILENCE!!" The young man was in fart too much of a rage to listen to excuses "I must find my
father and I must avenge my mother. I will KILL whoever has done thisto my family like the
way he has killed our honor!"
"Agrippa please!" The last of the group stepped forwar- a young man with blonde hair at his
shoulders "Let me help you- I can get nisdie the Senate house and find out who issued the
order for your father's execution. We can sort this out if we just go back."
The dark haired man seemed to settle a little, but only for a moment as he was faced with a
realisation
"You can't go back."
The exotic femme fatale again stepped between the two men "You can't go back- you caused too
much of a commotion with your stunt." she seemed to sigh, though it seemed a little staged
"The Senate will undoubtedly tighten security at the Forro Romano."
She paced away from the two, her steps fluid, illustrating her curves through her silver
attire, the small pieces of metal dancing long the long waves of fabric adding a rythmn to
her movement "I may have solution though..." she smile, her eyebrow lifting, as if the idea
had just come to her, though her smile said otherwise "My brother runs a Stable, if you would
like to join, you may be able to speak to your father and..." she paused, turning away
slighly as she did so
"The General that killed your mother... is the last combatant you would face in the arena."
The idea of vengence obiovusly caught his attention and he took a step forward, eyes blazing
and eager to sign himself away. however much the blond tried to sort the affair out
diplomatically, this was the most direct way to the source of both problems, and the warior
was going to take it.
"Take care Octavianus my friend, I'll be back soon."
•FIRST PERSON SAMPLE What... is this place?
I can't make head or tails of it- is this part of the new arena I've been sent to?
... Jupiter's Thunder, what is that thing on the above me? It shines like a torch, but it's
so close to the rooftop...
What if there's a fire!? Are they trying to kill us?! This is madness!!
... I never knew it was possible to shatter fire like a cheap blade but I just managed it-
perhaps I have been brought to a country so cold that even the flames of Mars freeze in it
climes...
I need to find a new torch or even a new lamp to replace this one though, otheriwse the
owners of this stable will be most displeased.
•QUESTIONS/COMMENTS Just wondering if he could start of with the gladius/small shield
combo, if not, then just a gladius would be rad.
•NAME My name is Charlie, but you can call me Chazz, Axen, Ax and Kazzy-baby
•AGE 21
•PERSONAL ACCOUNT ?
axenblade•EXPERIENCE ? The last roleplay I was in was called the Dark Circus (on
Gaiaonline.com) and I was in that roleplay for about 3 years as my OC Spider, SledgeHammer
from Clocktower 3, Copperfield from The Suffering- Ties that Bind and Horace Gauge from The
Suffering. And this one of course XD
•EMAIL Gabomon007@hotmail.com
•AIM Axenblade007
•TIMEZONE GMT (UK)
? Character Info ?
•NAME Agrippa (Marcus Vipsanius Agrippa)
•FANDOM Shadow of Rome (VG)
•AGE 22
•SPECIES Human
•GENDER Male
•TIMELINE During the Gladitorial games- after facing first of the Valcoss Legion.
•POWERS/ABILITIES
Old World Strength- Agrippa is from the time where everything was gained through strenth and
labours of love- his body is a tightly packed mound of muscle, his ancestry born and bred for
battle and fighting. This gives him almost advanced strength for a man of his size, though it
doesn't mean he can perform the impossible or the superhuman.
Gladiatorial Training- Thanks to his joining a Gladitorial stable, Agrippa learnt the key
points to being a Gladiator- mostly don't hurt family (which included your stable) and
anything else goes- the bloodier the better. Agripa doesn't believe this to be the best way
though, and will only bring things down to bloodshed if nothing else works.
Survival Instinct- A Gladiator's best friend- Agrippa brought this with him from his days as
a Centurion fighting for his life in the battles for Rome. The survival instinct gives him a
boost when his life is on the line, though this also calls for the 'Run Away' instinct also
if he can. Using the Survival Instinct can also overexert him- leaving him vunerable if one
last push just isn't enough
Master Blader- Agrippa is a dab-hand with any and all blades that are at his disposal, though
his real flair lends itself in the form of the Gladius- trusted weapon of the Roman Army.
Though Agrippa is good with any blade, modern day weapons are a mystery to him- he -is- a
Roman after all, he doesn't really get much else than Sword and shield tactics.
Loyalty- Agrippa is a dog of the State in more ways than one- his almost bluntly simple
outlook and loyalty are both astoundingly like that of a faithful canine- Get his trust and
you'll have it and hisprotection for life- regardless of what comes the way of the trustee.
Persistance- While Agrippa isn't stupid, he won't back down easily, unless there really is no
other way than to flee from anything- his loyalty to others and his compassion pushing him
through even the toughest of situations. Because of this though he gets aggrivated quite
easily by things he doesn't understand, especially if it concerns someone he cares about.
•PERSONALITY Agrippa's appearance gives the idea of one personaltiy, but that could
not be farther from the truth- the Roman is loyal, compassionate and overly sympathetic to
most people, willing to help than hinder when he can which shows itself in his soft spoken
tones and body language once the gladiator lets it. Due to his overly loyal nature and simple
outlook on life, the Roman could nowadays be seen as a little stupid, though again, in a time
of honor and glory, it wasn't often when hidden messages would need to be spotted by a
soldier such as Agrippa, though his instincts are as sharp as the blades he wields- trying to
pull the wool over his eyes usually ends up with him noticing the thing that is trying to be
hidden.
•APPEARANCE Agrippa stands at around 5'10", maybe a little taller, though his frame is
almost always in a slouch, years of wearing heavy armour taking its toll on his posture. His
hair is dark and short, though a short fringe softens his square face, his face and hands
holding more of a tan than the rest of his body, but that's not overly noticable,a scar
across the bridge of his nose almost chocolate brown due to the exposure to the sun.
His clothing is that of the amphitheater- A long modest loincloth held in place by a large
tan belt with a golden buckle, his feet and left arm covered by fbric protection- a heavy
fabric with worn leather sewn between the course fabrics and tied to his appendages with red
leather stripes plaited together to form a strong twine.
•HISTORY Once a centurion, Agrippa became a gladiator in order to avenge his mother,
slain by general Decius, after it was 'discovered' that his Father, Vipsanius , killed
Ceaser. With the help of his
managed to speak to his father in Sercluse Prison, where his father only furthers his belief
that his father is innocent. He is then given a choice- to become a gladiator and take part
in the upcoming games in a bid to see his father if he is victorious, or letting his friend
Octavianus try and uncover the truth diplomatically. He takes the chance to see his father,
but urges Octavianus to keep up his search also.
Risking life and limb, Agrippa fought against countless opponents, the single notion of
meeting with his father and finding a way to free him being the only thing driving him
forward. The last thing memorable before coming to the hotel was defeating a woman who
painted herself in black feathers and a long white mask, her appearence that of a Vulture. He
defeated her, but not without trouble.
•THIRD PERSON SAMPLE There was a hush over the small dirt road that seemingly held
place for a meeting of destiny. A goods cart lay in waiting, its two steeds giving content
little snorts and whinnies while enjoying the warmth of the evening.
If only all beings on that road that evening could
"Damn them!" The bone was heard to crack as a strong fist made contact with the solid form of
rock that created the continuation upward ascent of the precipice they were perched on
"Damn me!" Another resounding crack.
The centrion had just witnessed his mothers murder with his own eyes, her death in his own
arms her bood on his hands as the life drained from her eyes, the man responsible sitting
only a mere few feet away, the smug smile lining his lips matching the gnarled jowels of the
Lions head embedding it's teeth into his shoulder as his outfit piece.
He had fought that man and... lost. Pitifully. He had been beaten black and blue, like a
child- it was... unforgivable.
"I could not even save my own mother..."
A slender figure walked forward, chocolate curves walking with a feminine swing "Agripa that
was General Decus, a man notorious for his cruelty. "she put a hand gently on the soldiers
shoulder "There was nothing you could do-"
"SILENCE!!" The young man was in fart too much of a rage to listen to excuses "I must find my
father and I must avenge my mother. I will KILL whoever has done thisto my family like the
way he has killed our honor!"
"Agrippa please!" The last of the group stepped forwar- a young man with blonde hair at his
shoulders "Let me help you- I can get nisdie the Senate house and find out who issued the
order for your father's execution. We can sort this out if we just go back."
The dark haired man seemed to settle a little, but only for a moment as he was faced with a
realisation
"You can't go back."
The exotic femme fatale again stepped between the two men "You can't go back- you caused too
much of a commotion with your stunt." she seemed to sigh, though it seemed a little staged
"The Senate will undoubtedly tighten security at the Forro Romano."
She paced away from the two, her steps fluid, illustrating her curves through her silver
attire, the small pieces of metal dancing long the long waves of fabric adding a rythmn to
her movement "I may have solution though..." she smile, her eyebrow lifting, as if the idea
had just come to her, though her smile said otherwise "My brother runs a Stable, if you would
like to join, you may be able to speak to your father and..." she paused, turning away
slighly as she did so
"The General that killed your mother... is the last combatant you would face in the arena."
The idea of vengence obiovusly caught his attention and he took a step forward, eyes blazing
and eager to sign himself away. however much the blond tried to sort the affair out
diplomatically, this was the most direct way to the source of both problems, and the warior
was going to take it.
"Take care Octavianus my friend, I'll be back soon."
•FIRST PERSON SAMPLE What... is this place?
I can't make head or tails of it- is this part of the new arena I've been sent to?
... Jupiter's Thunder, what is that thing on the above me? It shines like a torch, but it's
so close to the rooftop...
What if there's a fire!? Are they trying to kill us?! This is madness!!
... I never knew it was possible to shatter fire like a cheap blade but I just managed it-
perhaps I have been brought to a country so cold that even the flames of Mars freeze in it
climes...
I need to find a new torch or even a new lamp to replace this one though, otheriwse the
owners of this stable will be most displeased.
•QUESTIONS/COMMENTS Just wondering if he could start of with the gladius/small shield
combo, if not, then just a gladius would be rad.
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