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Valeria Sileece Van der Hule, "Slice": Pit Fighter/Gladiator
Physical Description: Race, human; Gender, female; Age, 26; Ht, 5'10"; Wt, 168; Hair, Black; Eyes, Brown; Skin, light mocha w/ many scars
Slice is lovely to look upon, in the moonlight, but in the harsh light of day the scars of her many combats mar her complection. Too often, the scars are all people see. In her dark brown eyes is a fire that burns through those who dare to look deeply into them, but few ever have the opportunity. She has been kept away from people outside her master's stable, except those she has met in the pits. She fights fiercely, and expertly. None can match her skill with bladed weapons, for they are all she has known for over twenty years. Day and night for two decades Slice has trained in the use of all bladed weapons, as a result she is a superior combat master, preferring the case style (two swords). Her fluid fighting style is lovely to look upon and hard to defend against, many have tried and none have succeeded. If they had, she wouldn't be alive.
Personality: Neutral Good
Slice is strong and quiet. There is so much pain and anger boiling within her that she refuses to talk of the source of these feelings for fear they'd overwhelm her. Instead she allows them to fuel her in the pits; thinking of all the evil done to her, she lets the rage burn in her belly, but keeps a cool head. Sadness is an ever present companion and she uses her beautiful voice to express herself. (When her master found out about this gift he exploited it to entertain his clients and friends at the feasts which follow every day of gladiator combat in the pits.)
Slice is extremely fast and strong, but also has a keen intellect which has allowed her to learn several languages. However, she knows very little of the world outside the pit fighting arena. She has been taught social graces fine enough to allow her to dine with nobility, but has had no real social interaction in her life. It has been a truly lonely life, but Slice wants no pity. The only thing Slice wants is her freedom. (Note: Slice is now free thanks to Kalt Hammer, who freed her once he overthrew Everel Tepesh and took over the rule of the city of Ember.)
Background:
Born in the small village of Edri, west of Rotherin in Vareisia, Slice's childhood was very short. When she was but four years of age her village was raided by a radical faction loyal to the Lord of Zlith. These raiders killed every adult in Edri and rounded up all the children, force marching them to Zlith where they were sold into slavery.
Slice was bought by the master of a gladiator stable, Everel Tepesh. Tepesh was a cruel despot, ruling the city of Ember behind the scenes while pulling the strings of weak figureheads who were mockeries of leadership in that city. He often bought young girls to clean his home, help feed his stock and other mundane tasks. On the march to Ember little Valeria gave her captors no end of trouble, kicking, biting and running away were constant activities for the four-year-old. Of course, the men in charge of the slaves beat her soundly, but the girl's spirit would not be broken.
She even fought at meal times. While the other children were ravenously eating the paltry scraps given to them, Valeria used her spoon to whack the kidnappers on the head, on the knuckles, anywhere she could reach. The men were forced to endure this, punishing the girl with only the beatings, for if they killed her they'd be fodder for the pit fighters. The master didn't pay good money for dead slaves, even if this one was just a small girl.
The raiding party wasn't without hope, however, for when slaves who were troublemakers arrived at the stable they were given the most disgusting, menial tasks to punish their impudence. And to teach them their place. Upon arrival at their employer's compound the men were grinning smugly at the thought of the life the problem child would now be made to endure. The men were rudely surprised when their employer laughed at the child's exploits and the pains the men had suffered to deliver his little slave to him alive, and in one piece. All Everel had to say to the beleaguered raiders was, "That's what you are paid to do."
From that moment on Slice was his favorite and he decided to use her spirit for his entertainment. Tepesh made certain she was conditioned to top physical fitness and trained in the martial arts, especially bladed weapons. It was he who renamed her "Slice," a play on her middle name. During the fighters' meal time Valeria managed to sneak a carving knife from the preparation table. As she'd done numerous times before, Valeria awaited her moment and tried to escape. However, a guard soon blocked her path, wielding a broadsword.
Valeria danced around the man, nicking, cutting and slicing him up like the ham that had been prepared for supper. The stable owner saw the whole thing and forbad the other guards from interfering. He'd wanted to see if the girl would kill, but she refused. The guard was cut up badly, but he would recover from his wounds. From that day on the fierce, but merciful, girl was called Slice, she was twelve years old.
To get Slice to be more ferocious the stable's master had her beaten repeatedly, trying to anger her into killing on command. She would be left sore for weeks upon end from all the beatings, but she would not kill. The terrible man allowed his favorite gladiators to have their way with the girl at night, but still she would not kill for him. Finally, the cruel, despotic Everel found a way to make Slice fight to the death.
One day, when Slice again refused to kill in the arena, Everel had two house servants brought into the courtyard and tied to posts. He produced two beautiful, ornately decorated swords, perfectly matched, and handed one of them to Slice. "These are the weapons you will be using in the pits from now on." he said almost pleasantly. Just as Slice was beginning to admire the weapon in her hand her master jerked it out of her grasp and used the brilliantly crafted swords to slaughter the two servants. He showed the swords to Slice again, blood dripping from the blades, "You will use these and remember that if you do not kill in the pit then two who do not fight will die for your disobedience."
Under such a hideous threat Slice thought to fall upon one of the swords he gave her, but anticipating her the inhuman slave owner said, "If you do not do your best I will know and innocents will die." He grabbed her by the hair and showed her the blood upon the blades, "If you kill yourself I will kill every woman and child in this household. Their blood will mingle with yours."
He was a madman! There were over a hundred women and children in the compound, but Slice knew Everel would not hesitate to carry out his threat. The better Slice did in the pits, the better for everyone. Life was good for all when Slice did well, so she learned to be the best. Over the years she became a master of all bladed weapons.
Physical Description: Race, human; Gender, female; Age, 26; Ht, 5'10"; Wt, 168; Hair, Black; Eyes, Brown; Skin, light mocha w/ many scars
Slice is lovely to look upon, in the moonlight, but in the harsh light of day the scars of her many combats mar her complection. Too often, the scars are all people see. In her dark brown eyes is a fire that burns through those who dare to look deeply into them, but few ever have the opportunity. She has been kept away from people outside her master's stable, except those she has met in the pits. She fights fiercely, and expertly. None can match her skill with bladed weapons, for they are all she has known for over twenty years. Day and night for two decades Slice has trained in the use of all bladed weapons, as a result she is a superior combat master, preferring the case style (two swords). Her fluid fighting style is lovely to look upon and hard to defend against, many have tried and none have succeeded. If they had, she wouldn't be alive.
Personality: Neutral Good
Slice is strong and quiet. There is so much pain and anger boiling within her that she refuses to talk of the source of these feelings for fear they'd overwhelm her. Instead she allows them to fuel her in the pits; thinking of all the evil done to her, she lets the rage burn in her belly, but keeps a cool head. Sadness is an ever present companion and she uses her beautiful voice to express herself. (When her master found out about this gift he exploited it to entertain his clients and friends at the feasts which follow every day of gladiator combat in the pits.)
Slice is extremely fast and strong, but also has a keen intellect which has allowed her to learn several languages. However, she knows very little of the world outside the pit fighting arena. She has been taught social graces fine enough to allow her to dine with nobility, but has had no real social interaction in her life. It has been a truly lonely life, but Slice wants no pity. The only thing Slice wants is her freedom. (Note: Slice is now free thanks to Kalt Hammer, who freed her once he overthrew Everel Tepesh and took over the rule of the city of Ember.)
Background:
Born in the small village of Edri, west of Rotherin in Vareisia, Slice's childhood was very short. When she was but four years of age her village was raided by a radical faction loyal to the Lord of Zlith. These raiders killed every adult in Edri and rounded up all the children, force marching them to Zlith where they were sold into slavery.
Slice was bought by the master of a gladiator stable, Everel Tepesh. Tepesh was a cruel despot, ruling the city of Ember behind the scenes while pulling the strings of weak figureheads who were mockeries of leadership in that city. He often bought young girls to clean his home, help feed his stock and other mundane tasks. On the march to Ember little Valeria gave her captors no end of trouble, kicking, biting and running away were constant activities for the four-year-old. Of course, the men in charge of the slaves beat her soundly, but the girl's spirit would not be broken.
She even fought at meal times. While the other children were ravenously eating the paltry scraps given to them, Valeria used her spoon to whack the kidnappers on the head, on the knuckles, anywhere she could reach. The men were forced to endure this, punishing the girl with only the beatings, for if they killed her they'd be fodder for the pit fighters. The master didn't pay good money for dead slaves, even if this one was just a small girl.
The raiding party wasn't without hope, however, for when slaves who were troublemakers arrived at the stable they were given the most disgusting, menial tasks to punish their impudence. And to teach them their place. Upon arrival at their employer's compound the men were grinning smugly at the thought of the life the problem child would now be made to endure. The men were rudely surprised when their employer laughed at the child's exploits and the pains the men had suffered to deliver his little slave to him alive, and in one piece. All Everel had to say to the beleaguered raiders was, "That's what you are paid to do."
From that moment on Slice was his favorite and he decided to use her spirit for his entertainment. Tepesh made certain she was conditioned to top physical fitness and trained in the martial arts, especially bladed weapons. It was he who renamed her "Slice," a play on her middle name. During the fighters' meal time Valeria managed to sneak a carving knife from the preparation table. As she'd done numerous times before, Valeria awaited her moment and tried to escape. However, a guard soon blocked her path, wielding a broadsword.
Valeria danced around the man, nicking, cutting and slicing him up like the ham that had been prepared for supper. The stable owner saw the whole thing and forbad the other guards from interfering. He'd wanted to see if the girl would kill, but she refused. The guard was cut up badly, but he would recover from his wounds. From that day on the fierce, but merciful, girl was called Slice, she was twelve years old.
To get Slice to be more ferocious the stable's master had her beaten repeatedly, trying to anger her into killing on command. She would be left sore for weeks upon end from all the beatings, but she would not kill. The terrible man allowed his favorite gladiators to have their way with the girl at night, but still she would not kill for him. Finally, the cruel, despotic Everel found a way to make Slice fight to the death.
One day, when Slice again refused to kill in the arena, Everel had two house servants brought into the courtyard and tied to posts. He produced two beautiful, ornately decorated swords, perfectly matched, and handed one of them to Slice. "These are the weapons you will be using in the pits from now on." he said almost pleasantly. Just as Slice was beginning to admire the weapon in her hand her master jerked it out of her grasp and used the brilliantly crafted swords to slaughter the two servants. He showed the swords to Slice again, blood dripping from the blades, "You will use these and remember that if you do not kill in the pit then two who do not fight will die for your disobedience."
Under such a hideous threat Slice thought to fall upon one of the swords he gave her, but anticipating her the inhuman slave owner said, "If you do not do your best I will know and innocents will die." He grabbed her by the hair and showed her the blood upon the blades, "If you kill yourself I will kill every woman and child in this household. Their blood will mingle with yours."
He was a madman! There were over a hundred women and children in the compound, but Slice knew Everel would not hesitate to carry out his threat. The better Slice did in the pits, the better for everyone. Life was good for all when Slice did well, so she learned to be the best. Over the years she became a master of all bladed weapons.
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