Post by No longer active on Apr 6, 2011 10:40:33 GMT -6
Ferrum was born far to the north of Rome, far north of Italy to a more accurate clarification. A land of pale men with dark red hair and green eyes. Though his home village was a small one, Rome marched through and took those not dead into slavery. At the time, he had a different name, but any who would have known it are dead and over the years he himself had forgotten it.
He was trained as a slave warrior, being fairly large for his age. However, he was met with spur early as he had been born left-handed. The Holy Roman Church would dictate that he was born evil for not being right-handed, and his master would see this as a means of intimidation in the world of slave fighting. His name, Ferrum Leavas, literally translates to "Left Handed Iron Weapon".
His early years in the combat world were met with a trial by fire. He suffered losses, and through the years he had aquired heavy scars that marred his flesh and made him both more frightful to the crowd and more disgusting when the time for killing had passed. Knowing only service, Ferrum finds a degree of freedom in giving his will over to a master. He claims, "It is freedom from choice, in a world where men chose wickedness".
His muscular body, considerable rate of recovery between fights, and willingness to serve caused his master to "stud" him out once, and only once. Ferrum has never seen his child, and the traumatic event of conception caused the mother of his child to have screamed his horror at the idea of laying with such a beast. This would be Ferrum's only experience with physical intimacy, and might explain his reluctance to indulge a second time.
Accepting his place, Ferrum thinks of himself as little more than a tool of killing that happens to wear what is left of a man's skin. As he says, "My eyes have trouble seeing a man past the scars". He looks sullen most days, even in the midst of 'serving his purpose' until the time he worries about being beaten and goes blood-drunk.
This is not to say that Ferrum enjoys what he does. He seems to give his enemies a fair chance to kill him. It's possible he longs for death, though in some attempt to salvage what little humanity he has remaining, he will not take his own life...but rather wait for someone who can take his life from him.
He was trained as a slave warrior, being fairly large for his age. However, he was met with spur early as he had been born left-handed. The Holy Roman Church would dictate that he was born evil for not being right-handed, and his master would see this as a means of intimidation in the world of slave fighting. His name, Ferrum Leavas, literally translates to "Left Handed Iron Weapon".
His early years in the combat world were met with a trial by fire. He suffered losses, and through the years he had aquired heavy scars that marred his flesh and made him both more frightful to the crowd and more disgusting when the time for killing had passed. Knowing only service, Ferrum finds a degree of freedom in giving his will over to a master. He claims, "It is freedom from choice, in a world where men chose wickedness".
His muscular body, considerable rate of recovery between fights, and willingness to serve caused his master to "stud" him out once, and only once. Ferrum has never seen his child, and the traumatic event of conception caused the mother of his child to have screamed his horror at the idea of laying with such a beast. This would be Ferrum's only experience with physical intimacy, and might explain his reluctance to indulge a second time.
Accepting his place, Ferrum thinks of himself as little more than a tool of killing that happens to wear what is left of a man's skin. As he says, "My eyes have trouble seeing a man past the scars". He looks sullen most days, even in the midst of 'serving his purpose' until the time he worries about being beaten and goes blood-drunk.
This is not to say that Ferrum enjoys what he does. He seems to give his enemies a fair chance to kill him. It's possible he longs for death, though in some attempt to salvage what little humanity he has remaining, he will not take his own life...but rather wait for someone who can take his life from him.