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name: Mhairi
are you over 18?: Yes
personal dw:deathwailart
email/msn/aim/plurk/etc: email: eyelinerkisses@hotmail.com||aim: deathwailart
characters in abax: Veles||ligbrynedraca ||original
in character information.
series: Spartacus: Vengeance
name: Gannicus (no last name given)
age: 36 (headcanon estimate)
sex: Male
race:God of the arena Human
weight: 163lbs
height: 5'8"
[OPTIONAL] cause of death: Very much alive
canon point: Spartacus: Vegeance, episode 10 after Glaber is dead
previous cr: Nope
history:
Nothing has been revealed about the life Gannicus had before coming to the ludus but he is unlikely speak of it anyway; the only thing really known is that he is of Celtic origin historically but also that he is considered not only brother in bondage to Crixus (a Gaul) but also as someone sharing tribal brotherhood. The rest of his history can be found here
personality:
Gannicus is a God of the arena, a fearless warrior who takes great enjoyment in fighting as he smiles as he does so, even laughing too, throwing himself into what he does. A gladiator is to give a show and he does, preening to adoring crowds when he fights in the arena, roaring with his two blades aloft. He is spectacularly arrogant too. When fighting, it can take time for him to become serious but when he does, he will not lose.
Gannicus fights though to distract himself from reality, from the world around him - fighting along with his drinking and whoring all speak to self-destructive parts of his nature. Even before an important fight, Gannicus stays up late drinking to the consternation of his best friend Oenomaus - Gannicus almost falls off the cliff at the very edge of the ludus but still, he laughs it off before going to bed. According to him, the only times a slave is free is when he's fighting and fucking.
Despite being the top gladiator in the Batiatus ludus, Gannicus is a slave. He might win in the arena, he might be champion and earn wine and women and admiration but he still must do as commanded by his dominus, something made apparent when Batiatus looks to extend his station. A wealthy Roman comes to the house and asks for a private demonstration of Gannicus' prowess; Batiatus says to Gannicus he is to do as asked, going so far as to say that if the man in question wants Gannicus to suck his cock, he'll do as told and swallow happily. Moments later, Varis, the visitor, observes him, groping Gannicus to the point that there is a moment where it can be seen that Gannicus puts - or tries to put - a wall between himself and the world, his discomfort just creeping through. But instead of having sex with Varis, he is commanded to have sex with Melitta, his friend and the wife of his closest friend Oenomaus.
This is an act that changes something very deep down in Gannicus, even haunting him years after Melitta's death. He spends his five years of freedom wandering without real purpose or aim.
Melitta and Oenomaus had always been good friends with Gannicus, the three of them sharing wine when Melitta had her allowed night with her husband and she had been the one woman Gannicus properly joked with instead of flirting and trying to bed. However, after the night where they were commanded to have sex, things changed. Melitta had wept at first but had enjoyed it and felt ashamed and Gannicus began to have feelings for her, something that conflicted him due to her being his best friend's wife. Still, they had trysts, Gannicus admitting how he felt but both of them pretending that nothing had changed, neither of them speaking of such things or that first night with Oenomaus - it would take five years for Oenomaus to learn the truth from another. The aftermath of he and Melitta is so strong that at point, when the gladiators must prove themselves to the father of Batiatus, their real master, he looks up to her and is so distracted he is almost bested by another although he does manage to regain himself but she is always on his thoughts, even if they are not meant to think on what happened anymore. Gannicus then goes on to willingly lose a fight to Crixus after Oenomaus tells him that the loser will be sold to a rival lannista named Tullius, doing this because he knows Melitta can never be his. Melitta was with Gannicus when she died after consuming poisoned wine when they had one last night together before Gannicus was to be sold to another dominus and ludus - Gannicus had to lie about her death after screaming for her to breathe as she coughed blood and he carried her into the house, commanded not to speak of it by his domina.
With regards to the others in the ludus, he begins to show friendship towards several, laughing and joking with them and sharing wine and whores with them too - for all that they must fight, the gladiators who have been around one another for a time show and share a bond of brotherhood. Crixus, one of the newest to join the ranks, is someone Gannicus develops a close relationship with, schooling him on what it means to be a champion and how to get there (never fucking lose) and upon gaining his freedom, he hands the champion's necklace he had worn for years to Crixus. The two never had a true chance to fight and see who was sronger but Gannicus says Crixus should gain his freedom too and come find him - it ends the other way around, with Gannicus finding the rebels and he and Crixus still seem to be good friends with one another, even if Gannicus likes to point out the flaws with Spartacus and the rebels and how they're all going to die.
Whatever glory or honour Gannicus had ever sought in the Batiatus ludus was gone, forced to lie to his friend constantly. He even accompanies Batiatus outside the arena to kill one of the men believed to be responsible, bricking him into the arena once it is done but there's nothing in his eyes in that moment.
Gannicus is to the point with how he speaks and is not shy in his opinions, something better shown later once he meets Spartacus and the rebels and talks with them, stating exactly what he thinks of the plans the rebels hold and how they will end in only death. It is also noted that Gannicus has few manners when he speaks to Glaber - Glaber waits when Gannicus answers him, as if expecting more but Lucretia makes note of the fact that he's rude . Yet he does have a sense of honour and goodness; a whore he was fond of was put to death after being heard speaking of Spartacus, an act forbidden by Praetor Claudis Glaber and upon viewing her crucified body when walking the streets, he joined with the rebels in a sense. His former domina, Lucretia, spoke with him, talking about the deaths that would come through Spartacus and as Glaber had been the one to bring about the death of Spartacus' wife through enslaving them in the first place, he captured Illythia, Glaber's pregnant wife (the child being fathered by Spartacus, unbeknownst to anyone other than Illythia at that stage), he brought Illythia to Spartacus so she would die and see everything in balance once more. But Gannicus eventually comes to find brotherhood amongst the rebels, something that seems to have been sorely missed and he tries to talk to Oenomaus about Melitta and what happened even if Oenomaus says he is a man without honour who fights only for himself but finally, he and Oenomaus are able to come together again. When Oenomaus lies dying in Gannicus' arms, he says that he and Melitta will both await Gannicus in the afterlife. He stays with the rebels, saying he will have a glorious death alongside his brothers.
abilities/powers:
Gannicus is a trained gladiator, the champion of Capua prior to his freedom. He is a badass normal; he has no powers other than his strength and skill, well honed under years of study at the ludus and battles in the arena. As a gladiator, Gannicus has most likely spent years under the training of his doctore, a brutal regime of sparring most of the day save for when the midday sun was hottest, with the constant switching of partners. Other parts of the training involve doing drills against wooden targets and dragging or lifting heavy wooden blocks to build up their strength and to shape their will. The arena too is a test, constantly fighting and risking serious injury and being able to carry on. Gannicus is a man who can fight even when wounded and is no stranger to pain, able to press on through it. His stamina is incredible and such is his training and skill that even five years after his retirement, he returns to the arena and to battle just as strong as ever, shown to be on par with Spartacus as they fought to a draw once, with Spartacus a great gladiator and champion too.
The style Gannicus favours is Dimacherus where two blades and no armour are worn and he is also adept in Pankration which is a mix of wrestling (Pále) and pugilism/boxing - this allows Gannicus to be able to attack constantly, whether he is armed or not.
Gannicus has considerable acrobatic skill too - an example is where he runs towards a wall, runs up it, jumps and attacks his opponent from the air. As well as that, he has keen senses - at the boasting of his master, he was made to fight wearing a blindfold against a man without and managed to win by being able to listen and hear where his opponent went.
first person sample:
A note: since Latin lacked definite and indefinite articles, there are times when Gannicus doesn't use them so his pattern of speech would be considered 'odd' to a lot of people. ie 'toward grieving wife' vs 'toward his grieving wife' and 'I will rip tongue from mouth' vs 'I will rip your tongue from your mouth.
Thread here
third person sample:
He had had his fill of wandering without purpose by now, five years of it upon gaining his freedom until called back to the arena, promise to be fulfilled. Life was different now, there was a purpose, he had made amends and when the afterlife calls to him - which will be soon, this ridiculous band of rebels against the Romans - he will have two friends waiting for him, grievance put to bed. He was not going to dwell on what might have been. He had done enough of that in five years with his freedom tucked into his belt as he travelled the Roman empire, rubis telling stories of the life he once led. It brought a smirk to his face though, the rubis left behind, buried deep in the neck of a Roman shit as Agron would put it.
But now he was here in what might as well have been the afterlife, dark all fucking day. It made a man want to drink moreso than usual, not that an excuse was ever needed but night was the time for wine and questionable women although that latter was in short supply.
It was strange to wander around, clad in what he'd found and put together himself, no weapons by his side save those he had pilfered and they were not the strong steel they'd stolen from various sources, some he knew from the ludus that Spartacus and the rest of that band had carried since they rebelled and left bloody mayhem in their wake. He wondered what the man would make of this place, with the myriad odd people that Gannicus had come across.
"He would be an orator," he said to himself as he strolled along, stolen wine in stolen jug in hand. There were things to be fought here but so often they kept to themselves unless one went looking for them. "Taste of freedom upon lips." He shook his head but still, to be able to decide your own fate from early life, it was something, he would admit. The rebels would do well for respite here to catch breath and heal wounds. Was this a trait he'd picked up from the time amongst the rebel camp already, speaking his own thoughts aloud to himself whether there was audience or not?
There were worse fates. Draining the jug, he left it behind, strolling off for the spot he had claimed as his own, mercifully quiet after the loud voices of Agron's kin and all the rest, no stench of unwashed bodies either. Tomorrow he would look for food, missing the hunts he had become fond of and perhaps he would at long last find the whores but now it was time for sleep and dreams.
**RP samples from previous games may be linked.
case no: Randomise me
name: Mhairi
are you over 18?: Yes
personal dw:deathwailart
email/msn/aim/plurk/etc: email: eyelinerkisses@hotmail.com||aim: deathwailart
characters in abax: Veles||
ligbrynedraca ||originalin character information.
series: Spartacus: Vengeance
name: Gannicus (no last name given)
age: 36 (headcanon estimate)
sex: Male
race:
weight: 163lbs
height: 5'8"
[OPTIONAL] cause of death: Very much alive
canon point: Spartacus: Vegeance, episode 10 after Glaber is dead
previous cr: Nope
history:
Nothing has been revealed about the life Gannicus had before coming to the ludus but he is unlikely speak of it anyway; the only thing really known is that he is of Celtic origin historically but also that he is considered not only brother in bondage to Crixus (a Gaul) but also as someone sharing tribal brotherhood. The rest of his history can be found here
personality:
Gannicus is a God of the arena, a fearless warrior who takes great enjoyment in fighting as he smiles as he does so, even laughing too, throwing himself into what he does. A gladiator is to give a show and he does, preening to adoring crowds when he fights in the arena, roaring with his two blades aloft. He is spectacularly arrogant too. When fighting, it can take time for him to become serious but when he does, he will not lose.
Gannicus fights though to distract himself from reality, from the world around him - fighting along with his drinking and whoring all speak to self-destructive parts of his nature. Even before an important fight, Gannicus stays up late drinking to the consternation of his best friend Oenomaus - Gannicus almost falls off the cliff at the very edge of the ludus but still, he laughs it off before going to bed. According to him, the only times a slave is free is when he's fighting and fucking.
Despite being the top gladiator in the Batiatus ludus, Gannicus is a slave. He might win in the arena, he might be champion and earn wine and women and admiration but he still must do as commanded by his dominus, something made apparent when Batiatus looks to extend his station. A wealthy Roman comes to the house and asks for a private demonstration of Gannicus' prowess; Batiatus says to Gannicus he is to do as asked, going so far as to say that if the man in question wants Gannicus to suck his cock, he'll do as told and swallow happily. Moments later, Varis, the visitor, observes him, groping Gannicus to the point that there is a moment where it can be seen that Gannicus puts - or tries to put - a wall between himself and the world, his discomfort just creeping through. But instead of having sex with Varis, he is commanded to have sex with Melitta, his friend and the wife of his closest friend Oenomaus.
This is an act that changes something very deep down in Gannicus, even haunting him years after Melitta's death. He spends his five years of freedom wandering without real purpose or aim.
Melitta and Oenomaus had always been good friends with Gannicus, the three of them sharing wine when Melitta had her allowed night with her husband and she had been the one woman Gannicus properly joked with instead of flirting and trying to bed. However, after the night where they were commanded to have sex, things changed. Melitta had wept at first but had enjoyed it and felt ashamed and Gannicus began to have feelings for her, something that conflicted him due to her being his best friend's wife. Still, they had trysts, Gannicus admitting how he felt but both of them pretending that nothing had changed, neither of them speaking of such things or that first night with Oenomaus - it would take five years for Oenomaus to learn the truth from another. The aftermath of he and Melitta is so strong that at point, when the gladiators must prove themselves to the father of Batiatus, their real master, he looks up to her and is so distracted he is almost bested by another although he does manage to regain himself but she is always on his thoughts, even if they are not meant to think on what happened anymore. Gannicus then goes on to willingly lose a fight to Crixus after Oenomaus tells him that the loser will be sold to a rival lannista named Tullius, doing this because he knows Melitta can never be his. Melitta was with Gannicus when she died after consuming poisoned wine when they had one last night together before Gannicus was to be sold to another dominus and ludus - Gannicus had to lie about her death after screaming for her to breathe as she coughed blood and he carried her into the house, commanded not to speak of it by his domina.
With regards to the others in the ludus, he begins to show friendship towards several, laughing and joking with them and sharing wine and whores with them too - for all that they must fight, the gladiators who have been around one another for a time show and share a bond of brotherhood. Crixus, one of the newest to join the ranks, is someone Gannicus develops a close relationship with, schooling him on what it means to be a champion and how to get there (never fucking lose) and upon gaining his freedom, he hands the champion's necklace he had worn for years to Crixus. The two never had a true chance to fight and see who was sronger but Gannicus says Crixus should gain his freedom too and come find him - it ends the other way around, with Gannicus finding the rebels and he and Crixus still seem to be good friends with one another, even if Gannicus likes to point out the flaws with Spartacus and the rebels and how they're all going to die.
Whatever glory or honour Gannicus had ever sought in the Batiatus ludus was gone, forced to lie to his friend constantly. He even accompanies Batiatus outside the arena to kill one of the men believed to be responsible, bricking him into the arena once it is done but there's nothing in his eyes in that moment.
Gannicus is to the point with how he speaks and is not shy in his opinions, something better shown later once he meets Spartacus and the rebels and talks with them, stating exactly what he thinks of the plans the rebels hold and how they will end in only death. It is also noted that Gannicus has few manners when he speaks to Glaber - Glaber waits when Gannicus answers him, as if expecting more but Lucretia makes note of the fact that he's rude . Yet he does have a sense of honour and goodness; a whore he was fond of was put to death after being heard speaking of Spartacus, an act forbidden by Praetor Claudis Glaber and upon viewing her crucified body when walking the streets, he joined with the rebels in a sense. His former domina, Lucretia, spoke with him, talking about the deaths that would come through Spartacus and as Glaber had been the one to bring about the death of Spartacus' wife through enslaving them in the first place, he captured Illythia, Glaber's pregnant wife (the child being fathered by Spartacus, unbeknownst to anyone other than Illythia at that stage), he brought Illythia to Spartacus so she would die and see everything in balance once more. But Gannicus eventually comes to find brotherhood amongst the rebels, something that seems to have been sorely missed and he tries to talk to Oenomaus about Melitta and what happened even if Oenomaus says he is a man without honour who fights only for himself but finally, he and Oenomaus are able to come together again. When Oenomaus lies dying in Gannicus' arms, he says that he and Melitta will both await Gannicus in the afterlife. He stays with the rebels, saying he will have a glorious death alongside his brothers.
abilities/powers:
Gannicus is a trained gladiator, the champion of Capua prior to his freedom. He is a badass normal; he has no powers other than his strength and skill, well honed under years of study at the ludus and battles in the arena. As a gladiator, Gannicus has most likely spent years under the training of his doctore, a brutal regime of sparring most of the day save for when the midday sun was hottest, with the constant switching of partners. Other parts of the training involve doing drills against wooden targets and dragging or lifting heavy wooden blocks to build up their strength and to shape their will. The arena too is a test, constantly fighting and risking serious injury and being able to carry on. Gannicus is a man who can fight even when wounded and is no stranger to pain, able to press on through it. His stamina is incredible and such is his training and skill that even five years after his retirement, he returns to the arena and to battle just as strong as ever, shown to be on par with Spartacus as they fought to a draw once, with Spartacus a great gladiator and champion too.
The style Gannicus favours is Dimacherus where two blades and no armour are worn and he is also adept in Pankration which is a mix of wrestling (Pále) and pugilism/boxing - this allows Gannicus to be able to attack constantly, whether he is armed or not.
Gannicus has considerable acrobatic skill too - an example is where he runs towards a wall, runs up it, jumps and attacks his opponent from the air. As well as that, he has keen senses - at the boasting of his master, he was made to fight wearing a blindfold against a man without and managed to win by being able to listen and hear where his opponent went.
first person sample:
A note: since Latin lacked definite and indefinite articles, there are times when Gannicus doesn't use them so his pattern of speech would be considered 'odd' to a lot of people. ie 'toward grieving wife' vs 'toward his grieving wife' and 'I will rip tongue from mouth' vs 'I will rip your tongue from your mouth.
Thread here
third person sample:
He had had his fill of wandering without purpose by now, five years of it upon gaining his freedom until called back to the arena, promise to be fulfilled. Life was different now, there was a purpose, he had made amends and when the afterlife calls to him - which will be soon, this ridiculous band of rebels against the Romans - he will have two friends waiting for him, grievance put to bed. He was not going to dwell on what might have been. He had done enough of that in five years with his freedom tucked into his belt as he travelled the Roman empire, rubis telling stories of the life he once led. It brought a smirk to his face though, the rubis left behind, buried deep in the neck of a Roman shit as Agron would put it.
But now he was here in what might as well have been the afterlife, dark all fucking day. It made a man want to drink moreso than usual, not that an excuse was ever needed but night was the time for wine and questionable women although that latter was in short supply.
It was strange to wander around, clad in what he'd found and put together himself, no weapons by his side save those he had pilfered and they were not the strong steel they'd stolen from various sources, some he knew from the ludus that Spartacus and the rest of that band had carried since they rebelled and left bloody mayhem in their wake. He wondered what the man would make of this place, with the myriad odd people that Gannicus had come across.
"He would be an orator," he said to himself as he strolled along, stolen wine in stolen jug in hand. There were things to be fought here but so often they kept to themselves unless one went looking for them. "Taste of freedom upon lips." He shook his head but still, to be able to decide your own fate from early life, it was something, he would admit. The rebels would do well for respite here to catch breath and heal wounds. Was this a trait he'd picked up from the time amongst the rebel camp already, speaking his own thoughts aloud to himself whether there was audience or not?
There were worse fates. Draining the jug, he left it behind, strolling off for the spot he had claimed as his own, mercifully quiet after the loud voices of Agron's kin and all the rest, no stench of unwashed bodies either. Tomorrow he would look for food, missing the hunts he had become fond of and perhaps he would at long last find the whores but now it was time for sleep and dreams.
**RP samples from previous games may be linked.
case no: Randomise me
