Black Hearts, Bloody Roses
Enter a strange Earth, where creatures of mythology and folklore blend in with the populace, all trying to live in harmony, despite the conflicts between them. Chose from a race that has only been seen in legend, and prepare for anything, in this cold, cruel world, where love and happiness bloom in unlikely places. Live, with Black Hearts and Bloody Roses...
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Caligula rules Rome with an Iron Fist and his most esteemed Silver Centurion fighting force. Hopeful and vengeful humans dream of becoming part of the Silver Centurions, in order to exact justice from the so called "evil monsters" that hide behind human faces and stalk the lands. Those that they don't kill, are forced to become Gladiators in a sick, twisted game that's ruled by the coinpurses of the Roman buearucrats and wealthy merchants. Innocent werewolves, honorable vampires, creatures that have never done wrong to anyone, they're all forced in a battle for their own lives as they can either fall or harden. The Colloseum will spare no prisoners. Supernaturals can hide, but none can hide from the Silver Centurions forever. A lifetime of running and hiding, alongside a lifetime of battling for survival while the crowd watches like it's theatre. The Romans were absolutely vicious with their anti-Supernaturals agenda, one day to become the basis of the modern day organization CVAS... History does indeed repeat, but what are the little differences between then and now? Who will brave lions of men and mind? Who will suck up their life and accept a new reality as a slave to the masses, a life sacrificed in the name of entertainment... Who will cower behind words and disguises? Cloaked in plain sight, who can be trusted to keep the most dangerous secrets as you strive to keep hold of your livelyhood, and those closest to you... Who will use force and intimidation, masquerading as justice? The pale glint of the shining armour is a proud sight for you, as you send enemies of the state to their deaths, by your sword or by the colloseum, for which you stand as a beacon of hope for the fearful masses, avengers of fallen heroes and the subjects of heroic fables... Slavery. Subordination. Sacrifice... What will you give and what will you take, as the nightmares of the Roman Empire, are unleashed with the roar of the crowd, all eager for blood... whether it's yours, remains to be seen...

Chose Your Species. Chose Your Beliefs. Chose Your Path. Be Strong, or be Subtle. Beware The Silver Centurions, and Survive... with Black Hearts and Bloody Roses.

4/13/2011 . Edited 10/12/2013 #1
Iron's Grasp

Aiden was getting ready for his match.

He was to be pitted against a secutor: the heavily-armored gladiator usually reserved for the retiarii.

Still, it was a challenge he was sure his blades would relish.

He pulled on his arm-guard, the dull iron scales running from his shoulder to his wrist. He secured it across his chest with a leather strap, and finished putting on his greaves.

Grabbing his gladii, he stood before the gate, waiting for his bout.

4/13/2011 #2
Secret Vesper

Arcadia sat up in the stands with her family. Personally, she had never understood the whole gladiator thing. But she was always curious how the people must have felt, being forced into fighting...

4/13/2011 #3
Iron's Grasp

The gates were raised, and the two fighters stepped into the pit.

Aiden's opponent was clearly an experienced fighter, and very capable of getting the crowd to like him.

He made a grand show of limbering up, drawing his sword, and menacing Aiden, clearly meant for the enjoyment of the spectators.

The Celt didn't even react, simply standing idle for the signal to begin.

4/13/2011 #4
Secret Vesper

Arcadia watched the still man, more intrigued by him than the man making a grand show.

4/13/2011 #5
Iron's Grasp

As soon as the match had begun, the secutor charged towards Aiden with more speed than the Celt would give credit to a man with a heavy shield and armor.

Though it wasn't to say that he was unprepared. He danced away from the man with practiced ease, his footwork giving him just the opening he needed.

With lightning speed, he cut a deep slash into the shield-bearing forearm, and batted it out of the gladiator's hand when he brought his sword back in to protect himself.

4/13/2011 #6
The Beautiful Tyrant

Brutus watched the battle from behind the gate Aiden had come from, dressing himself. A loincloth, a galerus on his left arm, a bronze manica on the right. He patted the quadrens (a dagger with a spike on all four sides of its hilt) at his side, scooped up his bronze fuscina in his left and his well-weighted rete in his right hand. Hisrete, unlike other ones of its style, was weighted with dense bronze instead of iron, following his 'dress code'... It was clear someone liked this fellow enough to care about his safety.

4/15/2011 . Edited 4/16/2011 #7
Iron's Grasp

After that, it was pathetically easy to dance a little jig around the secutor's unprotected left side to leave a gash on his leg. When he sank into a crouch, Aiden kicked away his sword, and scissored his own blades across the man's throat, waiting for the crowd's decision.

4/16/2011 #8
The Beautiful Tyrant

Brutus began to watch the fight. The man who'd come from this side was doing fantastic... In a flash he'd given the other gladiator's shield was gone, and his wrist probably broken. Then he moved quickly to his left... Another wound... Now he had him by the throat, literally.

It was clear what the crowd wanted. Death.

4/16/2011 #9
Iron's Grasp

With little fanfare, Aiden slid his blades cleanly through the man's neck, the secutor's head rolling to the ground shortly followed by his body.

4/16/2011 #10
The Beautiful Tyrant

Brutus was not impressed. Death didn't impress him: death was simple. But this man did impress... The way he moved was graceful, the way he swung the weapon was like it was a natural part of his arm... It was definitely an impressive show, if death impressed you.

4/16/2011 #11
Secret Vesper

Arcadia frowned as the crowds around her cheered at the bloody death. She didn't understand why her family and people liked these fights to the death...

4/16/2011 #12
Iron's Grasp

Not encouraging the crowd, Aiden walked rather quickly back to the gate.

4/19/2011 #13
The Beautiful Tyrant

It raised for him, the crowds behind still cheering and roaring at the excitement of it, though they were calming down. Brutus was standing near the gate, waiting for his own match to begin.

4/19/2011 #14

A young female ghost was walking through the stands. Remembering how the crowd had cheered when the lions devoured her body, she shuddered. Yet, something always persuaded her to watch these matches. Libi preferred sitting invisibly with the Celestial Virgins, as they were interesting, and everything she wished her human life would've been. As she stood in the back of their honorary box, she looked around for the next competitor.

4/23/2011 #15

Atticus was back in the Living Area of the Collloseum, in the foundry. He pounded away at his smolted sword, which had broke in his last match, so he was taking the free time he had to fix it.

4/23/2011 #16

Libi decided to wander around, as she saw no sign of the next competitor. She decided to go to the living area, and see all of the gladiators and other people that lived at the gruesome structure. As she glided, spectral toes brushing the ground, she heard clanging metal. It was different from the sword practise, so she decided to find out exactly what is was. Making her way into the room, she hoped that the gladiator wasn't the type of human that could see her. 'That'd be bad', she muttered to herself

{[Since no one else is here, I figured I'd have her come see him. If you don't want her too, just make him not be able to see/hear her, and I'll make her leave n_n;]}

4/23/2011 #17

(He can't see her anyway, he doesn't have The Sight, which lets people see ghosts)

Whoever it was, it clearly wasn't a human. Humans didn't have tails... or stripes and blue hair for that matter.

Completely unaware of Libi's prescence, Atticus continued to work on his sword.

4/23/2011 #18

Libi sighed, bored. She watched the young gladiator for a while, and she glided forward, so she could watch his work. Soon, she was leaning over the table in a childish position, eyes sparkling with a youthful interest.

4/23/2011 #19

Atticus held the smoldering hot blade up, and nodded, dropping it into the water beside him, and he wiped his forehead of sweat with a sigh.

4/23/2011 #20

Libi flinched when the sizzle came from the sword hitting the water. She giggled, realizing she didn't need to be afraid, because it couldn't hurt her. 'Still getting used to the whole 'ghost' thing' she murmured to herself. Watching the man with interest that could only come from Envy, she sighed. What she wouldn't give to be alive again. With another sigh, she glided around the room, wishing she could find someone with the Sight, someone who could see her, hear her.

4/23/2011 #21

In a different room, there was a black-skinned man snoozing in the corner.

4/23/2011 #22
Secret Vesper

Arcadia sighed softly, looking over at the rest of her family that was completely engrossed with the games. She smirked, standing quietly and slipping away.

4/23/2011 #23

Libi, growing bored of watching the gladiator, decided to wander some more. Hovering out, she made her way to another room. In this room, she saw a dark skinned man resting in the corner. She giggled to herself, assuming he couldn't hear or see her. She settled in the corner, and wondered if ghosts could nap.

4/24/2011 #24

The man glanced up when he heard a giggle.

"You know, you should really introduce yourself before you barge into someone's room" He said, with a smirk.

4/24/2011 #25

Libi jumped up, shocked, 'AH!! You can see me!! H-how? No one else can?!?', she cried, panicked. Leaning heavily on her crutch, the ghost composed herself. 'U-um, well, I'm Libi, and ... HOW THE HADES CAN YOU SEE ME?!?!?!!?'

4/24/2011 #26

"Well, screaming like that, you're hard to ignore" Magnus remarked, with a smirk.

4/24/2011 #27

Libi was immediately self-concious, and she was silent, looking at the ground. After a few minutes of silence, she spoke, 'Um, er, I'm Libi ... I'm , um, sorry I interrupted your sleep. I'll depart now', she said, timid. 'Dammit, Libi. He can see you ... why is that?', she thought as she began to hover out.

4/24/2011 #28

"Hey, I don't mind the company, just wasn't expecting it" He replied with a smile. "And the names Magnus"

4/24/2011 #29

Libi turned, 'U-um, okay then, it's a pleasure to meet you, Magnus', she said, 'Since I'm dead and all, how can you see me when no one else can?', she asked curiosly.

4/24/2011 #30
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