Spike, Gladiator Slave.

[Draconian]

NAME
Spike

ALIASES
Gladiator. Slave Boy. Sharp One.

AGE
30-something

GENDER
Male

SEXUALITY
Any kind is good.

SPECIES/ETHNICITY
Kulshedra-Somethin' Else

HEIGHT/BUILD
6'7"

OCCUPATION
Slave Gladiator

RESIDENCE
Essyrn

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PHYSICAL
Spike is a giant brute of a man. He's darkly tanned with a gentle smattering of red scales along his split cheeks. He has two rather elegant black horns that curl back on his head and curve in a gentle point. Orange eyes and a lethal grin full of sharp teeth add to his general quiet air of power and intimidation.

Muscular and tall perhaps the only thing 'wrong' with him is that instead of a glorious pair of wings on his back is a set of disturbed limbs. Broken at the 'forearm' of the wing never to heal properly or, Spike has two sort of half limbs on his back. The skin colour is a darker more leathery texture there and because they're so awkward he cannot sleep on his back. A few scars litter his torso but nothing outstanding besides his missing wings. Only bad gladiators got wounds and before his missing wings there was little that hurt him.

His hair is long, far longer than what is appropriate - by his previous masters wishes - and he enjoys wearing dangling jewelry, even while fighting. A display of pure cockyness because they'd have to grab it to rip it out. So far, only two earrings have been ripped out - though they've healed nicely.

PERSONALITY
Spike doesn't know tender touches or kindness. He doesn't know how to not shed blood for a meal and he knows that killing is bad but he also knows that sometimes killing is his only option. He's a conflicted person because he knows normal people - non-slaves - usually don't have to kill one another and those that do are punished but... It's his job. He was trained for it. Raised to do it. Specifically bred to be a warrior in the area. Spike, despite his lack of education, is quick witted and while he isn't book smart - he can't read - he is just generally an intelligent person.

As it is. Unfamiliar is bad and he is resistant to change because what happens when things change. So far nothing good has come of it for him.

ABILITIES
He used to fly, but a fight gone sour and too rough broke and amputated those.
He is strong. Dense. Tall. Quick. He doesn't know what he is but he knows he can open his mouth too wide and bit down hard. 
Spike is lethal and sometimes if he tries hard enough he can make candle flickers. Or a gentle nighttime breeze does it. He's never bothered to figure it out.

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HISTORY

Born of a slave and a master, Spike was bred specifically to become a gladiator. Thus he was raised as such. His mother didn't give him any siblings and he knows his Master to have horns and wings so he gathered that he was the man that fathered him but... Spike had no parents. He had leaders and trainers. Teachers. But no one to pat his head when he fell. No one to hold him when he felt sick. No one to ... Be kind. Tender. Give him the tools to become some semblance of a kind person.

Not to say Spike is without help. He can still learn. Just that the tools he grew up with is 'if punching it doesn't fix the problem, I should probably kick it.' As he grew up, he became an Arena regular, getting his first kill at 12 - some unarmored petty thief that probably cost more to put into the arena than what was stolen - Spike grew to love the attention. It wasn't good, but it felt good. He thrives on cheers. Thrives on the attention.

Now it's safe to say he's a bit of sarcastic monster and will do just about anything for attention. Good or bad. Which of course is never a good thing for anyone.

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