THE PEOPLE'S CHAMPION

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[righteouskills]

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#𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒        /        𝐀𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐒        𝐋𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐔𝐒       /       𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐂      /     𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐎𝐍        .                                      HE       IS      BUT      A      MYTH      .      A      LEGEND      YOU      MIGHT      CALL      HIM        .      a      story     of      rags      to      riches      .      a      man      who      fed      off      the      roar      of      the      crowd      /      they      loved      him      &      all      that      he      stood      for      .

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃      :      𝗟𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗼#𝟲𝟰𝟭𝟲             (      best      place      to      contact      me      .      if      we’re      mutuals      feel      free      to      add      ,      just      let      me      know      who      you      are      )      .

𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐎      .      𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐑      .      𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃      .      𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄      /      𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋      .      𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐘      /      independent      ,      fandomless    ,      highly      selective     AUCTUS     LUPIDUS      /      GLADIATOR    OC      ,      low      activity      blog      written      by      tup      .                 

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[vkarian]

𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐒 𝐕𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍 / #𝐕𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍 Independent, private, low activity, multi-verse friendly and highly selective blog for Garrus Vakarian of the Mass Effect franchise calibrated by Tup.

[righteouskills]

✨🎶 List 5 songs you like to listen to, then tag 10 of your followers. 🎶✨

Volbeat - For Evigt ft. Johan Olsen Bon Jovi - Wanted Dead Or Alive Kasabian - You're In Love With a Psycho Guns N' Roses - Nightrain  Oasis - Live Forever

tagged by:  @austerulous thank you <3

tagging: @bladeinstinct / @wolfell / @divinitywept / @vxctorx / @bladewarde / @vilestblood / @luposcainus / @viilein / @azraelreckoning / @notodin

[righteouskills]

As long as he could remember, bereavement had been his only relative, his crutch to a life much simpler than this. A shadowy entity only visible to the creator; like a spectre of the night, uncannily lurking over his shoulder, feeding off his being whenever repentance took control of its vessel, refusing to relent until the broken bonds had been firmly cemented shut. It was a coping mechanism, a way to bury a troubled mind deep beneath the sand, just out of reach of the snakes that burrowed endlessly to find a chink in his impervious armour. He didn’t want it to end up like this, and in his right mind, who would? Left alone to face the cruel world without the soft, tender clutches of family, a world where you need to sell yourself just to make amends for the debts of ghosts.

The single candlelight offers him little respite from the maniacal clutches of darkness, though, just enough to highlight the makeshift shrine he’d amassed to those long gone, never forgotten. To family and friends anew; it wasn’t much, but then again, nothing could ever come close to honouring that of your role models or the love of your life, the people who helped shape him into the man he was today. Here, the cave hides his shame, his tears from the prying eyes of the outside world, a safe space where the only thoughts were those of his own colourful fruition. If only for a moment before returning to the bloodshed, he could say he found peace, something not one of his brothers could share.

❝ Until tomorrow... ❞ the broken man marked his parting words with a solemn nod, though, just before he could turn away, the gladiator’s attention was caught by the bouncing of the flame. His pictures left trembling on the smooth rock face as the tremors rapidly grew in strength. Calloused digits scour the cave walls in an attempt to regain their balance. All the while, a glance shifts to the cave’s opening, now becoming a welcoming blue iris. He garners an inch of strength as he finally manages to find solid footing, but is quickly swept from his feet once more as the ground swallows him a hole. His fall may have only lasted a matter of moments before he hit solid ground, but to him, it felt like an eternity as his life flashed before his very eyes before everything going black.

There was a shadow of hope coiling from within, somehow wishing that this was all just one bad dream, that he’d wake up and it’d all be over. However, deep down he knew he was living off false prophets, but just for one moment, he thought he could pretend, of a better life, a past life. His eyes flickered open, tentatively opening and then closing again, expecting hell to await him with open arms. The world was a blur to him when he awoke, taking a moment before his vision came back to him. He managed to just about sit up, amazed that he still had functionality in all his limbs, nothing broken, at least, nothing that he could tell from a short self-diagnosis. ❝ What the hell are you doing down here? ❞ the words fired from his mouth without a moment’s thought, almost forgetting entirely of his own current predicament. The pain and torture ceased, be it only a short moment as the thrill of adrenaline circled through his blood stream. Beaten and bloodied, the man once more finds his feet, coming to rest just in front of @viilein​’s restraints.

[heavensghost]

Bastille 🔫 Glory

[ayliffe]

ultimately i think we all want someone who will tenderly wipe the blood off our face

[righteouskills]

dolcesuono​:

@righteouskills​ said: ‘ i’m surprised to see you here. ’

“  and why should i not be?  ”    she replies, the ghost of a teasing smile on her lips. in truth, though, she knows he is right. this is far from her usual milieu. but sometimes - whether she’d have chosen it or no - she finds herself dragged by a friend to a different entertainment than the she made her own trade in. and tonight, that meant a fight. but, all the same, there is a glint of amusement in her eye when she greets the man. his reputation precedes him, of course. one brow lifts in challenge.    “  you believe, i suppose, that i don’t have the stomach for all of this?  ”

❝ Oh... quite the contrary. Someone as honourable and prestigious as yourself, I find their stomach is as strong as the blade is sharp. ❞ he enlightens, his narrowed lips curling subtly into a prosperous grin, a warming offer of deference and solace. Eyes danced deftly over her shoulder, sharing a brief glance with the guard that was observing his every move with hawk-like precision before his attention resumed. Truthfully, it was still a surprise that the invitation had been accepted, these sands, everything that they represented to him and his brothers. It was often a distinct taste, one that didn’t always coincide well with others. ❝ I... ❞ words elude the man, his smile fading into obscurity as the headless husk of a victim was lugged in front of them, the crimson trail still fresh from the kill before drifting out of view behind the door frame. ❝ A fine sacrifice all for your entertainment. ❞

[righteouskills]

𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲?

Class: Fighter

You’re a practical and determined person who goes after what you want. You’re very competitive and may be a bit of a perfectionist, always challenging yourself to do better. You’re not an especially flashy person and you don’t care about status or luxury unless it’s something you’ve earned. You’re grounded and focused on the real world, more concerned with what is than with what could be.

Sub-Class: Banneret

A banneret, sometimes also called a Purple Dragon Knight, is a knight who inspires greatness in others by committing brave deeds in battle. A banneret prefers to lead through deeds, not words. As a banneret spearheads an attack, their actions can awaken reserves of courage and conviction in allies that they never suspected they had. You’re a natural leader with a charming personality. You’re good at persuading others to be on your side in most arguments or situations. People are drawn to you and you might find yourself continually ending up in charge of situations, sometimes on purpose and sometimes unintentionally, because you have a way of speaking and acting that makes others feel like you know what you’re doing. You don’t necessarily seek out the spotlight, you’re just trying to do your best, but it does make you feel good when you know that you’re able to inspire others.

tagged by:  @austerulous  <3

 tagging: you!

[righteouskills]

bladewarde​:

There’s always something needing to be done: Weapons maintenance, food preparation, and generally remaining out of the way of the fighter’s that make their home at the ludus. It’s honest work, difficult, but there’s something exciting to be had for Laera when submerged in the thick of combatants. As an observer, witnessing their progress and knowing it would ultimately culminate when they stood on display for a sea of spectators… The stories she’s heard in passing are a poor substitute for seeing it in person, and being in their company is the closest she’s ever come to witnessing it for herself. 

To some degree, she admires them – their dedication, their skill – and while there’s an itch in her hands to wield a sword of her own, Laera is content enough to simply be. ❝ Can I ‘elp you with anything? ❞ Laera asks, her hands folded at her front as she makes an attempt to be useful to someone.

@righteouskills​ / plotted!

A man celebrated by many names, Auctus of Antium, The Keeper of Peace, The Slayer of Giants, branding routinely admonished by both the Dominus, as well as the men and women of this great city. To his brothers, however, those both new and old, he stands among them proud to be their champion. While many seek claim to the title, the fame, the riches, the luxuries which the name entails; none are yet to stand worthy of being spoken in the same sentence, let alone the same breath as he. They might wear the same mark upon their flesh, united under one house, yet not even Jupiter himself would come to grace their shortcomings in nothing but their blood and sweat, laid slain at the end of the champion’s wooden blade.

Doctore offers a brief respite prior to training’s evening resumption, a chance to fill empty stomachs, or in other cases, shame the house with weakness as they cower towards the medicus. Auctus lays down his arms before him, placing sword and shield upon the sacred sands below. His belly cries as if a lion bores right in front of him, quickly seeking shelter from the unforgiving sun’s rays. Being champion would often come with its perks; his food procured before any other, a mark of respect, and one rightfully earned. He sat atop his throne, and though to many it appeared a bench like any other, he made sure he was always the head of the table. His bowl sat before him, eager hands trailing the rim before a glimpse was cast aside to the woman he was yet to come acquainted with. ❝ Forgive me, my eyes are yet to cast gaze upon your beauty. A new servant to the domina, I suspect... ❞ he spoke with mouth full, his food waved before him in emphasis as each word fell from his lips. ❝ Tell me, how did you end up lost in this world of pig and shit? ❞

[righteouskills]

         𝘼𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚    𝙘𝙖𝙣    𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣    𝙩𝙤    𝙗𝙚    𝙖    𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧   ...    𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩    𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙨    𝙮𝙤𝙪    𝙤𝙪𝙩    𝙞𝙨    𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜    𝙩𝙝𝙚    𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨𝙚𝙩    𝙤𝙛    𝙖    𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙤𝙣   ...

𝐀𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐒    𝐋𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐔𝐒        /        #RIGHTEOUSKILLS    ,    The    Murmillo    .    The    People’s    Champion    .    The   Slayer   of    Giants    .    Private    and    highly    selective    gladiator    oc    .    Fandomless    ,    heavily    plot    driven    ,    multi-verse    friendly    written    by    Tup    .   

[b1rdwatch3r]

I need someone to play with my hair it’s an emergency (I’m gay)

[righteouskills]

❛   if you remember me, then i don’t care if everyone else forgets. ❜ – from Horace.                  /                     𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

They dine in silence, except for the few out-of-tune whispers from across the tables. They are smart to save their energy, for another gruelling day awaits them upon the sands of the pits. They laze beneath the sweltering daybreak, just out of her reach; the radiant light hugging the land as the sun extends her golden arms upon the streets of Rome. His brown eyes cast heavenwards, resting softly upon her righteousness. He speaks a solemn prayer, a plea to the bringer of rain himself, Zeus. His anger, his hatred, his damnation to them all would appear to never be ending, as once more, their quest for forgiveness is ill sufficient to the almighty.

❝ Of course I do... I’d never forget a face around here, especially not when they announce their arrival quite like yours. Now that... that was something. ❞ the gladiator’s helm rose briefly from his breakfast, offering @austerulous​ a broad smile of reassurance from across the table before going back to his food. He slides his water ration over the table just in front of the other, side-eyeing the other men that resented his blood for helping those yet to stand their test. ❝ Take it, please. Believe me, you’ll need your strength today. ❞

[righteouskills]

nightmdic​:

❛ alright, who am i beating up? ❜

     “Oh, don’t worry about it - I’m perfectly fine, really.”

The bandages to her forearm are fresh, changed regularly since her interaction with a patient who might have just gotten scared by being in such an environment; a note to self - don’t keep any sharp objects near patients of concern.

     “It was just a scratch.” one that required stitches.

❝ Why defend them ? If they are not to be reprimanded, then who’s to say it won’t happen again;. If not fatal the next time? ❞ Truthfully, he shouldn’t care, but yet here, maiming the defenseless, it burns a hole in his heart. It was like a man speaking out of turn to his doctore, harming those providing aid was never to be taken lightly. ❝ Let me help,  ❞ the gladiator barters determinedly . The hair on the back of his hand, standing to attention as his digits softly rested upon her own. ❝ I’m no doctor, but that is more than just a scratch. ❞

[righteouskills]

notodin​:

head heavy with braids tilts, intrigued. her attitude is seldom not foul, unless she is with her clan  …  but never pleasant towards strangers or outsiders unless a good reason warrants her best. it is his choice of word that truly irks her, and nothing more or less.

🙶  careful who you call ‘ woman, ’ ofstopi. too friendly a tongue is at risk of being sliced out.  🙷          from the looks of him, he would put up a good fight, but that does not stop her from speaking the threat into being. wolfsmal has always enjoyed a challenge.          🙶  the finest craftsmanship: a smith from my clan forges tirelessly for me, but i am the one who engraves the iron.  🙷    

Words dare forsake him now. Parched lips help serenade muted lullabies, his mind simmering on lost apologies. A throne brutally torn from beneath him, cut down to size at the tip of one’s blade. The twinkle in his eye instantly extinguished into austere obscurity, shaken violently from his perch among the treetops so high. He preceded in silence, the sweetest of serenity before he dared part his lips once more, casting words upon a ship of hope and hesitance. ❝ Then it would appear my dearest of condolences are in order, ❞ quickly rescinding upon previous comments, the man’s voice choked up as if each syllable were to be his last.

A worthy adversary, he never doubted the likes, but right now, he seeks no bloodshed here, not unless necessary. ❝ I suppose the props shall be shared then, ❞ he continues while a cautious smile awakened upon one side of his face. ❝ There’s still one question burning in the back of my mind, how did the guards let you venture this close to the Ludus? ❞

[righteouskills]

❛ i wish we never met. ❜ hello!!               /                   𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   

❝ Because I choose to be here under my own free will... ❞ the gladiator lambastes, not giving @bladewarde​’s words a chance to settle upon the surface. His own, laced with venom and barbarity, offering a rare break of a character, the chink in the otherwise robust set of armour. His fists unhinged, while his body left trembling in its wake; fists of rage landing violently upon the bench below, a final failed attempt to dispel the repressed anger seething within tainted blood. When your name holds so much aplomb, yet you squander the chance you have to make amends. Being here, facing near certain death, this was his calling, his chance to make right, to make them proud. ❝ You know nothing about me, so why should I care? ❞

[darlingkays]

Aaron Jakubenko as Augie McTeer in Tidelands (2018 -).

[righteouskills]

❛ you owe me a dinner. a very nice dinner. ❜                   /                   𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒  ​  

A bet was a bet, even if Auctus would reluctantly tell you otherwise. ❝ I don’t owe you shit. ❞ the gladiator brooded upon further frustrations, waving off the other, unwilling to admit gracefully too his defeat. He daren’t cross eyes with @tridynt​, though he already knew far too well that such a feat was a lost cause. Time was rapidly dwindling down, standing upon thin ice and resisting the urge to budge. Was he angry? Truthfully, yes, but this time, it was with himself, though, not like he’d admit that willingly, even if his shrunken ego and frail nerves were an easy tell for anyone to see.  

Heavy sigh invokes a cooler head, be it only barely. The gladiator was silent, left scrutinising violently upon his mistakes softly to himself. He was a perfectionist, especially when it came to his bladework, to be bested by anyone, he wasn’t sure whether he could live it down. While the respect was rightfully garnered, the flame keeping his heart pumping ran cold. He’d made a point of openly supporting others that he often forgot about himself, dwelling on his own stupid mistakes. Many would say it was just training, but to him, it held much more significance than just training. In hindsight, he let his guard down, he got sloppy, and was that to happen elsewhere, that would be his last fatal error he’d ever make. Once more, the man lets out a sigh, this time slightly softer and more forgiving.  ❝ FIne, ❞ he finally admits.