Silas a également regardé le train d'Odessa. "Oui, elle est sur mes deux listes." Il a dit avec un sourire sous son masque "Vous pouvez en dire beaucoup sur la fille si vous regardez plus que juste son cul que vous savez, Elle est forte, une bagarre qu'il construit et la position montre qu'elle se tiendra avec défiance. Mais elle est nerveuse, je ne pense pas qu'elle ait déjà vu une vraie vie menacer le combat. » Il a dit de commenter la fille aussi. Silas a failli retirer Dixon quand il s'est levé, "Pas ce soir qu'elle s'entraîne. J'ai une idée, et si j'ai raison, elle viendra nous voir d'ici la fin de la journée demain. » Il a ajouté avec un ton coquin.
Il a fait un peu de toux alors qu'il avait remarqué qu'il était resté loin de son point d'origine. « Il y a quelques nobles qui semblent avoir une éducation décente et qui pourraient nous être utiles, mais celui que vous devriez approcher ce soir est le prêtre qu'il pourrait être bon d'avoir de notre côté avant notre représentation demain. Il pourrait ne pas le regarder mais il est un vieux guerrier et avec combien idiot notre chef actuel est nous pourrions avoir besoin de quelqu'un avec un peu de force tactique pour nous soutenir." "Et avant que tu ne dises quoi que ce soit, je sais qu'il n'est pas le meilleur spectateur, mais il sera utile." Silas a ajouté : « Je vais parler à un autre compagnon potentiel et voir revenir avec vous plus tard afin que nous puissions trouver un plan concret. » Silas a fini avant de se lever et de passer à autre chose. Il erra un peu à travers le camp, mais finit par se retrouver à côté de Violet. -- Eh bien, vous avez l'air calme, quelles sont vos pensées pour la bataille à venir, ma dame? Il a demandé avec un sourire sous son masque.
Name: Silas Rose
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Appearance:

Silas stands 5'9" tall with black hair, under the mask he hides his slave brand even after being freed
Bio: Born a slave in the city of Danenfoth Silas never was destined for an easy life. From the time he could barely walk he was forced into hard labor but is was his bad attitude and "That look" which lead Silas into a different form of Slavery. At the Age of six he was sold to "The Pit" an arena where slaves would fight for the amusement of the people. From the age of six he began his fight for survival. There was no formal training in the pit all you could do was take in anything and everything the older slaves were willing to pass down and from there build up your own fighting skill and power. All that was left was for you to survive.
Luckily the people of the empire aren't (entirely) Savages and Silas didn't have to step foot into the Arena until he was 16. And due to his strong will to live and the fact he had been in The Pit quite a bit longer than most of the slaves his age group he soon shot up the ranks to be one of the top spots in his generation. But that spot, although it did lead to some luxuries was more a curse than a blessing, as Silas' fame grew so did his adversaries. The young boy had more Challengers than he could count rarely getting more than a few days to rest before being thrown into the fray of battle again. This Cycle continued until Silas was 21 the day he won his freedom.
That day turned out to be one of the most challenging days of Silas' life. A special free for all brawl of a tournament all for a chance of freedom. Not only did Silas have to fight against his normal rivals, but all comers young and old from any division of The Pit. And after five grueling fights, one mock mission in which Silas and a team of his choosing fought to the death with live Orcs captured just for this event, and an unmissable final round, only one foe stood in his way .... A "Reaper" A masked Champion chosen to be a final test.
In all aspects Silas should have died in that final fight, but somehow he pulled through actually slicing the Reaper's mask in two before it could finish him off. With that move the Reaper saw the final thing it needed to see and instead of delivering the final blow helped Silas up freeing him from the pit. For the next Eight years Silas has worked as an Adventurer and Mercenary trying to make a name for himself. And now he has decided to make his own Mercenary Company in an attempt to take on bigger and better contacts and missions.
Fighting Style:
Survival - Silas' entire fighting style is designed to survive. Without any real or proper training his moves are almost feral and unpredictable, but yet sometimes flashy from his old need to please the crowd. Due to his time in the Pit Silas is proficient with most weapon types, but he prefers a sword to most other weapons.
Equipment:
-A Pair of One Twin Curved Sword
-An Orc Longsword
-An Oak Recurve Bow
-A Set of Throwing Knives x 10 total
-a Hunting Knife
-Modified suit of Empire scout Armor
-Quiver with arrows
-Survival Rations for a week
Skills/Abilities:
"Eye for Skill" - A talent almost required in the Arena, the ability to get a read of your oponent at a glance. this skill works on most humanoids. Silas uses things like body structure, body mass, they way someone walks/stands to determine someone's combat ability.
"That Look" - Silas' glare seems to pierce your soul making it very hard to lie to his face
Survivor - A Gladiator at heart Siegfried is a hard man to kill he comes with many scars and the lessons that come from it.
Storyteller - Although he seldom reveals his slave upbringing Siegfried is well known to tell the tales of the arena to boost the Moral of his comrades when needed.
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