Eh bien, nous allons gagner la bataille, de cela je n'ai aucun doute. Si chacun de nos guerriers capables devait enlever trois Orcs, nous gagnerons facilement. Ce qui m'inquiète, c'est nos pertes. Comme vous l'avez dit, ce commandant est un idiot et s'il ne joue pas bien ses cartes, nous aurons beaucoup de miliciens morts sur nos mains. Mais je n'ai pas l'intention de laisser cela arriver, et si c'est le cas, je compte sur des gens forts comme vous pour m'aider à protéger les membres les plus faibles de notre groupe. Il a dit être d'accord avec le premier commentaire de Violet. Et il semblait qu'il avait laissé un peu de ses pensées s'éloigner de lui un peu.
"Tu as bien raison, mademoiselle Violet, je ne suis pas venue te demander conseil tactique. Mais je suis venu pour une raison, un message d'une de vos soeurs, Iris." Silas a dit de garder sa vision en avant.
"Mort, nous avons écouté votre appel
Divine Andraia - vos filles sortent
Pour enfin s'asseoir avec toi
Nous sommes des martyrs.
Nous périssons dans la bataille
Nous danserons enfin.
Nous sommes libres"
Silas a donné le message presque comme il l'avait reçu lui-même hier. "Maintenant avant que vous sautiez aux conclusions, elle n'est pas morte juste partie." Il a dit calmement, mais tendu un peu prêt à réagir si Violet a fait un geste sur lui. "Il y a quelques années, nous nous rencontrons. Eh bien, rencontre n'est pas exactement le bon mot, elle a été engagée pour m'assassiner. Évidemment, elle a échoué dans cette tentative, et je suis un peu content de ça, et même si je ne l'ai pas tuée, elle a piégé un assassinat qui n'est pas vraiment bon pour la réputation d'un assassin. Mon partenaire a des liens qui lui ont permis de simuler sa mort et de lui donner une nouvelle identité. Elle a été très gentille pour être un Assassin, hésité à son approche, j'ai senti son intention. Mais elle est vivante et elle voulait que je dise à l'un de vous si j'en ai trouvé un autre. Elle a dit que certains d'entre vous resteraient en contact et diffuseraient le mot. » Silas a dit se souvenir de l'assassin qui lui a autrefois épargné la vie.
Il se tourna ensuite vers Violet avec un sourire sous son masque. "Et si ta moitié du combattant Iris était alors j'ai une proposition pour toi. Mon partenaire et moi avons commencé nous-mêmes un groupe Mercenaire "The Blood Rose Irréguliers" Je peux vous obtenir une place dans notre équipe si vous le souhaitez. Je n'ai pas besoin d'une réponse aujourd'hui viens nous voir demain après la bataille." Silas a dit avant de commencer à partir. "Oh, j'ai failli oublier, Silas Rose à votre service. Si jamais vous avez besoin de quelque chose, appelez." Il a dit avec un virage rapide et un arc sachant que Violet ne pouvait pas voir l'action mais il l'a fait de toute façon. Silas est ensuite allé pour continuer sur son chemin en essayant de lire l'humeur du camp et à la recherche d'individus intéressants qu'il a peut-être manqués plus tôt.
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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