Cerberus

It was a fine day with a bracing breeze. The smell of the sea wafted around them, the occasional glimpse of sun brightened everything to a glow, and the chains were so light, Cerberus didn’t even notice them. Not at all like the thick heavy chains he would be bound in for the Arena. Such a glorious day to be outside. Much better than being in the cells beneath an amphitheater, waiting to fight and bleed for the crowd on an unforgiving bed of sand. Feeling a nudge, he looked down to see a legionary trying to push him to keep the line moving.

Cerberus smiled and said “I am Cerberus! I fight well! I kill enemy!” The soldier looked up, replied “fucking great mate, now get a move on”

Cerberus did not understand, so he repeated a third of the latin that he knew “I am Cerberus!”

The legionary sighed, pointed up to the lines of other prisoners, and said loudly and slowly “Go..Up…There…Enemy … There!”

He didn’t understand all the words, but he knew to go where guards point. If he went that way, he would get to kill Rome’s enemies instead of their prisoners. And if he did it well enough, he got citizenship. It was true. The greek slave who was also at the recruiter explained it to him as they were signing up. It was good to know there was at least one other person here who spoke his language.

Character Sheet

'Carthaginian - Cerberus - slave - gladiator - taking a chance to become a citizen - barely speaks Roman, but can kill almost anything... even when he should run away'