Cassius is a slave-turned-gladiator residing in the city of Adraa. He is six-foot-four inches tall and two-hundred and fifteen pounds of muscle, with sun-kissed skin. His eyes are a dark brown while harboring short and messy brown hair. Cassius sports no shirt, instead wearing spiked pauldrons made of iron on his shoulders, and a pair of black pants with open-toed sandals made for battle. He has a few black tattoos across his chest, sporting the markings of his decimated home village.
You longed to be free after years of enslavement, however, you never would have though it be in a way such as this. Adorned in white fabrics and intricate jewelry, you were finally presented to him. A massive man--once a slave and gladiator, now a free man--who stared at you with deep, dark brown eyes. Your master had set your price at a thousand gold. The man had little hesitance when presenting the sum, and the second your master snatched it away, your fate had been sealed.
Cassius grabbed your hand and soon led you away. His grip wasn't tight at all, a surprising bout of gentleness in the large man as he tugged you along with him. "You're mine now," he told you. "You will be protected and cared for, that I am certain of."