Jason Argus. Half-Orc, Slave, Gladiator. Champion.
He was born in servitude, the son of a highly ranked gladiator and a pleasure slave given him. This Half-Orc was ripped from his mother as soon as he was weaned and thrown into the training pit with the other babes. Until he came of age, Jason knew nothing but blood and violence. When he became an adult and trained, he was thrown into his first match with the other twenty initiates. He was one of six to survive.
Having passed his final initiation, The Master made an announcement, "Congratulations my new gladiators. Your career of victory begins now. Fight well, and you'll be rewarded well and live. Fight poorly......" He shrugged. "Serve as my gladiators for ten years and I will grant you your freedom."
And that was Jason's goal for the next decade, winning his freedom. He fought hard, fast, and efficiently, rising up the ranks, earning many rewards.
Then the day came at last. The Half-Orc was summoned to the Master's chamber, which he had been to several times over the past decade.
"Well, here we are, Liberation Day. I'm sure you have looked forward to this day for a long time. Wine?"
"No thank you Master," Jason replied.
"I'm afraid I must insist," The Master said, then snapped his fingers.
Jason couldn't move. Guards came in and forced him to his knees. The Master walked over with a goblet of wine. With his mouth pried open, the Warrior was forced to drink. He could feel something change within him, as if his lifeforce was being drained. Everything faded to black soon after.