Height 3'1";
Weight 40 lbs;
Age 37 years
Eyes Green;
Skin Yes;
Hair Medium length blonde
Appearance I have a dark long-coat with a yellow scarf that I wear over my armor. This coat and scarf were part of my trademark look in the arena, although I never got enough of a following to have any sort of fan base. My face, hands, and arms have faint scars from my years fighting in the arena. I've done my best to heal these wounds to minimize the scarring, but they are still noticeable on close inspection. I'm slightly self-conscious of this, and seeing someone notice the scars can make me feel a bit uncomfortable.
I am on the tall side for halflings at 3' 1" tall.
Personality Traits Nobody stays angry at me for long, since I can defuse any amount of tension.
Ideals Law: Without order, the world would devolve into chaos. (Lawful)
Bonds I got in hot water for rejecting a fight master's demand to throw a fight in the arena. Now I'm looking to redeem my name.
Flaws I have trouble keeping my true feelings hidden. My sharp tongue lands me in trouble.
Character Backstory I was raised in a small village and was the son of a boat rigger, who worked in the shipyard rigging up the ropes and cables of large ships (halflings are sought after for this job as they are very light and easy to hoist up into the framework of the ships). Growing up with an affinity to ropes and nets, and idolizing the rough and tumble lifestyle of the sailor-types of the town, I ended up becoming skilled with the use of whips and nets in combat.
Years later, I was in my mid twenties and had gotten in a scrap at the local tavern. A man approached me after the fight and told me he was looking for people who were willing to fight in the arena, and that I showed promise. He thought that I could be something of a novelty (being a halfing) and that he would be willing to train and sponsor me for a half a year. Being otherwise out of work at the time, I figured I shouldn't turn down the idea of a job in any case, and signed up.
My first forays into the arena were tough, and I failed often. One of the fighters saw my resolve and spirit, and introduced me to (the?) Judge. Being the god of valor and contracts, he was frequently revered by gladiators. I was previously not a particularly pious individual, but I appreciated Judge's impartiality. (I couldn't stand some of the more 'righteous' gods and followers, they always rubbed me the wrong way) I took to asking him for guidance and developed a relationship with him over a few years. He started granting me small things such as accelerated healing and minor favors, in return for me standing up against some of the corrupt or unfair dealings behind the scenes in the arena.
Campaign Trait Innocent - I had been requested to throw a fight from the fight boss of the arena. When I refused and won the fight, they framed me for stealing profits from the arena. Skill proficiency: Survival