Name: Anton

Age: 21

Sex: Male

Looks: Anton is very proud of his body. It is the result of the many years of harsh training he endured within the Coliseum. His body is of average height and his muscles are toned to perfection. Like any fighter he has many scars, monuments to the many fights he has survived. His unruly hair is blonde and it bounces just above his neck. His eyes have a hazel tint and always shine with glee and vitality. Regarding clothes, he prefers to wear baggy clothes to hide the knives he has hidden throughout his body. The only flaw he considers is the brand of the crow on his back, a scar that will forever mark him as a Child of the Coliseum.

Personality: Anton is naïve regarding almost everything except battles. In the midst of battle no one can pull one over him. However because he has been exposed only to battle, he has little experience with handling people and is easily tricked by others. He’s always very energetic and loyal to his friends. Some have gone as far as to say that he’s like a puppy, always bouncing around, begging for attention, but overall a true friend.
Anton is one that is not angered easily. His emotions are held mostly at bay, except under two special circumstances: he hates to be ignored and anything that attempts against someone’s free will. Anton loves attention and when people don’t listen to him and when people ignores him he gets angry like a child and will do anything to get that attention. On a more serious note, having lived in a form of captivity, Anton will not tolerate anyone who tries to force people to do their bidding. He will go out on a limb and give it his all to save someone from the cruel life of slavery.

Goals:
What Anton desires most if family. He has lived most of his life in the Coliseum and has only a vague memory of his mother. He is determined to find out where and who she is, by any means necessary.

Background:
Anton has been a part of the coliseum since he was very young. Like most of the children he no recollection of his past. But unlike them he feels it’s important to know where he came from and who his parents are. He was very young, but he does remember his mother and he believes that she is waiting for him.

In the beginning like all children, he was tested. He had to fight both weak adults and other children to earn his plate of food. But he also caught the attention of Valentina and shortly afterwards was initiated into the Children of the Amazon. He was taken to special quarters where all kinds of people trained his physique and his mentality. He learned about the human body, its bones, organs and pressure points, all in order to master techniques solely meant for killing.

As a child, his curiosity forced him towards a dangerous path. At that time the children were all gathered in the gym. And while everyone was busy training, he noticed Valentina was escorting an Indian man towards the private arena. There was something about the man that simply drew Anton’s attention. Every movement he made seem carefully calculated, it was like a tiger stalking its prey. Anton simply had to see more of the stranger and decided to sneak out of the gym and follow them. Down the hall as Anton followed the group, the Indian jerked his head towards Anton. Immediately he stuck to the wall. His heart almost jumped out of his chest, but everyone kept walking, and so Anton kept following.

In the private arena, he witnessed a scene he would never forget. Several people watched as Valentina, the Indian and another man, stepped into the ring. “You know what happens to traitors!” shouted Valentina pointing her slender finger at the man. “A martial arts master chooses his disciples. I’ve done a terrible thing here. I know where your loyalty lies and what you’re going to do. I will not sell out my arts for your killing circus!” the man shot back ready to fight for his life.

Anton observed from the shadows. He had seen many death matches in his short life, but never bout between masters. The man rushed in, and the Indian answered. The Indian brought two curved knives toward the man’s neck severing his jugular artery. Using his elbow he pushed the man left and with that forced he spun on his axis and positioned himself behind the man. The final blow was a straight slash to the back of the man’s neck, severing the nerve roots of this spinal cord.

Anton watched wide-eyed. He barely followed the Indian’s movements. Bewildered he rushed towards the ring. The moment he did guards seized him and Valentina was scolding him. They were about to take him towards the punishment chambers, when the Indian raised his hand and gestured for the guard to bring Anton to him.

“You have no wasted movements,” he whispered to the dark skinned man. “Every single one of them meant to deliver a kill blow… I want that technique!” he said to the man. He had been searching and searching through the martial arts books, but he had never seen anything of that nature.

The man craned his neck down and scrutinized Anton’s eyes. He liked what he saw in them. “Don’t die,” he uttered with a heavy accent. He shifted and made as if he was walking away, but instead he spun back with a heavy backhand towards Anton’s diminutive face. Anton’s eyes widened, he saw the blow coming, but his body reacted too late. His hand was not going to make it in time to shield him. Instead he shifted his center of gravity to follow the incoming blow, shifting away from it to minimize the damage. His body nonetheless was raised, and he spun on the ground twice before he landed with a heavy thud. For a few seconds he was dizzy and his vision a blurry mess. He coughed up blood a few times, before forcing his trembling body into a fighting stance.

“Good eyes and instinct. Come.” With those words Anton gained a master. He was a quiet man of few words and harsh training methods. The man traveled a lot, but he used the arena’s staff to oversee Anton’s training method, and when he came he would teach Anton the mechanics of his self invented fighting style.

Over the years as Anton fought in the Arena, he began developing his own style. At that time, his master’s visits became less, until he stopped coming at all. Later on, a meeting with a smith was arranged. The man wanted to develop weapons for Anton in order to advertise them in the arena. Together, using Anton’s style and preference and the man’s knowledge about knives and technology they developed Anton’s personal throwing knives. Those knives had been designed with a hollow interior were different kinds of small explosive devices had been installed. Amongst his repertoire, Anton had knives that had an incendiary, smoke, and flashing explosive.

His style evolved again. Using the throwing knives for a flashier way of fighting that focused more on the aesthetic of the battle, than the quick termination of the enemy. That fact made him a hit in the arena, but shot his chances at joining the other Children of the Amazon, to wherever they were taken when they were chosen by a master.

To this day, Anton lives in the Coliseum. He has become a celebrity, entertaining the gamblers with his flashy style of fighting, which is complemented by the slaughter techniques he learned as a child.