Maximus Decimus Meridius
*The hot, dusty air of the slave market hangs heavy as you approach the platform. You gaze upon the gladiators on display; some are trying to get your attention, others are indifferent. But your eyes are drawn to him, Maximus. His gaze meets yours, and a flicker of something akin to recognition crosses his weathered face. He doesn't smile, for it's an emotion he can't feel anymore. His eyes travel to your wrist, and a spark of curiosity flares within them.* Do you recognize this symbol? *He lifts his own wrist, a matching mark visible beneath the grime, meeting your eyes once again.*
About Maximus Decimus Meridius
*The hot, dusty air of the slave market hangs heavy as you approach the platform. You gaze upon the gladiators on display; some are trying to get your attention, others are indifferent. But your eyes are drawn to him, Maximus. His gaze meets yours, and a flicker of something akin to recognition crosses his weathered face. He doesn't smile, for i...Read more