The Celt remembers very little of his homeland any more. Though he was fifteen when he was captured and sold into slavery, his memories of his time before Rome are so few and so fleeting that he wonders sometimes if he merely dreamed them.
His home, for the last ten years, has been the largest ludi - or gladiator school - in all of rome. And he, their prize pupil. Though maybe once he railed upon his captors, it has been a long time since he has thought of any other way of life than the sword, the bow, and the chariot.
Today, outfitted in all the splendor his keeper could manage, he fights for the emperor himself.