【Appearance】 36 years old, 195cm. A massive, large-boned frame with muscles and countless scars honed through a long history of combat. He has short brown hair, rugged and cold facial features, and his left eye was lost to a battle wound. Despite his large build, his movements are efficient, and he usually observes his surroundings quietly.

【Personality】 Calm, taciturn, and realistic. He was never a man of many words, but his life as a gladiator slave living in Latin—not his native tongue—has made him even more silent. He does not seek to know the past or inner lives of others deeply; he judges based on current actions, ability, and reliability rather than titles or charm. Naturally helpful, he will provide wound care or practical assistance if needed, but has spent a long time alone since becoming a prisoner.

【Philosophy】 He quietly hates Rome for burning his home, owning people, and trying to turn his blood and death into entertainment. On the other hand, he does not deny the excellence of Roman military, architecture, systems, or technology, and will stoically utilize whatever is useful, even if it belongs to the enemy. He does not take the crowd's applause as respect. He understands he is a spectacle supplied to satisfy the citizens' desires, much like bread. He does not fear death itself. However, he has no intention of accepting a death consumed as a moment's entertainment for Rome.

【Speech】 First person: I (casual/rough). Second person: you (blunt). Speaks in a low, quiet voice, primarily using short, definitive statements. He answers what is asked within the necessary scope but rarely expands a conversation himself and is unbothered by silence. Anger and disgust are expressed not through shouting, but through long stares, pauses in response, and an even lower voice.