Country Affiliation: Wanderer
Race: Slime Shifter
Tier: D
Class: Body Manipulator
Age + Birthdate: 1/2 12
Gender: ♂
Sexuality: Hetero
Personality: Spartacus is a child, broken by the Black Spiders. His outlook on life is pessimistic and bleak. His thoughts and dreams are completely shattered and poisoned by the cruelty from the Black Spiders. He has resigned himself to his fate, but a voice deep in his head resents his fate and resents him for being so weak, leading to some suicidal tendencies.
But despite his tormented soul, he has a lot of kindness in his heart for others. He tries to be honest and kind to anyone he sees, especially those that are kind to him even just a little bit. Another part of his childish outlook is his spontaneity and over-emotional about just everything. He'll jump to do anything, with equal parts curiosity, and looks for any chance to talk to people. Unless it conflicts with any of his orders as a slave since he's very honest and responsible.
As a child without a proper education, he sees things very different from other people. An extremely creative and whimsical soul and comes up with imaginative reasons for anything from lightning to magic, which can be quite endearing, and while completely unconventional, he won't take it to the point of rebellion or questioning what people tell him.
Likes: The Ocean. The ocean is so big, he can't even fathom it and it allows his imagination to run wild.
Gladiator. A staple from his home country of Reim, the contagious cheering in the stands just stuck with him.
Dislikes: Books. Spartacus can't read, making him feel stupid.
Illness. Makes him feel bad, and doesn't understand it. His brain can't even be creative while he's sick.
Aspirations: Committing Suicide. If only he could listen to the degrading voice in his head that can't stand this version of him and just off himself. He could finally punish himself for being a slave and being dumb, and all this suffering would finally be over. The only way he could escape being a slave and his stupidity would be to end it all. At least once a day when he sees a sharp tool, it crosses his mind.
Phobias/fears: Commiting Suicide. While the voice in his head says "Do it, do it." when he walks on the roof of a house, there's something inside of him that has been stopping him, an instinct. He's afraid of the unknown, of no longer being, about his whole life being completely pointless. However, most of all, he's most afraid of missing out on a final sliver of hope that there is a chance that he could live a happy life.
Face-Claim: Rimuru Tempest (Slime Form) - TENSEI SHITARA SLIME DATTA KEN
Hair Color: Sky Blue Bald Slime.
Eye Color: Glowing Lemon
Height: 1.5 M
Weight: 40 kg
Appearance: Initially a human, he lost all of his human appearances to the Alchemists, when his master Eight bid on a dungeon beast transformation, forcing him to take it. Now he has taken the full body of a slime. His features are much less defined. He can morph completely at will taking many shapes and sizes. At times, he will take the shape of a human, or that of a tiny ball of slime. But regardless of form, he always maintains a set of eyes and a mouth. He no longer wears any clothing. He can alter his texture to match skin or the fibers of a fabric.
Rukh Alignment: Black
Special Features: Bioluminescent Eyes
History: Spartacus was an orphan in Reim, but people always tried to help out the kind, wide-eyed boy, especially since they felt bad for him when his single mother who was a baker had passed away in a mugging. Her baked goods were perfection and even the bread was warm, fresh and gooey, and she would even give away some fresh goods to the less fortunate. Spartacus took it very hard, and the community took it upon themselves to get him a donation drive, and like they say, it takes a village to raise a kid. Everyone pitched in financially, and they pitched in their time to take care of the boy. While it took time to grow out of the pit of despair, he still did his best to be the kind, innocent boy he always was. But eventually, the people of Reim got wrapped up in their own life, but eventually gave him the occasional odd job to survive.
During his free time, he would watch the coliseum and his favorite fighter was Octavia. She was on her way to fighting Octavius but eventually, something had seemed to happen to her mental state and even her performance changed. He would watch and try to learn the moves from the gladiators.
And then a Black Spider member got caught wind of this during his excursions. The Black Spider operative had the idea to take this orphaned boy not only because he would have no direct family to look after him, but he seemed to have a nice stash of money and if he could enslave this boy, he would also get a big bonus for his work. He took the time to con the boy to separate him and then took his money and enslaved him.
It was at this point when he was, tortured, beaten and his financial security taken, taken from his friends, that he realized what a mistake his whole life was. Now he was chained, and abused nearly everyday, with no skills but a good heart. Eventually his mind tried to get him to escape the pain from suicide. His first attempt was to hold his breath until he would suffocate, but he merely passed out. Then something new happened... instead of dying, when he awoke, he was greeted by Eight. He was sold off in his sleep, because he would be worthless dead.
Now following Eight around when requested, he was treated like a worker, only being punished when there was a reason. But this abuse, he could not escape, being experimented on by the Alchemists.
Role-Play Sample: It's 8.
