PRESUPPORTED BY ATLAS
Base: 25 mm
The son of a wealthy aristocrat from distant lands, he grew tired of studying diplomacy, cartography, rhetoric and politics. Since childhood, his dreams and desires have been inside the Arena, not inside the palatial cabinets. With the riches he inherited, he hired the best fighters, made himself a private training camp, and went to Vatentiana to live his life as a warrior in the Great Sports Arena.
Envy and hated by other gladiators, his attire is striking. His layered armor, laden with embellishments, is among the most advanced ever seen. Its great tarasca, with its wavy blade, has its own blacksmith, with the mission of keeping the curves of its edges always sharp. On top of his helmet, a bronze bird, symbol of the lands from which he came. His cape, bright purple, heavily dyed with the rarest of pigments, flutters brightly in the wind and the quick movements of his blows.
Because he's only in the Arena for the fun of the fight, not the money, he's always a target for his opponents. Unfortunately for them, money bought him, in addition to weapons and flashy clothes, the best preparation and the best training.
