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[b]Name:[/b] Cynbel (Kin-Bul)

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Age:[/b] 26

[b]Height:[/b] 5'11

[b]Weight:[/b] 195lb

[b]Preferred Gladiator Form:[/b] Thraex

[b]Bio:[/b] Cynbel was born in Britain and raised a warrior Celt. From a young age he took to life joyfully, soon growing prideful of his people and culture. Where Cynbel really flourished was tribal warfare, he loved the excitement, renown and prizes that often spawned from his peoples victories and soon lived only to further his clans way of life. That's not to say he was a brute though, he loved his people as a whole, it was simply that them trying to destroy and gain advantage on one another was a part of who they were. A part that for a long while Cynbel loved. When the Empire invaded Britain Cynbel took tremendous joy in seeing his people unite, and felt tremendous pain as they were slowly crushed under the Empires legion. 

He fought for as long as he could, being injured more than once whilst doing so but eventually he and his raiding party fell. He looked up at the soldier, ready to die. He wasn't killed though, only knocked unconscious. When he awoke he was on a Legion ship, bound and headed directly to Maro to be sold. Despite looking for every opportunity to break free and join his people in the afterlife by way of fighting Cynbel just didn't find chance and was soon lined up for selling with many other slaves. Early one morning a man came by; Canis Borrel. He looked over the slaves, looking each in the eyes in a way that made Cynbel believe he could stare through them into the soul. Whether it was the obvious battle scars or the anger and hate burning in his eyes Cynbel was purchased for some reason, a reason he does not care to know as of yet.