Plot: Humans are diverse. What else can they deny about this abundant race? The problem was their ingenuity and it constantly had an effect on the races they dubbed as supernatural or aliens, who had to live on the same planet as they did. There was a way to fix all of this however. Supreme beings gathered together to make a new world for them, but the damage was already done. To solve this matter, games were held every year, humans pulled from their homes and forced to play. If they won every game in the year, they were free to return, time seemingly standing still from their point of abduction. If they lose however, the species that held that game within the arena (Reminiscent to the Colosseums back in ancient Greece and Rome claim right to secure these losers and force them to a life of bringing back their on the verge of dying races.
Name: Sergio Torres
Age: 30
Height: 6'0
Weight: 165 lbs.
Bio: A premier soccer player from Spain, Sergio was selected because of this aspect, the male being close to what most consider a gladiator or Olympian Athlete. He was taken away from his wife and son.
Description: Short messy red-brown hair, complete with a slightly shaven beard. His body frame is lean, but muscular, from the sport he plays, slight thick calves however from years of running.
Name: Vector Dalios
Age: Appears in his early 20s, but has been around for centuries.
Height: 6'7"
Weight: 245 lbs of solid muscles
Bio: A prince of a race known as Torians, what most mistake for aliens.
Description: He's quite slim for his race's kind, but that's hardly saying much. They naturally tower over humans and some of the other races with bulk, but are most known for their pale colorful glowing skin. In his case, his skin is a faint purple, his hair short and messy, but platinum blond all the same with facial hair. His eyes glow a neon blue.
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He was there for what seemed to be a week. That was how the wonky calendar read at least. The months and the days read differently than when he was on Earth. This planet was similar yet different. More forests were grown, the skies were red during the day and the stars and cosmos apparent at night. It was like a paradise in a way if some of the customs weren't restricted to just the medieval and Greco-Roman periods in time.
He had played their games for days, surviving each one so far. The male had everything to lose with this situation, a wife and a kid back at home waiting on him. That was most of his driving force and when he was forced to fight against other humans in these games, he felt bad for them because they would lose and have to stay there, some with the same motives and purposes as him. He walked town the merchant street, looking to buy food for the night with the coins he had earned from each experience.
Name: Sergio Torres
Age: 30
Height: 6'0
Weight: 165 lbs.
Bio: A premier soccer player from Spain, Sergio was selected because of this aspect, the male being close to what most consider a gladiator or Olympian Athlete. He was taken away from his wife and son.
Description: Short messy red-brown hair, complete with a slightly shaven beard. His body frame is lean, but muscular, from the sport he plays, slight thick calves however from years of running.
Name: Vector Dalios
Age: Appears in his early 20s, but has been around for centuries.
Height: 6'7"
Weight: 245 lbs of solid muscles
Bio: A prince of a race known as Torians, what most mistake for aliens.
Description: He's quite slim for his race's kind, but that's hardly saying much. They naturally tower over humans and some of the other races with bulk, but are most known for their pale colorful glowing skin. In his case, his skin is a faint purple, his hair short and messy, but platinum blond all the same with facial hair. His eyes glow a neon blue.
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He was there for what seemed to be a week. That was how the wonky calendar read at least. The months and the days read differently than when he was on Earth. This planet was similar yet different. More forests were grown, the skies were red during the day and the stars and cosmos apparent at night. It was like a paradise in a way if some of the customs weren't restricted to just the medieval and Greco-Roman periods in time.
He had played their games for days, surviving each one so far. The male had everything to lose with this situation, a wife and a kid back at home waiting on him. That was most of his driving force and when he was forced to fight against other humans in these games, he felt bad for them because they would lose and have to stay there, some with the same motives and purposes as him. He walked town the merchant street, looking to buy food for the night with the coins he had earned from each experience.