"I cannot run from this."

You Got: Chaotic Neutral

You follow your own rules, often in direct contradiction to the law of the land. You’re not beholden to traditions, and you believe strongly in freedom, regardless of how it is obtained.

Popular chaotic neutral characters:

Aladdin from Disney’s Aladdin

Draco Malfoy Harry Potter

Sterling Archer from Archer

Tagged by: Nobody, just wanted to do the thing.

“Finally you see sense,” he chuckled, sound fond and low as brush was accepted. Familiar with task, he gently undid braids in hair with practiced ease, each movement designed to not cause pain though neither were strangers to such. Once freed, he stroked bristles through always surprisingly soft locks, a subtle sheen coming to strands slipping between fingers that had not been present before and Nasir, though hurting, kept tone even when words came forth. He would not cause scene, fate had seemingly been decided whether he desired it or not. “Perhaps, yet I stand to lose more than one I care for in coming days. I would stand by your side awhile.”

        Elisabeth had been invited to stay at the house of Batiatus under the pretense that she’d be able to sway her husband’s loyalties to favor the man who ran the ludus. Though husband was currently away with the army, which was why the young woman was currently attending festivities alone. A small movement from the corner of her eye caught Elisabeth’s attention, and gaze was drawn just for a moment while Lucretia was going on about the history of their great house or some other. A young woman– who looked much Elisabeth’s own age– was standing in a previously unoccupied corner, looking flushed for reasons the Roman could only hazard guesses at.

        Attention is drawn back to Lucretia, and gracious smile curves the younger Roman’s lips as she nods. “Of course– I shouldn’t draw your attention any longer when there are more important things to be done. Please…” glance and smile is turned to the other woman– Naevia– and Elisabeth gives another nod. “I’m certain we shall be just fine.”

        Fingers brush over the fabric of her dress as Lucretia walks away to attend to more pressing matters, and Elisabeth glances around a moment before turning eyes back on Naevia. “Training?” She asks curiously, twisting fingers together as she considers her options. “I suppose when one is in a ludus, the training is something to see, especially when there are such high praises of the gladiators.”

"It would be shame to miss such spectacle." It appeared gods did listen to woes of humble slaves, at least on this occasion, not only had she’d pique the interest of an important guest but Lucretia was pleased enough to smile in her direction while leaving the room. Soon as her domina’s shoulder rounded corner the now stale air she'd been hold finally found slow release. Head only turning to a subtle degree it was easy to maintain focus on Elizabeth. "...Though training is a most serious matter for every gladiator, watching the sweat and determination that goes into it can be surprisingly engrossing."

More so for Naevia since falling for the undefeated champion of Capua. Diona’s slaughter had left a taste most bitter for all things centering around the arena. Injury or death for mere glory and entertainment seemed a pointless and cruel endeavor, but when beloved took command of sands and crowd, when he’d hold her and speak of wining their freedom she couldn’t help becoming as enthralled by the sport of combat as everyone else in Roman. And with Crixus tutelage in the finer points she could now speak as the well-informed slave one would expect of a ludus.

Nae wasn’t the only one a little miffed with the sheer, crushing stupidity of the mallrats. Agron had cursed a blue streak, given several fingers and finally found a spot that was just a little too far for his comfort (given the weather). But he had made it in and settled near the fountain and waited.

And waited.

Phone buzzed and he pulled it out of his pocket and snorted.

[text MissThing]: Fountain. But I think I like your idea better. [text MissThing]: Cinnabon will kill us with sugar overload. Love the shit, but it’s evil. I see you.