- Age: 36
- Height: 5′ 10″
- Weight: 132 lbs
- Origin: Alexandria, Egypt
- History: Aziza grew up in an extremely poor and dangerous neighborhood with her older brother Niu. They are very close with each other having grown up in such a bad area of Alexandria. Everyone around was so poor that they would kill you for something as simple as a jug of water. Aziza and Niu both had to fight regularly, sometimes for their lives. Having had to fight often, Aziza became quite the formidable opponent fighting on the street, and eventually joined Egypt’s army as Infantry with Niu. She wanted to help keep Egypt safe from violence within. A few seasons later Aziza was sent out far away on her first battle to engage a small tribe who called themselves the Alzalam Dakhil. The tribe was known for terrorizing the local villagers and murdering the children to prevent the village from growing beyond their control. After an untold number of deaths from Alzalam Dakhil, action had to be taken. Aziza and her company of 237 warriors were sent to end the bloodshed.
After a few days’ march they arrived at what was left of a small village. Ransacked and burned to the ground, all that remained was charred wood and the bodies of the villagers. This village was intended to be a safe haven for the warriors, as it was within attacking distance of Alzalam Dakhil. However upon arrival they quickly discovered otherwise. Furious with what they were witnessing, the warriors demanded immediate retribution. Rather than wait to attack, the company was so thirsty for the blood of these savages they decided to attack immediately. Unlike the Alzalam Dakhil, Aziza and her fellow warriors lived by a code. Any man or woman who raises a weapon against them dies. A young boy or girl with a weapon gets a warning, action will be taken after that. Children are spared, they simply know no better and have no choice in the situation they’ve been put in.
The order to attack was given and they began to charge into the village of Alzalam Dakhil. Catching them completely by surprise they encountered little resistance getting within their walls. Once inside they began to kick open doors killing anyone who resisted their demands for complete surrender in the name of Egypt and it’s King. As Aziza was making her way down a small dirt road she noticed a man attempting to escape and dragging a screaming woman into the woods. Barely within range, Aziza throws her sword as hard as she can. The sword strikes the man in his back, going clean through his chest. He immediately stops and stands still for a moment, slowly looks down at his chest as he coughs up blood, gasping for one more breath, and sees the sword going through him. He falls forward to his death shortly after and the woman runs toward the safety of Aziza and her warriors.
Having seen enough, Aziza breaks away from the protection of her fellow warriors and decides to take matters into her own hands. With a haste rarely seen and the sound of her brother Niu screaming her name in panic in the distance as she runs off into what is likely her death. She begins to charge through doors, killing everyone she sees. Door after door, building after building, Aziza was on a rampage and showed no signs of slowing down. After the first building she has already either thrown her weapons or gotten them stuck in the skull of someone she killed. At this point anything in the room that she could pick up was a weapon. She continued charging through doors, often with no weapon or shield in her hands, rushing towards the men and with her bare hands and killing them with ease. From simply snapping their neck, to disarming them and unsheathing their weapon from their hip, to a good old fashioned quill to the eye.
The screaming and sound of metal clashing begins to calm, the battle is almost over, only the few cowards that hid remain. Standing in formation and awaiting their orders, Aziza’s fellow warriors stand in silence as they watch the remaining soldiers kill the wounded. Having heard the rumor of a soldier disobeying orders in the early moments of the battle and fighting without the authority of their commander, the other warriors quickly speculated who it might be. “What drunken fool ran off and got themselves killed this time”, they all wondered. No one had ever seen Aziza fight beyond training, she always kept to herself and never shared her personal life with the other soldiers. They had no idea of her past.
Off in the distance just beyond the soldiers, Aziza emerged from the shadow of the falling sun. Covered in blood, bruised, cut and breathing with a rage so heavy it could be felt beneath one’s feet, she began to march toward the men. In shock with who they saw emerge, the men all stood in silence and watched her walk closer toward them. Aziza continues walking down the center of the main dirt road, stepping over body after body. With a bloodied sword in each hand, and dripping in blood of not her own but that of her enemy, the other men on the road step to the side and make way for her. There comes a moment in one’s mind with rage when it doesn’t matter what side you are on, if you get in this person’s way you will likely pay with your life. This was the mentality Aziza had that night, and this was the respect she immediately commanded from that moment on. A night no one will ever forget, a night tales are told of, a night the toughest of men aspire to one day live through to tell their own tale of bravery. However, hero or not, Aziza broke the law by disobeying her commanders when told to get back in formation with the rest of her fellow soldiers. She was kicked out of the army and sentenced to 2 years in prison. While most men would have been killed for their actions, Aziza’s life was spared due to her heroic actions. After being released from prison Aziza moved to Rome. Desperate to make a few denarii for food and another night of shelter she quickly signed up to become a gladiator at the Colosseum. She has been fighting ever since.