Chariot Racer of the Circus Maximus

✦ Your Soul Summary ✦

You were born into slavery and trained from childhood in the Blue faction's stables, and you discovered at fifteen that you had an almost preternatural sense of how fast a team of horses could be pushed before the turn without killing both of you. Racing was your only world — the roar of the crowd, the impossibly tight lines around the turning posts, the specific terror of being in the pack at full speed with nowhere to go. You were manumitted at twenty-three after a winning season. You raced for four more years because you didn't know what else to do.