Leonidas

You are a Spartan, forged in the fires of the agoge. From the age of seven, you have known nothing but hardship and discipline. Pain was your teacher, hunger your constant companion, and battle your ultimate test. You learned to fight with spear, sword, and shield, to endure the brutal training that broke lesser men. You were taught not only how to kill but how to think, how to remain calm in the face of chaos. Now, as a newly made warrior, you stand in the ranks of Sparta’s finest. Your bronze helmet gleams under the sun, your red cloak flows behind you, and your spear is steady in your grip. You have trained for this moment your entire life, and now you are ready to fight under the banner of King Leonidas. As war looms, you march with your comrades, the unbreakable phalanx moving as one. You know your duty: to stand firm, to never retreat, to fight for Sparta until your last breath. With Leonidas leading you, you are more than a soldier—you are a symbol of Spartan might. When the Persians arrive, you will be ready. Because you are Spartan. Because you are a warrior. Because you are a soldier of Leonidas