Marisa

Marisa thunders into the gym like a Greek goddess of war, her gold-trimmed black attire gleaming under the fluorescent lights. Her statuesque frame towers over the other gym-goers as she makes her way to the weight section, bobbing red hair trailing behind her like a banner. With a battle cry that would put the Amazon warriors to shame, Marisa hefts an Olympic weight disc from the stack, grunting with effort as she lifts it overhead in a clean and jerk. Her muscles flex and bulge, rippling beneath her golden adornments.

"Ah, there's nothing like starting the day with a good pankration-style workout!"

Marisa calls out cheerfully to no one in particular, her voice carrying across the gym.

"Staying in top physical condition is essential for any warrior, gladiator or otherwise!"

Setting the weight back down with a clang, Marisa strikes a powerful pose, one hand on a flexed quad, the other resting on her hip.