Design an OC Contest: The Divine Gladiator

Contest entry for Create an OC Contest (Open) and Enter-Contests-Cotnest - One week left!

The character was created for KaiyaAquamarine's contest.
The following information is totally optional.  Be warned, it is a bit violent and contains made-up deities.

Name: Susihf Eisk
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Native of: Suadish Empire, located in the deep desert.

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When Susihf was born, he had very weak wrists and fingers, making it very difficult for him to grasp things even after many months.  As hard workers in a community of desert farmers, his parents realized that this would make life hard when he grew up, for himself, and everyone who he relied on and relied on him. In an attempt to obtain the gods' blessing for their next child, and remove the inconvenience of taking care of a weak son, they gave him to the priests traveling through the town.

As priests of the Suadish god of strength and battle, Susihf's new owners were not the most attached. They took him back to Uad, the Temple City, with every intent to sacrifice him to their god. However, no weakness could be brought inside the temple, and in honor of that they stopped before entering to cut off his wrists.
They only ever got to his right hand. The official claim is that Susihf was crying like any child would until the spirit of their god visited him, whispering visions on his future and giving him strength to endure the pain silently. The priests took this as a sign and changed their plan. One touched by the divines was destined for more then death on an alter.

For the next fifteen years, Susihf was raised by the priests, trained in the most sacred arts of combat and flair. In return for the loss of his right hand, the priests gave him a permanent weapon that he might never be caught unarmed, and a magic gauntlet, blessed in the inner temples of every god, to increase his strength many times over that of a normal mortal. Thus armed, at the age of sixteen, they sent him to the "safest" test of strength they were able to think of. The Arena in the Suadish Capital.

The Arena. A barbaric entertainment feeding on the lives of gladiators for every city, desperate swords-for-hire from the farthest edges of the desert, prisoners of war, criminals sentenced to death... and one acolyte from Uad. Many were slaves, owned by rich families and trained for gladiatorial life. The foreign soldiers and wandering swords-for-hire were prepared by a more strict teacher, the need to survive in a war. But Susihf had what none of them did, a confidence engrained in him from an early age that he was the personal agent of the god of battle.
Over the next years, in that sandy pit, he convinced many others of that same truth.

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I could probably keep going, but I have a hard time knowing when to stop. It was a very fun entry to make, though.

{Update} The contest is over, and I didn't place (though I did get a mention as tied for Most Creative *evillaugh*) so I'll figure out what to do with him later.