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Atratinus scoffed and and arched a brow; "Do your slaves not complain? Even the cruellest of masters observe the Gods and their rites. Unless this particular master has no care for the Gods?" He arched a brow at the man. He didn't really have much patience for heathens. He knew Rome as a melting pot of all sorts of religions and races, but that didn't mean Atratinus accepted them. They should adhere to Roman values; and respect of the Gods was one of them. He bit back the annoyance at conversing with a foreigner and swallowed it. He'd humour him, for now.
But his patience was wearing incredibly thin. He shot a glower at the man and groaned audibly; "You're an odd fellow, Gaius." He considered for a movement, "And also bloody dull. You don't offer much by way of conversation. Won't tell me what you do, won't tell me your full name, won't tell me what you do for fun. One might think you have something to hide." He leant back in his chair and ground his teeth, tensing his jaw. "So lets play a new game, shall we?" He smirked, "Let's play, 'what is Gaius hiding'. Shall I guess first?"
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Atratinus smothered his scoff and forced a polite smile. "Alas, I fail to see the equivalence. Sorting out supply lines in Dacia - was it? Dacia," He nodded, remembering the mans history, "And putting down resistance fighters - it can teach you resilience but politics is so much more than that. I cannot imagine a life in the legions teaches you how to deftly manoeuvre between different factions of the senate - but then again," He sipped his wine and offered the man a smirk and a nod of his head, "I have never reached your career height, so I am more than happy to be proven wrong, of course." How a man like Titus Sulpicius Rufus had done so well was absolutely beyond him. He wondered which Gods the man had bribed, and with what.
He waved a hand dismissively, "I wasn't questioning our Emperor's judgement, you misunderstand me." He added a laugh to try and make his words seem less scolding than they really were. "I was merely interested. We all remember what happened last time there was a change in power," He sighed and placed down his cup on the table with a clatter, "I was just trying to see which way the wind is blowing. Can you blame me?" The conversation was turning personal, but ultimately he was still clean. If this conversation became public, he'd merely say he was trying to gauge the loyalties and allegiances of the Senate. A perfectly proper thing to do. He had no machinations with the information.
"Nonetheless, lets hope whatever happens is smooth. I shouldn't want our children to face what our generation did." He said as the sounds of squealing young girls reverberated around the domus as they came skidding back into the room with rosy cheeks and mischevious grins on their faces.
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"You don't let your slaves celebrate or you don't celebrate with them?" He could understand the latter - he had no desire to see his slaves drunk on his own wine and giddy with the prospect of a few nights off, but he didn't prevent them from actually partaking in the festival. That would be cruel, and ill-advised.
Atratinus was about to remark that there were more interesting things for entertainment than a bored Senator playing dice, but stayed his tongue. You never knew with plebeians and he supposed it would be unkind to suggest he find more interesting hobbies; girls, the races or some such, when this man may not be able to afford such vices. Continuing with the game, he flipped the dice and studied the board, gauging where to move his piece. We wasn't an expert in this game but he wasn't a beginner either and took his time when he considered his options.
"I came to celebrate the festival," He remarked dryly, and smirked. "And there's only so much entertainment at offer at home." Finally he moved a piece and sat back satisfied, making no move to pass the dice over to his company. "But that is the problem with being a man of wealth - everything becomes a little dull and boring when you could do anything you wanted." He shrugged, "What do you do for fun then?" He snatched up his cup of wine and took a sip, "Enlighten me."
TAG: @Atrice
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Atratinus wasn't easily baited and merely shrugged at his company's insinuations on his daughter's age. "No, not putting her forward. I have time yet, and intend to make an excellent match for her." Of course Atratinus' views on what constituted excellent were rapidly changing. At first it had been that he wanted her to marry into an old, strong family - not dissimilar to his own. But now the political landscape had shifted (in his estimation at least) and perhaps marrying her into a family that had Caesar's favour was a better bet? Even if they were slightly less prestigious? He had much to mull over, but fortunately wasn't weighed down with any soppy considerations of a love match or other nonsense. He wanted his daughter to be happy, of course, he wasn't a monster, but that happiness had to come secondary and fortunately his children understood that.
They talked in pleasantries as the conversation limped on, with the correct 'mhmm's' and 'of course's' being added here and there by Atratinus. That Titus was friends with Aulus was no surprise, he'd heard they had their little cabal with the oaf Longinus and Horatius Justinus in the mix as well. A quad of ambitious men - but all so different from one another. Peculiar friendships, really. Maybe it was just built on a common desire for social or political advancement?
"Ah," Atratinus said finally as he broke his musings. "So you're interested in the military rather than the civilian posts?" Quite different to himself who had never flourished in the legions and found the whole ordeal rather archaic. "And not a lot of gossip, I'm afraid. I leave such things to my ex-wife." He chuckled and narrowed his eyes as he heard the girls excitedly squeal about something in another room. Most unbecoming. "But of course, there's the usual; social climbers falling from grace, others being elevated up. There's also a betting group going on around which of the Prince's our good Caesar will choose when the time comes." He sipped again, "Your family are close to the Imperials, are they not? Would you place a bet on such a thing?"
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"You're an odd man Gaius." He offered with a devilish smirk, watching as the man considered his move. He had no need of this and could have wafted away to find a more suitable pastime for the evening, one more befitting of his rank, but there was something intriguing about his opponent. Intriguing and unnerving in equal measures.
When it was his turn, Atratinus loaded the dice in his palm and threw it. He studied the board and grew silent for a few moments. So many opportunities, squashed by the dice. He sighed and dutifully moved his piece. He flicked the dice back to Gaius after he did so, taking up his cup of wine. "And why, may I ask, are you in the Forum this evening? No slaves to celebrate with on Saturnalia? Or your family driving you mad so you must seek out your pleasures elsewhere?"
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"Gaius what?" He studied his company. "There must be a thousand men named Gaius just in the Forum this evening." He remarked with annoyance, "What good is an unknown favour from an unknown Gaius?" He scoffed. Honestly, why was he wasting his time on this odd little man? He really should be doing something much more worthwhile, but as always, the great and the good were at parties this evening that he was so conveniently not invited to. The the thought made him seethe and he gulped down another sip of wine.
"And it's Atratinus. Lucius Sempronius Atratinus." He offered after some mulling over his irritation, before waving his hand. "Let's play this - I'm not a child or a solider waiting for a battle." Tali wasn't a game of skill, nor really of luck. If he was going to lose money then he'd rather do it via a game he actually thought worthy. He flicked the dice further over to his company and gestured his head. "Beginners go first, Gaius."
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I suggest we sort of just...make up how it was played!
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Lucius wasn't stupid. This odd man probably had as much worth as one of his little fingers, but that was the thing - his value wasn't confirmed and a favour owed was always a benefit - especially to somebody like him, on the fringes of respectable society; ostracised from his class by the failings of his family. No, this man could be useful - and if he wasn't, Lucius could discard him as he had so many people over the years. He nodded slowly but added with a sly smile. "A game, I'll agree." He flipped the dice and caught it in the palm of his hand before continuing, "Although answer me this - how much use is a favour from you? You're an important man?" He couldn't see how that could be true, but it was worth asking.
He placed the dice on the table and flicked it over to his company. "Do you want to play this or something else?" He had no idea what to make of the mans statement over what he wanted but he couldn't really give a fig. If it came down to it, and Lucius lost the game, he'd just claim the pleb was a cheat and involve the Vigiles if the man didn't back down. That was the way the world worked; you got what you took and threw away the rest. It was really a fools errand to play fairly.
"Your name, friend? I don't believe you've shared it."
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Lucius arched his brow. "Gods you must have married young." He chuckled. Oddly young, if Sulpicius Rufus already had a daughter in womanhood. "But I wish them good health, it must be an odd feeling to have to start vetting future husbands for her." She couldn't remain unmarried for long, surely? It'd be a poor father that let his daughter get much older without so much of a hint of a betrothal. "My eldest is twelve, Gaius. I fortunately haven't been apart from them for any extended period of time, I suspect that's why their manners are pristine." He chuckled. Had he left them in Gessia's care he suspected they'd barely be able to read at this point.
But his interest was piqued. He knew some of his contemporaries had been abroad as legates and such, but having not had the pleasure of such an esteemed position himself, he only had a rudimentary understanding of how it worked. He quirked a brow. "You took them with you?" It was odd. Why would you subject your family to the inclement weather and brutish locals? Selfishness? He said no more on it but instead just reclined on his sofa as Titus politely turned conversations back to pastures already trodden.
"Yes, yes they are. Gaius, Sempronia and Gessilla. Or those are the ones that have made it thus far." Infant mortality was just a fact of life, but it didn't make it any less painful. He swallowed the lump in his throat and exhaled sharply through his nose. "But come, children are dull to tall about -" He offered a wry smile, "You must be planning on making some sort of mark now you're back from Dacia? Like Senator Praetextatus, planning those enormous great baths of his."
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Lucius sipped his drink and studied the man as much as he was being studied himself. His interest was piqued as the man talked, moreso than he'd anticipated and he sat up a little straighter - the folds of his pallium falling ever so slightly over his shoulder. He arched a brow, a deep chuckle leaving his lips. "Ah, now there's a thought." But what did this man have that Atratinus could possibly want?
"What do you have that a man like me would want though?" She nibbled at his lip, "If I want a vase or a shave or a slave I'll just buy it." He shrugged. He'd lost some money after his fathers political failings, but not enough that he was broke. "And I'm not about to resort to lowly thievery from some random pleb on the street." He tutted, arching a brow, "What sort of man do you take me for?" He smirked and set down his cup.
"But colour me intrigued, I'll play." He affirmed with a nod, rolling the dice between his thumb and forefinger. "What are you playing for?"
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Atatinus had no doubt that the little blonde haired imp was lying. He had a natural suspicion of most people, but with her big blue eyes and curious expression, this one most definitely warranted it. Still, all things considered, this was not an argument he wanted to be having. It was ridiculous and he felt embarrassment creep through his body like a an ivy vine.
Gessilla looked momentarily confused, as if she was struggling for words. She was a naturally quiet child (or she had been made into one), but this dumfounded silence was a stretch even for her. Diplomatically, she finally spoke: "I...I don't think I said that, b-but it's fine." The little girl swallowed and Lucius felt the tension in the air and his little one's body even at the words, "Can we go get it now? And maybe we play?" Gessilla asked nobody in particular, and Lucius waved his hand as if to allow it.
The nurse dutifully held out her hand for the little girl to take and follow the lead of Valeriana, who seems slightly peeved at the whole situation. Lucius turned and arched a brow at Titus, a light smirk on his lips. "Girls, eh?" He shrugged, "Lets hope they grow out of such petty squabbles by the time they're women." He'd known too many women who never shook off the naivety and foolishness of girlhood and carried it with them in their adult lives in giggles and melodrama. He wanted none of that for his daughters.
"She's your only daughter?"
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A Little Thief
Started by Sara ·
Early January, 76AD
Lucius glanced over his shoulder at his daughter, gripping tightly to the hand of her slave, "Keep up." He ordered with the authority of a man speaking to the senate rather than a six year old girl. Gessilla hurried her pace as much as she could, as did the slave and Lucius flicked his head back around to in front of him, eyes scanning the almost-deserted streets. It was barely afternoon but nobody was about, odd. Then again, this high up the Quirinal, there were sparse few shops and eateries - only the domains of the uber-wealthy. It was also bloody miles from anywhere interesting which explained the distinct lack of plebs that usually could be found crowding the streets.
It had been a short walk over from the Viminal where he lived, but it seemed like it had taken hours with his youngest daughter in tow. Gessilla had been adamant that she didn't want any trouble, and that she didn't even like the ornate shell necklace the other little girl had taken from her. Lucius didn't care given it had been a gift from Gessilla's mother - Lucius' ex-wife - and he wasn't going to become embroiled in another argument with the harpy because his daughter had been careless or foolish enough to give away a family gift. But unfortunately for the little girl, whose father he was striding up the street to see, he was now in a foul mood. He'd sent a slave over to the domus of Titus Sulpicius Rufus to claim back the lost shell necklace only for said slave to be turned away by one of Titus' own. Lucius' boy had been clear that the foreign slave in Titus' household (description - tall, scrawny, haughty, definitely not Italian) wouldn't even admit him, and reiterated that whatever the little domina had taken from Lucius' daughter was now the little domina's to keep.
Slaves! Lucius was exasperated. He'd now had to take time out of his day to come all the way over here for what? A bloody, stupid necklace - gifted by one bitch and refused to be returned by another. It was enough to make him want to pull out his hair.
Fortunately for Titus, Lucius was a master at schooling his expression and demeanour into something more polite than he felt as he knocked on the main door of the house and was hastily admitted to the atrium. The benefit of dressing finely and not being a slack-jawed slave boy, he supposed. He squinted in the light as he was admitted; it was a grey, drab day and the light in the domus wasn't much better. He could hear Gessilla fidgeting behind him with her nurse and Lucius cast a glance over his shoulder, raising a brow at her. She stopped immediately and stood still, respectfully. Another slave loomed into view and cast the trio a curious glance. "Salve sir, may I help you?" Lucius quirked his eyebrow again and gave the slave an appraising look. Gods, what idiots did he have in this house? Surely he should have fetched his master the moment he heard a Senator was in attendance?
"Yes." He managed neutrally, "Please fetch your dominus and his youngest daughter. Tell him Lucius Sempronius Atratinus is here to reclaim something that his sweet little thief took from my daughter." He said the latter words with a smile, which was sickly sweet.
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Forced Friendships
Started by Lucius Sempronius Atratinus ·
December 12th, 75AD
Imagine that - being summoned, somebody like him? Of course the invitation wasn't written as a summons, no no, it was perfectly polite and affable and drafted in a way to make it appear that it was just an opportunity for cousins to 'catch up' after all the trials and tribulations of the last several years. Never mind that they were cousins only by virtue of blood and not friendship - Lucius' mother (Publius' maternal aunt) had died when Publius was only five years old. They'd claimed friendship though, of course, throughout their childhoods but the maternal line and its connection was never as strong as the paternal and Lucius far preferred the nature of his paternal cousins anyhow. Still, family was family, and so he dutifully replied that he'd be delighted to reminisce and attend Publius' domus. He just hoped that none of the other family were in attendance so might have some interesting conversation.
He arrived at the domus at the appointed time and ran a hand through his dark hair, neatening it out. He was dressed finely (and practically given the chill) for the occasion,which he was pleased for as he was ushered into the atrium of the domus by one of the slaves. He blinked as his eyes adjusted to the dull light, illuminated as it was by torches and the great open portion of the ceiling. It was a little after lunch, and the man's clients had evidently left for the day judging by the sounds of children - or teenagers if his memory served him - filling the place. He hoped they weren't intending to join the conversation, he'd left his own children at home in the care of various slaves. It wasn't fitting to have them present for things such as this, not yet at least for his son.
He blinked, growing irritated at being kept waiting as his host loomed into view. He effected a smile on his face and moved to embrace his cousin, "Publius," He said as he pulled back, eyeing the man carefully. "It's been what? Two, three years perhaps?" He'd been on some sort of military expedition if memory served. "Too long in any regard." He made no comment or platitudes on the house - it was as fine as any other domus in Rome and didn't require any special praise. "Thank you for the invitation, I was surprised but warmed to receive it."
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A Game of Chance
Started by Lucius Sempronius Atratinus ·
December 19th, 75AD
The fact that gambling was banned during the year unless on the festival days proscribed in law baffled Lucius. He supposed he understood it - if he really dredged his mind - from a practical perspective in that it caused no end of temper tantrums amongst the sore losers and those caught cheating, enough drama to entice further violence, but surely the Senate or the Emperor didn't need to legislate to prevent against such inane fighting? Ridiculous, and another facet of life in the city that was too rigorously controlled.
The ability to gamble during Saturnalia - as far as he could see it - was one of the festivals only benefits and as he sat at one of the outdoor seats, throwing his dice in the Game of Twelve1 he was currently enjoying, he managed a rare, rueful smile. He'd not really celebrated the previous two nights, aside from ordering his half-sister and son to prepare some meagre meal for the slaves on the first night. He'd shuttered himself away in his room for the rest of the evening and let them have their fun, whilst he stewed in his own melancholy. When all was said and done, he was rather proud he'd only yelled at them to be quiet once or twice throughout the evening.
As he cast his final throw and manoeuvred his piece in the dim light, his smile grew and his opponent - some portly equite man (judging by the gaudy clothes) through down the money Lucius was owed in a huff, before storming off into the dark of the evening, overturning his chair in the process. Lucius only smirked and gestured for a slave girl to right the fallen article with a flick of his wrist. Nobody knew him here, which is why he liked it. The Forum was packed with the festivities and he blended in as just another upper-class man on an evening jaunt. He was dressed finely, as befit his station, but in the shadowy corner of the Forum - with only the flicker of oil lamps and torches, he felt fairly discrete. It's why he'd risked a turn on the table (and won, he hastened to add in his thoughts).
Picking up his cup of wine, he reclined in his seat, in no hurry to find another opponent for a third match. Instead he let his green eyes wander over the forms of the people congregating in the square. Gods most of them were vile; plastered drunk, sweaty and stumbling even in the dead of December. He swallowed the sneer he wanted to affect as he took another sip of wine.
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1The 'Game of Twelve' or Ludus duodecim scriptorum
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Lucius Sempronius Atratinus
Started by Lucius Sempronius Atratinus ·
Lucius Sempronius Atratinus
41 | 12 December 34AD | Senatore | Senator | Heterosexual | Original | Matthew Goode
Personality.
Lucius is a Roman Patrician through and through. His families name and fame are critical to his sense of self and he would do almost anything to bring it back to the lofty heights their family enjoyed during the Republic. Personally Lucius is stern and he doesn't suffer fools gladly. He rules his family with an iron fist which includes the management of his children and staff. Whilst not intentionally cruel, he has absolutely no qualms about punishing those who cross him, particularly his slaves and ex-wife whether that be through corporal means for the former, and mind-games for the latter. He's difficult to read and hides his emotions well, which make him seem detached and aloof. Internally though he seethes; both for the stupidity of his father, and out of jealousy for all those things that others have that he wishes for. Whilst he can be amiable and has a few close friends, in comparison to many of his contemporaries he can be seen as a bit of a loner, and not one for the frivolities of Rome. He has loved infrequently in his life, and has no daydreams about achieving it although he cares deeply for his children. He enjoys politicking and has a very sharp mind, which he unfortunately doesn't get to use as often as he likes given his lack of political appointments.
Appearance
Lucius is tall and his bearing (perfect posture, back straight, shoulders pulled back) make him appear even taller. He has a lithe but athletic figure, which has been built through his favourite exercises (running, swimming) rather than hours spent lifting the weights at the palaestra. He has dark hair and tanned skin from years in the Italian sun. He tries to keep his hair short and clean shaven as befits a man of his station. His eyes, however, are an unusual shade of green which glint blue in certain lights. He wears the 'uniform' of his class - and dons a toga for more formal occasions. As befits his stern and unforgiving personality, he prefers more muted hues in his clothes and doesn't understand his contemporaries who dress in the colours of the rainbow. He has a scar on his forehead from his service in the legions as a Tribune, reaching his right eyebrow although it has faded significantly in recent years and is now a silvery-white line.
Family
(TW - child loss)
Father: Gaius Sempronius Atratinus (deceased, born 10AD - died 70AD at age 54)
Mother: Gaia Calavia (deceased, born 18AD - died 40AD at age 22)
Siblings:
Full siblings:
Secundus Sempronius Atratinus (deceased, born 36AD - died 37AD at age 1)
Aulus Sempronius Atratinus (alive, born 40AD - aged 35)
Half siblings:
Tertius Sempronius Atratinus (deceased, born 47AD - died 68AD at age 21)
Sempronia Papiria (alive, born 50AD - aged 25) - recently divorced
Sempronia Paetilla (deceased, born 54AD - died 57AD at age 3)
Spouse: -
Children:
Gaius Sempronius Atratinus (alive, born 63AD - aged 12)
Secundus Sempronius Atratinus (deceased, born 64AD - died 68AD at age 4)
Sempronia Atratina (alive, born 66AD - aged 9)
Sempronia Gessilla (alive, born 69AD - aged 6)
Lucius Sempronius Atratinus (deceased, born 71AD - died 72AD at age 1)
Extended family:
Stepmother: Papiria Paeta (alive, born 30AD - aged 45) - is considering remarriage.
First cousins (via his mother who was the younger sister of their mother):
Publius Horatius Justinus
Horatia Justina
Livia Justina
Lucius Horatius Justinus
Other:
Ex-wife: Gessia Ursina (alive, born 47AD - aged 28)
History
34AD: Lucius is born the first child and first son of an unhappy union between Gaius Sempronius Atratinus and Gaia Calavia, two patricians aged twenty four and sixteen respectively at the time. He was born nearly nine months to the date of their wedding and was treated as an auspicious sign of their union, despite lots of arguments and resentment already building between the young couple.
36AD: A younger brother is born between his parents, although he sadly dies in early childhood just after his first birthday in 37AD.
40AD: A final child is born between the couple, Lucius' younger brother Aulus. He's a healthy child but the birth leads to an infection for his mother and she passes away two weeks later. His father is wracked with guilt over their fractious marriage and pays little attention to his sons for a handful of years, preferring to focus on his career which takes him out and into the Empire. Lucius and Aulus are cared for by their paternal grandmother during this time.
45AD: His father returns from some far off province and hastily remarries, having resolved whatever guilt he felt on some far away battleground. His new bride is the fifteen year old Papiria Paeta, although out of respect for their age difference, the couple do not move in together until shortly after her sixteenth birthday.
47AD: Lucius gets another sibling by way of his stepmother; another brother they name Tertius. His stepmother is an amiable woman and settles into family life well, although the growing Lucius never quite grows to like her and finds her presence in his mothers house (even if he can't really remember his mother) irritating.
50AD: Lucius' youngest surviving sibling is born, a sister. A little later in the year he dons his toga virilis for the first time and officially becomes a man in the eyes of the law. He feels immense pride, even if his father shows utter disinterest whilst he is focused on his political career rather than his family life.
54AD: Aged twenty, Lucius starts his climb up the cursus honorum in the year his youngest sibling - another sister - is born. He is elected to the vigintiviri along with 19 of contemporaries and serves in the role for a year, finding he has a knack for magistracy.
56AD: Lucius is appointed as a Tribune in Hispania. He is slightly galled to be going to such a 'tame' province (especially when war rages on in Britannia) but accepts his commission and rides out of Rome aged twenty-two. He serves in the role for four years and performs capably, but clearly is not destined for military life.
60AD: Lucius returns to Rome after his service and takes up a role as a quaestor in Rome. His attention to detail and skill in accounts means he is well respected and his star is on the up.
62AD: Cyprianus' dictatorship causes unease in the family. His father, however, stubbornly refuses to flee to Antioch with the rest of the reduced Senate and takes to his villa near Napoli. Later in the year when civil war breaks out and Clemens declares himself Caesar Lucius cautions his father before proclaiming for any of the men vying for the purple. Ignoring his advice, Gaius throws his support behind Clemens and returns to Rome. Lucius himself has no choice but to follow the will of his father, albeit reluctantly. He stays at the villa and stews in anger. When chaos reigns and the contenders start to fall, Lucius writes to his father and urges him to renege on his support for Clemens. The letter goes on unanswered. After Quintus' triumph, Gaius finally apologises to the family. They are required to pay 25% of their wealth to the state during the amnesty, which they do. The family return to Rome in December, ridiculed and having fallen from their great height.
63AD: Desperate to shake off the infamy of their failures during the civil war, Lucius marries a young senatorial girl Gessia Ursina, daughter of of one of Quintus' long-time supporters Decimus Gessius Ursinus. The marriage is unhappy from the get-go, with Lucius distracted and trying to pick up the pieces of his political career. Nonetheless, they manage to produce a son - Gaius - who is born nearly nine months to the date of their marriage.
64AD: A second son arrives, and Lucius lobbies for further advancement. He makes no progress, and grows increasingly frustrated - lashing out at his wife and staff, and growing estranged from his father as he decides to move out of his domus.
66AD: Lucius finally manages to secure a position (having bought off the election) and is appointed a Curule Aedile. Suspicion is cast over how he could win one of the two patrician seats, but he tries to ignore it and focuses on restoration of the city that was largely destroyed by the civil war and still lies in ruins. His daughter is born this year, and Lucius warms immediately to her - more so than he did his sons.
67AD: Lucius' term ends as an aedile.
68AD: Lucius' daughter dies and he blames his wife. The couples marriage is increasingly fractious and they temporarily separate, with Gessia returning to her father for six months.
69AD: Lucius retreats to the villa after an unsuccessful attempt to be considered for a term as a legate (in the hope it would get him out of Rome and away from his misery). He suspects his previous history as being no more than average in military matters, and his fathers poor choices in politics affect his standing. Furious, he leaves Rome for the year and forces Gessia to return to him. The couple have another (their second) daughter but their marriage is irreparably damaged. When Gessia's father dies, and with her brother absent on duty in the Empire, there's nowhere for her to run to and so she stays with Lucius.
70AD: Lucius' father dies and he becomes paterfamilias. Determined to not let the past haunt him, he returns to Rome and his fathers old domus where he campaigns to be elected Praetor in the upcoming election. His lack of popularity with the imperials, and lack of military honours dampen his chances and he loses. Furious, he lashes out on his family and keeps an increasingly tight grip on them. His stepmother moves out in protest, but as paterfamilias he instructs his his half-sister to remain living with him. Papiria has no choice to agree. Gessia, increasingly disillusioned and desperate to leave, falls pregnant for the fifth time.
71AD: Lucius' third son is born, but not even that can save his marriage.
72AD: Lucius' third son dies, and again, it only deepens the cavernous cracks in his marriage. As Gessia's brother returns from a campaign, she finally has the strength to ask him to pursue a divorce. Forever politicking, Lucius can see it coming and seeks one first - claiming is wife is unstable and damaging to his children. The magistrate, a family friend, sides with him and a divorce is granted. The children remain in his care, and Gessia returns to her brother. Lucius allows her a visitation once a month, and stops it sporadically in punishment for her trying to leave him.
74AD: Lucius quietly attempts to canvas support for another run at a Praetorship, but is told this years are a shoe-in and he should focus on next years elections. He silently seethes at younger, more inexperienced and less-bright men being elected in his place.
75AD: He currently lives in Rome with: his half-sister (recently divorced) and children (his brother having his own domus), and is considering another run at a Praetorship.
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Charis
. slave to tertius quinctilius varus .
. finished .
. back in time .
How to Train Your Dragon - September 71AD - Charis (Erea) & Ambrosius (Turi)
Charis spends quality time with her brother in Britannia.
Trading Words - Winter 71AD - Charis (Erea) & Aia (Aius)
Charis trades blows with the interprex of the occupying legion.
Brothers and Sisters, Sons and Daughters - December 72AD - Charis (Erea), Ambrosius (Turi) & Nymphias (Ardra)
In Britannia, Charis spends time with her family.
. seventy-four AD .
Little Bird Caged - Late March 74AD - Charis & Rufus
Now enslaved, Charis meets Rufus in the market.
The Meat Market - Late March 74AD - (NPC Charis), Tertius & Spurius
Charis is sold to Tertius Quinctilius Varus.
An Introduction - Late March 74AD - Charis & Teutus
Charis is shown the ropes by fellow-slave Teutus.
Great Expectations - Late March 74AD - Charis, Tertius & Teutus
Charis is formally introduced to her dominus.
Lost and Found - Late April 74AD - Charis & Cynane
Lost in Rome, Charis stumbles across a fellow Briton.
Respite - Late April 74AD - Charis & Gaius
Charis tells her story to an old Equite.
In Dreams - Early May 74AD - Charis & Tertius
In the garden, passion and tension flares between Charis and her dominus.
Years Apart - Early May 74AD - Charis & Airs
Charis chances across the interprex again.
Carpe Diem - Early May 74AD - Charis, Cynane & Helios
In the gardens, a drunk Charis is too loose with her words about her dominus.
Garden Games - Mid May 74AD - Charis, Teutus & Antonia
Spending time with fellow-slave Teutus and his half sister, their domina, Antonia.
The Bridge is Crossed - Mid May 74AD - Charis & Tertius [M - S]
Having found out about her gossip, Tertius punishes Charis and forces her into his bed.
Under the Morning Sun - Mid May 74AD - Charis & Teutus
The next morning, Charis reflects with Teutus.
What goes around... - Early June 74AD - Charis, Alexius & Helios
Charis confronts gossip Helios, and is saved by Alexius.
Daggers After Dark - Mid June 74AD - Charis & Thessala
Charis is attacked and injured, only to be saved by a Gladiatrix.
The Show Must Go On - Mid June 74AD - Charis & Tertius
Charis reveals her injuries to Tertius, who takes pity on her.
Life is a Lemon - Late June 74AD - Charis & Cynane
Charis and Cynane catch-up.
Work and Play - Early July 74AD - Charis & Helenus
Charis chances across a thermae slave.
Special Treatment - Mid July July 74AD - Charis & Tertius
Charis and Tertius reconnect and take their relationship further.
New Beginnings? - Mid July 74AD - Charis, Teutus, Tertius & Hector
Charis is informed of her new position, officially becoming Tertius' bed slave.
Summer Showers - Late July 74AD - Charis & Rufus
Charis runs into Rufus and spends the afternoon with him.
Reginus Georgus - Late July 74AD - Charis & Hector
Bitter and jealous, Hector needles Charis.
Lost in the Moment - Early September 74AD - Charis & Alexius
Charis reconnects with Alexius, who faces the sting of a slap.
A Visit - Mid September 74AD - Charis & Alexius
Charis apologises to Alexius.
I'm not your errand boy - Early December 74AD - Charis & Teutus
Charis and Teutus make up after their vicious argument.
A Trojan and a Goddess - Early December 74AD - Charis & Aeneas
Charis stumbles across a face from her past.
A Proposal - Mid December 74AD - Charis, Tertius, Titus & Longinus
Charis serves at a meal of her dominus' and finds out about her sister.
About Time - Late December 74AD - Charis, Tertius, Teutus & Hector
Charis witnesses Teutus' freedom ceremony.
Festivities - Late December 74AD - Charis & Tertius
Charis and Tertius celebrate Saturnalia.
. seventy-five AD .
Unhappy News - Late February 75AD - Charis
Charis finds out she's pregnant.
Agony Aunt - Late February 75AD - Charis & Cynane
Alone and scared, Charis seeks advice from her friend.
A Favour- Late February 75AD - Charis & Teutus
Charis borrows money from Teutus for an abortion.
Revelations - Late February 75AD - Charis & Tertius
Tertius finds out Charis is pregnant after she botches her abortion. He imprisons her in her room and they argue.
Broken Conversations - Early May 75AD - Charis & Tertius
Charis, broken, submits to Tertius and they talk.
Time for Miracles- Late May 75AD - Charis & Alexius
Alexius tries to fix Charis.
Awakening - Mid June 75AD - Charis
Charis feels conflicted over her struggles.
Blue Sky - Late June 75AD - Charis & Tertius
Charis and Tertius reconnect as they discuss their child.
Evening Shade - Late June 75AD - Charis & Gaius
Charis meets a soldier in the Gardens of Sullust.
The Equality of Man - Late June 75AD - Charis, Tertius, Teutus & Hector
As an earthquake strikes rome, the domus is cast into chaos.
No Boundaries - Early July 75AD - Charis & Cynane
Charis finally reunites with her best friend after five months apart.
Exotic Finds - Early July 75AD - Charis & Aia
Charis meets Aia by chance.
A New Beginning - Late August 75AD - Charis, Tertius & Cynane
Charis gives birth to her child.
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. current .
God Help the Outcasts - Late June 75AD - Charis & Aglaea
Charis commiserates with another Varus slave and learns a secret.
Transformation - Late August 75AD - Charis, Tertius & Teutus
Charis' child is recognised as freeborn.
Just One Night - Mid December 75AD - Charis & Alexius
Charis lets loose for one night.
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