Lucius Sempronius Atratinus

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   Falling Apart [M - V]

   March 9

   He managed to get the knife for what felt like an age but must have only been a second before it slipped through his fingers. He knew it was over. His vision was darkening, the pain was dissipating and a coldness ran the length of his body. But he would not beg. He was a Senator of Rome. He was a patrician. He would fight until his last breath and go down proudly as a proper man, a proper Roman man. He always imagined himself dying old in his bed after a long, illustrious career - surrounded by his sons and their sons and a wife, crying those soulful, deep tears that only women could shed. He did not imagine dying like this - a Senator to be sure, but not a respected one, alone, in an alley from a pleb with a knife. 
   And then the knife struck his throat. He choked. His breath was gone, air sucked clean out of his lungs and he blinked. It felt like an age before he managed to open his eyes again. He was somehow on his knees now, blood pooling around him, streaming from his stomach, from his throat, from a cut he hadn't felt on his arm. He groaned. It was a low, guttural, deep sound that came from some place deep inside him. He didn't know if the other man was talking - he didn't hear it if he did. He was cold, his bloodied teeth were chattering. It was so cold. So, so cold. But there wasn't pain. Just...darkness, beckoning him. Every blink of his eyes took longer, every breath was more laboured, more drawn out before there was none. Lucius Sempronius Atratinus, Father of three, Senator of Rome, previous Tribune of Legio II, previous Quaestor and Patrician, was dead. Shrouded in blood and white robes, dead in the dirt like a pleb. Such was the way of Rome. 
    
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2. 

   Falling Apart [M - V]

   March 9

   Atratinus was a fool. He knew it the moment he saw the other man's hand move from the corner of his eye - just a millimetre but it was enough for him to realise just what an utter, utter idiot he had been. He felt the blade almost instantly as it came hurtling through his skin into his stomach. He choked and doubled over - inadvertently pushing it deeper as he did. He let out a long, guttural groan for a moment before the pain really kicked in. Blood was dripping down now from it. He wasn't a medicus, he didn't know what it had hit but he felt that familiar taste of iron in his mouth as it too filled with blood. He spat it out. 
   Instinctively he moved to try and push the man away with all of the force he could. He couldn't tell if he was succeeding - the corners of his vision were dimming but he pushed with a grunt; "Y-you..." He tried to choke out words but found his mouth filling with blood again, "I-I am a Senator of Rome!" He managed to roar that loudly enough that he knew had been heard. The knife was out of his skin now but he couldn't recall when that had happened. His toes were slick with blood that was running down under the white of his toga. He lunged for the knife in the other man's hand. He didn't know why, but in that moment, all he saw when he reached for it were the faces of his children. Oh, Gods.
    
   TAG: @Atrice
   
3. 

   Falling Apart [M - V]

   March 9

   Atratinus felt a palpable sense of relief as the man let the girl slip away. She launched herself down the alley as fast as she could and was out of sight in almost an instance. Now, however, the mans attention was firmly on him. He smirked. 
   "Yes, yes I did punch you." He chuckled with the arrogance of a man utterly at peace with his wealth and status and the belief that little to no harm could come to somebody like him, especially not from a nobody like this one. "And no," He took a step forward with a smirk, using his height to try and intimidate  the fool. He was in a dangerous position and he knew it, but he figured fear and intimidation were likely the only tools this man knew...or respected. "No, I'm not going to punish you. But I will make sure you get your just desserts if I ever see you in Rome again. You hear me?" He took another half step closer. "Now," The smirk was back, "Fuck off." 
    
   TAG: @Atrice
   
4. 

   Falling Apart [M - V]

   March 6

   Atratinus stilled and his eyes flicked, startled, to the sobbing girl he held in his hands. He sneered back; "Not my type. Not yours either," He took a step forward. He was taller and broader than the man but the swathes of white fabric shrouding him made it awkward to walk, "Let her go back to whichever hovel she came out of." The girl nodded hurriedly at the suggestion and the motion caused the knife to knick her skin very slightly so a rivulet of blood began winding its way down her neck.
   His hand twitched. He still had the scar on his forearm from their last encounter and he remembered the smarting pain of it. He exhaled sharply through his nose and took another small step forward. "One yell from me and the whole city descends on this alley. So fuck off. Now." Maybe he should have yelled now; but he was bluffing. Even yelling 'Senator being attacked!' was unlikely to prompt much help. The city really was a shithole. 
    
   TAG: @Atrice
   
5. 

   Falling Apart [M - V]

   March 4

   It was still early evening as Atratinus made his way home from the Curia, swathed in yards of white fabric with its emblematic purple stripe. It had been another useless session with idiots prattling on with awful, stilted speeches. Little had been decided, which was irritating. He'd wasted almost a full day with rubbish...and thought it spoke volumes on how their new, esteemed Caesar was managing things that hundreds of men could gather and decide precisely...nothing of value. He was in a foul mood and had shoved his slave away as he tried to escort his dominus to a litter. He'd walk - he needed to clear his head. 
   It was that odd sort of twilight now and the sky was a vivid, dusky blue but Atratinus didn't notice as he shoved through (and directly into) the small crowds that were clogging up the street after a days work. His stature and his dress should have meant they moved out of the way but they didn't. Useless plebs. He grumbled with annoyance as he strode on, feet remembering the way even as his thoughts drifted aimlessly; on his ex-wife and her pernicious little letters, of his children and their sweet play that they had performed last night...to pretty young Sosia. He really ought to get round to sending that letter to her father. Distracted as he was, he almost tripped over the pair of people in a cut through but stopped just in time. He growled in annoyance; "Fuck somewhere else, this is a public street." But then he heard the girls whimper and saw the flash of silver. He frowned and glanced at the man - shorter than him but those eyes..."You!" 
    
   TAG: @Atrice
   
6. 

   Prospecting

   January 7

   Gods she really was completely unlearned; not that it bothered him, in many ways it would be better to take a wife who was unsure of herself, she would be easier to guide after all. He had no time nor patience for women who thought they had the right to act like men, to parade themselves in masculine spheres. No - whilst Sosia's innocence was on one hand slightly grating to a man of the world, it was also an opportunity. He hid his smile as he sipped his wine. 
   "Of course." He stood and extended a hand to help her rise. His domus was not the largest nor the most well appointed, but he figured for a girl who had spent most of her life in the country, it would nonetheless be impressive. "You said you like the outdoors?" He arched a brow, "The gardens perhaps. They are my eldest daughters favourite." He let go of her hand and indicated with his head to follow him. Whilst it was almost winter, the gardens were still lovely; a fountain trickled and winter blooms filled the air with smells and colours. He smiled, satisfied to himself. "Is it much like your home?" 
    
   TAG: @Atrice
   
7. 

   Prospecting

   January 6

   Phew. Not poetry. That was something; the soppy verses women passed around were ludicrous and he loathed them. It really was a virtue for women to be unable to read; it saved them from a naive hope that their lives would be like some great epic or romance story when the drudgery of day to day life really was so much more bearable if you never imagined yourself doing more.
   Cousins? He nodded. He'd done his research. "I understand one of your cousins is married to the Consul? That's a friendship you should perhaps cultivate." He offered a smile. It would be monumentally helpful, for himself if things progressed, to have an in with the most important man in Rome, bar the Emperor himself. He'd also heard the man's wife ran a book club, which was much less pleasing than who she'd married, but no person could have it all, he supposed. "So..." He gave her an awkward smile, clearing his throat. It was pleasing that Sosia was so well bred and naive that she wasn't causing ripples, but it did rather leave the conversational burden on him. And he didn't know much to talk about with young women. "Is there anything else you wish to know about me?" 
    
   TAG: @Atrice
   
8. 

   Prospecting

   January 5

   Atratinus considered it monumentally interesting that she should be so...uncultured. He, himself, didn't care much for music or the arts; finding them the pastimes of people with nothing better to do. He knew enough to converse about intelligently, but his mind was better occupied with other things. That she seemed likewise inclined bode well. 
   "You read?" He arched a brow. Many women didn't know how too, and he'd not considered teaching his daughters. They had no need - they could use a secretary or another such slave when managing their own households in the future. As she finished and asked him, she considered her for a moment. All of her pleasures were simple ones; country ones and not particularly refined for the city-dwellers. He needed a wife who could seamlessly fit into the upper echelons of their society, and didn't stick out like a sore thumb or...country girl. "You shall have to get used to city life then," He commented with a look that wasn't unkind, but largely neutral; "Temples and meeting other women and such. And what do I wish you to do?" He chuckled, shaking his head, "It's not my business to mind what women enjoy. You don't have sisters, or sisters-in-law to guide you?" 
    
   TAG: @Atrice
   
9. 

   Prospecting

   December 30, 2021

   Did...did she just compare children to pets? He gave her a bemused look that he couldn't conceal, much as he should have. She was at least honest, but it wasn't exactly encouraging. He expected women to know what to do with children - it was, after all - one of the main reasons for marriage. "Children are not pets." He said, although his voice wasn't overtly cold it was assertive, "And you never had any younger siblings to mind?" Curious. Then again, if she was the youngest child, it wouldn't surprise him. She was sweet but...naive. Sheltered.
   He took a deep sip of wine, trying to dredge his mind for conversation topics. He was drawing a blank. Usually in these sorts of meetings the girls wittered on about something or another. It was almost...refreshing, just how shy Sosia seemed. It was sweet. Made him smile, in a confused sort of way. Finally releasing the silence was droning on, he cleared his throat. "And what are your interests Horatia Sosia? Art? Music?" 
    
   TAG: @Atrice
   
10. 

    Prospecting

    December 27, 2021

    He gave an affable enough smile and inclined his head. Walking and visiting temples were perfectly acceptable, virtuous activities for a young woman, and it was certainly a better answer than somebody droning on and on about this party and that social function as the girl from last week had. He had limited patience for high society in Rome, although he supposed that was because they had limited patience for him. "You don't want to experience everything Rome has to offer," He said with a half smile, "Much of it isn't suitable for people like us." Well-bred patricians, he meant. 
    He took a sip of wine, considering her question thoughtfully for a moment. "The senate keeps me busy." He smiled tightly, "And my clients. I have more than enough to handle. I have my children as well." He added as an afterthought, "Gaius is twelve, Sempronia is nine and Gessilla is," He frowned trying to drag up his youngest's age, "Six or so. They live here, with me, although I didn't wish to burden you with them today." He took a thoughtful sip of his wine and studied her, gently probing; "Do you have much experience with children?" 
     
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1. 

   Falling Apart [M - V]

   Started by Marcus Barbatius · February 24

   February, 77AD
   Marcus Barbatius was not a happy man at the moment. Last time he went to the Elysium, they gave him a petty and afraid girl, and he cut her and then after a few weeks, he’d come back for her again. Her or another. But during those weeks, Titus had suddenly left the Elysium and had not sent word to Marcus, so he didn’t know what was going on. There was a new owner to the only brothel Marcus cared to visit, and he was difficult. Apparently now he had to pay to cut the girls again, and he wasn’t sure he wanted that. He had of course paid before also, before he met Titus, but now he’d gotten so used to their little arrangement, that it displeased him. 
   And that was not the only thing that displeased him. That stupid guy from Egypt who came to his shop a few weeks ago, had spilled gossip about a mute young guy, who claimed he was friends with a barber and he’d even mentioned another guy named Alexius. Marcus had heard the name before, or rather, read it. On the walls of Rome. It wasn’t hard to find out where the man lived and what he looked like. He had quite the size and was easily recognizable. Plus the guy, Artemon, had also told Marcus where they lived, more or less. It was easy to find out about that. And then one day, not long after, Marcus was walking through Rome, he saw the girl he cut at Saturnalia. So she lived! But not only did he see her. She was together with the man called Alexius. But, that also meant she’d most likely told someone about Marcus. And maybe this Alexius knew. And since Alexius had a party with the mute kid, who was friends with a barber, it was all very likely that it had to do with Marcus. He wasn't stupid, he could put two and two together. They, however, were stupid. For thinking he'd not find out.
   To Marcus, it felt like Rome was falling apart. It felt wrong. Maybe he should leave Rome, like he left his hometown. Start over somewhere else. That’s what he was considering, as he sat at a random popina in Rome, eating a stew with a cup of wine on the side. The more he thought about the whole ordeal, the angrier he felt inside. And the best way to calm down again, was to give into the anger and take it out on someone else instead. He finished eating and stood to enter the fresh night. But as he was leaving the popina, someone else was walking in. Marcus glared at them and then almost violently pushed them out of the way, in order to disappear into the early Roman evening. 
   OPEN FOR ANYONE (it is likely that the thread will take a violent turn)
   
2. 

   Prospecting

   Started by Lucius Sempronius Atratinus · December 22, 2021

   December, 76AD
   Lucius tapped his fingers against the arm of the chair he was waiting in, in the atrium, his frustration evident by the huff of annoyance he let out every few moments. He was taking this meeting as a favour - he had told himself at least - the very least the girl and her chaperone could do would be to be on time. He had never met Horatia Sosia but his cousins spoke well of her, and her family. He was vaguely aware there was already a connection - he was a first cousin to her cousins, but through his maternal line whereas she was on the paternal side. Did that make them related? Probably not, but it did mean a connection, and he sorely needed those. 
   It was supposed to be a light, introductory meeting but he'd rather do it in his domus than some public place. He'd been on enough of these meet and greets since his divorce to know that meeting silly young women in public was draining and expensive. Instead, he'd summoned her and her male relative or slave of choice to his domus where there was a light meal and wine and ample time to converse. Besides, if it all went wrong and she was wholly unsuitable, he'd just claim there was urgent business and dismiss her. That was if she ever showed up, of course. 
   Letting out another groan of annoyance, he pushed himself up and was about to bark at a slave to send a messenger when the door to the atrium creaked open and she arrived. Well. At least she was something to look at, he'd give her that. 
   "Salve, Horatia Sosia. Welcome to my home." 
    
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3. 

   A Little Thief

   Started by Sara · January 5, 2021

   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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4. 

   Forced Friendships

   Started by Lucius Sempronius Atratinus · January 4, 2021

   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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5. 

   A Game of Chance

   Started by Lucius Sempronius Atratinus · December 27, 2020

   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. 
    
   TAG: Open! 
   1The 'Game of Twelve' or Ludus duodecim scriptorum
   
6. 

   Lucius Sempronius Atratinus

   Started by Lucius Sempronius Atratinus · December 26, 2020

   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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   Sara's Tracker

   Started by Tertia Charis · July 26, 2019

   Tertia Charis
   . ex-slave and present concubina to tertius quinctilius varus .
   
    
   . finished . 
   . back in time/AUs . 
   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.
    
   Run- Charis & Cynane - AU
   Charis and Cynane flee Rome
    
   . 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.
    
   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.
    
   Wait!- Mid December 75AD - Charis & Teutus
   Immediately after her night with Alexius, Charis reconnects with Teutus after he discovers them.
    
   . seventy-six AD . 
   Everything I Wanted- Mid January 76AD - Charis, Tertius & Wulfric
   Charis meets a new Varus family member as he comes to greet Tertius.
    
   Any way the wind blows- Mid January 76AD - Charis & Wulfric, Teutus and Tertius
   A dinner for the family goes wrong.
    
   I have something to say- Mid February 76AD - Charis & Tertius
   Charis brings up her suspicions of Wulfric to her domine.
    
   Following Up- Mid March 76AD - Charis & Wulfric
   Charis spies on Wulfric.
    
   What Comes Next - Late March 76AD - Charis & Tertius
   Charis updates Tertius on Wulfric
    
   It's All Fun and Games - Mid June 76AD - Charis & Tertius
   Charis attends a gladiator match with her dominus.
    
   I Just Called to Say - Late August 76AD - Charis & Varinia
   Charis meets a very important woman from the household past.
    
   Take a Chance on Me - Late August 76AD - Charis & Tertius
   Tertius proposes to Charis.
    
   . seventy-seven AD . 
   Unexpected Arrival - Mid April 77AD - Charis, Tertius & Hilda
   Charis intervenes in a family (?) argument.
   (58)
    
    
   . current . 
   How have we ended up here? - Late December 76AD - Charis & Teutus
   Now freed, Charis updates Teutus.
    
   Sacrifice and Stalemates - Early January 77AD - Charis & Tertius
   Charis and Tertius bless their marriage.
    
   Something New- Early January 77AD - Charis & Cynane
   Cynane hears Charis' news and it does not go well.
    
   No Idea - Early April 77AD - Charis & Aia
   A familiar face from her past crops up again.
   (4)
    
    
    
   

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