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Quintus listened to Claudia's assessment of her brother and cousin as objectively as he could. It was a hard thing for a father to listen to the opinions of others about his own children - even when those with the opinions were family themselves. Quintus, though, had a knack for remaining impartial. He supposed it was a trait he inherited from his own father - to always expect the worst from his offspring until they proved him otherwise. A perfect example was Drusus' relatively recent adoption of a cat and her litter of what ended up being seven(!!) kittens. Quintus expected the boy would let the animals starve, run away... or worse, allow them into Quintus' office where they would ruin his missives. But, he hadn't... yet.
"The ideal man," he repeated her words. "I like that. Together they make the ideal man." He said it again, and then to himself: Together they would make the ideal ruler? "I see much the same as you in regards to the both of them. Titus has taken to the position he has earned by his name alone, and is not afraid to show his perceived importance. Tiberius, contrarily, is a bit more reserved and calculating. A warrior and a politician, it seems. Though, both will have to serve in the field and the curia to win the adoration of the people, the legions, and the senate. That is where their true natures will shine."
Quintus paused, realizing he was talking too much like a military man in front of a young woman who likely didn't care about his musings. A question came to his mind then, but he hesitated a moment before asking - a crack in his otherwise impeccable armor. "Speaking of ideal men," he said softly, broaching the subject, "you are nearing an age where suitors will make themselves known. I trust that is something you have been prepared for?" Quintus assumed that Drusilla, or perhaps Juliana or one of the other women of the family had taken over those aspects of Claudia's upbringing... though he wasn't entirely sure.
He took a steady drink of wine.
Quintus kept a steady gaze on each senator that stood to speak his mind. Each man had a fair point to make, and though the discussion quickly expanded into some of the finer details of the proposal rather than simply focusing on whether or not the proposal itself was one to vote in favor it, Quintus was content. That the senators decided to dive right into the intricacies rather than argue the merit of the idea in the first place was a sign that they were, mostly, in support of it.
After Manius Scaurus returned to his seat, Quintus stood and once again was Caesar. "I commend you, Senator Scaurus, on your determination and dedication to the state, and on your eloquent address to this body." A few 'Here! Here!'s rose to fill the silence of Caesar's rhetorical pause.
"I have heard the concerns you have all voiced," he continued, addressing the senate at large. "Who should receive the benefits of the state's generosity? What should those benefits be? How should the state pay for it? The cost of a project such as I have proposed on an empire-wide scale would be astronomical. Though I am glad there are those among you who consider extending the alimenta to the empire as a whole, my eyes are set on Italia to start. Begin the program here, in the heartland of our empire." In truth, Quintus had considered an empire-wide program, though he had come to the conclusion that such a program would have to be organized and maintained on a more regional autonomous level, as opposed to being controlled from Rome. Now was not the time for such ideas, however.
"In regards to funding," he switched gears, "the initial phase I intended to fund with the remaining war booty from the campaigns in Britannia. Though, that will run out eventually, and when it does an alternative source will be necessary. The three main ideas I have heard I have liked - philanthropy, tax cuts, or tax repayments. Or perhaps a combination of the three. What further ideas does this body have in that regard?"
((IMPORTANT OOC NOTE!
To keep things organized, we'll be breaking the senate thread up into three parts. This first part will - from this post forward - focus on the issue of funding the alimenta. We'll finish out this round (with the 4 players who haven't posted yet), then do another round (or more if needed) until Caesar will jump back in and call for a vote to decide how it will be funded. Once the vote is over, PART II will be started in a separate thread (details on those parts below). We'll go through the same process in Parts II & III. Once Part III is concluded, the entire Proposal will be completed.
Overall Proposal: Alimenta Part I: Scope & Funding Part II: Who & How Part III: Implementation (Nominating/Choosing Officers & Magistrates to run the program) As always, if there are any questions just PM myself or one of the staff.))
One of Quintus' first projects since assuming power in Rome a decade earlier had been to allot funds - where it could be spared - to restoring public buildings, and especially temples. Rome itself had taken her fair share of damage in the chaos of the political uprest that saw several riots, and near warfare in the streets of the city. One building that had received special attention was the Mausoleum Augusti - where the ashes of the family of Caesar were interred.
From Divus Julius to Claudius, including all their children and wives (those so honored at least), the Mausoleum held within it the remains of some of Rome's finest (and most villainous) leaders. Quintus had ensured that the ashes of his late sister, Lucilla, were interred. He had also had an urn created for the mostly detested Caligula, as he was the father of his wife, and set it as a reminder of the power each Caesar held, and what could come as a result of its misuse.
On that very day, 136 years earlier, Divus Augustus had been born. Quintus saw it as an opportune time to speak with the young men whom - at that time - were on paths to inherit the stewardship of Rome. Having already spoken with his son earlier in the day, Quintus had invited his nephew Tiberius to meet him at the mausoleum after his day of meetings had been concluded.
If he was entirely honest with himself, there was something about his nephew that Quintus liked. He of course cherished his own children, and though they had not been born into the purple (save for Drusus) they had taken to the spoils of their increased statuses with gusto. In Tiberius, Quintus saw pieces of himself. Born a mix of two houses - one ancient and decorated, the other coming into its fame; born the shadow of his father, and forced to live up to - or over - such expectations. Yet, Tiberius had faced even more. Had things gone as Claudius undoubtedly planned them, Tiberius would be emperor... perhaps with Quintus or another uncle as his adviser or protector.
Yet, he had instead given up his Caesarian name and remained a Claudian. Quintus intended to test his resolve on that matter.
"Ave, nephew," he said, when Tiberius came into sight.
After Titus Faustinus had declared the official start to the meeting, Quintus gave a nod to the senior statesman and then took the floor for himself. There was a moment of silence, as he looked around the Curia to examine the faces of the men in attendance. He could remember in years past when the Senate had been almost empty of notable men and families - some because the families had been exiled or nearly wiped out, some because their scions had retired for fear of their safety, and some because they did not wish to be seen openly defying the will of less-than-understanding emperors. Quintus had spent a great deal of time extending leniency to the senatorial class, while also maintaining a balance with the rising upper-equestrians. A military man through-and-through, this day he was to speak of a social matter closer to home.
"Gratias, Faustinus," he said to the Princeps Senatus, and then returned his attention to the sitting senators. "Senators, there are a great many matters of discussion open to us. Indeed, I have been busy these past weeks with reports coming in from the east and from the limes about the movement of the Graeci against the Parthians, and the Germani against one another. As Romans we have for a long time cast our eyes out to other lands, our focus on the next conquest, or the next piece of glory we can claim for mother Roma. It is in our blood, one could say, for us to spill the blood of others." He paused, turning his gaze to the other side of the Curia.
"Yet, ten years ago it was neither the blood of the Germani nor the blood of Parthians we were spilling, but the blood of fellow Romans, fellow citizens of our great empire. I was not present in our great city when the tyrant Clemens took power, and I was not witness to the atrocities he committed. Though I know the severity of the reports I heard in Asia were enough to fill me with a resolution to secure and protect my beloved homeland. Had I been able to take a road to Rome that was free from bloodshed, that spared the lives of my fellow Romans, I surely would have. Alas, the fates saw to influence more ambitious men to lesser actions, and battle could not be avoided. There is not a day that passes where I do not lament the loss of my brothers-in-arms, even as they plied those arms against me. For they believed they were fighting for Rome, however misguided they might have been.
"Here in our city, men and women fought and died. In Italia they did as well. Not only our soldiers, but our people. I, too, suffered the loss of my oldest son, a wound I share with many of you. Now, a decennium and more after we have peace, there is again a need to protect that which is ours. Yet before we can march against outward enemies, we must first look inward at our future.
"We cannot speak to the Glory of Rome and marvel at our marble architecture and triumphal arcs without taking a closer look at the naked and starving orphans hiding in the shadows of those same structures. Those children are the future of Rome, yet what future do they have when they have little choice but to live as beggars?"
Caesar paused, surveying the Curia once again before continuing. "I am proposing an alimenta - a nourishment - of our Italian homeland. To provide food, education, and housing for the poor and the disenfranchised children and their caretakers so that we might strengthen the heart of our homeland, and bring hope to its future. Any and all ideas and suggestions for the implementation of such a program are welcomed."
With that, Caesar returned to his seat and the floor was open again.
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As Claudia commented on the adventure that his childhood must have been, Quintus took a moment to recollect on all the things he had seen and experienced. In hindsight, and to someone full of youth who had yet to see the world, he could understand how adventurous and exciting it all seemed. To him at the time it had simply been what was expected of him, or what he needed to do in order to prove himself.
He came back into focus on the conversation as she spoke of the children in the greater family. He smiled softly as she rattled off updates on each of the children, not unlike a quaestor reading a report to his legatus. A mix of ambition and competitive spirit had driven Quintus and his siblings, and had pushed and pulled them together and apart, not unlike the moon with the waves. Some had succeeded - most notably himself, Lucilla, and to a lesser extent Octavius and Jullus - and others hadn't. He had always attributed their drive as a mix of the blood they had inherited. The Cornelian political prowess and competitive nature to serve above and beyond, and the Flavian ambition for one to prove himself, or herself, worthy.
Quintus considered what traits his children might have inherited, or even Claudia herself. As the daughter of Claudius and Lucilla, what parts of each of them did she carry with her? But then she asked if there was anything in particular he wanted to know, which caught him slightly off guard.
"Only anything you feel you should tell me." He paused for a small sip of wine. "Though, I didn't call you here to speak with me to interrogate you." Quintus placed trust in his greater family, and hoped that they would build a stronger bond than he had with his own brothers and sister.
"Though..." he considered a thought in his mind. "If I were to ask you the strengths and weaknesses of each Titus and Tiberius, as it concerns their personalities, what would you say?"
In his younger years Quintus detested even the thought of having to attend a meeting of the senate. He had always been a man inclined toward acting, and had seen the senate as a means for rich, bored men to argue and speak of what they might do while not actually doing anything at all. Even after he had taken the purple, Quintus found every excuse he could to be on the fringes of the empire fixing something, leaving the senate to his most trusted advisors and relations. After a decade of leading Rome back to a place of stability and peace, a more relaxed life in Rome gradually became more and more comfortable for the old warrior.
Caesar carefully maintained the delicate balance between his power and the senate's, though not without help from his family and allies. He was seated in his place between the two consular chairs, giving nods to each senator as they caught his gaze. Others came forward to speak with him in private before the official start of the session, but once the Princeps Senatus took the floor, silence reigned, and Caesar listened along with every other man. There were many matters to be discussed, and many important decisions to be made.
Quintus listened attentively as his niece shared what she would of her life. He remembered his sister at her age, in her teens, when one day was the most glorious-blessed-by-the-gods day, and the next Pluto himself had come to earth to wreak havoc. If Claudia truly was so similar as her mother, Quintus could only presume she had a similar womanly side to her - or at least that's how he saw it.
As she spoke on the time she spent with Drusilla, Quintus couldn't help but feel satisfaction in the fact that Drusilla was in his life. That she had been spared by the gods and not an absolute lunatic who'd lost her wits, or a vengeful witch upon her return to Rome was itself the work of the gods... or her strong will. That she further spent her time with the needy only served to strengthen the view of the Flavian name, and perhaps restore some faith in her own. By joining her, Claudia too could only help to cement a strong public image.
Then she spoke of riding. "Lucilla was a strong rider," he commented. "We raced often as children, before I left for training. I won't admit that she bested me, but she came close." He laughed at the memory. It was strange how with age the spite and jealously he felt for his siblings had turned to nostalgia through memories. He made a mental note to have a separate meeting with this Praetorian Decimus, but made no comment to Claudia of it.
"It is good to be busy, keep your mind active and learning. Tell me, how are you getting along with your siblings?" He was mostly curious about Tiberius, though any news on Flavia was not unwelcome.
Over the years Quintus had become better at being around children. For a long time he had ignored them until they were of an age to be able to do something - or such had been his thinking in the past. It wasn't until he observed his son Titus - and his brother, until he passed - and how inquisitive they were, how quickly they learned and mimicked, that he understood the importance of showering love and attention upon adolescents. Yet, once the children grew into young adults, Quintus largely reverted into his more spartan outlook; not that he was unapproachable, or impossible to speak with, but more that he made sure to keep a distance. He would dole out affection and approval as it was necessary, but never give it for the sake of giving it. Young women were an entirely different beast to tackle.
A soft smile crossed his face as Claudia spoke to her wish to live up to Lucilla's standards. He thought to himself that Lucilla was the only person ever able to live up to her standards. Even still, it was an admirable goal for his sister's daughter.
"As well as I could hope," he said in response to his niece's concern. "I believe the youth and vigor of Drusilla and Drusus keep me young," he added with another smile. "And you? I must admit I am not entirely attuned to the issues of a young woman such as yourself, but I trust you are healthy and satisfied with things in general?" He didn't honestly expect that Claudia would tell him anything otherwise, but it was worth the effort to ask.
Over a decade had passed since Quintus first assumed the title of 'Caesar' and at last earned his spot at the top of the Roman world. From youth he had been an ambitious man - always seeking to maintain superiority over his brothers, and always seeking a way to get out from the shadow of his father. For most of his life he was known as 'Quintus, the son of Cnaeus' or (at times even harder to bear) 'Quintus, brother of the Augusta'. As time continued on and his family secured more and more gravitas, Quintus had been able to put himself into more positions of power and respect until at last he turned the tables. No longer was he recognized for the grandeur of his deceased relatives, but now they were remembered by their connections to him.
The Julians had all but killed one another over the decades of their family's rule. Quintus has resurrected their fortune by bringing their sole surviving daughter out of exile, and marrying her. Through his son Drusus, their blood survived. The Claudians, ancient and austere, had all but been eradicated much in the same way as the Julians they had so closely become tied to, but Quintus saved them, too. Allowing Tiberius to resume the name given to him at birth and continue the line; other Caesars might have killed the boy. A younger Quintus might have done the same. Instead, he allowed the sons and daughters of the families that paved the way for his to become a part of his family... but he always kept a close eye on them.
Quintus understood that he was not immortal. He cared little for how he was to be remembered once he died, but instead considered the future of the empire once it came into the hands of his successors. Through his life, Quintus had put a great deal of energy and effort into maintaining the strength and loyalty of his family. As he saw it, the shortcoming of his predecessors was that their shortcomings as parents had manifested into shortcomings in children. He wanted to build a strong core around whoever the next Caesar might be, and he was no fool to think that women were without importance.
With that thought, he had called for his niece Claudia.
"Ave Claudia," he said as she introduced her arrival to the Aula Regia. "Indeed I did call for you," he continued. He had stood when she entered, but motioned for her to take a seat if she so desired. He returned to his. He observed her for a moment before talking further. "You certainly favor your mother," he said. "The image of her youth."
Q. FLAVIUS CAESAR ALEXANDER AUGUSTUS
63 | 5 May 11 CE | Imperial | Emperor | Hetero | Canon | Timothy Dalton
Quintus is a hardhearted and efficient man with a keen mind for strategy and politics. He is at all times a realist and sees little point in thinking of what "could be" or "should be". He considers wishing for better things to be a waste of time, and looks down upon all who entertain such 'hopeful' or idealist thoughts. Those who take hold of the reigns of their own lives and do what they can to influence their own futures are those whom he wants to associate himself with. He does not believe that any man should be given what his father or forefathers before him earned; in his mind, inheriting what one hasn't earned prevents a man from understanding the worth of what he has, or what he is.
Having spent more than an average man's amount of time in the military, serving from the ground up, Quintus has an appreciation for common soldiers and is keen to support men from lower classes. Even though his family was granted Patrician status, he considers himself more a man of the lower orders than of the traditional and established families. His time in the military and serving in administrative roles has taught him patience and duty. His ideas on personal ambition and his time spent in the military greatly influence how he interacts with others. He is never a man to sell himself short, but likewise never looks favorably upon another until he is given reason to do so. To put it simply; Quintus is a difficult man to impress, but once you have earned his favor, it remains.
For most of his life, Quintus considered love to be a trivial, philosophical thing - something to be discussed and sang about because it didn't truly belong to anyone. In older age, his opinion has changed somewhat. Though the fact that his own father was distant, and his own mother demanding still factors heavily into how he treats his own family, and what he expects of them, he would not say he holds no affection for them. Now as Caesar, he holds his children very dear, not only for the sake of his name, but also for the fact that they are the future of the empire. He is not soft, and still believes that his sons have to earn their names - but he has made an effort to spend more time with them, teaching and guiding. Likewise, he has placed more and more trust and time into his brothers - especially Jullus and Octavius - and has developed closer bonds with them than they ever shared in years prior.
Even Quintus' views on women have changed drastically. His pleasure in enjoying women of exotic locales has waned, as his focus has turned mostly on his own family and his new young wife. He sees Drusilla as everything a woman should be - shrewd, intelligent, both quiet and outspoken when necessary, and a very supportive and encouraging mother. More and more he considers that a woman can be his strength in ways men cannot.
Quintus is slim and fit despite his age. Being a man of the military he has always cut a fine figure. Despite his position, he dresses quite modestly, and avoids overly colorful or fancy designs. Like Augustus, he is austere and traditional in his dress. He is always clean-shaven, his hair always neatly trimmed. His grayed hair still shows specs of black peppered throughout, and the line has begun to recede, but he meets it with his head held high.
Father: Cnaeus Flavius Alexander Germanicus (deceased)
Mother: Cornelia Annthea (deceased)
- Rufus Flavius Alexander (deceased)
- Flavia Lucilla Augusta (deceased)
- Jullus Flavius Alexander (b. 24)
- Decimus Flavius Alexander (deceased)
- Octavius Flavius Alexander (b. 33)
- "Laelius", adopted as Marcus Aemilius Scaurus Alexander (b. 39)
Spouse: Julia Drusilla Augusta (b. 39)
- 1st Wife: Valeria Marcella (died in birth)
- 2nd Wife: Imperiosa Acuelonis (div. 57)
- 3rd Wife: Rutilia Cypriana (div. 62)
- Unnamed Daughter (stillborn)
- Publius Flavius Alexander Belanus (deceased)
- Cnaeus Flavius Caesar Alexander Gemellus (deceased)
- Titus Flavius Caesar Alexander [Geminus] (b. 57)
- Flavia [Rutiliana] Caesaris (b. 61)
- Drusus Flavius Caesar Alexander (b. 67)
- Tiberius Claudius Sabucius (nephew & ward; son of Lucilla)
- Ausonia Belanina (b. 41)
- Eutropia (b. 54)
- Claudii-Nerones [Caesares] through his late sister's marriage
- Cornelii-Scipiones through his mother
- Julii-Caesares through his wife
- Aemilii-Scauri through his brother Laelius/Scaurus Alexander
- Consort: Ausonia (deceased; mother to Belanina & Publius Belanus)
- Consort: Patroclea (b. 41; mother to Eutropia)
On the fifth day of the fifth month, a child came into the world as the second son of Cnaeus Flavius Alexander and Cornelia Annthea. Because of the auspicious nature of his birthday, he was given the name 'Quintus' and marked as the secondary inheritor. His elder sibling, a brother who was their father's namesake, was only two at the time of his birth. Yet, within a year the young Cnaeus had died from a common cold, leaving Quintus the eldest and the principal inheritor. The family he was born into, the Flavii-Alexandrae, were a relatively new family in Rome's politics; like so many others, their rise coincided with the rise of Augustus. Quintus' great-grandfather, Gaius Flavius Alexander, was the first of the family to sit in the Senate. His grandfather, another Gaius, had been known for his oratory - his father was known for his military ability.
Despite the 'new blood' within his father's side, Quintus' mother was of one of the most distinguished and celebrated houses in all of Rome's history - the Cornelii-Scipiones. Though their fortunes had fallen with the fall of the Republic, their name remained respected and honored. Because of his father's ever-busy military career, the majority of Quintus' youth was spent in the care of his mother, and his maternal grandfather, the scion of the Scipiones, Marcus Cornelius Scipio the Elder. Marcus the Elder was a harsh taskmaster whom had decided that Quintus would present an image of his Scipio blood, so that future generations of Flavians might benefit from their heritage. Though Quintus often spoke in detest for his grandfather Marcus in his youth, he has come to be the same man in many ways.
TEENAGE - EARLY ADULTHOOD [25-30]
When Quintus at last came of age to enter into some form of public service, he was enlisted into a cadet school for the sons of the nobility. He left Rome and lived in Mediolanum where he trained with other young nobles in the arts of war. Once his training had finished he returned to Rome only briefly before beginning his service in the legions. Around this time Quintus' father's own career had begun to skyrocket. His many victories in Germania had earned him a reputation for being a fierce warrior and a staunch supporter of the Principate. Many expected that because of the favor being shown upon his family, Quintus' own career would be a faster version of his father's; it was not to be. In one of their few meetings over the course of his life, Cnaeus denied his son entry into the legions as an officer, instead stating that if he wanted a military career, he had to earn a position at the top.
Filled with a mix of hatred for his father and a desire to prove himself, Quintus enlisted as a miles - a common foot-soldier at the age of fifteen. For the next five years he served common duty with the 8th Twin Legion in Pannonia. He learned how to shoulder gear, how to stake a camp, how to kill a man, how to carry a wounded brother, and how to give orders. Despite his youth, he learned that leadership came natural to him. In his fourth and fifth years in the legion he found his spot in line steadily increasing. New recruits rallied to him, the son of a noble who fought in the dirt and the grime with them. He found that he enjoyed their acclaim, their praise - most of all he enjoyed the sense of power and control. When his first five years in the legion were finished, Quintus returned to Rome to embark on the next stage of his career.
From the age of 20, Quintus re-enlisted into his uncle Titus' legion in Asia. He served as an officer and found the glimpses of power and command he had seen as a common soldier amplified. For the next twenty-five years Quintus' sole drive would be to make his name large enough to escape the shadow of his father's. His exemplary service in the field and the haughty, 'Cornelian' way in which he held himself quickly earned him a large number of both allies and enemies. Nevertheless, his family's fortune's continued to rise. In due time his father became associates with Drusus Claudius Sabucius, who in time rose to the seat of emperor. Their friendship in turn led to Claudius' marriage to Quintus' own sister, Lucilla. In a single marriage, Claudius had gained himself access to one of the empire's finest generals - in Cnaeus - and his sons, of whom Quintus was the most distinguished. Quintus served the empire faithfully for the next several decades, leading legions or serving administrative roles when and where required.
In 46 AD, after a nearly continuous term of service that spanned two decades, at last Quintus took time to himself. He had built his name into one that was recognized separate of his ageing father, and separate of his glorified sister, but he understood that he could not succeed in being only a military man. For all his father's accomplishments, the man had never seen much success in politics. Quintus, with his Cornelian upbringing, was determined to show strength and aptitude in an arena his father had yet to breach. This began with a marriage to the daughter of another prominent senator, Cnaeus Valerius Messalla, who was quite often a rival to Quintus' own father. The marriage brought Quintus into Messalla's camp, which ardently supported Claudius in the growing tension that was brewing between the emperor and Camilius. Valeria's death in childbirth in 49 was a temporary setback to Quintus' ambitions, but rather than grieve him, it simply pushed him forward.
Soon enough he had established his own strength in Rome's politics, and became the head of an imperial party that looked to Lucilla and the strength of the Flavians. It became increasingly obvious that Claudius was unfit to be the supreme commander of the empire. Quintus saw opportunity in having his sister remain empress, and seeing his nephews rise to Claudius' seat. Though he had never gotten along overly well with any of his siblings, Quintus began plotting with Lucilla to see her son Marcus Darius put into power. Unknown to him, others had hatched plots of their own. His own cousin, Lucius Scipio, had been in league with Camilius; one supported the return of the Senate, while the other supported himself, but with both seeing Marcus Darius as an obstacle to their goals, their powers aligned.
With the death of Claudius, chaos broke out across the empire with rebellions in Greece and Egypt, and even riots in Rome itself. Quintus' moment had come, but again his father proved an obstacle. The old man, long retired from service, entertained ideas of becoming Caesar in Darius' place. Lucilla approached her brother with her concerns, and together they ensured that their father entered a sleep from which he would never wake. The shadow of his father at last gone, Quintus moved quickly. With support from his followers in the senate, he was awarded the command of the legions and fleets in Illyria and Pannonia in order to deal with the Greek rebellion. This gave him access to the legions nearest to Rome. However, his bid for power did not go uncontested. Camilius had his legions, Manius Claudius had his supporters, Aetius had his legions, and there were those who supported Lucilla and the boy Marcus Darius. A compromise was agreed upon, wherein power was split between five camps.
Quintus accepted the compromise, sure that it would not last. He focused his energies on Epirus and the rebellion, which he crushed within two years, and then bade his time in Athens, waiting to see what might become of Camilius. In this period of time, Quintus' allies in Rome attempted to win him honors from the Senate. He found he was blocked by none other than his own cousin, Lucius Scipio. Lucius had started a war for himself in Dacia and persuaded the Senate to name him 'Dacicus'. From afar Quintus began a campaign to besmear Lucius' name, and it was then that Quintus discovered the man's alliance with Camilius. He forwarded the information to his sister, Lucilla, and Rome was turned upside down. With his career ruined, and with the Senate believing he had betrayed them, Lucius committed suicide within the very walls of the Curia. Lucilla took the opportunity to have Marcus Darius proclaim his position as sole "Caesar" and abolish the regencies. All was done with Quintus' silent support. He would much prefer to have a sister and nephew on the throne, than an enemy.
Quintus was recalled to Rome as an adviser to Darius, replacing Camilius. This move was the final straw for Camilius - whom had often considered himself Cnaeus' protege; the man declared himself Caesar and waged open rebellion in Gaul. It was Quintus who was given imperium to defeat the traitor. For the first time in his life, Quintus Alexander marched into Gaul and took command of the legions that had served under his own father for so long. The legions overwhelmingly rallied to Quintus, and he made short work of Camilius' "rebellion". The two met in battle near Alesia, and Camilius was soundly defeated. He fled into obscurity for a year before being driven out and executed by Quintus himself. For his service, Quintus was made provisional governor of all of Gaul, to reinstate stability and repair damages done by war.
Quintus' term in Gaul ended with the coming of 60 AD, and with it he returned peacefully to Rome. In the intervening period, much had changed. His second wife, Imperiosa, had given birth to twin boys and then showed infidelity which led to a divorce. The twins were taken in by Quintus' mother, Annthea. Further opportunities presented themselves with Darius' own sickness and death. When news reached Quintus of his nephew's passing, it came with news from Rome that in the same night his brother-in-law Honorius and younger nephew Decimus Junus had been proclaimed joint Caesars by the Praetorians and the Senate. Not wanting to raise his legions against his own family, Quintus gave his support to the new rulers of Rome and remained an active member of the Senate. 60 AD saw him married again, this time to the sister of an up-and-coming senator whom had served under him in the Greek conflict, Manius Cyprianus.
Quintus never expected the near fall of his family at the end of that year. The assassinations of both Honorius and Junus, combined with the death of Lucilla at the end of 60 left Quintus suddenly without the net of allies he had become to accustomed to. He was in Rome, away from his legions, and without legal power. He was trapped, and despite all the progress he had made, was forced to play by another's rules. He quietly supported the rise of Manius Cyprianus, his brother-in-law, and sought alternative ways that he might return to the head of legions - they were his only fail-safe. He would not accept Cyprianus as Caesar; with the deaths of all other capable members of his family, Quintus saw himself as the only remaining alternative. He simply would have to play his cards right and remain patient. His alliance with Cyprianus saw Quintus' second term as consul in 61, where he served with another long-time warrior, Marcus Scaurus.
Two months into his term, opportunity knocked. Trouble had been brewing in the east with Parthia, and considering Quintus' own past service under his uncle Titus in that region, he was the natural choice to serve as a diplomat there. He was sent as an official diplomat and deftly maneuvered himself into a position of more autonomous power as the central structure of Rome was reconfigured beneath the shadows of two giants, Scaurus and Cyprianus. Married as he was to Cyprianus' sister, Quintus wasted no time in neutralizing himself in the battle brewing between the two sides - he arranged the marriage of his widowed mother to Scaurus, accepting the adoption of his younger brother into the Aemilii-Scauri. All the while, allies in Rome continued to support him as their champion in the event of a what was considered an unavoidable civil war.
Then, Scaurus and Cyprianus surprised everyone by coming to a settlement which seemingly ended the threat of war - and also ruptured the Scauran party. Scaurus "retired" to Syria and Cyprianus was soon under investigation on charges of corruption, though whispers spoke that he and several others had been behind the overthrow of the Caesars. It was at this point that Quintus divorced Cypriana, and after dealing with the threat of the Aorsi, more or less cut himself off from Rome. In due time a coup led by the Praetorian Prefect Clemens took over Rome and civil war erupted across the empire. Quintus saw the opportunity he had been waiting for, and took it. In short work he defeated his father-in-law Scaurus in Syria (whom had risen at the front of an army dedicated to restoring the republic), the generals allied to the pretender Cotta, and then the very armies of Clemens himself before he victoriously took Rome and was named Caesar by the Senate and People.
THE PAST DECADE [63-NOW]
Immediately after taking control of the empire, Quintus settled the affairs in Rome by taking a very militaristic approach to the chaos that had ruled. At the close of the year, the "military occupation" of Rome was ended, and Quintus allowed normal functioning government to return - he was named consul alongside his brother Octavius, whom had served him well through all his campaigning. With considerable powers invested in Octavius, Quintus took action to strengthen the northern frontier of the empire by marching north into Gaul, routing the German incursions that had broken the lines in the fallout of civil war, and beating them back into Germania. He took a tour of each legionary fort along the Rhine, reorganizing and replenishing each by granting citizenship to entire towns and communities in northern Gaul, and creating new citizen-cohorts from their numbers.
After his first year in power saw to the protection of the Rhine Frontier, Quintus spent the next two years settling the incredibly messy and altogether undesirable situation in Britannia. From the start, Quintus had never been a fan of his nephew's plan to invade Britannia, and so as Caesar his initial goal was to reorganize the lands that Rome already claimed a stable hold over - as he had done in Germania. In much the same way, he traveled through the forts giving spirit and fresh recruits to the legions and new orders to their commanders. Midway through the year, Quintus was approached by none other than the leader of the British resistance, Eppitacos, himself. The two discussed Eppitacos' vision for Britannia, and in time the two came to terms in which Eppitacos would serve as a client king of Britannia. However, motions within the Briton ranks prevented it from ever happening. Those who betrayed Eppitacos presented him as a prisoner. Quintus, seeing it as an opportunity for momentary peace and a means to bolster his image back in Rome, accepted the offer along with a sizable payment for the offences of the Britons.
After another year spent on Britannia to ensure its stability, Quintus Caesar at last returned to Rome as the heroic conqueror whom had put an end to the civil war, stabilized the Rhine Frontier, and brought an end to the endless warfare in Britannia that had killed so many of Rome's young sons. He at last enjoyed his Triumph through the streets of the Eternal City, and at last Rome was one again. His first acts upon returning were to spare Eppitacus execution, and instead made him a gladiator to fight for the entertainment of the Roman people, after causing them so much grief. His second act was to put a silent end to the clamoring of young upstart senator known as Tacitus whom had attempted to breathe life into the remnants of Scaurus' old republican-leaning party.
Understanding that with war out of the way, the people would be curious as to the next imperial marriage, Quintus wasted no time in considering the ideal woman for his next wife. She could be no simple woman, and he had to take care in choosing which family he allied himself with. As the fates had it, a woman literally born for the position came forward. While he had been in Germania and Britannia, Quintus had approved a universal forgiveness of all Romans exiled by his predecessors. One among their number had been none other than Julia Drusilla, the young daughter of the murdered emperor Caligula. Though he was apprehensive about meeting the daughter of Caligula, Drusilla proved herself to be everything Quintus desired in a wife. Their marriage moved forward quickly, and because of her youth she was quick with child. Drusus Flavius Caesar Alexander was born to him by the end of the year. In the same span of time, Annthea at last passed from the world; Quintus pushed through a motion to deify her and she became known (postumously) as Cornelia Pia Augusti Mater.
The last half of his decade of peace has seen Quintus Caesar faced with the final annexation of Britannia, and several natural disasters across the empire. He has remained steadfast in his dedication to the preservation of the empire and support of the people, for which he remains beloved. It is now a new era in the Eternal City, wherein Quintus must now contend not only with the barbarians beyond the borders, but also with his sons, their mothers, and the growing imperial family. He is determined that his dynasty will long outlive the Julio-Claudians, and will do almost anything to ensure its continued stability into the future.
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