Claudia Caesaris

Imperial

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February 27
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About Claudia Caesaris

Princess of Rome

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Roma.

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"Testing this feature to see how it goes."
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https://www.aeternaromarpg.com/topic/5269-claudia-caesaris/?tab=comments#comment-5427
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Roma.

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Consequences

February 27

Oh, fuck.
Claudia watched her cousin approach them, and did not wish for them to suffer because she chose to be foolishly generous. She thought of a diplomatic way to answer the question when she saw Julia, her former governess approach her as well and could not hide the distinct look of 'oh, fuck' from her facial expressions. She may have possibly been able to fool Juliana. Julia, however? Perhaps not at all.
Fortunately, Julia seemed to be more distracted by little Quintus than with her for the moment and it gave her some time. She didn't have a lot of time to wonder what little Quintus thought of the scene.
"It looks far worse than it is, cousin," She answered, gave Decimus a concerned look as the servants began to led him away to receive medical care. One of the things Claudia liked about Aia was her honesty. Except right at this moment, she gazed at the redhead a strained smile to encourage her to let her deal with her cousin and explain what had occurred. However, the words had already been spoken. What was the more polite way to refer to bandits along the road? "Decimus is injured, and they all risked their lives to protect me." She added, and realised the extent of how badly it could have potentially gone for them. They could all be dead by now.
"It was my fault, cousin. I stopped to help a wounded bandit and rode ahead away from them. It was foolish. There were survivors but Decimus, Aia and Cynane killed the leader of the band." She added. Unsure whether or not she would assist any bystanders along the road anymore. Claudia hoped she would still be able to go riding.
Claudia looked over at the blood soaked Cynane and hoped she would follow them inside the villa. No doubt headed towards the baths.

@Chevi @Sains @Atrice @Jenn
The Imperial Box

January 9

The games were mixed for her.
She loved the muscled men and women of the arena, the excitement and finding a sadness with the aftermath. That being said, Claudia enjoyed the socialisation of the games and the feasting that would come with it. She was elegantly dressed for the games. Her hair curled and coiled, and she felt an increasing sensation that someday she would be married or engaged to someone to serve the family interests. The social norm. Her chiton and palla was blue in colour, all to highlight her eye colour and she sat with Volusa, her body slave behind her. Decimus, her recovering bodyguard and Cynane, her gladiatrix.
Claudia leaned in chatting with Veturia Cicurina, her best friend and now in the later stages of pregnancy. She wondered who would be invited into the Imperial booth and who by. There was also the option for she herself to invite people in to get up and close with the members of the Imperial family in attendance.
"I didn't see the list. Do you know which gladiators are competing?"

OOC: Prominent Senators, etc. Are also welcome! @Sharpie
@Anna @Sarah @Chris
Consequences

January 9

Claudia was exhilarated. She had never felt so alive through having survived and the Adrenalin was starting to fade. Fortunately, cousin Juliana's home was close by and they would soon find safety there. The Princess had hoped that she would be able to wash off her face and body. All in an attempt to make it look less bloody. Aurea's walk was slow and steady. She glanced over towards Cynane who looked the most happy with how things had gone down. Her bodyguard's face coated in a bloody war-mask and had to admit, she blushed with desire under the blood on her cheeks.
"I think it will be okay," She said with blind optimism and an awkward smile of encouragement. However, with each step made towards the recognisable villa. Claudia's worries began to increase. She glanced towards Aia and Decimus, concerned for how they would be seen and whether or not they would get into trouble. It could have gone much worse than it had.
Cousin Juliana... though.... Claudia was unaware that Juliana had a visitor, Julia Valeria, her one time nanny.
She raised her chin, exhaled slowly and was assisted down from her horse by one of the shocked stable boys. Alarmed at the now dried blood on her face and clothing. Each of them had their own mark of the conflict. Claudia had to admit that Cynane looked to be in the best shape than all of them. Not to mention there was something about her face painted in blood. She landed on the ground with an oof.
"It will be okay," She said to her companions. Confident until she saw her cousin's facial expression as she approached.
"Oh, fuck..." Claudia muttered under her breath.

@Sains @Atrice @Chevi @Jenn
OOC: After Atrice and Jenn. I will post with Juliana 😄
Too Few Blues

January 6

She listened closely and nodded. There were few mental images she had of her mother. One was her face as the disease began to take hold and stripped her of health. Claudia would often receive praise for both her mother and father, what sort of people they were and she found herself questioning how true they were. Still, it was pleasant to hear. Much of her early life was spent in the company of her sisters; Rufia Flavia and Claudia Livia. Her knowledge of horses came later in life, and it was not the most feminine of tastes for a Roman Princess.
Claudia smiled, that didn't narrow it down much for her. Yet talented horses could no doubt be found in strange places, and other staff. No doubt her Uncle would be pleased to hear all about that. Admittedly, much of her knowledge concerning the different breeds were limited. "Marsh horses?" She asked, then remembered his Etruscan heritage and had a feeling that came with it.
The Princess was torn between feigning knowledge concerning the horses, and admitting her lack of knowledge. She chose the latter. "In all honesty, I am not sure what kinds of horses would be suitable. Rather than a breeder for a specific purpose, I enjoy horses that move well and are beautiful to the eye." Claudia answered, perhaps a brief sign of her youth. Her mother had some bred for warfare, or as messenger horses that had considerable amounts of stamina.
"Perhaps you could show me these horses and offer instruction concerning the attributes of their type?"

@Polarity
The Abundance of Flora

December 9, 2019

Claudia smiled, pleased that he had accepted what she said and they could move on from it. She did not appear surprised about the sight of the lictors that came with him and accepted them as part of visiting them. It was not uncommon for slaves and other attendants to be present when a visitor had arrived. She, however, noticed where they stood calmly and noted the respectable distance they had.
"It would be quite an interesting experiment," She answered, a hint of playfulness, "you would be able to see which of your lictors are quick on their toes and which are not." Claudia mused. Briefly her imagination took hold as she imagined each of the lictors following typical procedure, rushed forward to take their place and arguing over who would be in what position.
Ah, she noted that he was a well-versed politician. Most of them would ask how the family were, and she guessed that he meant the smaller family group of family rather than the large, extended family network. "The family is well," She answered politely. It was true. Caesar was in good health as was the Augusta. The princes and princesses were all in good health and spirits. From what she knew of the extended family, they were filled with prosperity. And as for herself. "I have also been well, thank you for asking," She answered politely. The princess enjoyed keeping herself busy and involved with her duties. Her rare moments in the gardens were the few quieter times she had, and those moments were treasured.
"And what of yourself and your family?" She asked politely. At the present, she could not recall whether or not he had a wife or not.
@The Young Pope
Too Few Blues

December 2, 2019

She gave him a visible smile of gratitude at the offer of smelling salts. Claudia nodded and followed him into the stables with her faithful body slave followed her. The Princess knew she had come unexpected, and completely out of the blue. "I understand, I did not give you a lot of notice," She answered politely. Claudia followed his gaze and looked towards the vast complex used to house the slaves, employees and others. She had seen similar and familiar structures previously. Although much of her time had been focused on the areas that were typically 'for show'.
The next question caused her to smile, a hint of a blush on her cheeks and knew her mother would have been happy. It was not a normal animal for a Roman princess to have. "Soluto is descended from one of the horses bred by my mother at her stables. A lot of the stock had been stolen during the purges and he was one of the animals I was able to track down." She answered, shrugged her shoulders. "As for the origin of the stock. I am not sure where she got them. A lot of people would give my mother horses and other exotic beasts," Claudia explained, as she began to feel more at ease. Many of her memories of her mother were few, and relied on the experiences of others. Essentially, it was a way to feel close to her.
"Some of the others horses have been gifts from Ambassadors that I have managed to come into my person, or animals that I have purchased myself." Claudia continued. "Where do you usually find stock for the races?" Claudia asked.

@Polarity
The gif game

November 24, 2019
Road to danger

November 20, 2019

That's it.
She could feel a change in him. His anger had turned into lust... it wasn't easy to maintain her facade. She expected for Cynane to tackle him to the ground or something. Claudia opened her mouth to speak. Determined to seduce him and keep his distraction on her. Claudia heard a cracking and a slicing sound. A burst of blood squirted her in the face and her mouth. She screamed loudly, closed her eyes and struck him in the face. Not entirely sure what had happened. She struck him again and again. Kicked him off and more of his blood spilled down onto her chest. She spat in his blood back on his face and opened her eyes to see Cynane's trusty sword in his neck.
He .. he was dead!
She awkwardly moved backwards and stood. The front of her dress clung to her body and her face was covered in blood. Claudia felt a surge of adrenalin inside her. Gods... was this how men felt when they survived on the battlefield? She gave Cynane a smile to reassure her, but also, this was exciting. Yet... she believed herself responsible for the welfare of all the people who came with her. Including Decimus and Aia. She looked towards the sound of hoofbeats and the horses who had escaped the danger were now beginning to return.
"Cynane! We need to help them." She called out. Not entirely aware of the danger they were all still in.
@Sains @Atrice @Chevi
The Abundance of Flora

November 17, 2019

Claudia remembered him from the assistance that he had given during one of the Augusta's many charitable projects. The explosion at Vesuvius was devastating for the people involved. The relief brought was vital for the impacted citizens. Many of whom had lost everything during the natural disaster. The Princess was gradually becoming more prominent in public life and her obligations towards the family. Two roles she both found herself drawn towards. The message had been sent out with an invitation for the Praetor Lucius Furius Pontius Thracius Minor to come visit her at the Domus Augustana. Since they were in similar social groups, she remembered meeting him already and the pair of them had not spoken at length though. Thus far, she found him helpful and handsome yet it was a visit of a political nature.
Like mother and grandmother before her, the gardens were a place of solitude and reflection. They had been added to and changed over the years. Drusilla having made her own additions, and listened to both her and Rutiliana (Flavia's Caesaris') thoughts. She was seated, with a piece of parchment in her hand and in the background was her faithful body slave, Volusa. Along with Cynane, her former gladiatrix and Decimus, her favourite Praetorian who guarded her. When he approached her servant alerted her to give her time to rise. The parchment was rolled back up once more. The princess smiled politely and rose to her feet elegantly. She took note of his proper Senatorial attire, it was more formal than she thought he would have been wearing to the social visit.
She had been about to answer his greeting when he took her hand and kissed it gently. Claudia's chin was raised to look at him. Her clothing was made out of silk, her hair curled and flowed down her back. Her eyebrows narrowed in irritation at the gesture before her polite smile returned. "Praetor, thank you for coming to visit me and I hope we may work together once more for the benefit of the Empire. And," Her lips lifted, "Rest assured, I will offer you my hand to kiss in the future." Claudia answered politely, and with a slight warning concerning the boldness of his gesture.
@The Young Pope
Too Few Blues

November 15, 2019

She noticed the surprise on his face when she mentioned the breed of horse. Horse riding was not feminine by any means. But... even moreso to have one typically bred for the purpose of war. Claudia's face brightened at the mention that Manius had something that could potentially help with that. Training or possibly something that would be helpful would be wise. Claudia knew what a bit was, however, she had no education about the different kinds of bits and what different role they played. The princess expected good service from the client and yet had the decency to be gracious about it. "Thank you, you are most kind, Manius." She answered him politely. In the familial manner that she had been invited to previously.
Claudia looked at the silver bar that had been placed in Manius' hand. She assumed that this must be one of the bits he had been talking about. She stepped closely and looked, her fingertip moved along it and jingled the bells on the sides. When Manius continued to speak she withdrew her finger and listened to him. It made sense. Gentle hands were vital for riding well, and it had taken her time to develop her hands. Claudia took it gently and smiled in gratitude before she handed it to one of the servants who had accompanied her. "Thank you, Manius. I hope this will aid us. He is a good horse just.... willful." Claudia added.
More training could be effective, and listened to what he said concerning the breeding stock currently available. Still, plenty of possibilities. Claudia smiled and while she loved horses. The aroma of the stables was her least favourite part it. Her smile became strained, still she nodded and lifted her skirts once more to avoid getting it caught in any of the excrement or urine from the horses. A princess had to long learn how to disguise her true feelings, and at the moment, she slipped.
"Of course, lead the way," She answered, the servant and praetorian guard made ready to follow her. Security was always vital.
@Polarity