Cornelia Scipionis

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  Natalie Dormer

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1. 

   Divinity in Motion

   June 20

   Whatever had lured her that day to the Forum was unknown to Cornelia even as she stepped from her litter, Venusiana following her from it a few moments later. The duo making their way into the heart of the crowd, the unknown didn't surprise her. There never was a way to tell one what the Fates had in store for them on any day living in the bustling city. Perhaps the gods where leading her towards the temple? Not that she needed to give her thanks to Vesta at the moment, though her home was a happy one. She felt her lover's hand on her elbow, leaning into hear a whispering of words meant only for her and she nodded to Venusiana who told her she would see her shortly. And she watched her lover walk away and become engulf in the crowd. A playful smile playing on her lips as she finally lost sight of the raven-haired beauty and she went back to her own strolling. 
   Somewhere in her lazy walking she felt eyes on her and she quickly glanced around, her curiosity peaked. It had been some time since she felt someone stare her down in such intensity. And it sent a shiver of excitement down her spine as she searched for her 'hawk'. Her eyes finally landing on a man across the way. He was handsome, easy on the eyes, and she had been anyone else besides who she was she would have been blushing red at the way he looked at her. She knew that hunger. Then, she recognized him and she was mentally transported to nearly 15 years ago. When the man was a gladiator and she was younger and unwed, newly returned to Rome after the disgrace her eldest brother had left upon them. Lusting after the gladiators that entertained the city. 
   And Lexus had been Mars or Hercules incarnate. There was a time when she would have done anything to escape her family's expectations to have her way with such a specimen. Though, now,  if she could ... the thought pulled her out of her memories and she sent a flirty little smirk his way and gave him a wink then moved towards a more secluded part of the forum. Casting him one last glance as an open invitation to follow her if he wanted to. Maybe some place less busy would allow them to share more than just a few stolen glances. 
   @Atrice
   
2. 

   It's The End ...

   June 19

   30 6 75 | @Gothic
   The year had not been kind to Cornelia in the recent months. The death of her cousin, chiseling off yet another member of her generation of the Cornelii, had been taken more harshly than she had expected it to. She hadn't been close to her Scipii cousins, not in the way she was with her  aunt's children, but still it gutted her. So she had begun her plans to migrate south during the summer, to go their seaside villa down in Naples and bring some people from the eternal city with her. Plans that were set for mid July, her beloved doves in agreement with her that it was needed. 
   However it seemed the gods had other ideas for her. 
   The trembles had been felt by all in the week ahead. It was nothing unusual, often time the gods rumbled and grumbled for their mortal entertainment to remember that something more powerful existed. Yet what she woke up to just now wasn't the trembling she had felt in the days leading up to this dark morning. She woke up to shattering, and smacking, Harmonia's sweet sweet voice pulling her out of her sleep. 
   "Whats going on...?" She asked groogily as she came to. "Earthquake, my love." She heard Harmonia's reply to her and that shot her awake. "We have to get out of the building." She said as she shoved her covers off, grabbing her coverup as she ran from the  bedroom, knowing her lover would be behind her.  Down the hall, she could see Carina leading the children out of the rooms, followed by a gaggle of slaves that were kept with the children, but she couldn't see her husband or their Venus. 
   "Cornelia, please." Harmonia's begging pulled her away from her frantic search and she followed her down to the courtyard where everyone was gathering for safety. She scooped her youngest child up as Annthea came barreling into her legs, asking her where pater was at, "I don't know baby, I'm sure he'll be here in a moment." 
   
3. 

   Dear Hearts

   June 14

   These are all freedwomen and lovers of Cornelia and her husband, Quintus.
   They are well take care of and enjoy freedom greatly.
   Not First Comes First Serves. Hit @Gothicand I (@Anna) up on discord.
   Sulpicia Q.L Carina
   
   Age 25 to 30 | Suggested FC: Meryem Uzerli
   Bisexual. Thought to be German. A more recent purchase, bought at first to be a wetnurse for Sulpicia Annthea when Cornelia was healing from the difficult birth. While lacking Venusiana's wit and Harmonia's musical talents, Carina is a kind and thoughtful young woman. One who easily wooed her mistress and master into their affections. She's a second mother to the children and prefers to stay at home instead of venturing out like the others. 
    
   Sulpicia Q.L Harmonia
   
   Age: 30 to 35 | Suggested FC: Brooke Harman
   Lesbian. Greek. Simply stunning. Not to mention kind and humble. Unexpecting and uses that to her advantage should the need arise. Came to Quintus and Cornelia as a gift from Cornelia's late aunt, a skilled musician and singer. Later freed like Venusiana. Lives with her former master and mistress still, enjoys their company and affections, however is the one that does the most with her freedom.
   Sulpicia Q.L Venusiana 
   
   Age: 35 to 40 | Suggested FC: Melike İpek Yalova
   Bisexual. Origins unknown. The eldest of the three and the first to be freed. Intelligent, beautiful, devoted to her former Mistress.  Cunning to boot, with ties to the Lovers of Eris. Was once the body slave to Cornelia but after the two of them, and later on Quintus, became lovers - she was freed upon Cornelia's request. She lives with the family, still, often sharing Cornelia's bed, with or without Quintus. 
   
4. 

   Cake By The Sea

   June 14

   mid july 75 | naples 
   The summer's heat was smothering in the city, which was still cleaning up from the earthquake, prompting Cornelia about mid July to plan to progress down the coast to Naples on a hired ship, desperate for a reprieve.  To get away for a month or two before life would start up once more for them in the heart of the empire. So invitations were sent to her brother and Quintus' siblings, a long with some others randomly sent out to random people. She didn't care whose hands they landed in. An offer to follow their household south, to breezier and sandier pastures. Then they had made the trek to the port city of Ostia and then made their way southwards via ship. 
   Now, a few days after they arrived to their villa, Cornelia left her children's room leaving them with their ever watchful nanny. The villa was largely empty at the moment, slaves only exiting the kitchens to head out to the beach that stretched out from their property to the sea. The evening tide kissing the shore. Cushions and blankets and low laying tables had been set up and about the large area. Torches were being lit and should it be needed a large bonfire was prepared to be lit the darker it got. The things she noticed as she stood at the columns that looked out over the area that was being prepared. 
   She wasn't dressed at all the way she would be in the city, instead dressed down. Her loose curls hanging to her waist with only a gold broach fashioned as a hair accessory pulling some of it back to keep it from falling into her face. Even the dress she wore was simple. White bellowy silk that both danced in the breeze and clung to her figure as she stood there, sheer enough for anyone to see what Venus had graced her with in the right light. A goddess overlooking her play ground.
   A smile playing at her lips as she looked over the view and out into the horizon, the sun was setting casting its amber haze on the world. She heard someone approach her from the side and she turned and smiled, "Shall we go down then?" 
   
5. 

   Red, white and blue - and green

   December 14, 2019

   The Races were something Cornelia seldom came to, she much preferred the Gladiatorial games more, and to be honest if hadn't been for her eldest that, she wouldn't have.    But Minor wanted to come, he had caught wind of the new driver for the Blues and wanted to see him. Betting what little allowance his mother had allowed him to use that day. Gambling was a habit she had not wanted her children to start  - yet.    Cornelia could be called many things by those who knew her, and had experienced her more unpleasant traits first hand, but she could never be called a mother whose attention was absent from her children.    She kept close eyes on her son, seated a few rows down from her, and she was thankful the stadium was sparsely packed that day. And thus, as a voice drew her attention away from her son, it came to no surprise to her that a friend of her husband would find her.    "Aulus, it is good to see you" She replied, a charming smile coming to her face as she shifted to allow him more room to comfortably sit.    "You should be congratulating my son on that, he's the one that was certain of our victor. Personally I was for the whites but he was the one that placed the bets." She said with a merry laugh.    @Sharpie
6. 

   The gif game

   November 17, 2019
7. 

   Husband and wife.

   November 13, 2019

   Cornelia was no stranger to her husband's lack of skills when it came to tailoring. But that knowledge was needed neither for the admiration of the finery she and their beloved wore, nor the removal of said finery. The latter of which, he was aptly skilled at, if you went by their brood of children and the fact that they weren't exactly shy about the sexual side of their relationship. While, Cornelia was certain, most couples in Rome viewed sex as merely a tool of continuing the family, she was never one to deny herself something that brought her pleasure.    "I'll figure it out, you can have your fun later when the dresses are made and upon her." She said, a twinkle in her eyes as they were delivered wine, the promise of food coming soon, she had hoped. And she took the offered goblet once it was poured and handed to her. "I had also thought of jewelry, but it is close to her birthday to have anything made to match what she already has. I suppose I could talk to one of the merchants though to see what they have ready made." She continued the conversation almost absent of mind as she sipped at her wine.    "Of course on the subject of such occasions, we should perhaps discuss what we should plan for the children's. Minor's will be here before we know it." Rufiana would be ten this year, their eldest son a strapping 14. It unnerved her that her children were growing up. The boys, she knew would follow in the footsteps of their father and other male relatives. She was prepared for them to grow and join the ranks of military and senate. Her girls, however, she knew were borrowed time. Her time was limited to teach them of men and the ways of the world, of how they can be of use, politically, to their husbands.    And yet, she felt dread when she realized her eldest daughter, her longed for girl, would soon be of marriage age. She would lose her far sooner than she had ever expected.    @Gothic
8. 

   Husband and wife.

   July 31, 2019

   Cornelia prided herself in the marriage that she had found herself in many years ago. It was happy, healthy. Sound. Filled with the laughter of their brood. She had done her job as his wife and done it well. a bit too well. Four children in a span of a decade, without a miscarriage between them. They had two strapping boys that would carry on their father's legacy in the future, and two daughters that would bring them new connections and family bonds. Daughters that would one day be their mother made over.    There was also their beloved Venusiana to consider.  Cornelia had made an oath to her husband that no other man would find his way up her tunica, women however had been another thing all together. The three of them became tightly bound to each other, but there was still moments when Cornelia needed to be with her husband, moments that didn't include their lover. So as their stroll through the Liviae found their conversation turning to the subject of Venusiana, she secretly cut him a glare from the corner of her eyes.    "She has made hints of new silks for her attire, I figured we would find some rich blues and reds for her, along with matching wool." She said, mirth masking her flash of jealousy. She pulled her fine woolen shawl around her shoulders tighter as they came to sit in a quiet location. The order of wine and food was made clear and she watched as the young slave scurry away towards the vendors. "I do hope this one does a better job at picking out the wine. The last time I was here, the wine was not a sweet as it should have been." She commented softly.
9. 

   Cornelia Scipionis

   December 26, 2018

   Cornelia Scipionis
   35 | 27 October 37 | Senatore | The Viperess of Rome | Bisexual | Canon | Natalie Dormer
    
   
    
   Personality.
   The youngest of her immediate family, Cornelia was often indulged and spoiled as a child by those who raised and nurtured her. Her father, guilty for her mother's death, gave into her every demand and her aunt, seeking another daughter to teach, held her at her bosom as tightly as she would her own. It did no good for the woman's personality growing up and to be honest, age did not temper it. It only refined it. At the surface of the woman known as Cornelia Scipionis, one would find friend or foe, depending on what they were seeking. To the foe, she is callous and cold, waiting to strike at one's moment of weakness or distraction. A hidden snake in the grass. A game of latrunculi, if you would, played against an opponent so adept that either you lose, or you go down with her if she must take the sacrifice. To the friend; never would there be a more loyal comrade to be found. 
   
   Far more passionate than she is romantic, Cornelia however remained somewhat loyal to the man she married. Intellectual affairs aside, she stuck to only having the occasional female lover, vowing to her husband that she would never take another male into her bed. And yet, she cares deeply for him, despite it all. Companionship grew to friendship and she would dare say, waking up to him holding their youngest daughter, she knew then she had finally fallen in love with him. Her mind and eyes wander less since her aunt died, having finally learned to use the shoulders and arms offered by her husband as her strength. He and their children alone see the softer, more fragile side of the woman. 
   
   The last decade has seen Cornelia soften in her once bitterness towards certain members of her family. Less incline to blame her father and eldest brother for their shortcomings in regards to the family, she learned to embrace what they did instead. Her father was a great warrior, her brother a skilled politician; in turn she vowed to herself to teach her children both sides of each coin. The death of her Aunt damn near shattered her heart, and perhaps that was the reason she slowly began to forgive two men for leaving the rest of them in the place they hold in the world. She is softer in her tongue and more giving in her affection, her children are her life's work. And she would guard them for as long as she could like the venomous serpent Annthea had nurtured. 
    
   Appearance
   Standing in at just a few centimeters under 5'0", she is of average height for the typical Roman woman. Boasting a slender frame that, thanks to age and motherhood, is not as waifish as it once was in her youth. Her skin is fair in collar, and slightly tans when exposed to long bouts of sunlight. However, due to being that easily burns, she avoids long series of such. Age has not yet taken a firm hold of her beauty, which is more striking than classic. A triangular face has helped her keep her youthful looks for far much longer than she had anticipated. However, if one was to look closely at the rich brown hair that falls to her waist in gentle waves, one would notice that a few strands of gray has begun to work their way in. Her most alluring features would be her eyes, as her Quintus would say, and they are very pale and the color of a clear summer sky, all according to the man she married. 
   
   Her makeup varies on the occasion, and yet she is never without it. It is not that her complexion is bad, it's actually quite clear and without many visible blemishes. And only when she is in full laughter do the laughlines begin to show. However, it is her vanity that demands it. As one could possibly tell, she is a vain creature. The makeup however, is lighter during the day, opting often for a more natural look while becoming a bit more vampish in the evening time, especially if society comes to call. Her jewelry varies as well, simple when in more relaxed company to elaborate when the occasion calls for it. 
   
   When it comes to fashion, it all depends on where Cornelia is at along with the level of comfort she is in. At home, she dresses down into simple tunicas or chitons and paired with a palla; all made of fine, soft cloth for comfort and in an array of colors that compliment her complexion. Beyond her home, she submits to tradition, favoring the whites that became so popular thanks to Livia during the time of the Augustus. While a stola is seldom present at home with just her husband and children, she wears it with pride as a married woman. On some occasions she does done one that is vibrant blue or scarlet. Elegant sandals and sikyonia embas adorn her feet whenever she goes out and about the city, either to visit family or just outings. While at home, she goes either barefooted or pads around in slippers depending on the weather at the time.
    
   Family
   
   FATHER:
   Appius Cornelius Scipio Germanicus {deceased} {d. 48}
   MOTHER:
   Tullia Lucilla {deceased} {d. 40}
   SIBLINGS:
   Lucius Cornelius Scipio Dacicus {Deceased} {b. 26} {d. 57}
   Cornelia Decima {Alive} {b. 29}
   Appius Cornelius Scipio {Alive} {b. 34}
   SPOUSE:
   Quintus Sulpicius Rufus {b. 32}
   CHILDREN:
   Quintus Sulpicius Rufus Minor {b. 60}
   Appius Sulpicius Rufus {b. 62}
   Sulpicia Rufiana {b. 64}
   Sulpicia Annthea {b. 68}
   EXTENDED FAMILY:
   Horatia Pulvilla {b. 41} {Sister in Law} {Alive}
   Appius Cornelius Scipio Minor {b. 60} {Nephew} {Alive} 
   Gnaeus Cornelius Scipio {b. 60} {Nephew} {Alive} 
   Cornelia Appia {b. 64} {Neice} {Alive} 
   Lucius Cornelius Scipio {b. 67} {Nephew} {Alive}
   
   Vibius Licinius Nerva {Former Brother in Law} {Deceased}
   Lucan Nicodemus Victorianus {Brother in Law} {Deceased}
   Vibius Nicodemus Victorianus Licinianus - {b.53} {d.62} {Nephew} {Deceased} 
   Licinia Aureliana - {b. 54} {Neice} {Alive} 
   Lucian Nicodemus Victorianus {b. 58} {Nephew} {Alive}
   Nicodema Victoria {b. 61} {Niece} {Alive}
   
   Marcus Cornelius Scipio Minor {uncle} {deceased}
   Marcus Cornelius Scipio Octavianus {cousin} {d. 63} {deceased}
   Marcus Cornelius Scipio Denter {b. 35} {cousin} {alive}
   Cornelia Aemillia {b. 40} {cousin} {alive}
   
   Lucius Cornelius Scipio {uncle} {deceased}
   Cornelia Julilla {b. 19} {cousin} {alive}
   Publius Cornelius Scipio Orvitus {b. 40} {cousin} {alive}
   
   The Flavi Alexandri
   Paternal cousins through father's sister Cornelia Annthea
   The Sulpicii Rufi
   In-laws and other relations through her husband
   OTHER: Her and Quintus' doves | wanted ad here | other household slaves
    
   History
   The youngest living child of Appius Scipio and his wife, Cornelia was doomed to grow up without her parents. The pregnancy along with her birth was an exceptionally hard one her mother, causing the matriarch to go into confinement for the second half of her pregnancy due to nearly miscarrying her in the fifth month. Tullia had often wondered if her youngest child was meant to be the death of her. Her death would come three years later, but it was not Cornelia's coming that did her in, but another's. A younger sibling who went still in the womb and became septic. Her mother passed, refusing the treatment without a soul at her side other than her personal slave. Leaving nothing for the youngest of her children to remember her by. 
   
   As such, her father did the only thing he could do to compromise the youngest of his children; give into her every whim. For her it was scholarly things, endless trips across Rome to her favored aunt's To even staying with her from time to time. Needless to say, she was spoiled for the first decade of her life by the man who had helped create her, only for the sheer reason he had no clue what to do with a young daughter. Sons? That was an easier job to figure out. But soon the realism of the world would come breaking through the childhood illusion that nothing and no one could hurt her pater. The year of 48 AD, she would never quite remember the month her father left them, but news spread widely that Appius Germanicus was assassinated on the Senate floor. 
   
   Having gone to foil a plot against Caesar, and to name the names the conspirators. However, she would remember her brother coming home caked in the dried blood of their father, his own face white with shock as his body shook with grief. Much to the horror of her aunts and the servants at the sight of him. She only started calmly as the rest of the family around her fell into mourning. Instead she clung to her favorite aunt, and in turn went home with Annthea after the funeral ritual and rights were completed. With Appius going with them. The matriarch of the Flavi Alexandri claiming that Decima was too young and too new into her marriage to care for her younger siblings. That Lucius was too deep in shock of what he had witness.
   The years following was spent at her aunt's bosom, as the woman nurtured the young girl and molded her into a shape that befitted Annthea. With that came even more schooling, more precise than before as she grew alongside her brother and the younger sons of her aunt's brood. Which pleased the young Cornelia greatly. Having always been the avid young scholar. Philosophy and politics intrigued her. Even if they weren't the proper lessons for a young noble lady. Between ages of fourteen and sixteen years, the young woman would unknowingly lose two betrothals. The first to illness and the second to falling outs between the family of her intended and her uncle. Annthea would take the matter of her niece's future husband out of her brother's hands and into her own while allowing the girl to continue with her learnings. With her brother, Lucius, on top of the world; Cornelia and Appius' whims were also given into by their eldest brother. 
   
   The two younger siblings desiring to spend a year abroad. Well, more like an aggravated aunt tired the lovesick fool of a brother that had become her dear Appius. It was also to spare of the tensions that had grown between their eldest cousin and their eldest brother for years. It was an action for the best. While they roamed the expanse of the Empire, one villa after another, they remained clueless to what was happening in Rome. Only receiving news of Lucius betrayal and suicide. Cornelia hated him for his failure, spat upon his memory and of the mess he made of their name. Lucius had dishonored their father, she would say to Appius, hushed whispers over goblets of wine in the early mornings. Pacts made between the two siblings that never again would they be in such a place. They returned the following year, still tainted by the blemished Lucius had caused, but they had their own duties to fulfill.
   In the fall of 59, she saw herself get married, where father and uncle had failed, her aunt had succeeded in securing her a good match, and unlike her sister, she found herself to be happy within it. It wasn't necessarily love, but it was convenient which eventually grew in to a deep friendship and admiration of one another. And in the summer of the following year, she presented her husband with the first of their four children. A boy to be named after him. The calm before the storm, she would later call it. As a child and well into her own adulthood, she was close to her aunt's side of the Scipio offshoots than she was with her uncle, and in September she found herself at her aunt's side as Annthea's only living daughter passed from an unknown illness. And over the following year she watched the world they had come to know slowly crumble under the feet of power hungry men. Marcus Minor failed to see the dawning of 62, Cornelia putting him out his misery in a slow death by poison. 
   
   In the year 62, she was expecting her second child and decided to retreat to the family's villa outside of Rome for fresh air and better weather. Taking with her sister, sister-in-law and most of their children. Decima's eldest son, Vibius, deciding to stay in Rome with his adoptive father, having outgrown both the desire and need to be at his mother's bosom, his male cousins much too small to play with still. The news came on the eve of her second child's birth of the purging that Clemens had ordered. It was not the news of the purge that shook her and started the painful labor, but of her sister's mournful and horrible wail at the news her husband and eldest child had been caught up in it. Simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time. The birth, while a hard one due to the stressful news, was not her undoing. And she had birthed a healthy, squalling baby boy whom she named for her father and brother, Appius. 
   
   She did not return to Rome right away, only corresponding with her brother, aunt and husband as secretly as possible. And while she had longed for them to be safe at the villa with her and her sisters', she knew their places were with her cousin, Quintus in the east. And hers was to keep herself and her boys safe until she could return to Rome and hopefully be reunited with her husband. When stability finally grabbed hold to the empire, upon the news of her cousin's ascension to the purple, she returned to Rome. Not unlike so many others, celebrating that the tyrant was dead and now they could focus on the dawning of a new era. And she, to aid her grieving sister in picking up the pieces of Decima's now shattered life. In 64, she birthed her third child, this time her much longed for daughter, Rufiana. But unlike the birth of the first two, her Decima was not at her side. The living eldest of the siblings choosing to live beyond the city of a time. 
   
   The years between the birth of her third child and 67 were uneventful in the life of Cornelia. And in the normalcy settled into socialite lifestyle she had always lead before the turmoil that marred the early years of the decade. An Augusta had been found and as Rome rejoiced, her dear aunt began to weaken. Suffering illness after illness over the months, and willingly Cornelia abandoned her intrigue and webs to become Annthea's most attentive caregiver. The ailing woman would not live long enough to see her newest grandchild into the world, and in her death came a crack in the exterior of Cornelia's shell. A venerable wound that would never heal quite as well as she would have hoped. And in the weeks after she would find herself pregnant with the last of her brood. A little girl, named Annthea once certain she would and her mother would live, whose birth threatened to take the both of them into the afterlife. 
   
   The call of intrigue, however, did not stay silent for long, and she eased herself back into society once she was healed and rejuvenated from her last pregnancy. Her sister, Decima, ever a constant shadow as the elder sister played the role of merry widow almost too well. Integrating herself into the entourage of the new Augusta. 
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1. 

   It's The End ...

   Started by Anna · June 19

   30 6 75 | @Gothic
   The year had not been kind to Cornelia in the recent months. The death of her cousin, chiseling off yet another member of her generation of the Cornelii, had been taken more harshly than she had expected it to. She hadn't been close to her Scipii cousins, not in the way she was with her  aunt's children, but still it gutted her. So she had begun her plans to migrate south during the summer, to go their seaside villa down in Naples and bring some people from the eternal city with her. Plans that were set for mid July, her beloved doves in agreement with her that it was needed. 
   However it seemed the gods had other ideas for her. 
   The trembles had been felt by all in the week ahead. It was nothing unusual, often time the gods rumbled and grumbled for their mortal entertainment to remember that something more powerful existed. Yet what she woke up to just now wasn't the trembling she had felt in the days leading up to this dark morning. She woke up to shattering, and smacking, Harmonia's sweet sweet voice pulling her out of her sleep. 
   "Whats going on...?" She asked groogily as she came to. "Earthquake, my love." She heard Harmonia's reply to her and that shot her awake. "We have to get out of the building." She said as she shoved her covers off, grabbing her coverup as she ran from the  bedroom, knowing her lover would be behind her.  Down the hall, she could see Carina leading the children out of the rooms, followed by a gaggle of slaves that were kept with the children, but she couldn't see her husband or their Venus. 
   "Cornelia, please." Harmonia's begging pulled her away from her frantic search and she followed her down to the courtyard where everyone was gathering for safety. She scooped her youngest child up as Annthea came barreling into her legs, asking her where pater was at, "I don't know baby, I'm sure he'll be here in a moment." 
   
2. 

   Dear Hearts

   Started by Anna · June 14

   These are all freedwomen and lovers of Cornelia and her husband, Quintus.
   They are well take care of and enjoy freedom greatly.
   Not First Comes First Serves. Hit @Gothicand I (@Anna) up on discord.
   Sulpicia Q.L Carina
   
   Age 25 to 30 | Suggested FC: Meryem Uzerli
   Bisexual. Thought to be German. A more recent purchase, bought at first to be a wetnurse for Sulpicia Annthea when Cornelia was healing from the difficult birth. While lacking Venusiana's wit and Harmonia's musical talents, Carina is a kind and thoughtful young woman. One who easily wooed her mistress and master into their affections. She's a second mother to the children and prefers to stay at home instead of venturing out like the others. 
    
   Sulpicia Q.L Harmonia
   
   Age: 30 to 35 | Suggested FC: Brooke Harman
   Lesbian. Greek. Simply stunning. Not to mention kind and humble. Unexpecting and uses that to her advantage should the need arise. Came to Quintus and Cornelia as a gift from Cornelia's late aunt, a skilled musician and singer. Later freed like Venusiana. Lives with her former master and mistress still, enjoys their company and affections, however is the one that does the most with her freedom.
   Sulpicia Q.L Venusiana 
   
   Age: 35 to 40 | Suggested FC: Melike İpek Yalova
   Bisexual. Origins unknown. The eldest of the three and the first to be freed. Intelligent, beautiful, devoted to her former Mistress.  Cunning to boot, with ties to the Lovers of Eris. Was once the body slave to Cornelia but after the two of them, and later on Quintus, became lovers - she was freed upon Cornelia's request. She lives with the family, still, often sharing Cornelia's bed, with or without Quintus. 
   
3. 

   Divinity in Motion

   Started by Atrice · June 14

   He hadn’t been entirely happy when another slave of Oriana’s household came to share with him the news… of his job and his home. He’d lived with Oriana for almost a year now; he had his own chamber, but often slept in hers. He had a roof over his head, food on the table, proper clothes and coin in his purse. And a most gorgeous woman any night she’d have him. But now suddenly, it wasn’t going to be like that anymore. Maybe her father heard gossip about them? It was impossible to say. But she wasn’t at home the day he and Lexus moved out and he hadn’t seen her since.
   At first, he’d been sad. He could not pretend he’d not felt something for her. He’d been so infatuated with her and she with him and it was stupid, because it was doomed. She was far above his rank, he was a freedman and former gladiator and she a noble woman. And she would marry for money and luxury, to the right man who would have her. Meanwhile Alexius would be left to watch that. And meanwhile she didn’t want him to sleep around… which was a promise he could not keep! Annis had however been the first - with her he broke the silent pact between him and Oriana and from there, it went fast. If Oriana wasn’t at home, he’d find someone else. He had to. He couldn’t stop.
   So yes, he’d been sad when he had to move out and leave Oriana behind. He’d been sad until that very same evening and then he went out for a drink or ten. And then he met someone and didn’t feel guilty about taking them to his bed. And honestly, it felt good to not feel guilty!
   Now it was a few weeks after and Alexius was feeling rather good about himself. He didn’t have a steady job though and he needed that. So off he went today, to the Forum Romanum, to see if anyone here could use a bodyguard or something like it. And while he sat there now, on a marble bench, wondering whom to approach, a litter stopped more or less in front of the bench and the most stunning woman stepped out of it. Gods she was… divine! Maybe she could use a bodyguard… or something like it?
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4. 

   Cake By The Sea

   Started by Anna · June 14

   mid july 75 | naples 
   The summer's heat was smothering in the city, which was still cleaning up from the earthquake, prompting Cornelia about mid July to plan to progress down the coast to Naples on a hired ship, desperate for a reprieve.  To get away for a month or two before life would start up once more for them in the heart of the empire. So invitations were sent to her brother and Quintus' siblings, a long with some others randomly sent out to random people. She didn't care whose hands they landed in. An offer to follow their household south, to breezier and sandier pastures. Then they had made the trek to the port city of Ostia and then made their way southwards via ship. 
   Now, a few days after they arrived to their villa, Cornelia left her children's room leaving them with their ever watchful nanny. The villa was largely empty at the moment, slaves only exiting the kitchens to head out to the beach that stretched out from their property to the sea. The evening tide kissing the shore. Cushions and blankets and low laying tables had been set up and about the large area. Torches were being lit and should it be needed a large bonfire was prepared to be lit the darker it got. The things she noticed as she stood at the columns that looked out over the area that was being prepared. 
   She wasn't dressed at all the way she would be in the city, instead dressed down. Her loose curls hanging to her waist with only a gold broach fashioned as a hair accessory pulling some of it back to keep it from falling into her face. Even the dress she wore was simple. White bellowy silk that both danced in the breeze and clung to her figure as she stood there, sheer enough for anyone to see what Venus had graced her with in the right light. A goddess overlooking her play ground.
   A smile playing at her lips as she looked over the view and out into the horizon, the sun was setting casting its amber haze on the world. She heard someone approach her from the side and she turned and smiled, "Shall we go down then?" 
   
5. 

   The gif game

   Started by Gothic · October 7, 2019

   Basically reply with your character responding to the one above with a gif of their reaction to the person above. 
    
   
   
6. 

   Red, white and blue - and green

   Started by Sharpie · September 15, 2019

   May 75AD Circus Maximus
   Aulus had changed seats after his conversation with Gaius Fabius Maximus had come to an end, and found himself sitting next to a woman he recognised as belonging to gens Cornelia - one of the Scipinones branch, he thought. More importantly, though, she was the wife of Quintus Sulpicius Rufus, whose brother had ended up joining him on his flight from Italy a decade earlier.
   "Good morning," he said to her, being polite. He had moved to sit by her; it would be unforgivably rude to ignore her, especially as she was related to friends of his. "I see you seem to have been lucky in your betting so far - pity about the Reds' shipwreck earlier."
   It had been rather a spectacular crash, with the Blues' driver pulling ahead and cutting in on him, forcing him into the spina which rand down the middle of the Circus, forming the centre of the oval race-track.
   He had bet on the Whites, who had come in second after the triumphant Blues, a team he did not think anyone had really expected to win that race, the driver being a new man and therefore an unknown quantity.
    
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7. 

   Husband and wife.

   Started by Gothic · March 12, 2019

   Jan 74CE.
   He walked alongside his beautiful wife, Cornelia, a woman who had given him considerable connections and many healthy children. Through her, he found his other beloved, Venusiana and together they made a happy trinity. Behind them were slaves, attendants and other notables. The porticus liviae remained one of the primary locations to be seen in Rome, a place where the wealthy and the powerful would gather to relax and dine. Occasionally, they would be approached by people wishing to use the family connections to aid their careers. Quintus, for the time being, waved them off. 
   "My dear," He said, patted Cornelia's hand as it rested on his forearm with affection and smiled at her. "Venusiana's birthday approaches, what should we get for her?" Quintus asked, it was not entirely Roman, and each of them were an equal part of the relationship. He did not have a mind for clothing nor the fashionable styles, unless, he was noticing that a woman was comely in appearance. He paused near the available seats and gestured for her to sit down, servants remained close in case they ever desired anything and he smiled at her. 
   The pain of the civil war, and the separation from them still remained close to his heart. 
   "Wine and food!" He said to one of the household slaves, who went off to deal with one of the local vendors. There was something about the food of the temple. 
   The local area was filled with gardens, small libraries, temples and more. All places he would take Cornelia during their quiet time together.
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8. 

   Cornelia Scipionis

   Started by Anna · December 26, 2018

   Cornelia Scipionis
   35 | 27 October 37 | Senatore | The Viperess of Rome | Bisexual | Canon | Natalie Dormer
    
   
    
   Personality.
   The youngest of her immediate family, Cornelia was often indulged and spoiled as a child by those who raised and nurtured her. Her father, guilty for her mother's death, gave into her every demand and her aunt, seeking another daughter to teach, held her at her bosom as tightly as she would her own. It did no good for the woman's personality growing up and to be honest, age did not temper it. It only refined it. At the surface of the woman known as Cornelia Scipionis, one would find friend or foe, depending on what they were seeking. To the foe, she is callous and cold, waiting to strike at one's moment of weakness or distraction. A hidden snake in the grass. A game of latrunculi, if you would, played against an opponent so adept that either you lose, or you go down with her if she must take the sacrifice. To the friend; never would there be a more loyal comrade to be found. 
   
   Far more passionate than she is romantic, Cornelia however remained somewhat loyal to the man she married. Intellectual affairs aside, she stuck to only having the occasional female lover, vowing to her husband that she would never take another male into her bed. And yet, she cares deeply for him, despite it all. Companionship grew to friendship and she would dare say, waking up to him holding their youngest daughter, she knew then she had finally fallen in love with him. Her mind and eyes wander less since her aunt died, having finally learned to use the shoulders and arms offered by her husband as her strength. He and their children alone see the softer, more fragile side of the woman. 
   
   The last decade has seen Cornelia soften in her once bitterness towards certain members of her family. Less incline to blame her father and eldest brother for their shortcomings in regards to the family, she learned to embrace what they did instead. Her father was a great warrior, her brother a skilled politician; in turn she vowed to herself to teach her children both sides of each coin. The death of her Aunt damn near shattered her heart, and perhaps that was the reason she slowly began to forgive two men for leaving the rest of them in the place they hold in the world. She is softer in her tongue and more giving in her affection, her children are her life's work. And she would guard them for as long as she could like the venomous serpent Annthea had nurtured. 
    
   Appearance
   Standing in at just a few centimeters under 5'0", she is of average height for the typical Roman woman. Boasting a slender frame that, thanks to age and motherhood, is not as waifish as it once was in her youth. Her skin is fair in collar, and slightly tans when exposed to long bouts of sunlight. However, due to being that easily burns, she avoids long series of such. Age has not yet taken a firm hold of her beauty, which is more striking than classic. A triangular face has helped her keep her youthful looks for far much longer than she had anticipated. However, if one was to look closely at the rich brown hair that falls to her waist in gentle waves, one would notice that a few strands of gray has begun to work their way in. Her most alluring features would be her eyes, as her Quintus would say, and they are very pale and the color of a clear summer sky, all according to the man she married. 
   
   Her makeup varies on the occasion, and yet she is never without it. It is not that her complexion is bad, it's actually quite clear and without many visible blemishes. And only when she is in full laughter do the laughlines begin to show. However, it is her vanity that demands it. As one could possibly tell, she is a vain creature. The makeup however, is lighter during the day, opting often for a more natural look while becoming a bit more vampish in the evening time, especially if society comes to call. Her jewelry varies as well, simple when in more relaxed company to elaborate when the occasion calls for it. 
   
   When it comes to fashion, it all depends on where Cornelia is at along with the level of comfort she is in. At home, she dresses down into simple tunicas or chitons and paired with a palla; all made of fine, soft cloth for comfort and in an array of colors that compliment her complexion. Beyond her home, she submits to tradition, favoring the whites that became so popular thanks to Livia during the time of the Augustus. While a stola is seldom present at home with just her husband and children, she wears it with pride as a married woman. On some occasions she does done one that is vibrant blue or scarlet. Elegant sandals and sikyonia embas adorn her feet whenever she goes out and about the city, either to visit family or just outings. While at home, she goes either barefooted or pads around in slippers depending on the weather at the time.
    
   Family
   
   FATHER:
   Appius Cornelius Scipio Germanicus {deceased} {d. 48}
   MOTHER:
   Tullia Lucilla {deceased} {d. 40}
   SIBLINGS:
   Lucius Cornelius Scipio Dacicus {Deceased} {b. 26} {d. 57}
   Cornelia Decima {Alive} {b. 29}
   Appius Cornelius Scipio {Alive} {b. 34}
   SPOUSE:
   Quintus Sulpicius Rufus {b. 32}
   CHILDREN:
   Quintus Sulpicius Rufus Minor {b. 60}
   Appius Sulpicius Rufus {b. 62}
   Sulpicia Rufiana {b. 64}
   Sulpicia Annthea {b. 68}
   EXTENDED FAMILY:
   Horatia Pulvilla {b. 41} {Sister in Law} {Alive}
   Appius Cornelius Scipio Minor {b. 60} {Nephew} {Alive} 
   Gnaeus Cornelius Scipio {b. 60} {Nephew} {Alive} 
   Cornelia Appia {b. 64} {Neice} {Alive} 
   Lucius Cornelius Scipio {b. 67} {Nephew} {Alive}
   
   Vibius Licinius Nerva {Former Brother in Law} {Deceased}
   Lucan Nicodemus Victorianus {Brother in Law} {Deceased}
   Vibius Nicodemus Victorianus Licinianus - {b.53} {d.62} {Nephew} {Deceased} 
   Licinia Aureliana - {b. 54} {Neice} {Alive} 
   Lucian Nicodemus Victorianus {b. 58} {Nephew} {Alive}
   Nicodema Victoria {b. 61} {Niece} {Alive}
   
   Marcus Cornelius Scipio Minor {uncle} {deceased}
   Marcus Cornelius Scipio Octavianus {cousin} {d. 63} {deceased}
   Marcus Cornelius Scipio Denter {b. 35} {cousin} {alive}
   Cornelia Aemillia {b. 40} {cousin} {alive}
   
   Lucius Cornelius Scipio {uncle} {deceased}
   Cornelia Julilla {b. 19} {cousin} {alive}
   Publius Cornelius Scipio Orvitus {b. 40} {cousin} {alive}
   
   The Flavi Alexandri
   Paternal cousins through father's sister Cornelia Annthea
   The Sulpicii Rufi
   In-laws and other relations through her husband
   OTHER: Her and Quintus' doves | wanted ad here | other household slaves
    
   History
   The youngest living child of Appius Scipio and his wife, Cornelia was doomed to grow up without her parents. The pregnancy along with her birth was an exceptionally hard one her mother, causing the matriarch to go into confinement for the second half of her pregnancy due to nearly miscarrying her in the fifth month. Tullia had often wondered if her youngest child was meant to be the death of her. Her death would come three years later, but it was not Cornelia's coming that did her in, but another's. A younger sibling who went still in the womb and became septic. Her mother passed, refusing the treatment without a soul at her side other than her personal slave. Leaving nothing for the youngest of her children to remember her by. 
   
   As such, her father did the only thing he could do to compromise the youngest of his children; give into her every whim. For her it was scholarly things, endless trips across Rome to her favored aunt's To even staying with her from time to time. Needless to say, she was spoiled for the first decade of her life by the man who had helped create her, only for the sheer reason he had no clue what to do with a young daughter. Sons? That was an easier job to figure out. But soon the realism of the world would come breaking through the childhood illusion that nothing and no one could hurt her pater. The year of 48 AD, she would never quite remember the month her father left them, but news spread widely that Appius Germanicus was assassinated on the Senate floor. 
   
   Having gone to foil a plot against Caesar, and to name the names the conspirators. However, she would remember her brother coming home caked in the dried blood of their father, his own face white with shock as his body shook with grief. Much to the horror of her aunts and the servants at the sight of him. She only started calmly as the rest of the family around her fell into mourning. Instead she clung to her favorite aunt, and in turn went home with Annthea after the funeral ritual and rights were completed. With Appius going with them. The matriarch of the Flavi Alexandri claiming that Decima was too young and too new into her marriage to care for her younger siblings. That Lucius was too deep in shock of what he had witness.
   The years following was spent at her aunt's bosom, as the woman nurtured the young girl and molded her into a shape that befitted Annthea. With that came even more schooling, more precise than before as she grew alongside her brother and the younger sons of her aunt's brood. Which pleased the young Cornelia greatly. Having always been the avid young scholar. Philosophy and politics intrigued her. Even if they weren't the proper lessons for a young noble lady. Between ages of fourteen and sixteen years, the young woman would unknowingly lose two betrothals. The first to illness and the second to falling outs between the family of her intended and her uncle. Annthea would take the matter of her niece's future husband out of her brother's hands and into her own while allowing the girl to continue with her learnings. With her brother, Lucius, on top of the world; Cornelia and Appius' whims were also given into by their eldest brother. 
   
   The two younger siblings desiring to spend a year abroad. Well, more like an aggravated aunt tired the lovesick fool of a brother that had become her dear Appius. It was also to spare of the tensions that had grown between their eldest cousin and their eldest brother for years. It was an action for the best. While they roamed the expanse of the Empire, one villa after another, they remained clueless to what was happening in Rome. Only receiving news of Lucius betrayal and suicide. Cornelia hated him for his failure, spat upon his memory and of the mess he made of their name. Lucius had dishonored their father, she would say to Appius, hushed whispers over goblets of wine in the early mornings. Pacts made between the two siblings that never again would they be in such a place. They returned the following year, still tainted by the blemished Lucius had caused, but they had their own duties to fulfill.
   In the fall of 59, she saw herself get married, where father and uncle had failed, her aunt had succeeded in securing her a good match, and unlike her sister, she found herself to be happy within it. It wasn't necessarily love, but it was convenient which eventually grew in to a deep friendship and admiration of one another. And in the summer of the following year, she presented her husband with the first of their four children. A boy to be named after him. The calm before the storm, she would later call it. As a child and well into her own adulthood, she was close to her aunt's side of the Scipio offshoots than she was with her uncle, and in September she found herself at her aunt's side as Annthea's only living daughter passed from an unknown illness. And over the following year she watched the world they had come to know slowly crumble under the feet of power hungry men. Marcus Minor failed to see the dawning of 62, Cornelia putting him out his misery in a slow death by poison. 
   
   In the year 62, she was expecting her second child and decided to retreat to the family's villa outside of Rome for fresh air and better weather. Taking with her sister, sister-in-law and most of their children. Decima's eldest son, Vibius, deciding to stay in Rome with his adoptive father, having outgrown both the desire and need to be at his mother's bosom, his male cousins much too small to play with still. The news came on the eve of her second child's birth of the purging that Clemens had ordered. It was not the news of the purge that shook her and started the painful labor, but of her sister's mournful and horrible wail at the news her husband and eldest child had been caught up in it. Simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time. The birth, while a hard one due to the stressful news, was not her undoing. And she had birthed a healthy, squalling baby boy whom she named for her father and brother, Appius. 
   
   She did not return to Rome right away, only corresponding with her brother, aunt and husband as secretly as possible. And while she had longed for them to be safe at the villa with her and her sisters', she knew their places were with her cousin, Quintus in the east. And hers was to keep herself and her boys safe until she could return to Rome and hopefully be reunited with her husband. When stability finally grabbed hold to the empire, upon the news of her cousin's ascension to the purple, she returned to Rome. Not unlike so many others, celebrating that the tyrant was dead and now they could focus on the dawning of a new era. And she, to aid her grieving sister in picking up the pieces of Decima's now shattered life. In 64, she birthed her third child, this time her much longed for daughter, Rufiana. But unlike the birth of the first two, her Decima was not at her side. The living eldest of the siblings choosing to live beyond the city of a time. 
   
   The years between the birth of her third child and 67 were uneventful in the life of Cornelia. And in the normalcy settled into socialite lifestyle she had always lead before the turmoil that marred the early years of the decade. An Augusta had been found and as Rome rejoiced, her dear aunt began to weaken. Suffering illness after illness over the months, and willingly Cornelia abandoned her intrigue and webs to become Annthea's most attentive caregiver. The ailing woman would not live long enough to see her newest grandchild into the world, and in her death came a crack in the exterior of Cornelia's shell. A venerable wound that would never heal quite as well as she would have hoped. And in the weeks after she would find herself pregnant with the last of her brood. A little girl, named Annthea once certain she would and her mother would live, whose birth threatened to take the both of them into the afterlife. 
   
   The call of intrigue, however, did not stay silent for long, and she eased herself back into society once she was healed and rejuvenated from her last pregnancy. Her sister, Decima, ever a constant shadow as the elder sister played the role of merry widow almost too well. Integrating herself into the entourage of the new Augusta. 
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