

Wulfric
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Prince of the Chatti
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He knew of course that Charis couldn’t just travel as she pleased and he hoped that didn’t make her feel bad… that she was a slave and she was here and Wulfric came from far away and spoke of travelling more. He didn’t mean to make her feel bad or offend her, but on the other hand, you didn’t always choose your position in life or whom you met. It wasn’t his fault that he was a free man and she was not, after all. It just happened to be like that. Charis’ smile was tight, when she said that one day he might see Britannia. It did sound like an interesting place. Plus it was also interesting to see what the Romans had turned it into; see what Germania could have been, had it not been for Wulfric’s ancestors.
He revealed to her that Rome had tried to invade Germania… and that they had failed, something his tribe and most German tribes were proud of. Charis seemed very surprised to hear that Rome lost. Of course nobody ever spoke of it; it was very likely that Rome was quite embarrassed by the same battle that Germania was so proud of. Of course no Romans spoke loudly of it. They wanted to appear as if they could conquer the world. And the part of the world they didn’t conquer… well, that was perhaps erased from their history.
Charis began to giggle after he shared the name of the general, who led the Roman army. That was amusing to her? That her master was related to someone who lost a battle? Well he was glad he made her laugh, at least. Wulfric liked making people feel good. On the other hand, he suddenly realized, someone might hear.
“You probably should not tell other slaves.” He said, “I do not think it make your Dominus happy. But… I am glad you are amuse.” Wulfric then added with a smile, unaware of just how embarrassed his father was about the family history. He just thought it might make Charis feel better and well, it seemed to do the trick, “Also… nobody ever speak of losing. Nobody like losing. But we like win.” He said, still smiling, thinking about it all, he had his own opinions after all and he knew how he’d like to do things, if he had any power to do it, “I think… land should be more… divided. Between peoples. Not one empire, have it all. I do not think it fair. What do you think?”
@Sara
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Aglaea was a good listener, he thought. Maybe because she’d been a slave for so long and she seemed used to it. He told her about his lands and his people and what it was like, and she smile, said it all sounded appealing and she’d like to see it. He squeezed her hand gently, “Maybe one day you will.” He suggested, she was a slave, it might be a stupid thing to wish for… but he kind of wanted to. He thought his mother would like Aglaea. And maybe she’d actually really like his people and his lands too.
She told him it was possible to buy her freedom, but there would be no place for her in Rome if her master didn’t want to be her patron. Wulfric wanted to say, that then there’d be a place for her among the Chatti. But she had more to say, she said she might not be able to leave her mistress, Livia, because they needed each other. That made him worried.
“I think she need you more, than you need her.” Wulfric replied, “She… you said… she is fine with what happen to you.” He gestured to her stomach, her pregnancy. He hoped he’d not offend her by being so honest, but he liked Aglaea and someone had to say it, “I mean no insult, but… that is not good person, in my belief. Good people… do not let friends be hurt. They help friends.” Livia was not her friend, Wulfric thought. She let Secundus take advantage of Aglaea and now she was fine with having Aglaea carry a child, that they would pretend belonged to the free Romans. That was just not okay. Wulfric didn’t think it was okay, not even a tiny bit.
@Echo
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Charis didn’t appear Roman to him, there was an accent to her voice, the way she spoke the words, but he wasn’t sure if he knew it. That’s why he naturally wondered if she was also from Germania, just a different part. But Charis said she was born in Britannia, although she didn’t know exactly where it was. Just that it took weeks to reach Rome.
“I think Britannia… also North of Germania? But not much? I have never been. This is first place I travel to. Maybe one day, I will see Britannia.” Wulfric mused, he didn’t mind travelling actually, it was interesting to see new places and meet new people. He thought he’d not mind doing it more, but right now, he had things to do in Rome and he kind of wanted to see his mother before travelling to other places. He wanted to tell her that he found his real father.
Silence fell and they both watched Peregrinus play for a moment. She was sweet with her son, Wulfric thought. It must be odd having a child with a man who owned you, but he couldn’t really do much about it. He could admire her son though. His brother. Charis asked about the Chatti people then, wondering about its relation to Rome.
“No, we are not ruled by Rome.” Wulfric said, kind of proudly, “Rome try invade Germania, many years ago. But we fought. Tribes fought together. And we won. My ancestors. You know name of Roman general who die there because we won?” Honestly it was his ancestor too, but it didn’t feel like it. Wulfric felt more Germanian than Roman… the general Varus, who died after the battle he heard about in stories, didn’t feel like it was his relation. Wulfric leaned closer to Charis, “His name was Varus.”
@Sara
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Wulfric arched a brow too, when Charis did, as she claimed Tertius must like him, “Dinner means he likes me? I not sure. He did not seem… happy.” He explained to her and then also tried to tell her that he didn’t want anything from Tertius, he was simply here to meet his family and nothing else. He wasn’t going to stay in Rome forever, that wasn’t his plan anyway. He wanted to go home, maybe next spring, with many experiences and better Latin, so he could communicate better with the Romans at home. So he would be a good guard and diplomat to his king and also if too much death in the family meant he would be king someday.
He tried to explain why he would not stay in Rome and she said she’d felt the same because she also wasn’t from here… but from somewhere colder and less busy, “I think I can tell, from the way you speak. Are you from other tribe in Germania? My tribe is Chatti.” He explained, he wasn’t sure she was from his part of the world though, but she did mention it was colder and less busy, so maybe? It was interesting that his brothers here also weren’t entirely Roman in their origin. Their father was Roman, but their mothers were not.
@Sara
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Wulfric was very much aware of how his sudden presence might interfere with their lives here in Rome. His father had not expected he came. And he had not expected to come here and find out about several siblings, one of them not even a toddler yet… who was apparently also destined to become the next heir. Which was fine with him, honestly! But he knew it would be hard for them to understand. He sensed Charis was not entirely alright with the situation, even if she said she wanted to speak to him, so he asked her how it all made her feel.
She confessed that she was surprised, because she didn’t know Tertius had another son. Wulfric nodded, “He did not know either.” He replied with a small smile, and then she glanced up at him and wondered what Tertius would do. She said it meant a lot to be a first-born and free son in Rome, even if he wasn’t from here.
“I do not know, what he will do. I promise coming tomorrow, for dinner. Then we will talk.” Wulfric explained, “I am not here to demand things. I come to Rome, to meet my father. That was what I want. Know my family in Rome. I do not wish for money or gifts. Just… family.” Wulfric said, he wasn’t sure if she understood, because Tertius hadn’t seemed to believe that Wulfric just wanted to meet his family and nothing more, “I do not plan stay in Rome forever.” He added, hoping she would understand, “Rome is… busy. Many people. Where I come from, life is calm. Also… not as warm. And… people less… wary.” And maybe that wasn’t a good thing, because the Romans would surely take advantage of that, but Wulfric liked that he was able to trust people there. In Rome, it was hard to know whom to trust at all.
@Sara
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Wulfric followed her into the garden, where Charis picked a bench at the far back. They’d still be in full view of everyone, but at least they could talk privately. He wondered though why they had to talk where others could see them, but maybe it had to do with Charis’ son, his brother… Tertius must be fond of her, he thought, since he fathered a child with her. Would he be the jealous type? Wulfric honestly didn’t know if he was, he wasn’t married yet and although there were a few women he’d fancied before, it never became more than that. Aglaea… he could hardly be jealous of her relationship with Secundus. It’s not like she wanted it. But his father might be different.
He sat down next to her and spoke of how Charis should also know what he told her Dominus. Peregrinus reached sweetly for the rattle that Wulfric held and he shook it a bit, making it actually rattle, before handing it to the boy, who seemed overjoyed to have it back. Meanwhile Charis said that she knew what he’d told her Dominus, because he’d been about to say it and then she said he looked like him.
“Yes… I hear before. That I look like him.” Wulfric confirmed, that’s how he met Aglaea, after all. Charis’ tone was strange and he couldn’t quite read it. Was she nervous? Then she confirmed the unspoken words from earlier.
“I am. My mother’s husband… is dead. So after, my mother tell me about Tertius. And now I am here.” He added, but kept watching her, because there was something off and he really didn’t mean to make her feel nervous or doubtful, “How you feel about it? Are you… alright?” Wulfric asked, sounding concerned, because he was. Maybe he shouldn’t have asked to speak to her, if he made her feel odd. But that was too late now. He was here.
@Sara
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She chuckled at his appearance, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. He could see why his father would enjoy this woman, she seemed very sweet. Almost gentle, but not in the same way as Aglaea. Charis seemed a little bit more rough, but not in a bad way. She explained now that her Domina, Antonia – his half-sister – sometimes came to play with her brother.
“That is kind of her.” Wulfric replied with a smile and then he’d tried to say he wanted to talk to her and wondered if she would. He didn’t want to intrude or force her to speak to him, but if she wanted to, he would be glad. It took a few moments, then she stood and seemed uncertain. Wulfric waited patiently, before she said they should not talk here. She picked up Peregrinus and Wulfric picked up the rattle and rattled it a bit in front of the little boy, who grinned and reached for it. Meanwhile Charis said they could speak in the garden and Wulfric shouldn’t be in here. She wanted them to be out in the open. Was she afraid of him? He wouldn’t hurt her. That wasn’t why he was here. Not at all.
“If you want talk in garden, we can.” Wulfric then replied politely, following her out of the room. Charis asked if his talk with Tertius went well.
“I not sure? He… seem… it hard explain. He is difficult? Maybe he is surprise meet me. He did not expect what I tell him.” Wulfric struggled to explain it. He had been here for months and on a daily basis, he did just fine. Even talking to Aglaea was fine. Somehow this felt so important though and he wanted to get it right, to talk to her.
“When we talk before… I try tell you secret. Now your Dominus knows it. You must know it too.” She should know it, that’s what he meant. He didn’t know if she caught his meaning, when he tried to tell her before, because Tertius came and interrupted them.
@Sara
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It was a huge house… or it felt like it was a huge house. He’d gotten used to these in Rome, but it would never be the same as the houses he grew up in and around. These huge structures made from brick and stone and marble, they were beautiful and solid, yet they felt strangely cold, despite the heating in the floors and for the baths. As if all the stone made it cold and harsh despite its beauty. But there was beauty inside it, like the decorations and the people. The mother of his brother was pretty too. Slaves bedded by their masters were of course pretty. His uncle and his father didn’t choose women who weren’t good looking for that, of course.
But where was she? Charis? He honestly did begin to feel lost, when he passed a door and heard her voice from inside. She spoke of a wooden toy and seemed to think it was someone else outside. Wulfric came closer to the door and pushed it more open, gently.
“Apologies, I am not Domina.” Wulfric said with a smile, looking over the simple room and his baby brother there on the floor. But Charis was his focus right now, “I did look for you. I am suppose to leave, but I want talk… with you. Can you… I mean…” He tried searching for the right way to say it, “Will you speak with me? Only short?”
@Sara
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She seemed surprised to be spoken to so suddenly and Wulfric wanted to apologize, but then she gave him a lovely smile and said that the fabric she held, was not for men’s clothes. Wulfric nodded and looked at what she showed him instead. She was the kind of woman who kept talking once you talked to her, but he tried to pay attention and keep up. Wulfric had yet to spy the shop owner, who was probably busy with other guests. Then the woman looked him over and wondered where he was from, before she introduced herself. He smiled, she’d been talking for so long that he paused before replying, just in case she had more to add. Women were like that, sometimes. His youngest sister talked a lot too.
“I am Wulfric. Good meeting you, Safinia Laelia.” He spoke slowly, hoping he was pronouncing it correctly, “I am not from Rome, no. Germania, far from Rome.” He then explained, “I will be happy if you will help. I have seen many clothes in Rome now, and need some too. More Roman clothes. Do you know, this place sew clothes too?” He wasn’t sure if he could sew his own, after all, that was often (but not always, of course) the women’s job at home. In Rome it seemed popular to have people do such things for you.
@Emy
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“You have a home and work here?” Tertius asked, sounding surprised. Had Wulfric been here for so long? Why had he not come sooner? And what kind of work did a German son of a Varus have? And what home? Tertius couldn’t just offer him to move in here… could he?
“Yes, I live in… insula. One room. I work at market, in warehouse.” Wulfric explained, “At home, I am guard and warrior to my king, Frieda’s father. But I think you have plenty soldier in Rome.” He added with a smile, but Tertius wasn’t smiling. He wanted to… throw something! This was kind of frustrating, to be honest! He didn’t know what to do. His son, whom he just met, lived in a tiny insula and worked at the market. He could hardly deny Wulfric was his son and apparently his son, the son of a Senator of Rome, who was basically a prince where he grew up. And in Rome right now, he was basically nothing. But at the same time, it was kind of hard to just admit it all straight away and give Wulfric everything, because… for some reason, it didn’t feel right. He needed time to think.
“You are right.” Tertius finally said, “Anyway… I need to… I have work to do. Maybe you can come back tomorrow evening for a proper meal and a talk?” He then added, he wasn’t just going to toss Wulfric out and never see him again. But he needed time to think this through, needed time to figure out what in Jupiter’s name he was going to do with this new son of his.
“Of course, I mean not take your time. I can come back.” Wulfric agreed and stood before Tertius told him he should – it was clear that Wulfric was very used to making his own decisions without asking first. Tertius stood too, he felt he ought to and Wulfric continued talking, “I hope… you are not too surprise or… disappoint. But I will come tomorrow.” He promised.
“I will see you then… Wulfric.” Tertius replied and Wulfric looked him over one last time, before he turned away and left the tablinium. Tertius sat down again, staring into nothing in front of him. A new son, well new to him anyway! From Germania! That was very unexpected, very surprising and very… frustrating! Tertius didn’t know if he was disappointed. Just taken aback. Thrown off course. And he didn’t like that.
Meanwhile Wulfric made his own way through the house, looking out for Charis or anyone else he might meet in this house. It was interesting meeting his father, although it went very differently from what he expected. Not that he’d thought his father would welcome him with open arms, but he seemed so defensive and Wulfric really hoped his father would be friendlier tomorrow. Meanwhile he was also curious to meet his Roman siblings, both Peregrinus again, as well as the other ones that Aglaea told him about. He wanted to see her again, but it would seem she’d left Rome with Secundus and he wasn’t sure how to reach her. Maybe Charis could help somehow? If he could find her? Hopefully he’d not be tossed out if he took a few moments to look around. He could always pretend he got lost in this huge house – it was larger than any house at home anyway, so surely that was a fair excuse?
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Everything I Wanted
Started by Wulfric ·
January, 76 AD
Wulfric had been in Rome for months now – 4, to be exact. It had been late in the summer when he had arrived and now it was the winter half of the year. It wasn’t very cold though, he thought. Not compared to the lands he came from. He had not seen a snowflake and he had not seen a single pond or lake with ice on it. So he didn’t consider it very cold at all, although of course colder than when he arrived. He had for a while now known where his father lived. And he’d met his father’s brother a little while back... he had not been too impressed, but that was almost a given, with how Aglaea had described him. By now, Wulfric felt he had done all he could to gather information about his Roman family before he met them.
And now was the day. He had paid a scribe to write a letter to his father, saying that he would come to visit. That he was a prince of the Chatti and that he came with an important message for Tertius… though of course he had not revealed that he was Tertius’ son. Now the planned day had arrived. Wulfric wore the new set of clothes he bought a few months back, an attempt to look at least a little bit civilized to the Romans and his father especially. It was just a tunica, dark green, a pair of short breeches – he was no Roman and wore no toga. He had however a forest green and grey cloak, that his mother had made for him, but he had swung the fabric over the shoulders now, as it was not so cold indoors. He had not gotten rid of the beard, although it had been trimmed. His hair was not cut short and precise, which was the way the Romans seemed to like it. Wulfric was proud of his heritage and was not afraid to show he was a foreigner - but he did want to look nice for today.
After having knocked on the door, he was allowed inside by a slave, into the atrium. He already thought that it looked nicer than his uncle’s home here in Rome. It was tidier and cleaner. In fact the floor was almost shining. Quietly he now stood there, with his hands gathered on his back, waiting to meet his father, finally.
The house was silent to begin with, but suddenly the silence was disturbed by the wail of a small child, maybe even a baby, which surprised him! He had momentarily forgotten that Aglaea mentioned months ago, that his father only recently had another son by a slave. Wulfric around towards the sound and saw a short and pretty woman, a slave judging by her clothes, coming towards the atrium carrying a small child that was squirming a bit in her arms. When she noticed him, he smiled at her and at the child – Wulfric had no wife or children of his own yet, but his oldest sister, Hilda, had two children already and he liked them. It was then he recalled this might be the newborn brother Aglaea told him about. Suddenly, the child was even more interesting and he wanted to say something to her, but suddenly the words were caught on the tip of his otherwise often diplomatic tongue. Instead he was just caught there, watching her, smiling at her.
@Sara
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Undercover
Started by Wulfric ·
November, 75 AD
It had been weeks since he first met Aglaea, the nice and gentle slave to his uncle Secundus’ wife. Since hearing about her situation and getting to know her better, she was often on his mind. Wulfric knew he should make moves towards meeting his father, but for some reason, it was difficult to pull himself together to do it. Instead he decided he would meet this cruel uncle of his first, see if there was anything he find out or anything he could do about Aglaea’s situation. Both Tertius and Secundus did not sound like good men, but so far, Secundus seemed worse than Wulfric’s father at least.
He had to be careful though. He did not wish to reveal to Secundus, that he was his father’s son – that he was Secundus’ nephew. So he had to find some other excuse to visit him. Working at the market was luckily helpful. He worked in a warehouse and he found out they made deliveries to certain households in Rome. And when he asked into it from his colleagues, he found out, that they delivered to a Quinctilius Varus household. One morning, Wulfric managed to follow the cart that went towards that part of the city. Since he’d been working well and hard for a few months now, his employer had already raised his payment and was giving him more responsibility. Wulfric was to check that everything went correctly at the house. And he would. And not just in the kitchen and with the goods.
Since he was working, he wasn’t wearing his finest clothes. Just the simple daily clothes, more German than Roman in the style – he was not wearing the new and finer set that he bought recently. Anyone would be able to tell he didn’t come from here, although few might guess where he had his origins. He didn’t know the master of this house might. Once at the house, he let the others unload and stood by, looking at it all. There were mostly vegetables and grains and spices. Everything seemed to be in the correct amounts, but he still had a good excuse ready for meeting Secundus. He asked if the master of the house was home at this hour and if there was a chance to see him. The main kitchen slave said he was at home but wondered why Wulfric would meet him. She wasn’t sure Secundus would meet a foreigner though, but Wulfric said it was important and insisted.
At long last, he was allowed inside, into the fancy looking household. Well somewhat fancy. He had been to a few other places already and he’d seen nicer. It didn’t look so well-kept to him. Quietly, he waited in the atrium for the master of the house to appear, curious to see his uncle in Rome for the first time.
@Járnviðr
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Among the Markets, New Interest?
Started by Safinia Laelia ·
October 75 AD
It was her favorite time of the year. Going to shop for new fabrics. As the daughter of a senator, he tasked Safinia with making sure her apperance was up to par. But she knew the true reason for it. Safinia knew that her father would not stop until she was arranged and close to being married off. But his tactics were...less than tact. She had to apologize for the last time that had occurred and she knew it would not be the last time. But going out to the market did seem to get her out of the home in which they stayed. Safinia liked to coordinate the silks she bought with ones that would be perfect for the occasion or season that the city found itself in. Of course she did not make the dresses themselves. No, no. She seemed to trust the ladies that put it together. However. She did have this little trick that she liked to find thread in order to make patterns on her dresses. It makes them feel like they are something that she wears for her. That makes her feel..well, more like her. Not someone her father could parade around. In fact, it was something a little hurtful. But she would make do as she must.
But not without remaining true to herself. When dressing with the help of one of her servants, she found a pink dress with golden leaves around the top and bottom of the dress. When asked about it, one of the servants said it was a suggestion from her father. Of course. But she kept herself silent as she dressed, also allowing a matching pink hair adornment (or veil for her hair) to be in the back of her hair. Once obtaining the bag of coins that was gifted to her, she grabbed her small basket and one of her house female slaves were out of the house and began their walk. As they walked Safinia liked to talk to the lady with her about the seasons and suggestions from her observations. She always had the greatest helps for the silks she would purchase and she hoped today would be no different either. As they entered the market, the familiar shouts of the merchants were coming through. From fruits to figs to the usual gold, the marketplace was alive as ever. It was a pleasant sound to her ears.
Sometimes she bought a little bit of fruit for her to eat upon her return back. But as she passed by the section with the fabrics, she stopped in midstep as she looked through each of them with wondering eyes as she reached out to touch the fabric but as she looked she felt like some eyes were upon her, but she was so transfixed she couldn't even bear to notice it for right now. It was in fact her simple getaway.
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Under Pressure
Started by Wulfric ·
Early October, 75 AD
Wulfric had agreed to meet again with the lovely Aglaea, who was slave to his uncle Secundus, whom he had not yet met. He hadn’t even met his father yet, but Aglaea knew him too and he found it very useful to have found someone, whom he was not related to, but who could provide him with useful information. On top of that, Aglaea was very sweet and friendly and he had enjoyed talking to her. Plus she seemed to need someone to talk to and she needed help with her situation. Wulfric had felt sympathy with her and he was more than ready to help her, whether she said she wanted his help or not. He would be the friend she needed. Really this was a win for both of them.
So a week later, he found himself entering a place called the Gardens of Sullust for the first time. Aglaea had sent word to him via a messenger, where they were supposed to meet and he walked around, trying to find the right place. It was still somewhat warm, but some leaves had begun to change color and he found that he liked the gardens because of the amount of greenery here. Rome, to him, mostly consisted of stone, marble and people. There was not a lot of green and it was nothing like Germania in that sense, where the majority of the land was forests, fields and meadows. Rome had its own charm of course, if you looked at things individually.
He tried that too, while searching for the right fountain Aglaea had said they’d meet by. He found a very pretty one, there were no other people near and he thought it was the right one. Then he leaned against the edge of the basin, enjoying the warmth of the sun and waited for Aglaea to show up as planned.
@Echo
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General Apperance - blue-green (mostly blue) eyes, light brown hair, sometimes facial hair.
Clothes - not these colors, but the style is right, especially for the fancier clothes. Long-sleeved tunica that reaches the mid of the thigh and long trousers. Add to that a fine cape/cloak fastened with a ring-brooch made from iron. Iron is used for the belt-buckle too. Wulfric also carries a small knife for everyday use, usually for cutting things to eat and it is just handy for a lot of things.
Germanic Tribes - find the Chatti in Germania Magna:
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Twisting Kaleidoscope
Started by Wulfric ·
Late September, 75 AD
Wulfric was still trying to get used to this huge city. He was quietly trying to figure out more about his father, but the people he encountered in the streets and taverns, that cared to talk to him, didn’t know the man. Apparently he must be wealthy, as Wulfric assumed, since people who were less wealthy didn’t know him. Some had given him a weird look though and then just went on their way. As if it made no sense that a man dressed like Wulfric should want to get in touch with a man named Varus.
Today was just another of these days. Wulfric had managed to find some actual work, working in a warehouse mainly with moving sacks of grain and other things, from one place to another. Or onto carts. Something like that. He was strong, after all. And today he’d been doing just the same all morning and was paid in the shiny coins, that he added to his purse and then made his way out into the marketplace to find something to eat.
A stall selling purses caught his attention though, his own was getting rather worn and those they sold here were very fine. Good quality leather, he could tell. Wulfric purchased a light brown leather purse and then moved away from the shop to attach it to his belt, a little bit away from where the crowds were, because he understood that you should watch your coins carefully and no one should know how much you had on you. With his back to the marketplace, he opened the belt and slipped the old purse off the belt and began moving things from the old to the new one. Unaware that from behind in the shade of a building, he might look like someone else entirely.
@Echo
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No Place Like Rome
Started by Wulfric ·
Early September, 75 AD
This place was… huge! Wulfric was barely even sure when he entered Rome, it seemed to go on forever and it felt like he’d been walking for days, when he reached this part of it. He had planned to make it to the center of Rome and people kept pointing him this way, towards the so-called Forum of Rome. He knew a forum was a marketplace of sorts, but when he entered this part of Rome, it seemed to be a marketplace for white marble rather than anything else. And painted statues and gold and people literally everywhere.
Wulfric grew up in a town, it wasn’t small, it was large actually, for a Germanian town. He bet the Romans would not say it was even a town, they would call it a village. A gathering of houses, even. And the houses were barely houses, compared to what they lived in. And this place, Rome, was not even a town, it was a city or was it actually a country in its own? Of course he knew it was an Empire, but that word was almost beyond his understanding. He’d never seen so many people before in his entire life, nor had he seen so many buildings made out of brick and marble and he’d not seen… well any of this. The towns he passed through on the way here did not compare to Rome. He had been somewhat prepared, but he was still astonished by this. Some called it the eternal city, because it had already existed in centuries, and he’d believe it if it still stood when all men had gone.
It was also a bit confusing, to be honest. Where did you go? Wulfric wore nothing but his travelling clothes, the more ordinary clothes, and on his back he had a sack with the rest of his clothes and other personal items. He should find a place to sleep, he’d been sleeping under the sky and with friendly people on the way here. He’d even stayed in a few places where you could buy a drink and pay for a bed, which he never tried before. Perhaps they had such places in Rome too? He should also find the palace though. He was a prince. And most importantly, he should find Varus!
But where to begin? He stood staring up at a huge building of white marble, he understood it was a temple of sorts, to their gods, although it was nothing like the temples they had where he came from. It was as huge as everything else. Wulfric scratched the back of his head, he probably looked as disoriented and confused as he felt.
@Chevi
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Wulfric of the Chatti
Started by Wulfric ·
WULFRIC of the CHATTI
23 | 21st of June, 52 AD | Foreigner | Prince | Heterosexual | Original | Joe Armstrong
Personality.
Wulfric is well-mannered, friendly, openminded and diplomatic – he is generally just a nice guy, who wants the best for those around him and of course especially for those, that are friendly towards him. While he is raised to be a warrior, he does prefer to work things out with words rather than fight. Wulfric has a lot of empathy and is good at reading other people's emotions and he's a problem-solver. He likes to discuss solutions and think them through, before reaching a decision about what to do. He is however also confident, so that when he decides on an opinion, it is the right one and he can be quite stubborn – demanding to be paid attention to, when he wants his opinion to be heard or there is something he desires. Maybe he inherited this trait from his father?
Wulfric likes to be heard and believes that when (if) he returns to Germania, he will come closer to his grandfather and uncle there, because there is a possibility that he could become the next king of the Chatti, if anything should happen to them. He does not really have a mean streak though, he’s not out to kill them, but he is prepared to take over, if he must. In Rome, he hopes to find his father and hopes to be a bridge between the Chatti and the Romans. Wulfric is and wants to be a peacemaker of sorts, if that is at all possible. He is very curious to learn about his true origins and his family in Rome, although the Roman way of life is certain to be a surprise to him and may turn out to be quite different than what he thought.
Appearance
Standing just about 5’10” tall and with striking blue-green eyes, Wulfric has always been told he is as handsome as he is strong – and he is strong, a warrior and guard of his tribe. Much made sense to Wulfric, when his mother told him about his true father, because he never looked much like Wulfstan, his stepfather. He has some resemblance with a Roman man called Tertius – especially the nose and face shape, but also the shape of his body appears much like his. He has brown and slightly curly hair – and with a bit of facial hair, unlike most Romans. His clothes are native to his tribe of course – mostly made from wool and flax. He has two sets of clothes, a simple set that is brown and yellow/green and a finer set dyed with indigo. He always wears a light green long-sleeved tunica as an undershirt. On a daily basis, you’ll find him with a pair of light brown long trousers, a light green tunica and/or a leather vest for colder days. The tunica reaches his mid-thigh. For finer occasions, he has a pair of indigo trousers with an indigo vest to wear on top, closed with buckles. Add to this of course always a pair of good shoes and a belt with a purse and his trusted short sword.
Family
Stepfather: Wulfstan of the Chatti (deceased)
Father: Tertius Quinctilius Varus
Mother: Frieda of the Chatti
Siblings: Hilda (21) and Signy (18) – half-sisters in Germania
Spouse: N/A
Children: N/A
Extended family:
Hrodulf, grandfather – Chieftain/King of the Chatti
Hrolf, uncle - Frieda's brother and next in line to be king
The Varus Clan in Rome
Other:
History
Before Wulfric was born, there were Romans roaming just across the Rhine, on the other side of the border to the great Roman Empire. There were Legions waiting there, just in case anything should happen, since the Romans really wanted to expand their empire. They failed last time though, all thanks to a man named Varus. The stories still went in the tribe about that man and especially how the Germanic tribes worked together to defeat him. But that was all a long time ago and now, the Chatti mostly lived in peace with the Romans, trading with them when they had the chance – carefully, though. Hrodulf, the Chieftain of the Chatti, did really enjoy that Roman wine. Hrodulf had a son, Hrolf, and a daughter named Frieda. And in 51 AD, when Frieda was 18 years old, she travelled across the border to the Romans along with other women and men from her tribe, to entertain and please the Romans, to make sure they would stay friendly with the Chatti.
Frieda was actually betrothed to be married when she returned from the Romans. But among the Romans, she met a charming young man – there were many, in fact – but she singled one out. His name was Tertius and in his name was also Varus, which she found remarkably interesting. She ended up spending a pleasurable night with the young and handsome man. So much that she returned every night the entire time she and her people were with the Romans. Then she went back home and married Wulfstan, one of her father’s best guards, as planned, although she was already pregnant with Tertiu's child. Nine months later, not long before she gave birth, she had a dream. Tertius, the Roman, was holding a boy-child in his arms and placing him on a throne. It was not a dream easily forgotten. A week later, on Midsummer's Day, Frieda gave birth to Wulfric. This also told her that this boy was special. Her husband thought it was his own son, but Frieda knew it was Tertius’ and the older the boy grew, the more obvious was the resemblance to her. With Wulfstan, Frieda also later had two daughters, that are Wulfric’s half-sisters.
Wulfric grew up as any kid born to a princess in Germania would. He had everything he wanted to have, but he also learned how to fight and fend for himself and as he grew older, he knew that while he knew how to fight, he did prefer to settle things more peacefully. He was officially declared a prince to the Chatti tribe, when he reached puberty and went through the rites to become a man – his grandfather was the king and his uncle would be king too, after all. Wulfric became one of his grandfather’s guards when he was old enough, while his father was in the king’s council. When he was 18, 5 years ago, the Romans began to move more into Germania and made their own settlements. Wulfric was encouraged by his mother to get to know them, not yet knowing why. The Romans in Germania taught Wulfric a lot of Latin, as he spent time with them as a kind of ambassador for his grandfather. When Wulfric was 21 years old, Wulfstan, the only man he knew as a father, died from illness. After his death, Frieda told her son the truth about his real father – that she suspected it was a man by the name Tertius Varus and that man was in Rome. And this was why she wanted Wulfric to know the Romans and their language. She wanted Wulfric to go to Rome and find his father and seek further knowledge and perhaps glory - and then come back home. She had, after all, never forgotten the dream she once had. A year later, Wulfric was on his way to Rome and on the verge of fall after he turned 23 while travelling, he finally reached Rome.
Timeline of Wulfric's life:
51 AD - Frieda sleeps with Tertius Quinctilius Varus. A month later, she marries Wulfstan, but is already pregnant.
52 AD - Wulfric of the Chatti is born, officially to Frieda and Wulfstan
54 AD - Wulfric's sister Hilda is born
57 AD - Wulfric's sister Signy is born
66 AD - Wulfric goes through the rites to become a man. Afterwards his grandfather officially declares him a prince.
69 AD - Wulfric is made official warrior and guard to his grandfather
70 AD - Roman settlements form beyond the Rhine. Jullus Flavius Alexander has encouraged traders and settlers to move into Germanian lands, initiating "the peaceful settlement of Germania." Wulfric befriends some of these Romans to learn the language and about the Roman way of life.
73 AD - Wulfstan dies and Frieda tells Wulfric whom his real father is. He soon begins the long travel towards Rome.
75 AD - Late in the summer, just before fall, Wulfric finally arrives in Rome.
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