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  1. Riv

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    @Gothic I need a Claudia/Antonia thread like NOW. Let's do a present-day thread. If you'd set it up, I can have a reply to you by the end of today! Let me check out Corinthia and get back to you on that bae. @SaraWe should have a thread between Lucius Cassius Longinus where Antonia's "recalibrating" his desires for a Lover from her business. Sort of like a matchmaking, but not for marriage, haha! We can also have it where because he's used the Lovers before, he and Antonia are already fun acquaintances. The kind that don't openly acknowledge how they know each other but sometimes she gives a cheeky wink and he gives a nod, especially at parties. I could see her sidling up to him at an event and pointing out his "type" in the crowd and mentioning that type while joking about a future marriage. I'm also thinking with Horatia Justina, Antonia could reach out. Antonia is a staunch Imperial (obviously), but her family's business makes it so she can traverse the circles between Republic and Imperial easily enough. Plus, they seem to have children roughly around the same age. I feel like Antonia would have noted Horatia's son and been like, "Hmm, yes, maybe for my daughter" awhile ago. @ChrisYO! I won't try to kill you this time, haha! I'm with you on Quintus. I also think Antonia, if she comes across any information that proves useful to the continuation of the Imperial family, can pass that along slyly whenever she comes to visit Claudia and them. I'd be down for the Eppitacos line of murder thought, if the thugs were female! If they were all female, then they very could have been Lovers. Another thought to play with would be someone utilizing an all female assassin group for him making him THINK it's the Lovers and to clear the hell out of town, but in truth, Antonia and the Lovers have no idea about this contract. Antonia could then work with him to figure it out (because, damn it, her business's reputation is on the line!) For Manius, I think we should have them meet and enjoy a fun political idea swap together. I feel like Antonia probably doesn't often get challenged or even discussed heavily about "where do you think the principate should adjust itself to enhance it's longevity". If nothing else, it'd intrigue her and she'd probably seek him out for further discussion. That could lead them to a betrothal-debate plot. She'd fight him on the kid part because (even though she can still have them) because she's slightly...uh...possessive of Renius Suetonius Metellus Minor. Even though logically she knows it's not really Renius's son, she views him as the last tie she has to her first husband and that time in her life was filled with such regret for her that she views her son almost as her atonement for what she did. Her brother, Titus, also attempted to adopt Minor and she put a stop to it immediately. I'm open to people playing Minor if you're interested! I was debating taking him if Antonia was dead at this point in time (she wasn't). In my head canon, Antonia had tried to instill in him the best qualities that an ideal Roman should have including honor, duty (to family and the Empire), respect (for family, wife, mother, father, Emperor), and also a sense of fairness/justice. She honestly thinks she might have overdone it because while Minor picked up on those traits, she's now aware, since he's older, that she has to hide the less "best Roman qualities" of herself (like, you know, casual murder, patricide, and fratricide). Meanwhile, her daughter, Livia Caelia, is naïve and innocent to a point where Antonia thinks she spent so much energy making sure Minor turned into a great person that she forgot to pour more into making Caelia a practical, rational woman-to-be. Arguably, Minor is her favorite for all his good qualities whereas Caelia is her headache-child.
  2. Well, she'd had his curiosity, but now she had his attention, Antonia noted with a twitch of the corners of her lips. "Most other Romans forget that Rome was founded upon justice and what justice properly entails," she riposted to him, "Upon the rape of a woman, our people rose up and overthrew the Etruscans, created new laws, and created a new government. It took an innocent woman's blood to give the men the rage they needed to get what was a long time coming and demand their due." She paused and then said, "I always thought it was a pity that it took the spoiling of a young wife to goad the Romans into action against their masters, when they should have demanded it long before. It's why I try to treat those in service with me fairly and justly. 'Tis what Rome was founded upon. But I guess that story isn't the best to tell a slave or someone in service, is it?" She smiled wryly at him, noting the irony that where she spoke of justice in the tale and how Rome should remember it's roots, it could always be used instead to inspire slaves to rise up against the Romans now. A double-edged sword, indeed. She paused in her movements, turned and looked at him straight on though he couldn't recognize it with her hood in the way. "I promise to you that I'll give you that additional half to your hands and no one else's," she said solemnly, wondering at how it had needed to be said aloud. Who was his master or mistress that such a bargain needed to be guarded against with a proper contract? The story of Lucretia weighed heavily on the back of her tongue again and suddenly she found herself fighting the urge to walk into the Domus Venus and purchase the man's contract from the master or mistress of the damnable place. Even her Lovers knew that to leave the Lovers was to leave with a fresh start where ever desired. "You can call me Antonina," she said, using her childhood nickname and failing to give a proper family name. It was perhaps too glib of her to give a name so dear to her, but, in truth, at forty years old, Antonia had accomplished much and felt safe in what she regarded as "her" city. The amount of wealth her family owned in addition to the very real protection the Lovers gave her sometimes made her feel invincible. Perhaps it was she, not those who received Triumphs, who needed someone to constantly whisper in her ear that she was mortal. "Now, onward to dark alleys and whimpering babies, shall we?" She chirped and adjusted her cloak, the wine red color parting slightly to reveal a slip of her modestly garbed waist. "While we walk, tell me about your life. Leave no detail out. Are you Roman born or from far afield? How did you end up at the Domus Venus of all places?" She glanced over her shoulder at him, gesturing with her hand for him to stand equal to her rather than behind. While she spoke, her bright blue eyes continually scanned the darkness, intent on finding a still bundle or a flailing small limb. Her ears strained for the lightest of wails that would clue her in to her goal. Beneath her feet, she felt the grime of the city, almost slipping her at times and, at least once, causing her to reach out to the wall nearest for purchase. Someone would come through a clean them at some point, but for now, it was as treacherous for footing as a Pompeiian wine tasting after the twentieth round. @Atrice
  3. Antonia waved her hand in the air, dismissing his praise. As she did, the bracelets on her wrist chimed together softly, muffled as they were by her delicately woven sleeves. "Is it not the point of leaving the foundlings somewhere where people can come and take them in? I just do it on a much larger scale. I'm not one woman looking for just one more mouth to feed. I'm a woman whose literal business is to create a better Rome than the one I was born into," she said, the passion in her voice causing the calm in it to seem disturbed. She paused and then continued, softly, "Isn't it what anyone would have wanted, if discarded in the streets? At least you'd have some sort of a chance. I do the same with my slaves as well. Once they have served me honorably and faithfully for a certain amount of time, I free them and give them a purse and some connections to start with. No one should ever start with nothing when everyone around you has something." It was, perhaps, radical thinking for a Roman, much less a female one, but Antonia felt it all the same. Besides, how could Rome rise to it's highest zenith if its citizens were marred down by the ironies of fate? She didn't understand those of her same social status or even monetary status. The ones who saw the poor or the disenfranchised and merely walked past them while thinking poor things of them. What had started when she freed her first slave over twenty years ago had become a personal philosophy for her. Ironically, it was one she benefited from monetarily considering the children grew up to tell her information that she could then, in turn, sell to make a vast profit. "You're working," she said, glancing back at the Domus Venus, considering his offer though not in the way he likely expected. "But I respect that four arms are better than two. I'll pay you for your time if you join me on my lookout for any children left abandoned. If any one asks, you can say that you were servicing a wealthy woman with extremely sensitive and demanding tastes." Her mouth quirked again at the jest, honest though it was. "I'll even pay an additional half of your pay if you keep it secret as to what exactly we were doing after." She gave him a full smile now, revealing teeth that were white and even against the crimson fullness of her lips. "So, what say you? Want to have a bit of an adventure for a night with a woman you might never meet again?" @Atrice
  4. Antonia regarded the man coolly, her bright blue eyes taking in his features and marking the attractiveness. Then, with a glance over her shoulder to the Domus Venus, marked his proximity to the building. Was he an employee? Certainly too attractive to be a simple water fetcher for the men and women working. But too young to just be tossed off to any client with an itch to scratch. If he was an employee, he was too experienced to be considered unpolished by this point. Hopefully, she thought, his cut of the proceeds had gone up with his age. Regardless, he clearly still had some time left in him. Or was he a patron? Antonia took in his hair, his pose against the wall, his expression and hastily discarded that idea. This man seemed too sexual in energy to be a patron. Or, at least, his sexual energy wasn't the type sported by those who needed to chuck a coin to relieve their urges. No, he seemed the type to have them approach him and request his services. He wasn't a hunter. He was a lion, the type that stayed put and waited for his interest to come to him. Interesting. Her corners of her mouth almost twitched into a smile beneath her hood. "No one in particular and definitely not one of my own," she explained, her voice still calm and even as she answered the question. "Fortunately, mine are too old to forget their way in Rome and they're likely too big for someone to think of kidnapping them easily." She thought of someone trying to steal her daughter, Livia Caelia, and almost laughed at the idea. Livia Caelia would likely think it romantic and imagine a life in which she married her kidnapper and turned him in a good, hard-working Roman citizen who only desired to build a home and family with her. No doubt the captors would either find it as irritating as Antonia did and give her back or they'd seal her mouth shut during the kidnapping so they didn't have to listen to her whimsical fancies. Minor, on the other hand...Well, he could very much take care of himself. His education in combat and physical traits would ensure that. Her children, in other words, were quite safe. "I own a...business," Antonia admitted, "And we like to take in abandoned children, educate them, and then, once they're older, offer them employment in exchange. Ah, but not as prostitutes. Usually as eyes and ears. Once they're much older, they can make a choice of whether they desire to stay with us or go and make their own way. If they stay, we offer them options as to which positions they can take. If they don't, we give them a little starter to begin their lives as good, productive citizens of the Empire." She spoke frankly, comfortable that her hood concealed her face well enough. In any case, if he did see her and recognize her, it wasn't as if the gossip hadn't already made the rounds: Antonia Vitellia knows more than any well-bred Roman woman should. Antonia Vitellia acquires information the way other women acquire baubles or dresses. Antonia Vitellia is a dangerous mind with equally dangerous ears. "The gender does not matter," she continued, "Just that the babe still draws breath, no matter how shaky. We have our ways of making them hale and healthy again." She looked at him again for a second of silence.
  5. At forty years old, Antonia's life had reached a point where she was less busy on a personal level while still making more money than ever. Her business (well, Minor's business, really) was flourishing yet again. Her children were old enough to start curating their own social circles. Minor, in particular, was starting to look at a military career to bolster a potential political one. Her daughter was more interested in meeting with her friends and spending the night at their homes, gossiping and trying new cosmetic trends, than clinging to her mother's skirts. With Clemens dead, Antonia had also noticed a slowing of contracts she received through her liaisons requesting assassinations that she needed to read and approve of. Delegation, it turned out, was the key to have a life of riches and being able to enjoy them. But there was one thing Antonia could not always bring herself to delegate to the Lovers or to Vanessa and that was the duty of patrolling the streets of Rome, looking for abandoned infants (and sometimes toddlers) in the alleys. This night, Antonia was sleepless and a sleepless Antonia found it easier to be productive than lay around and wait for sleep to reluctantly come for her. Putting on her less expensive clothing, the widowed Equite covered her head with a dark red hood and went on her way. Soon enough she found herself, sandals clapping against the stone street, near the Domus Venus, eying its patrons as they drunkenly bull-rushed in or left with clear satisfaction. Technically, the Domus Venus was not a competitor for Antonia's group. Her women were trained in more than just sex. They prided themselves on providing a deep sense of comfort and affection to their clientele, who paid steep prices for the services. Some clients just wanted to hear music played peacefully while they talked about their concerns. Others wanted sex, of course, but also to feel loved and listened to. For men with darker cases, such as one client who liked to physically spar with his partner before making rough love to her, Antonia had women who enjoyed that sort of thing immensely. Those same women, however, also knew several ways to kill a man if necessary and some preferred that far more than sleeping with them. Antonia paused a moment longer, staring at the building, noting where she would expand or renovate. Then, seeing a man leaning against a nearby wall, she adjusted her hood to ensure it shielded the top half of her face from view. "Any abandoned children left nearby tonight? Any babies' cries been heard or toddler's wails?" she asked, her voice smooth and soft as it emerged from the dark recess of her hood. The only part visible, her mouth and chin, has traces of cosmetics still applied. Her lips were a crimson red. Her chin smooth and even in complexion. From where her neck peeked out from the wrappings of the cloak and hood, a flash of silver could be seen.
  6. Riv

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    ANTONIA VITELLIA App 40 | BISEXUAL| EQUITE| ROME Friends Antonia is known for being not just a social climber, but also has been known to travel within the Imperial circle. Specifically, for a long while, she was Lucilla's lover and she assisted Claudia Caesaris in her escape from Rome. She also apparently gave Flavia the knife to kill Manius (sorry, bro). Since then, Antonia has continued her ties with Lucilla's surviving children, treating them often as her own. Antonia likely has friends that continue within that circle and beyond. She owns high end courtesan service more akin to hetaerae than other prostitutional services (which allows her to meet many important men) and secretly runs the Lovers of Eris (which allows her to meet their corpses later). She takes a very active role in the Lovers, recruiting from orphaned children and then setting forth their education and training herself. Many of the Lovers consider her a mother they never had and respect her deeply. Antonia has likely made herself known to wealthy or well-connected women with teenage sons so that she can start vetting marriage prospects for her daughter, Livia Caelia, and potentially for her son, Renius Suetonius Metellus Minor. Antonia is quite a loyal friend and quite warm once she decides she likes you. Age hasn't diminished her playful side, though it has found her becoming more an advisor to others than she thought before. Antonia is also quite passionate about the value of women and a solid advocate for any young woman attempting to make her way in the world. She's also known for being fair to her slaves and for granting their freedom after five years of service with her. Enemies As an active presence in Rome, Antonia likely has a few enemies (though the ones she made in the past often met with...unfortunate...ends). There's certainly enough "odd" happenings around her that someone could figure out that Antonia has a less than kosher way of making things happen to her advantage. While some secrets are dead and buried (quite literally), it is possible to find others to enable quite a rip-roaring fight throughout Rome! Additionally, Antonia is a staunch Imperialist and likely will chafe whoever has opposing views. Lovers At forty years old, Antonia is more than happy to stop pretending like marriage is on the table for her. She very much values her independence and freedom. She's been married two times before, both of which ended in disaster. I don't doubt she's had lovers in the last ten years (which I'm happy to plot out with someone!) and she likely will continue to have lovers. However, whoever it is needs to spark and then keep her interest for it to have any longevity. She's had both male and female lovers, but often has a serial monogamy side. She demands fidelity in both herself and her partner, though she does consider it "faithful" to maintain one lover of each gender and doesn't care if her lover does either. Additional plot potential: intrigue, her secrets (past and present), murders, people who need a master or a patron, etc. She's quite the schemer, able to get her hands on (almost) anything due to money and connections, and protective of children of all types due to her own fertility issues.
  7. Riv

    Antonia Vitellia

    ANTONIA VITELLIA 40 | 15 January 35 | Equite| Business-Woman| Bisexual| Original | Angelina Jolie <600x300> Personality Before all other things, Antonia’s goal in life is to protect Rome and safeguards its interests as well as her own. She is a woman who, despite her gender, has managed to scrape together a place for herself in Rome with her own two hands. Whether through the spilling of blood or poison, the way she used her body for promises she never intended to fulfill, or her marriages, Antonia managed to carve a place for herself in Roman society that left her father’s accomplishment with his trading empire a mere footnote in her life story.Antonia’s life is determination to serve her interests and those of her family. It was only later that she realized her love for Rome also contained her great desire to protect it. She views all things as potential assets and weighs and measures them accordingly. If they are useless or not bound to be a threat, they are ignored. If they can be used or held against another or to protect her and her kin, she uses them. At times, her use is ruthless and cold. Others, it is tempered by her compassion and her own inner desires, especially where children are concerned. Regardless, one can say that Antonia has never been one to shy from what needs to be done to her satisfaction and nor has she ever balked of the necessities to realize her desires.Antonia has very few soft spots in her life. One of those, perhaps the biggest one, is her children and those she views as her children. While the first is not of her bloodline (something that is not known to anyone but Antonia and her friend, Vanessa), her second is the reason that Antonia allows herself to, at times, believe there might actually be gods. Believing that she would never have children of her own, that her body was incapable, and fearing that she would succumb to death in childbirth like her mother, Antonia was hellbent on becoming content with that knowledge. Intending to focus solely on her son, Minor, she was shocked and dismayed when she discovered she was pregnant again. She was certain it would end in heartbreak, even through the first year of her daughter’s life, and now finds herself in awe that she managed to have a healthy child of her own. It shows in startling ways though she attempts to hide it so that her children do not become spoiled. Nonetheless, when push comes to shove, Antonia is one that will do anything to protect and save her children, even from themselves.Antonia is also a remarkably independent woman. During her first marriage, she was largely left to her own devices. Gifted with the intelligence and education that her father insisted upon, Antonia used it to raise her husband’s family and then, later, to tear it down in a fit on vengeance. In her second marriage, Antonia did not bother to raise the family’s fortunes up, believing they had enough for themselves and also not particularly being in love with her husband. However, she remained a faithful wife and companion until her second husband’s untimely death. Once she had fulfilled her Roman duty by marrying when possible, however, she stopped all attempts at feigning interest in the institution, returning to her family home to raise her son and daughter in peace.She now views marriage as unnecessary, something that will put her under another’s thumb and will likely involve her giving up her assets and independence. As someone who worked too hard to give it to a man who just happens to get her consent and nothing more, Antonia would rather die than give up her ability to run her life as she sees fit. Given her age, it is unlikely that anyone will ever approach her for marriage again, despite the wealth and honor she’s brought to her family and the Empire itself through her service.Her independence shows also in her covert operation of the Lovers of Eris. Antonia, upon discovering the Lovers, made her move hastily and quickly. She killed the Vulpina herself with trickery and acid, thinking it rather poetic that she should kill the Vulpina in the same method at which the Vulpina herself gained her power. However she came to power, Antonia now controls the Lovers and does so judiciously. She sees them as an extension of her neutrality, using their abilities and gifts solely to restore balance to Rome and never for a political faction in particular. Indeed, their use to back one Imperial power over another or to push a political agenda, assuming it would not be counter balanced by another or for Rome’s benefit, would be something that Antonia would never allow and would, in fact, force her to use the Lovers against the one who wished it otherwise. These days, the Lovers still conduct assassinations and train in their gifts and Antonia has a reputation amongst them as a harsh taskmaster with a compassionate side. “Our cold mother,” they call her, and they are not incorrect for some of them Antonia has raised and commanded since they were children.Finally, there is Antonia’s philosophies regarding Rome. Born and raised in Rome, having left its borders several times, Antonia loves Rome as much as she loves herself. She sees it as a delicate ecosystem that must be maintained and balanced for the welfare of its citizens and Imperial family. She will never allow harm to purposefully come to it unless she believes that, eventually, it will lead to Rome’s long term gain. Additionally, while she desires it to grow exponentially, she attempts to curtail or manipulate events when she can (however she can) if she believes that it will, in the long run, harm Rome’s interests and self. She can often be seen in the Imperial palace, speaking with the younger Imperials and offering advice as she did to Lucilla Augusta decades ago.Her loyalty, however, to these Imperials is not the same as to the Imperials of yesteryear. Rather, it is balanced, once more, by her philosophy regarding Rome’s continuous rise in strength and prosperity. Should, at any point, the Imperial family start working solely for their own interest rather than Rome’s, Antonia would be forced to take a side against them, as much as it would grieve her. She regards the majority of them as her own family, especially the youngest ones, and it would hurt her greatly to do so. Appearance Like her mother before her, Antonia was gifted with a slender waist, broad shoulders, and wide hip. Standing at 5’5”, she is as tall as most average men and finds it a rare delight when she discovers a woman of her own stature. Her lips are often colored with red or a darkened pink, to accentuate their fullness and their curve. Her hair is auburn though now threaded with gray and her eyes are a light blue that is rarely seen in Vitellii children. Her hair is usually pulled back from her face and any wisps that escape reveal themselves in a ringlet fashion. When she is surrounded by more comfortable company, Antonia lets her hair be dressed much loosely, with her locks surrounding her features and falling down her back.Her body has changed little since childbirth. Her breasts are heavier, the nipples darker from nursing years ago, and her waistline has returned to its previous slenderness. Her hips are wider and have some stretchmarks.She used to wear her hair in a chignon with a palla over her head to suggest modesty. However, since her marriages, she has allowed her palla to drape lower and lower until it is more of a shawl than anything else. In place of the palla over her hair, she has taken to putting various ornaments in instead. Sometimes she might wrap it elaborately with strands of pearls or sapphires but, more often than not, she had clasps of butterflies, jeweled and gleaming, pulling back of certain strands for dramatic effect.Her feet are blessed (unlike those poor, poor plebeians) with sandals of high quality wood and leather. On her ankles, bangles chime and swirl together, the intent to make noise without seeing exactly where the noise is coming from. This is a trick she learned from her Egyptian lover at one point and has continued since. Another trick that she learned to do perfectly was the darkening of the lids of her eyes so that they seem to pop from her head in a pleasing manner. Furthermore, she has learned to dress richly and in a fine, pleasing manner to draw the eyes of men and make sure they realize her assets: her wide hips and her matronly breasts. After all, a woman's duty is to provide sons and honor to the family.Antonia adores jewelry. As a result, she wears rings, ornate hair ornaments, bracelets, armlets, and anklets. She also enjoys wearing clothing that shows her in the best possible manner. Dark, rich colors adorn her frame and drape over her shoulders. As a woman in love with the idea of draping cloths, she wears chitons and pallas with as much possibility of a drape as possible. Family Father: Marcus Vitellius, deceased 56 A.D. when Antonia slowly poisoned him over time to mimic illness. Mother: Antonia Vitellia, deceased 35 A.D. from childbirth Siblings: Titus Vitellius, deceased 63 A.D. from illness, though in truth, murdered during a party Antonia was throwing by a guest. She and the guest hid the body in the house until she could "discover" his body later in a far more fitting and dignified manner of death ("illness"). Vitellia Livia, deceased 35 A.D., stillborn. Technically Antonia's twin. Spouse: Renius Suetonius Metellus, married 56 A.D., divorced 59 A.D. after his disgrace in Judaea and affair with a Judaean princess. Eventually died on the front lines in Gaul. Gaius Livius Lucretinus Aemilianus, married 63 A.D., widowed 65 A.D in a horseback riding accident where he broke his neck. Children: Renius Suetonius Metellus Minor, son, born 58 A.D. in her first marriage. A true, good hearted gentleman as she raised him to be, and untouched by his mother’s more heinous deeds. Simply put, he is “good.” Livia Caelia, daughter, born 64 A.D. in her second marriage. Caelia has naive, romantic daydreams and aspirations that her mother finds distasteful and is trying to curb as much as possible. Extended family: None Other: None. History CHILDHOOD (35 A.D – 48 A.D.): To understand Antonia, one must go back farther and touch upon her parents. Her father was originally a simple merchant, arising from humble stock. In 25 A.D, he was raised from a citizen to an Equestrian noble due to his immense wealth. There is no doubt in anyone's mind that he greased the wheels of success with gold. Indeed, such a practice in his life had guaranteed his survival in many aspects of life. It even helped him earn the marriage to an already established Equestrian noble family, the Antonii (descendants of Antony from his first marriage to Fabia). Marcus had heard of Antonia's beauty from speaking with other families in order to further raise his status. Knowing he must take a wife and seeing it in his best interest to take a woman already known for her ladylike qualities, he quickly concocted a social event at his house, a simple party to celebrate his achievements at trading with some Egyptians and making a hefty amount of money. He made quite certain to invite the Antonii and various other families connected to them. Once he met with the patriarch, he quickly began dropping comments on his own personal wealth and how he was aging quicker than he believed. Furthermore, he mentioned, it was in his best interest to soon take a wife with impeccable honor and mannerisms. Such a woman, he suggested, might be found within the walls of the Antonii house. The father of Antonia quickly caught on and suggested that such beauty and honor was without parallel in Rome and could not be handed away so easily. Within moments, gold was exchanged, an agreement made, and Antonia's fate was sealed. Antonia herself was beautiful, yes, but not near the beauty that she had been renowned to be. Her lips were too big, her breasts smaller than Marcus preferred and her hips barely existing. No one had mentioned her age to Marcus and so he received for his wife a thirteen year old girl in 30 A.D. If Marcus was disappointed, he failed to show it for he simply recited the vows, took her to the bedchamber, and tested her virginity and purity himself. However, it did not become long for their marriage to be strained. Antonia disliked her older husband so much so that she continually descended into tears and her body froze during consummation of their marriage. Frustrated, Marcus instead took interest in courtesans (expensive but he could pay, he reasoned) and in their serving girls. Ashamed and filled with a strange desire to somehow make things right between them despite a rocky start, Antonia tried harder than ever to please her husband by 32 A.D. It did not help that because of one of her female cousin's actions in Egypt her family was scandalized and did not have as much impact as it once did. She could, in Marcus's eyes, afford to be dismissed on a whim. Things hit the bottom of the amphorae when Marcus told Antonia in private that because their marriage was yet sterile and relations between them were too strained for him to perform his marital duties, he was considering a divorce. Antonia collapsed, her honor shattered, her worst fears realized. She begged one more chance, one pitiful chance to prove herself an honorable and good wife for was not her honor already slightly tainted by Justinia Antonia's actions in Egypt? One more attempt in their marriage would go unnoticed by all for their problems were between only them. Marcus was never one to be cold against a sobbing woman and so allowed her another chance. That night, Antonia did not freeze or sob. She did as well as a woman in love and lust with her husband, even fooling herself that night. Nine months later, her faith was restored in herself and Marcus when she gave birth to their son, Titus Vitellius. Marcus had never been so pleased in his life and hastily ordered another house party to celebrate the birth of his son. There, he met all questions concerning Antonia's health with glee and unabashed pride. Antonia, for her own part, kept quiet, offering smiles and polite nods to each guest. It took her until the end of next year to conceive once more and she had no doubt that this pregnancy, like the last, would be easy and the labor smooth. However, fate had decided otherwise for while Antonia had been lucky during Titus's birth, her small hips had come to destroy her completely. During pregnancy, she found herself constantly nauseated so that she was unable to keep down food in proper amounts until her seventh month in. Afterwards, she was confined to bed to rest, eat, and drink plenty without exerting herself. None of this helped when the time came. Even Marcus retreating to a temple to pray for his wife did not help. The gods had abandoned Antonia with laughing cruelty. She struggled, as any woman would, against the tide that pulled her from life. Her hips were too narrow, the midwives said in hushed tones, it was impossible for her to birth the two. When Antonia was told it was twins, not a single child she was birthing, she paled, knowing now it was against any hope for survival. The two, the midwives said, were practically battling at the mouth to arrive first, each determined to get their way. Hours later, she finally gave birth to one and then, soon after, the other. Two girls were delivered to Antonia, who rested her eyes upon them, feeling disappointed and fearing her husband's anger. Before the midwives' eyes, though, Antonia, who was at first sobbing hysterically with fear, started laughing. "Take the cloths from my womb, midwives," she said, laughing hard, "I'm going to die today. I see it clearly now! I won't have to fear my husband's wrath for I am dying. I will not be alive when he passes over the threshold to see my final failure!" The midwives, startled, believed Antonia was going mad and kept packing her womb with cloth to stem the blood. It failed and as Antonia foretold, she was dead before Marcus passed the threshold to see her final shame. When he beheld his daughters, he blanched. Upon hearing of his wife's death, he fumbled out of his house, seeking out the nearest tavern. Truth be told, in the last two years, he had come to love Antonia. The revival of their marriage bed had been a revival of her charming nature that had never unveiled itself to him during the first year. So charming was she when she was unfettered with fear that she had pulled him in without knowing and saved herself from shame and uncertain future. Now, without her, he felt himself stunned by her death and hardened by it as well. He spent that night in the depths of alcohol and awoke the next morning with a renewed sense of purpose. Within a week, the younger twin, the weaker of the two, died. Antonia Vitellia, however, lived, and grew close to her mother's image, but for the hips and breasts which grew far more than her mother ever had. Instead of shunning his daughter, Marcus tolerated her. He realized that his children had to provide a stunning legacy for both him and his wife and so had them educated in the best way available considering his wealth. As a result, Antonia was able to read, write, dance, play instruments, speak several languages, and think clearly to see the way to her goals. It did not take long for her to realize how she could apply these to get whatever she wanted. It also didn't take her long to realize she could use her knowledge to see faults in others and exploit those. For example: her father's Achilles heel was discussion and memory of her mother. Though he tried to hold out on any and all information on Antonia and, to some extent, Titus, the servants talked and to them, Antonia listened. It didn't take long for her to realize that, at ten, she was the spitting image of her mother upon her marriage to Marcus. So, at age ten, when she wanted to skip her lessons one day, she went to her father and, knowing what it would do, began weeping. Marcus was struck by the image of his dead wife, sitting before him, weeping as she had as she begged him for one more chance. Guilt swept over him and he gave in to Antonia's demands, letting her skip that day of lessons. Smirking, she went from him and approached her brother next, twining her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek, and showing him all the affection in the world. Within moments, he was tied around her finger, waiting for her word or order. A rush went through her young body and Antonia demanded that, should she ever marry after their father died, Titus must back her decision on her marriage and listen to her rather than himself. Titus, confused, agreed. Antonia left him as well and went to her rooms for the day. TEENAGE TO EARLY ADULT (48 A.D. – 55 A.D.): At age fourteen, a marriage was arranged between Antonia and an older senator. This, she saw, was the most crucial moment of learning to manipulate others. This was the time when it all hinged on her performance to her brother and her father. Weeping, howling, tearing at hair and clothes, Antonia approached them both, saying that she had been speaking with her friends and learned something awful about her beloved husband-to-be. Startled and, no doubt, a little frightened by her behavior, her brother and father stopped to hear her. At first, she protested saying that she would not openly speak of such shameful things. Her father grew irritated, demanding that she tell him. Hesitating a bit, Antonia opened her mouth and spewed the vile acidic poison that would dissolve any potential union for her and the senator. Her betrothed, she had heard, was marrying her purely for the dowry and, like the other wives before her, she would perish soon after the marriage rites were performed. After all, she pointed out, he had sons already, three of them, from previous marriages. She had no worth in childbirth when considering no sons were further necessary. His other wives, she hissed, had died peculiarly and suddenly after marriage as well. Her father and brother listened, too engrossed in the horror of it all to really turn away. Deciding that such horrible things could not come from such a virginal mouth without truth behind them, they decided she was telling the truth. Later, Antonia hid her smile as they composed a missive to the senator telling him that, unfortunately, the betrothal with Antonia would have to be cancelled given some news that had just reached their ears. However, a bag of coins was given to them in an effort to bribe him from asking too many questions or taking up a dispute between the two families. Antonia was left alone for some time, making a show of grieving for her lost "opportunity." Finally, Antonia began exploring her own relationships with others at the age of sixteen. Poised and graceful, her first run in was with Equestrian nobleman at a house party. All evening they had exchanged glances, whispered words in passing and, eventually, touched with a finger or a glancing touch of the foot to the other's foot. Later, they separated from the party and found themselves in the stables. She quickly kissed him, unsure exactly what to do, but sure that confidence would make up for any ungainly moments. The youth himself was completely sure in what he was doing and so her first kiss, first caress, and first experience of anything remotely close to lust was experienced in a lowly stable. When her father found her to take her from the party, she quickly wiped any excitement from her face and simply looked calm and shrewd, as usual. However, Antonia was still a virgin after that night. She was not stupid enough to let some man have all of her. She knew the scandal that could arise from not being a virgin in Rome and an unwed one at that from a noble house. She would not risk it. Afterwards, her next encounter was with an Egyptian slave girl that her brother had bought at the market. Antonia had watched her for days and, one morning, in the spirit of malice, had demanded the girl take off her clothes and dance for her like Antonia had heard they did for the Pharaoh's long ago. Though the girl had no idea what Antonia was talking about, she did as she was told for the only other option was twenty lashes. For some reason, the girl so enticed Antonia that she quickly dismissed the girl, only to summon her to serve her in her own chambers that night before bed. Once there, Antonia dismissed the other servants, requesting the Egyptian stay behind. She demanded the girl undress again and dance as before and the girl did. Antonia kissed the girl, caressed her, and then asked the Egyptian to teach her to dance as she did. Further confused and frightened, the Egyptian girl did and was rewarded with another kiss from her mistress. A few months later, Antonia took the girl as a lover, knowing that the things that she would experience would not destroy her virginity. If Titus knew, he said not a word but when word did start circulating between the servants and slaves about the mistress placing too much favor upon the Egyptian girl. There was a reason, it was whispered, and everyone was shocked when, one day, Antonia slapped the Egyptian across the face before all assembled and shrieked that she was incompetent and foolish. She demanded that the girl be sold as she was found stealing her mistress’s things. Marcus, stunned once more by his daughter’s behavior, did as she requested and even conducted a small investigation. So cunning was Antonia that she put several pieces of her jewelry under the girl’s pallet so that it was found and the girl convicted. She was sold, promptly, to a traveling merchant so that she might never be seen again. After that, the rumors stopped and any potential scandal with Antonia was averted. If any rumors did leak out, Antonia was unaware of them. ADULTHOOD (55 A.D. – Present): However, as she approached nineteen years of age, her father professed himself confused as to why she was yet unwed and, worse, unasked for. Her dowry was impeccable, her manner charming. Yes, she had her erratic behavior but he assumed it was from so much stress being placed upon her so often concerning her betrothal and the business with the slave girl. All worries were eased when her marriage was finally arranged for her by her brother, Titus, who was recently placed in a political position over the city by her own doing. After discovering the talents of Renius Suetonius Metellus, a marriage was arranged between the two of them and they were married in late October of 56 A.D. The marriage proved to be a happy one until, one night after a slave had given birth to a healthy son, Renius revealed that it was his son the slave had had and, though he would not acknowledge it as his, Antonia saw it as a threat to her own unborn child. Afterwards, she went to the Palace to see her new lover, Lucilla, also the Augusta of Rome, and told her all that had happened, asking for advice. Renius's omission had hurt her deeply, for all that she would not admit her affection for him, and she still felt the infant to be a threat despite what he said. This feeling of pain only deepened when she gave birth to an already dead son she called Julius. Upon Renius's arrival in Rome, she quickly reestablished their relationship and became pregnant a second time. All her work was tossed out the window when he left to be a governor in the East and subsequently became the lover of an aging Judean princess named Julia Berenice. Despite the fact that many Roman women would have just turned her face away, Antonia decided to do something about it. She hastily wrote to the King of Judea, whose marriage she had arranged to her own sister-in-law Emilia, and told him of the scandalous behavior and what it might bring about for all parties involved. Furthermore, she alerted the Augusta and also gave her her own opinions of what might transpire if it continued. Finally, she set about creating a network of spies within Judea, most of them old confidences of her father's, and having them plant the seeds of the rumor within the Judean masses. Knowing that they would not stand for it, she bided her time until she was able to arrive in Judea herself to play the role of the spurned, obedient wife. Before she could make her sweeping entrance on to the stage of Judaean politics, however, Antonia found herself crushed with tragedy once more. Unfortunately, her second pregnancy, like her first, was not to bear fruit. One night, Antonia felt contractions and cramping deep in her womb. Upset with the foreshadowing, she took to her bed, summoning a midwife who had earlier been contracted to work for Antonia throughout her pregnancy. Hoping that perhaps the situation might be redeemed, the circumstances went as undesired as Antonia gave birth to a perfectly formed, but dead, child. She wept over the body before consigning it to the flames of the nearby fireplace and taking to her bed to rest. As if the gods’ mocked her, Antonia’s body rebounded quickly enough in healing though her heart didn’t. Then, as if offering atonement, she was given an opportunity. A woman who had been Herod’s lover during his stay in Rome had fallen pregnant and, months ago, Antonia had befriended her and offered her advice. Their deep friendship and trust continued and Antonia found herself met by the woman’s servant shortly after her stillbirth with news to come quickly. Long ago, it had been decided, due to the woman’s marriage to an abusive man, that Antonia would adopt the child and raise it as her own when the time came. However, neither party had thought Antonia would be utterly childless at the time, thinking instead that Antonia would pass the child off as one of her servant’s offspring. Believing that her husband would no longer love her if he saw her as “tainted goods,” Antonia took the child as the mother died in childbirth and instead raised him as her own. It was this child that Antonia approached the Judaean stage with, even lowering the child to the ground and silently insisting that Renius pick up the boy when they met on the docks. That Renius did, and acknowledged the child as his own, was a small victory that soothed some of the vengeful storm in Antonia’s heart, but overall did nothing to stem the coming tide of her anger when she found that her presence could not prevent the affair between her husband and the Judaean princess. Spurned into attack by wounded pride, Antonia then triggered the events in Judaean leading to an uprising. She swirled the rumors, did her best to look the utter Roman matron of sympathy, and then waited until she more aggressively pressed the attack through her planted spies and actors. Before night had fallen on another day in Judaea, Antonia had managed to get the Judaean princess nearly stoned to death and her husband called back from his station there, in disgrace. The royal family had fled in fear and Judaea was a cesspool of violence and fear. She regretted nothing except that Julia Berenice had survived the revolt. Upon her return to Rome, Antonia divorced her now-disgraced husband and set about raising her son, despite the attempts of Julia Berenice to blacken her name and cast her into shame. She provided the best for her son possible while managing to escape matrimony a second time. Meanwhile, she aided her brother in his growth of their family's trading empire. However, such peace was not to last. After the death of her lover, Lucilla, from an unknown disease, Antonia watched as Rome plunged into chaos yet again. As she had promised Lucilla, Antonia approached the Imperial palace and took Claudia, Lucilla’s last daughter, to safety. Not knowing who in the city was friend or foe, she stayed there with her, giving her all the love and attention she could while trying to provide stability and ascertain the situation. Once the pieces had fallen into place, Antonia used her Lovers to smuggle Claudia to Antioch and into the safe arms of their uncle, Quintus, and their grandmother, Annthea. Though Antonia wanted to fight it as much as possible, ultimately, she settled for trying to diminish the damage such chaos had wrought in Rome with as delicate a touch as possible. Soon before her smuggling of Claudia, Antonia discovered the Lovers of Eris. For months, she eyed them and weighed their use. Finally, fearful of the new regime and what it might do to Imperial loyalists such as herself, Antonia contacted the Vulpina. She had done her homework and concocted a special poison for the event. Knowing that the Lovers would never respect someone who took power without murdering the Vulpina, Antonia knew that, for one of the few times in her life, she would have to take direct action to end the life of another. When she met with the Vulpina, however, Antonia did not hesitate, acting as if she had murdered her victims herself her whole life. She burned the Vulpina’s face with acid before ending the woman’s torment herself. The moment the Lovers stepped in to see what was going on, they realized that power, as per Lover tradition, had passed over to Antonia. With that, she became the Vulpina of the Lovers until such time as another ended her life. Soon afterward, Antonia found herself fulfilling her deathbed promise to Lucilla in other ways. Hungry for vengeance on those that had brought the downfall of what she saw, essentially, as an extension of her own family, Antonia actively aided the remnants of the Imperial family. This included, once they were secured and rendered safe, Livia and Claudia. Though she could not find Tiberius, Antonia sent whatever aid she could to Claudia, Quintus, and Livia while Clemens ran amok. Whether in the form of information, money, Antonia finally became more proactive when she managed to smuggle a poisoned blade to Flavia. With this blade, Flavia struck down Clemens and managed to say it was merely assassins that performed the deed. In 63 A.D., with the return of the Imperial family and the placing of Quintus Alexander as the new Emperor, Antonia felt Rome stabilize once more. In true Vitellii fashion, Antonia held a party during which things came to a head behind closed doors in a way she never would have foretold. The party’s purpose had been to merely present Antonia (and her availability for matrimony) to the public and to the eyes of the prominent families. As a masquerade and costume sort of event, Antonia had everyone’s wines (barring her own, of course) touched with a drug to lower inhibitions. Unfortunately, her brother drank one too many and, knowing Antonia’s costume, finally found himself alone with her in the closed off corridors of their home. There, he sought to take advantage of Antonia and he almost succeeded until a random guest came onto the scene. Seeing the trouble, the guest killed Titus, an action that had Antonia shocked and reeling before her own predilection towards solutions took control. The two worked to hide the body, sliding it into her personal office space where her poisons were kept. There, she kept the body for a week, using a variety of unguents and perfumes to cover the smell, thankful for the cooler weather in Rome’s winter for helping keep the worst of decomposition at bay. Furthermore, she laced the rumor mill of Rome with news that Titus was ill before finally, a week later, saying that he had died of an unknown but swift illness that left the body covered in boils and lesions. The illness, she stated, meant his body needed to be shrouded and burned hastily. Her word was taken without doubt and her maiden, Vanessa, aided her mistress in cleaning, shrouding, and burning the body. A sizable portion of their clients and family were present, all watching the burning while Antonia looked on, knowing that they would spread the word of Titus’s demise by illness and subsequent pyre. Later, it was discovered that Titus had left his fortune, the family domus, and the trading empire to her son, Renius Suetonius Metellus Minor. Minor, being around five years old at the time, was far too young to run such a thing or even know what to do with the finances. Antonia hastily freed one of their slaves, a male who had been raised in the Vitellius household and always turned down the opportunity for freedom. This time, knowing that he’d still be in the Vitellii business and under their watchful eye, he accepted the freedom and salary offered to essentially be the book keep and frontman while Antonia did the work from behind closed doors. To all official and legal eyes, the Vitellii Trading Company was managed by a man, though anyone with eyes and brains in their heads knew that Antonia was the true decision maker, the true Empress of the Trading Company. Running both the trading company and the Lovers, Antonia worked tirelessly for her family’s benefit and the benefit of the Empire. But now, without a male benefactor of age, Antonia found herself hounded by numerous proposals and attempts at betrothal. Finally, only a month after her brother’s demise, Antonia met with Gaius Livius Lucretinus Aemilianus. Within the first meeting, Antonia knew Livius was a pushover compared to her power. While it was nothing that she was attracted to, she could see herself acquiring some manner of happiness under his thumb. After clarifying to him that Vitellii family matters would never be Livii family matters and acquiring his agreement, Antonia had the betrothal and marriage papers drawn up. Within a week, the two wed. A month later, Antonia knew she was pregnant. Believing that the child would perish as all the others had, she set no sights on its birth and nor did she slow down her operations. Furthermore, she failed to notify her husband of the pregnancy until she was visibly showing. Though she had attempted to hide it with flowing clothing to escape potential gossip, eventually the bulge became obvious and Antonia was finally forced to admit, to eyes that probably had already guessed, that she was pregnant. Livius, who already several children, was impressed by his wife’s fecundity, certain that only good things would happen. Antonia, for her part, reserved any joy or sense of accomplishment, positive that she would be holding a corpse by the end of it. Her reservation, while prudent, turned out to be for naught. That year, the same year of her marriage, Antonia gave birth to a healthy, glowing girl. Pushing her husband over once more, Antonia gave the girl the name of “Caelia” meaning heavenly and further eschewed Roman naming conventions in the process. She was aware it was rather a conscientious flirtation in telling people that her husband, despite his name’s antiquity and honor, was not in charge of their marriage; that, instead, it was she herself in charge. She did not care and flouted Roman tradition with little thought at all. She had finally given birth to a living child, one of her own, and nothing could stop what she felt, more than business, more than politics, was the moment of her greatest glory. Her victory, and daydreams of other children to follow, was to be left unrealized. No less than two years later, Livius was coming home from the countryside when his horse caught sight of a snake in the road. Panicking, the horse reared and fled, knocking loose his rider and casting him upon the ground. Livius’s neck snapped instantly and though he did not die immediately, he soon suffocated on the road, his slaves and accompanying fellows unable to help him. His body was brought back to his family’s home and his wife and children greeted the men at the door. For Antonia, who had no great love for Livius but appreciated the attention and companionship he gave her, it came as a slight blow though not a great or distracting one. Instead, she merely moved her children back to the Vitellii domus, a place where she had lived off and on during her marriage to Livius and never stopped using completely. Moving back was simple: she merely gathered up several of her clothes and her daughter, Minor following dutifully behind, and went back to the domus. With her came Livius’s children from his previous marriage that were too young to strike out on their own or even yet claim their father’s fortune independently. In honor of her marriage to Livius, Antonia did the honorable thing. She appointed a separate man that the Livii trusted to guard the children’s fortune and made sure the rest was divided as according to Roman law and Livius’s will. For herself, there was little change. Antonia only had her own fortune and home. Through her children, she had established independence and she wielded it to do as she pleased and whom she pleased. Antonia took no lovers nor any new husbands. Rather, she ran her businesses, advised those in the Imperial family who desired her advice, raised the children accordingly, and raised the fortunes of the Vitellii accordingly. Though others came to try to woo and marry her, Antonia turned them down, instead performing the same rigorous training process with her children as her father had with her. Her days were full and her nights, chilled and haunted by the memories of her brother roaming the halls, sleepless. Though her beauty has cooled and the rumors swirling her faded with her youth, Antonia remains strong and proud, loyal to her true mother: Rome. RIV | CST| Discord or PM
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