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  1. It was a little reassuring that, for a brief moment, she seemed almost as flustered as he felt. He'd been warned that women could be great actors - just as men - but it didn't feel like an act. Either Sosia was the slightly unworldly young woman that she seemed, or she was very, very good. And he didn't think he could pick the difference; he might have grown up in Rome but Tiberius had been closeted in his own way, likewise for his safety. But there was no harm in what was said, and he decided that it was preferable to assume the best, until he had cause to think otherwise. He wanted to assume the best. A lovely young woman from the country, going to the temple, whose only crime was having timing as bad as his own. And it was hardly an unpleasant encounter. It was a pleasant thought in a way, that Minerva herself might have a hand in their respective terrible timing, if also slightly unnerving. Did one truly want the direct attentions of a God? "It would be nice to think that she wishes us well." Though he was aware that they were taking up space on the steps of the temple, and he had duties to attend to. "And that I might see you at future events." After all, being from a Senatorial family, she should move in the same kind of circles. In fact, he was planning to discuss organising a more informal party with Marcus Julius Silanus, when he next caught up with him. But time moved on. "I need to continue, and I dare say that Minerva is hungry." He smiled and nodded to the pie that Sosia still carried. "But you have brightened my morning." He assured her. "I hope the Goddess continues to smile on you this day, and please give my regards to your father." It never hurt to cultivate a potential political ally, especially one with so pleasant a daughter. Yes, he'd definitely invite her to the party. @Atrice
  2. It had indeed proven a hard question for a medicus to answer; any medicus, so far. Fortunately Tiberius was reasonably patient, else his search for answers would have already frustrated him no end. But Theodorus's father had said it best, and he kept telling himself that he'd find an answer eventually. "I do not think that either would be easy to prove, alas." He admitted to the other man. "How would one prove or disprove poison, save by trial?" He asked. He was no alchemist or medicus himself, nor a priest, but the idea was fascinating if macabre. Could the remains of the dead tell their story? "Their ashes are in the Imperial mausoleum, of course." And he had been there a few times, to make offerings to his ancestors and seek wisdom in quiet thought. But he expected no direct answers to the questions he carried with him. Theodorus's quietly spoken question caught his attention back from thoughts of the dead. Ultimately it was the living who mattered now. The young man shook his head slightly. "No, nor any of our generation who remain." But Darius had been younger than Tiberius when he fell ill. "I only hope that it is not simply a matter of time." He too kept his voice low. Whilst the medicus had no direct answers for him, he had given the young Imperial some things to think about. The idea of a familial illness was a new one, even if poison was not. "Perhaps I shall find some key to prevention. Or perhaps I concern myself needlessly." But it was in his nature to knaw and worry at problems. "Come now, Medicus Theodorus, you've humoured me most kindly, and for that I thank you. Permit me to return your kindness. You have the Imperial ear; what concerns you most?" The man who, on gaining his citizenship, had apparently chosen his name for Quintus Caesar, now had the attention of his adopted son. @Chevi
  3. One of the many things Tiberius had learned from Quintus was that you had to both delegate, and then trust. Otherwise you spent all your time micro managing and you couldn't run an empire like that. Assume that those closest to you knew your preferences, the importance of responsibility, and where to draw the line, and trust them to do that. Until they proved unworthy of that trust, then don't delegate to them again. It was important for Titus and himself to gather their own inner circle, as well as relying on their father's. So Tiberius trusted Marcus to organise entertainment that would be both fun and appropriate. Gaius Vipsanius Roscius was a Senator, Marcus was right. That was how Tiberius knew of the Gens. But he knew nothing of the younger brother save for a very vague reputation for lacking an interest in politics. "Gaius is a political creature, from what I've seen at the Senate. That's all I know really." He hadn't particularly drawn attention to himself. "I've heard that the younger brother isn't." Which was no crime. Not everyone could be a politician, though that ambition was generally expected of their class. "If Lucius is fun, then we must invite him." He assured Marcus. His guess as to Ovinia's family was on the sestercius, but it hadn't been hard given her name. Marcus's obvious lack of enthusiasm for inviting her brother as well was almost comical. "I think that we should." He insisted, smirking. Else her father might not let Ovinia attend. Boring, but someone had to be the voice of reason. Clearly Marcus wanted to get to know the young woman, and Tiberius didn't want to prevent that, but they did not need loose talk. "Sorry to spoil your fun, but I'm sure we can distract Tertius long enough for you two to have a conversation." A thoughtful nod was the answer to Marcus' enthusiastic suggestion that Tiberius invite Sosia. He'd already decided that he would. "She'd very pretty." He admitted, hoping that the heat from the baths hid the slight flush of his cheeks. Tiberius wasn't very experienced with women, having lived a fairly closeted life. "She seems quite innocent, even naive. Her father is one of those who moved their family to their estates during the purges, and as far as I can tell she's grown up in the country." And was now here in Rome, which was probably a shock. A small smile appeared as he thought of their meeting. @Atrice
  4. Sarah

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    I started a thread for Titus and Tiberius to chat - Distraction And there's also the party which Tiberius and Marcus are organisin - One magic autumn eve @Kali
  5. The day of the party had finally arrived. Tiberius had to admit that he was excited, he'd been looking forward to it since his conversation with Marcus, and he hoped that it would be the fun and relaxing evening that he'd intended, and that Titus particularly could enjoy some time to relax. Hopefully they all would. Still, he was a little nervous behind his politician's facade; he wasn't exactly the most experienced at either parties or planning them; more so at formal dinners. But that was why he'd enlisted help. So far everything had gone to plan, and even Tiberius had to admit that, as the twilight faded, the Hortulus did look inviting and slightly mysterious. Something to intrigue and entertain, with it's braziers and entertainers. He himself was wearing a deep purple tunica with a thin lines of gold thread embroidery at all the fashionable places, a bright, white toga over the top. The tunica had been made for him for formal events, and since he was hosting he supposed that he should look the part. At least he wasn't doing it alone. "Marcus, there you are." He greeted his friend with a smile as he approached. "Being the perfect host already, I feel tardy." He turned that smile to the dark haired fellow who looked to be a few years older than the two them. "But you must introduce me." He urged, wondering whether this might be the man whom Marcus had asked him to invite; he'd sounded like he would interesting to talk to. @Atrice@Chevi
  6. Spurius Antius Claudus 43 | 12 April 33AD | Plebeian | Slaver | Heterosexual | Original | Tobias Menzies Personality Sometimes it is difficult to know the real Spurius. To the world he is the perfect salesman; polite, charming, sympathetic and silver-tongued; always ready to do the right thing by his customer (and by himself at the same time). Amongst his friends he is genial and something of a raconteur. At home, the man behind the mask is rather different. Somewhat soul-tired, he appreciates the finer things in life but moderates this with a certain austerity, despite his commercial success. He prefers a simple life, using few slaves of his own, all of which are good Roman slaves and which he treats and cares for like good furniture. Although successful now, Spurius has regrets in his past which have jaded him, and he worries that the repercussions have ruined him for the future. He particularly dislikes barbarian foreigners, likely why he mostly trades in them. He has a shrewd eye for a bargain and excellent business sense. Appearance Tall and lean with mousy, mid-brown hair, Spurius is neither handsome nor ugly. Tanned from time out of doors, he has the physique of a retired soldier; reasonable muscle and the beginnings of a gut. Shrewd hazel eyes watch the world from under heavy brows and the frown lines between those brows are deep, as are the others that mark his long, somewhat equine face. Usually dressed in a fine linen tunica and toga of undyed wool, Spurius is the image of a Plebian on the up and up, a successful businessman. Unusually, he always carries a heavy staff, the end carved into an ornate hook not unlike a shepherd's crook. He uses it to moves slaves around, but he also leans on it heavily, and walks with a distinct limp. Family Father: Marcus Antius Mother: Ovidia Juliana Siblings: Gaius Antius (b. 31), Antia Marcilla (b.35), Antia Julianilla (B. 37) Spouse: None Children: None Extended family: Julius Antius (Uncle) Slaves: Tacita, Romulus, Remus, Corva, Linus Other: History CHILDHOOD [36AD-46AD]: Spurius's childhood was simple if relatively uneventful, growing up with his older brother Gaius and sisters Antia Marcilla and Antia Julia. Their father Marcus was a trader in exotic goods from across the Empire, particularly south to Aegyptus, and was often absent for months at a time, but when he returned he would always bring his wife and children little gifts, and spend time with his sons. Their mother Ovidia was a warm and caring woman, if a little saddened every time her husband left on his travels. They were comfortable if not fabulously wealthy, and Spurius recalls a house full of odd little trinkets brought back from distant lands. Spurius was a cheerful child, winsome and interested in the world. These years saw the death of Caligula and the rise of Drusus Claudius Sabucius as Caesar, as well as the death of his first son and heir, Gaius. Being only young at the time, Spurius doesn't remember the politics of the time affecting him much. TEENAGE TO EARLY ADULT [46AD-54AD]: Spurius's early teenage years were still relatively peaceful and prosperous, and he was an apt enough student both in grammaticus and in his father's business. Marcus was keen to see that both his sons learned the trade, as he saw horizons to expand into and wealth to be made. His younger son particularly seemed to inherit his charisma, developing into a warm and charming personality. His father foresaw success in the family business, even though his mother thought he was a gentle soul and might do better in academia. Spurius however was on his dad's side and his first opportunity to accompany his father on a business journey south was one of his happiest. He recalls the marriage of Caesar Claudius to Lucilla in those years. Regretably, that golden age was not to last. Revolts in Aegyptus and Achaea cut off trade routes for months at a time and significantly damaged business prospects. As Marcus primarily traded to the southern provinces, the family's financial situation began to sour. Perhaps the Empire itself was souring, as Claudius was poisoned and his adopted son gained power, only to be exiled when Caesar awoke. The Imperial Legions finally quelled the uprisings and occupied Achaea, but Marcus Antius's trading position was weakened, and his collateral reduced from supporting his family through those hard times. At the same time Marcus's brother Julius gained both wealth and fame in the legions during that action, and it was he who sent word to his brother that the routes had opened again, giving him at least something of a head start. YOUNG ADULTHOOD [54-64]: As times became tougher, Marcus focused his time on Gaius, his elder son, taking him on longer trading journeys and teaching him the languages of the south and what wares sold best where. Spurius was keen to learn as well, but with their prospects reduced, Marcus encouraged his younger son to look elsewhere for his life's work, leaving Spurius feeling disappointed and somewhat abandoned. Marcus's wisdom was proven however, as a revolt in Judea that coincided with Emperor Darius's passing causes further difficulties. Their Uncle Julius on the other hand prospered in the strife, and both he and Marcus encouraged Spurius to follow in his footsteps and join the legions. Spurius had never had any military leanings, but he saw the sense in the advice and swore service even as the Empire seemed to be dissolving into chaos, the life expectancy of a Caesar short indeed, until a Dictatorship was declared. Whilst the Legions were not his first choice, the pragmatism that Spurius would show in adulthood acknowledged that his prospects were better there. Twenty-five years of service could even see him made an Equite. Perhaps it was for the best, for amongst the chaos Spurius found himself heading west for the fabled Brittania, and with any luck gold and glory. The thought of coming home with well earned salary and a little treasure to start his own business, buoyed him along, particularly if he could manage to find some trade contacts on the way. He proved a satisfactory soldier, and their initial engagements are successful; the wisdom of his father and uncle's advice seem clear. His first foray to Brittania proved profitable, and during a brief return to Rome and with coin in his pocket, Spurius enjoyed a success and popularity that he had only dreamed of. He began courting Antonia, whom he had known since childhood and had transitioned from friend's annoying younger sister to teenage crush to possible marriage prospect. She herself seemed pleased at the idea. Campaigns into Judea saw more successful battles, Spurius advanced within the ranks of the infantry, and when the Legion once more returned to Britania under Caesar Junus, it seemed that the advice of his father and uncle had been wise indeed. That was, until a dying barbarian warrior plunged a dagger into Spurius's thigh as he was crossing the field of the slain, nearly adding him to their number. He wasn't expected to survive, but the legion's crotchety old field medicus was amongst the best, and survive he did. Not without a price, the wound was high, deep and initially infected, and it become clear that though he'd live, Spurius could no longer march with the Legions. He was honourably discharged and sent back to Rome to recover, but not before taking his pay in captured slaves. He was, after all, a trader. ADULTHOOD [64-onwards]: And he was a good one, he'd learned well from his father and seemed to have a particular eye for the barbarian 'merchandise'. With the start provided by his service to the Empire, he was able to set up a successful business. Yet those who had known him when younger noted the change his time in the Legions had wrought. Cheerful and charismatic in public, what had been his nature had become a mask, and he became quiet and even bitter in private. Neither unnecessarily cruel nor particularly kind, he cared for his slaves like the livestock they were, knowing that those in good condition would sell well, and he gained a reputation for his quality and trustworthiness. He traded in slaves from all areas, even good Roman slaves with valuable skills, but mostly in captured barbarians, including contracts to the Ludii for the games. Yet success was not enough for some; Antonia's father turned him away, preferring an undamaged man for his son in law. He didn't speak to them again, turning his attention whole heartedly to where it was wanted. He was particularly successful, earning a modest wealth and becoming well known around the great market, marked out by the staff he carried, like a large shepherd's crook, and his distinctive limp. His fellow merchants gave him the agnomen 'Claudus', meaning 'the lame', which he accepted with a kind of grim pride, as gifted by Fate itself. The waves of politics have largely flowed over him, as even in times of strife there is demand for slaves. And sometimes there is greater supply. Sarah | GMT+10 | CONTACT @Gothic
  7. Tiberius gave Marcus a smile that was equal parts knowing and amused. He could see that his friend already had plans in mind. "I'll leave it with you then." He said with a languid wave of his hand, jokingly emulating some of the stuffier Patricians. Inwardly he was very glad that Marcus was not only willing to handle the details but seemed positively delighted. It would be fun, of that he was certain. Swirling some of the hot water about as the patch he was sitting in had cooled slightly, Tiberius listened with interest to the people who Marcus suggested. "That's Gaius Vipsanius Roscius's younger brother, isn't it?" He'd been educated specifically in politics, part of which included memorising most of the political families. It might have been tedious had Tiberius not had a natural interest in other people. And he'd heard that Lucius was the same. "I'd like to meet him, I've heard he's an interesting fellow." Specifically that he shared some of Tiberius's inclinations towards listening to the plebians. "Ooh-ho! Why Gaius Ovinius Camillus's daughter specifically?" He asked, an amused smirk toying at his lips. It might be nothing, but that didn't mean that he couldn't rib Marcus about a possible crush. They'd been teasing each other for years. "I haven't met her yet, so we shall. But we should invite her brother Tertius as well." Lest there be concern for the young lady's welfare. Of course, such things go both ways, and Tiberius trusted Marcus closely, enough that he could reveal his own interests occasionally. "Tell me, do you know of Horatia Sosia?" He asked, on the theory that Marcus tended to be more the social butterfly than himself, and was more likely to have met her. "Daughter of Gaius Horatius Justinius. I bumped into her at the Temple of Minerva. Literally." He added dryly. "I'm thinking of inviting her." (OOC: I started the party thread, if you'd like to describe the entertainment.) @Atrice
  8. Elegant? Was he? Whilst he might occasionally be complimented on his maturity or grasp of current politics, elegant wasn't something that Tiberius thought he'd ever been called before. The young man's cheeks flushed slightly, and for a rare moment he felt that he didn't know what to say. "Thank you. You're very beautiful." Was what came out. As soon as he said it, Tiberius cringed inwardly, even as he kept a warm smile on his face. How was it that the older men could be so right, that a young woman might indeed make a fool of him, and to be careful. Presumably because they too had been young men once. Oh well, it was out. Best pretend that he'd meant it deliberately, rather than out of genuine startlement. Besides, it was true. She was beautiful, and pleasant to speak to. And as she gave her father's name, the dupondius dropped. He knew the name, vaguely. If he recalled correctly, Horatius Justinius was a Senator who'd fled Rome during the purges, like so many. But unlike many, he hadn't returned permanently, rather staying at his estate and attending the capital when the Senate was sitting. Sometimes with his son; rarely with his wife. This young woman had probably grown up in the country, and was unaccustomed to life in Rome. In some ways he envied her the freedom he imagined she must have had. Regardless they were a well respected family. He wondered what had brought them back to Rome now? "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lady Sosia." He replied, entirely honestly. "I am Tiberius Claudius Sabucius." He said with a slight bow. "My apologies for interrupting you on your way to pay homage to Minerva." @Atrice
  9. "The Empire does have a lot of border." Tiberius acknowledged. "Which is why understanding her military is so important for good leadership." Which was something the youth had mixed feelings about. He saw the necessity of course; as Aulus pointed out, many of their neighbours were not friendly. He preferred diplomacy where possible; it caused fewer deaths. But diplomacy could be something of an empty hand, if the military wasn't there to back it up. And to protect them. A slice of duck breast topped a piece of bread, a drop of garum to season it, as Tiberius listened to the Consul, marveling a little at the places that he had seen, and using it's assemblage to cover his surprise at the unexpected offer, so very cleverly worded. "And no, I won't be offended in the least if you didn't want me". The young man wasn't one to make assumptions or presume on his station - he had refused the cognomen Caesar for that reason. So he hadn't expected Aulus's offer, especially worded as though it were automatic. He tended not to take people for granted. He took a bite from his bread whilst he considered the sudden opportunity very carefully. "I haven't yet formed a specific preference." He admitted. "I had thought that it would be more educational if it was not a family member." Much as he loved his uncles and Octavius in particular, who had also served as Consul. But he had haunted Octavius like a dead rat in the hypocaust during his teenage years; he'd already decided that he had more to learn from others. "Personally, I would love to see more of the Empire." He admitted, almost shyly. "But it is my duty to support Titus and not put myself in too much danger, so I do not think I will be going to the frontiers yet." Maybe one day. Swallowing the last of his morsel of bread, Tiberius made a decision. Had he not spoken, moments before, on the importance of recognising learning opportunities when they presented? One set of blue eyes met the other. "If you are willing, Consul, I would be honoured to serve you and learn from you, during my time as military tribune." @Sharpie
  10. For those who are into politics and intrigue, it could be fun to implement more of this system. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patronage_in_ancient_Rome
  11. "It is mine. I did not have a pin in it. Would you... would you mind wrapping it around my shoulders again?" His glance fell to the offerings in her hands. Beautiful flowers and a delicious pie; enjoyable but not terribly expensive. She was carrying them, rather than a slave, and had no pin for her palla, yet her clothing was fine. Good family fallen on hard times, or family on the up and up? All these thoughts flashed through Tiberius's mind, largely automatically, as he returned her smile and carefully unfolded the palla again, letting the fine cloth spread out in the breeze. He'd been trained to assess people on first meeting, and warned that families would be likely to place their daughters in his path, now that he was of age. But none of that was any reason not to be chivalric to the young lady herself, who seemed very pleasant. And comely. "So long as you will vouch that there was no impropriety." He replied quietly, gently looping the fabric over her finely done hair, and about her shoulders, then drawing the edges to her less burdened hand so that she could grasp it. She'd presumably been holding the palla before he'd bumped into her, much as he was holding his toga, and had simply lost her grip. "I trust that is satisfactory?" He asked in dry amusement, well aware that he wasn't qualifying as a body slave any time soon. "May I know your name, and your paterfamilias?" He asked mildly, curious. That would tell him who she was, and who her family were, and he would be certain to remember both. She could bet that by evening he'd know more about her family than he had this morning as well. @Atrice
  12. Hi, I'd like to resurrect one of my characters whom I played previously, Spurius Antius Claudus. Do I need to do a new application for him, or can we bring his old character profile back into active, and update the history to the present day?
  13. "No time spent seeking the truth is wasted." That drew a momentary ghost of a smile from Tiberius. "Words worth remembering. Your father was a wise man." And wisdom could come from many directions. Not just Caesars and Consuls, but medici and even the average man on the street. Tiberius was no gormless innocent, but he was open to learning from many directions. One would be foolish to ignore the wisdom offered. Did he suspect another cause? Maybe. "There are some who say that my father was poisoned." He acknowledged quietly. "I do not know about Darius, but virtually all those who had a motive were killed either in the purge, or in the aftermath." So he didn't think that would explain Caesar Quintus, unless there was another poisoner, which was possible. "Then again, there are many who see the Caesarship as a seat of power rather than responsibility, so it would not have to be the same person." It was something that worried him; at the same time, all three over such a period of time seemed less likely. But never impossible. But Theodorus had made a point about families. Again that thoughtful look crossed the younger man's face as he traced the familial lines in his mind. "Quintus Caesar is my mother's brother, and my mother also died of an unexplained illness." He acknowledged thoughtfully. Though there was some doubt; she'd updated her will when she fell ill and some whispered it might have been some form of suicide. "Darius was her son with her first husband Honorius." So there was that connection. Junus was assassinated so they would never know whether he might have been affected. "So that theory holds weight, until my father Claudius, who was unrelated to my mother's side except through myself and my sisters." But what if Claudius had been poisoned, but the Flavii-Alexandrii carried some illness? "One supposes that it could be a combination of both causes." The young man acknowledged quietly. But if his mother's family - also his brother Titus's family - carried an illness, what could they do about it? "Is there anything that one can do to mitigate an illness, if it travels within a family?" He asked, voice steady as he tried to hide any hint of desperation. This was something that he had not heard of before, and it gave him hope for a cure. @Chevi
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