Emy

Another day, another suitor coming to call. Her father wouldn't rest until she was married off. But in Safinia's opinion. She personally thought maybe that she should be a little tired from it. Fighting it that was. Yes, some of the suitors that came to call upon her were a little....unconventional within her mind. But they all couldn't be. Safinia watched as those in the marketplace spoke about her but she also saw those women that strolled around and talked about happy they were within their marriages. It gave a little...purpose to Safinia. That maybe she shouldn't try so hard to be a stubborn and difficult woman. After all, she was a daughter of a senator and she was supposed to have this image that was still within society. But however, it also gave her an idea that she'd have to show who she really was as a person. After all, she was a woman of much wit and grace within her system. Plus, it was actually getting exhausting trying to be someone she was not. If she continued on the path she had indeed found herself, she would find herself on a path that could be a possible outcasting or worse. Her father choosing who she marries and she be miserable. (Of course that was also how her mother put it. ) Better to have a choice than nothing else. Safinia finished the dressing process for the next suitor that was to be calling. Lucius Ovinius Camillus. That was the rumored name of course. But she knew that it could change as it could be a whole line of suitors she was to great. But to her surprise, her father had not arranged that just yet. But once she had finished dressing, she found her way to the sitting area as she sat and had a sip of the glass of water that one of their slaves had brought for them. She had an idea on how she was going to do this. Today, she would simply be herself. She would try to go into it with an open mind. Not that she hadn't done so with other suitors. But a couple of them, she bore no ill will towards and she only hoped the best for each of them. Although...she did feel bad for how she treated them. She'd have to make up for it but this was neither the time or place for it. Safinia could swear within the distance, she could hear her father talking and of course greeting. Within that moment, Safinia found herself unprepared and almost spit out the water she was drinking. But within a second, she was able to compose herself before standing up and wiping the water from her mouth. She took a deep breath as she reminded herself to be natural. Normal. Even if she would have to cut and eye roll to her father every now and then. Another issue she would have to overlook. Her father thinking he knew best by speaking for her. But she had a voice and tongue. She would use said tongue to create delightful words as her father would thus find out.

Name: Emy Discord: emy191989#9621

The spring was Marcia's favorite time of the year and on such a day like this, it was good for her and her beloved boy to come out of their home and see her sister and her daughter. Her husband would return within a couple of months upon his latest dealings with his job but he wrote almost every day and it brought her a comfort and it also gave her a moment to remember that he would return home safely to the both of them. But that was the lovely thing about being in a city so near her family, if she and her son felt lonesome, they were always there to perk them up and support them in their time of need. But Marcia was more thrilled at the time she got to spend with Aelia if nothing else. She also was very excited to see and meet her niece. Marcia made sure she and her son looked their best as they wondered through the streets of Rome, on their way to the meeting place for their picnic. But of course,her son was still young enough to be held and she would hold him to keep him safe from the ground. (He had a habit of walking but falling at the same time. ) Marcia would stop occasionally to fix his apperance and smiled. "You look so much like your father. But you'll have my heart. I can see it. Now come. Your aunt Aelia and your cousin wait for us. Show them the little gentleman I know you are." With a gentle kiss on her son's forehead, they continued their walks. Motherhood was the most natural thing to Marcia and she could not get enough of the joys of it. When they finally arrived, there Marcia saw Aelia and her daughter in the distance and she waved right back at them as she walked over to her. "Lucilla is growing more beautiful by the day, Aelia." She spoke to her as she sat down upon the ground. "I"m sorry if we were late. I had to make sure one of your favorite nephews looked his best and on the other side, you know how I love to walk on a spring day." @Anna

Safinia had finished sewing the edge of her latest gown that her mother had brought to her just a plain teal. Teal? Teal was hardly her color. A dark blue certainly. But she had told herself she would make do with the dress she had been given. She wasn't told what it was for until she finished the last stitching. The dress was tried on and an adornment was attached to her head. A headpiece so to speak. As her mother came to inspect, she had smiled upon her. That was when she knew something was upon the suspicious when her mother smiled at her. At late, she had been very much cross with her. Safinia understood her parents wished her to be arranged to a suitor but Safinia was not entirely hopeless. She had the cunning of her father, the beauty of her mother but also she being a woman of her own kind heart. So she was a little opinionated but what good roman lady was not? It would be beneficial to a good ear but she tried lately to not over do it. But back to the matter on hand, her mother's smiles gave her great cause to pause as she looked to her mother. "Mother, you are smiling. Is there news?" She asked her mother as she stood up, letting one of the house slaves fix up her hair. Safinia turned to the lady helping her and thanked her. No news,my sweet daughter but you should look your best. We will have a guest dining with us in the evening. That's when Safinia's smile turned to a frown. The last time she had heard that spoken was another suitor coming to the house. Her mother looked to her and fixed her cheeks reminding her that her father was a senator and thus would have friends who were guests in their home. But Safinia knew her mother's twisting words. Titus Flavius Alexander was the name her mother spoke and with such high esteem that she should be kind and do well to be within her manners. Here it was again. The same battle that Safinia would thus face. But she did feel bad for the man. No doubt her mother and father would talk his ear off. Safinia however, was determined to however provide a bit more voice and thus probably save what would be a disastrous meal. The meal was pleasant but not too bad but her mother's instant talking was enough to make her want to drown in wine. From time to time, she had glanced over at Titus, trying to figure his body language to a topic upon hand. He wasn't an very unattractive man. Handsome of course and she couldn't help but sneak a few glances. But more so to see how much in pain he was at a conversation her mother lulled him into. The poor man looked bored out of his mind. Then again, so was she. There was more a few times that she did try to speak up, try to chime in but more often than not, she was cut off by her father. Did he expect her to keep and be silent? The look of annoyance on her face was ever constant. However, Titus offer of a walk around the garden was like he saved her from an utmost execution. Before her mother could cut her off. She nodded and spoke up. "Yes, I would love to. We've both been sitting to eat for a while. Fresh air will do us good." She looked to their housekeeper/ elderly slave who nodded and joined Safinia as she stood up. She gave a plesant smile as she motioned to the path and started to walk. She would then whisper. "My first apoligies to you for having to hear my mother's constant rantings. Though, I am impressed. You've lasted longer in a conversation with her than any other person." @Hope

Safinia wasn't a woman who knew how to sew. She just knew a good lady or two who did. But the leaves upon her dress? That was her work. She liked to be able to have such the ability to customize something in order to have her own personality shown on display. The colors would be ones she would choose befitting her status and social class. The senator's daughter who was still unwed. But that was not her problem personally. She did try her best, she did. But it was something she thought would be delicately done. She would marry, yes and possibly to better herself but she'd rather have a man who respected her and not just for the arrangement. So maybe that was why she had thought to personalize her dresses in such a way. To show she was still her despite having a father who would stop it nothing in his mission to present her as sociable. As she looked at the new fabrics however, she thought of being a little sneaky and snuck in a couple of dark fabrics. She had the coin for it, why not? The dress could be used as a form of a nightgown within her own private room. A place where she could keep to herself. It was proably the one place where she felt like she could be so. It was such an odd thing about the woman. To pretend in public every so often. But maybe that was why she was doing this, so she could be herself. Not the image that was painted of her. Safinia was a great and wonderful person and lady. She just need to come out of her shell. It was trying but it was what she hoped to do. She turned her head when a gentleman's voice spoke to her. Safinia almost jumped in surprise but she smiled as she turned her head. "I don't think the fabric I hold in my hands would be." She replied but looked around the fabric shop,not to get away but for a recommendation. "But these may.." She walked over to a few fabrics that were majorly colors that a roman would wear out and about. "These might be just. You'll have to ask the shop owner, he should be around somewhere." She looked to the gentleman and saw his clothes were...well not by conventional roman means. "I hope you do not think this an odd question but...are you from Rome, good sir? Or perhaps you're new? In any case, while the shop owner takes his time, I could be happy to help you." She bowed her head. "My name is Safinia Laelia. It is best we are introduced. That way we are not strangers. Who may you be?" @Atrice

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.

MAECILLIA MARCIA 29 | 1 April 47 | Equite | Wife/Mother | Heterosexual / Married | Original | Synnøve Karlsen Personality. Marcia is the oldest of the Maecillia girls. The first born and the wisest. She is not bold in the same way as her sisters Gaia and Aelia are but she still has her ways of making her points across. With kindness and the uniqueness of her brains and cunning. To a certain aspect. Marcia is well known as sweet natured and dutiful. When she was first placed into public for the idea of a match and marriage, she never was one to be flirtatious. That remained even true when she had met the man she called her husband. Blushes came and went with her. Eye looks whenever possible. But never one to be as overly flirtatious as many women her age. But upon reaching her years of maturity, she began to show just how good and proper she is. She is often shocked at behavior she cannot understand. Including her own rambunctious sister, Gaia. In fact, she often would try to reign in her sister's behavior, not to be diskind but to save her before she does something so silly and foolish. She overtime had also become very happy and very greatful for what she has within her life. Right down for how lucky she is to have a husband and son healthy, alive and well. But Marcia wasn't always like this. In fact, Marcia could often had been described as someone who had great avarice within her life. She still classifies this as one of her many flaws. Someone who wished for much wealth and wanted many things for material gain. When she first started to look for suitors, she wanted to see herself as a wife of senatore, even so far as to wish the richest man would cast his eyes or would even want her even without all of the flirtations. But she also saw many other women in the city with the greatest dresses and even the large group of friends, she wanted that. No she craved to have that within her live. She seemed to have it in spades. It wasn't until that Marcia started to learn that the greatest of things wasn't in the material things or even with wealth. It was you had. It was the hard work that it took to get these things. Love. Happiness. Friendships. Even families. Of course, she still over time that she does wish for more for her son and husband. But she tries to put the values of family first, rather than the material things. Marcia is very loyal when it comes to her family. Her parents, her husband, son. But most importantly to her sisters, she loved them all very dearly. Though they may have their differences always, Marcia would always strive to be loyal and true in the best way possible. After Luciana's death, she tried to remain as close as she could to her sisters. But do not confuse the loyality within her heart as weakness, her loyality and love give her the utmost strength. Appearance Marcia was the eldest of her sisters and so, she was first placed within the pathway of suitors. Men would call her a 'gentle beauty.' Or ' a rose that only blossoms within the spring.' But Marcia as a young child was very small, if not dainty within her appearance. But as she grew? She blossomed into what those would call a sweet rose. She does not have a frail complexion but one of a mother of two. Her frame is not thin but rather of a well rounded figure. Having borne a son, her figure before having a child has changed some. What was petite was no plump was still well rounded hips that could provide more children if she and her husband were so lucky to manage it. She has long dark brown hair that reaches down her back. Often in public, it is braided into a long braid that often makes her hair look longer than shorter. But when removed from the confines, you will find beautiful curls that comes with it being tightened for all of those hours within a day. Her skin tone has darkened for a light complexion. Marcia and her family live off of the pension that her husband recieved from being a scholar so no fancy garments are on her. But however, she saves some for a market it day and likes to commission a dress that befits the station. Her favorite color is usually a dark blue as well as the color her husband loves on her. Now when it comes to facial features, Marcia has dark blue eyes of her father as well as her mother's nose. She does have good hygiene and tries to keep up the practice of staying clean while also making sure her son also keeps up with appearances as well. Marcia considers her makeup as sort of a natural beauty. She found ways to make her own blush and rogue if she can. She seldom wears it but when she does, she wears light blush and rouge to bring out her cheeks as well. Family Father: Marcus Maecilius Tullus (Alive) Mother: Aelia Tubero (Alive) Siblings: Maecillia Aelia (Alive) Maecilia Gaia - Alive Maecilia Luciana (Deceased) Maecillia Aelia (Alive) Spouse: ______ ( Name pending) Children: One boy. Extended family: Lucius Maecilius Tullus (Grandfather) - Deceased _________ Gaia - (Grandmother ) - Alive Maecilia Lucia (Aunt) - Deceased Manius Maecilius Tullus (Uncle) - Alive Gaia's husband and children Tiberius Furius Luscus (Brother in law, Aelia's husband) Furia Lucilla (Niece, Aelia's daughter) Other: History Marcia was the first born child and daughter of the family in which would follow four girls within the family. She would come to learn that life wasn't so easy for their family, given the massive dowry that their father would have to overcome. But Marcia would strive to always be humble as much as she possibly could. ( While also having a bit of avrice.) From a young age, Marcia was shown often to be loyal and supportive of her family. She promised her mother and father from an early age that she would always be sure to protect any of the sisters that would come after her. A trait that would always define Marcia was how much she loved her sisters. She would never stop loving them and protecting them. Though they had different interests at heart, they would still always find a way to come back to one another. When she was young enough to be taught, she would be given her schooling on how to become a proper Roman wife. The schooling took Marcia to heart as she did feel she had some avrice and hoped to be better than what the world's position would give her. Marcia would proven to be a woman who seemed to excel at her schooling with showing a true potential, even with the many suitors that came to her heart. Marcia also considered herself a lucky person as she also managed to gain a few friends from a social circle within her means or above hers. She would often be taken in by a senatore's daughter, given beautiful gowns and invitations to gathers in which she could be watched and meet her future husband. That was what it was about wasn't it? But ultimately, Marcia's heart would eventually shy away from wanting to marry to rise above or an equal status that would benefit her. She found herself showing that she could have heart and still remain a good roman wife. That and the fates seemed to have a different idea in mind for Marcia. That all changed the day that Marcia met the man who would eventually become her husband. They had met one day when she was out within the market with her sisters Gaia and Aelia. He had been a man who had very little to his name. It had been rumored he only had an infantry pension. Others said he was a tutor or even someone with the same profession. But Marcia knew the moment she met him that he struck her heart in a way not one man had been able to. His heart and the way he had his manner of life charmed her. Of course yes he was also handsome but Marcia wanted to look beyond that. She did. Eventually they started to get to know one another and over the time that they spent together, Marcia started to slowly fall in love of him. When talk of marriage happened, her father would first and foremost ask Marcia if this marriage and love was what she wanted. As Marcia's heart grew so did her mind. She did not care for being in an above class. She cared for love. Her future husband would have little amount to provide for them but Marcia was ever the more determined they would be able to pull it through. Such odds can overcome and Marcia's heart would never love another she felt. Choosing love, Marcia and her husband would then marry. Two months to the day, Marcia would give birth to their son. While still managing to care for their son, Marcia still tries to run a household while also keeping in touch with her family. That bond would never diminish and thankfully her husband did understand that. Marcia lost Luciana and it was the only time where she would weep so openly in front of her son. But the family bond would always grow above and beyond anything else. Emy | Pacific | Discord

Signing up Safinia!

She shut her eyes as she made it sound like she was offended for her father. Safiana never liked to the fact that when she apoligized, she apologized to the fact that her father was insulted. If that made a small amount of sense. But she felt like things were not going well. That she came across as a brat of a daughter. She wasn’t. If she had meant to be, she was working upon that. “You do not need to apologize.” She spoke earnestly. “Many of us were at fault. But we can move past it now. Better to not focus on the past and more so focus on the future.” It was the same method how she calmed arguments when at social gatherings her father liked to hold. He did say she could ask anything. But what was clever about her question was that she never stated it was about her. Although it could be considered that way. She would not lie and say she was not opinionated. Oh she was. Very much so. But Safinia wanted to know what to watch out for. He was certainly not the first man her father would try to get to know in order to make a marriage alliance. Her question was certainly not for an consideration purpose. She wasn’t even sure if he would agree to it. Especially in the way it was arranged. But alas, with his words, she seemed to understand that she was caught within her questioning. He was smart. That she very much knew. However, the stubborn deep within her made her bite her lip and wonder exactly what in the name of the gods he meant. She curved her opinions as well as the next roman woman. But she calmed when she heard his next words.”I completely understand.” She replied. “I only ask as I know several others have suggested opinionated women are no good. Now the question was more of a curiosity and I never said it was about me. Why nothing of the kind.” @Atrice

Safinia realized she proably didn’t need to defend her father as he could speak for himself. But however, this was not a time for that. She nodded in kindness to him. “Not offended me at all. If anything, the offense is towards my father for….making such a choice.” She replied. She wanted to hope that he would not see their family as one that could not be trusted. On the contrary, her father was a good senator and he did well for his politics but when it came to things he could take to heart, it was still a work in progress. He was so desperate to have her married but she didn’t think he would go through this far. If she could go into another persons mind and try to nitpick and figure what she came across as. It was something she could look upon. It would also give her insight what she could work on. “Defensive is not something I like to come across as. As my father’s daughter, I more let my words defend themselves. But I can understand how it could come across that way.” Safinia did want to come across to the fact she got even more defensive. She could be quite the conversationist. But she came across more as kind. Maybe with some brains as well. A little bit unusual for the roman woman. But could be quite refreshing. Safinia took a sip of her drink trying to think of what question she would ask. That could be one in a legion full of questions. “I guess it is more an obvious question.” She was lying. It was to throw him off before she would ask the next question. It was one she found that every suitor was threatened by her about it. “How do you feel about a woman being opinionated when the opportunity calls for it? Say if it was to help your stances with people or help influence. Not speaking of me, before it comes to question.” It was a slight fib. Yes, it was about her but she was not about to reveal that. @Atrice

EMYSafinia Laelia- HERE

Safinia would have to speak to her father on his tactics. But the man seemed to grow desperate in trying to find her a match. While she was not sure if this was indeed a suitor who would want to join in the race, she thought perhaps it could be a good chance to gain an alliance. You never know when you would need one. But what unnerved her is that her father seemed to lure the other man into a false sense of conversation. It wasn’t a good tactic. She worried for her father. Perhaps it would show he could not be trusted. Which is further from the truth. Her father could be trusted…he just made poor choices sometimes. Now her own reaction could have been painted in a better light. It’s not that she didn’t want a husband. Of course she did. But she would have preferred if it was through a proper ceremony or motive. A letter to her first would have been suitable as well. But she wasn’t surprised that her father would pull this. But with her words it was hopefully to dig her father out of the hole that he put themselves into. Or the one he dragged her into. Safinia thought she could either use the this conversation to drag her father down or lift him higher. Depending how it would all go. She could sense the matter behind his words. “Surely, you don’t think I’m as much of a deceiver as my father. I am hurt by the fact. You wound me. My father is a good man is just…” She paused,trying to think of words. “He does have his own mistakes sometimes.” But she was surprised thusly by the compliment. “When I am allowed to speak thusly and express it, I am yes. I am my father’s daughter. Though I can understand you think I would possibly betray…I have more character. “ She felt like she was thanking him but also was stemming into her kind of defending herself. “Apoligies. I thank you for the compliment. I do not mean to sound defensive.” Safinia nodded towards the seating and said “Sitting would be best, yes.” She then began to take in and digest. How did her father come into contact with this man? But this provided an interesting question. It was the first potential suitor that had a daughter or that was slightly older than her. While she would say she would like a younger suitor, she cared more for mind and personality. (Except for the older older in age. But she highly doubted he was in that age range.) “Well. You do prove such questions. In truth, I am not all sure. You so far seem to be the smartest of all of the potential suitors I have met such far. But I am not sure quite of my answer yet. I have only just met yourself. ” @Atrice

To be honest, Safinia could use a few friends to converse with and give her advice. While she did try to make her own choices, she had her family speaking within her ear. Her mother asking her to ask this way and her father giving stern remarks. So having someone to speak to her besides her slave was always welcome. Plus she knew the lower class woman must be annoyed with her and she didn’t wish it to be. But. She tried. Safinia nodded and two women began to walk. She could hear the familiar sounds of the market and the merchants calling out begging to buy their wares. The market stalls were local but the largest one is proably where she would find the materials she needed for a new dress after all. The ‘best’ according to her father. No doubt to pawn her at the next suitor. But Safinia also regarded it as a dress for the next gatherine where she could show her intellect. One that she was rather proud of. But indeed she knew it would possibly get her into trouble one of these days. She laughed softly at the lady’s question. “I am still ever in the match for a husband and I’m afraid the field had slimmed.” She replied in honesty. Well, it was part truth. Safinia had slimmed the field more so because she got picky and ‘tried’ to scare the suitors off. “Okay so I may have slimmed it. I know I should pick one. But is it so much to ask for a husband that I could find pleasing upon the eyes and within the mind? My father is good as a senator, bless him, but he lacks in happiness for me. “ She sighed sadly as she looked to see more ladies they passed. They giggled. “I think it’s becoming a problem that I don’t know how to stop. Or even figure out how to fix.” @Atrice

Safinia was sure to the fact this could all be just a mistake. She could have also startled the other women by her words. She did regret it. She didn't want to be known for a girl who was a shark. Sure, the rumor was true she did try to scare off her suitors. But only those she felt were not worthy. But she would have to be careful of that. She didn't want to become the lady who had no friends. But it was more so a common knowledge thing to look where one was sitting. But it was an innocent mistake. She nodded kindly to the apologizing woman. "It's quite alright, my apoligies..." She managed to say but the woman already had left. Oh well. She hoped that the lady heard the apology from her. One little correction about herself at a time. "It looks perfectly in tact. Though I think it was just a misunderstanding." Safinia replied as she looked to her own garments about her person making sure everything was in place. She looked to her slave who had already looked upon the fabrics of the market near them. Safinia knew that would be her first stop. This particular slave was a good and kind lady. She knew her colors and fabrics so she tended to value the opinion of her. "Don't let my slave frighten you. She wouldn't harm a fly. Not that I'm aware of..." She shook her head and laughed softly as her slave companion joined them. Safinia didn't wince at the fact her name was said wrong. Common thing really. "Safinia. But it's a common mistake. It's the placement of the letters. But yes, I am she." She just hoped the first words were going to be about the usual gossip about her. She was looking to shed the image, not add more. But thankfully no words would come. She nodded at the invitation, motioning for the lady to stand next to her. "Of course. I could use some company and someone's ear to speak to. You could also save yourself from unwanted grabbings. I am just out in the market for some fabrics. You are welcome to give opinion as well." @Atrice

Hi! -waves- @Atrice - Oh boy that's a distaster waiting to happen lol but he could be a good ally too. I can see her matching his flirtation but not too much to lead him on you know? (Because social classes lol ) But he'd be playing with fire just a forewarning haha