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Another Roulette is upon us! Pulling from the OG roulette thread: For those of you who do not know what a character-prompt roulette is, or is need of a refresher, it is a randomly selected coupling of TWO characters. Thus opening the possibility of characters that otherwise would not have found their ways together in a natural sense. What's new you might ask? Well, this time around you'll be giving me a number between 1 and 17, what this will corespondent to will be revealed in due course. And colour, (pick red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple, violet < got changed to pink) again - it's purpose will be revealed in due course. For now, however, all you have to do is sign your character/s up with the following sign up template, and there are no limitations to how many characters per person that can be signed up. And the more the merrier. Characters will be listed alphabetically, we'll make sure you're not paired with yourself. Use the following code and please tag me, @Anna, so I don't miss you! Character - #1-17 - Color - Player

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A popular thing going around most rp sites these days, dev boards allow a writer more freedom to flesh out the tidbits of a character that aren't often included in the application or plotter. As mentioned in the board description, these places traditionally include in-character related things like mood boards, date trackers, quotes that befit the character and other in character writings that have no other place to go on site. And then some. To request yours, follow this link and remember to tag me at @Anna so I can set up a board for you!

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It wasn't a rare thing to spot the Augusta roaming the streets of the great marketplace, all in a desperate need to get away from home. It was not home itself that she longed to be free of nor the people within it, however, but deep down there was still a little girl who spent most of her life in the confines of a villa. Living in exile for crimes she had not committed, but still her existence was deemed too dangerous to be allowed by someone else who rose to power by the bloodletting that occurred when her father and mother were killed. Yet anyone looking at the woman as she moved from one merchant stall to another, she wouldn't come across as someone who lived in luxury. As a Queen. Her face was bare of makeup and she wore no jewelry. Her hair was in a simple style, held back and away from her face by a leather strap at the nape of her neck. Wild curls threatening to undo the bindings. Fingers stained with ink, as always. Her clothing was simple linen, and while marked her as a proper Roman matron, she had nothing on her to mark her as the Augusta. Accompanied only by her ladies, but none the less protected from anyone that might do her harm. Cauaria, tall and broad - a former shield maiden before sold by her family and sent to Rome, was ever watchful of those who interacted with the Augusta and her ladies. The first of which now found a fabric stall and had begun to negotiate for bolts of fine linen and silks. Many projects to be done. The linens would be clothing for the poor and while the silks would be turned into tunics for her husband and sons. "Come, ladies. There are many places left to go" She said softly after she was done there, stepping out into the busy road once again. Weaving her way in and out of the mass of people. There was chattering and life. And while the smells off the busier part of the city was left much to want, Drusilla loved it, she loved the sounds of the people talking and clattering about. It was easy to get lost into, and yet she knew her way by heart, for she had made her way across the line of merchants many times before. Yet, suddenly her path was blocked and she glanced up from rummaging through her back. "Pardon if you would, I need to get to get the inks." She said softly, hoping she would be heard by the other person who had apparently planted themselves in her path and was, and she knew it was ridiculous to think it but, seemingly refusing to move from it and let her through.

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-snagging Europa-

-lays claim on Petronia Scribonilla-

Anna ~ staying ~ keeping: Bardr, Cornelia Scipionis, Horatia Pulvilla, Julia Drusilla Augusta, Maecilia Aelia, Pinaria Lucretia, Titinia Novelladropping: n/a

Welcome to the first AC of the 2020, this round is going to be a quick, short and sweet one. The next AC will be a little more extensive, as this is just more of a roll call. All that is required is post the template below, and nothing else will be needed. You have until the 20th, 11:59pm Eastern time. Player ~ staying/going ~ keeping: <characters or n/a> dropping: <characters or n/a>

Maecilia Aelia 21 | 1 February 55 | Equite? Senatore? | Housewife | Heterosexual | Original | Florence Pugh Personality. Aelia has a bold personality, one that is a bit larger than life and at times, exacerbating for her family to put up with. Though, it is to be commented, that bold personality she has keeps her husband in firm check. She is a girl that has always known what she wanted and what her destiny would be even if she had to conform and work hard for it in order to gain it. Some might write her off as a gold digger because of this, but as she told her dear Tiberius in their early courting stage, she always knew she would be the one that married up. Marcia would marry for love, Gaia for intelligence and dear sweet Lucia wasn't long for this world. And in truth, she doesn't care if polite society sees her that way. She had a goal, she met it, she doesn't love her husband any less because he was a means to an end. However it would be ill advised to mistaken her boldness and self assurance as coldness or callousness. She loves her family. She has done everything, for her entire life, for the betterment of her family. She lives for all of them - her husband, her daughter, her parents and her sisters and if the gods so told her to do so, she would die for their sake. Losing Lucia was the hardest thing she ever suffered. It was harder than childbirth. She'd be damned if she has to entomb another family member before their time. Appearance Aelia, as many men during her seeking a husband days as has commented, is a pretty girl. Petite, plump in all the right places thanks to motherhood, sweet of face. She boasts dark golden hair and kind blue eyes. She has good hygiene and strives to maintain it, even in the filth of the eternal city. Bathing frequently in the domus' private baths. She wears slight make up, mostly rouge and some color to her eyes and lips. Her hair is kept in style, woven in braids or curled depending on the occasion. She dresses according to her station, favoriting whites and yet at the same time, colorful gowns. Blue is a favorite on her by her husband's standards. She has a fondness for jewelry. Family Father: Marcus Maecilius Tullus - Alive Mother: Aelia Tubero - Alive Siblings: (all older) Maecilia Marcia - Alive Maecilia Gaia - Alive Maecilia Luciana - Deceased Spouse: Tiberius Furius Luscus - alive Children: Furia Lucilla, 3, daughter, alive Tiberius Furius Luscus Minor, newborn, son, alive. Extended family: Lucius Maecilius Tullus - grandfather -deceased -something- Gaia - Grandmother - alive Maecilia Lucia - Aunt - Deceased Manius Maecilius Tullus - uncle - alive Marcia's husband and children Gaia's husband and children Other: History Aelia's life started out simply, and to be truthful, remained such. She was the forth daughter and last child between her parents, her mother becoming barren during her delivery. Thankful, despite the knowledge of what four daughters would cost in dowry, her father was happy with the four daughters the gods had presented him. Aelia was named after her mother once it was certain that the child would live and soon enough, the little family settled into routine. When she was seven, her schooling to be a proper Roman wife began. She would learn all that was needed, and then some as she was a bright girl and insisted on more than just gardening and weaving. But she did love the latter, often finding and discovering new techniques she didn't know of to make more beautiful samplers. She was an artist in such ways. However she knew she couldn't be a dreamer, that someone would need to marry high for the betterment of her family, it came well apparent when her elder sister married a man who had little to his name besides what he gained from his infantry pension. And Gaia had turned down the only man she ever showed any interest in for the desire to write. Perhaps Gaia and Tiberius were too much alike ... dreamers of grandeur of something more ... despite having known each other for most of their lives. Causing Tiberius to go away from them for years. However, time has a way of bringing things back to you. When Aelia was officially on the market, her aunt took her under her wing. Pouring money into a wardrobe and jewelry that made her appear more eligible than just a simple soldier's daughter. During this time, she had caught the gaze of not only a richer, older man but of Tiberius as well. Her old friend, and her life long crush if she was honest, had floundered in Gaia's rejection. becoming lazy and Aelia could not help but judge him harshly for it. Eventually leading them to fight and bicker about her expectations of him and his newly found desire for her. They would come together when her sister, Luciana, passed away and the rest would be history. They married and 40 weeks later, give or take a few days, a daughter was born to them, named in honored of her late sister. In the summer of 76, she is delivered of a son named for his father. ANNA | CENTRAL | PM OR DISCORD note - husband is from the senatore class, she's equite idk where she goes XD.

Titinia ran her brothel like she ran her domus - a tight first and the best the world could offer her for what her money could provide. She often had first pick, fresh off the boat or wagon, of new slaves that came in. Pretty things that could rival the gods in their beauty. Sweet, seductive voices that lured both men and women into her establishment. Servants that were kept under a firm thumb. Saturnalia had passed and the establishment had returned to the normal way of things. Her husband and his business partners often venturing in at random times during the day. But it was still early enough for his dealings not to bring him in, seeking his wife's attention. And the poor worker that currently held her attention was being scolded for clumsiness before she finally let them leave her sight. She felt someone near, another sweet voice filling her ears as she turned her attention to the noble woman who had entertained her just nights ago. Asking her if she remembered her. A bubble of laughter left Titinia, her expression turning from puzzlement to flirtatious as her eyes danced over the figure of the woman before her. "Salve," She purred out, her lips twitching in a smile, "How could one forget being visited by Venus herself?" She asked, indicating she did remember her before raising her hand in silent offer to lead the other woman to a more intimate place. @Gothic

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The games came around again, and Rome flocked towards the grand Colosseum as they always did for such excitement. Men and women, not all in their prime, were fighting below in a twisted show to entertain the masses who screamed and cheered. The imperial box was starting to fill up with family and those that had influence within the senate. Drusilla did not share her young son's enthusiasm towards the 'games' being played down below. The violence and bloodshed was more suited for a battlefield, not for entertainment. At least that was her opinion, one she would keep to herself for now as she sat beside her husband. Listening to the lesson he was trying to bestow upon Drusus at that very moment. And keeping an eye on the child in case he decided to run off and away from them to get a closer look. Or worse. A sigh, matching Quintus', left her and she leaned forward, tugging her boy back by his clothing and into her lap. "Listen to your pater when he's trying to teach you things, little one." Her voice was soft, just above a whisper, but it was not scolding as she felt the excited child struggle against her hold for a moment. A huff leaving him before he surrendered as she ruffled his hair fondly and cast her husband a fond smile, "I would suggest a rope around his waist to keep him near, but people might get the wrong idea." she jested lightly, sighing once more but in frustration as Drusus left his lap to try to scale the edge again to see the fighting. @everyone

There were no gods for him to pray to, none that he remembered. None of his life before slavery, none during his childhood years as a companion and later on house servant. While others began to grovel in front of their idols, Bardr did not. Instead he stood ready. To live or to die. Ready to place the crowd enough that if he was given another day upon this earth, he would leave the audience well entertained during his match. Hearing the command that it was time, he approached the center of the arena. His steps slow and steady, firmly heading towards their destination. He was dressed like a typical gallus. Helmet hiding his face though, and his hair a long braid down his back, wrapped in leather to keep it secure as he fought. All one could see, if they were close enough were his eyes. Staring at his opponent across the way. An older man with something hollow about him. Giving his opponent a nod, he shifted into a battle ready pose, his body eager for it all to begin.

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