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"The Grumpy Cat of the Staff team, avoid at all cost" Hi, I'm Anna. I'm a staff member here at AERO and you'll probably find me lurking the dark and shady corners of AERO! I have many interests so if you want to know what they are, just ask.

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Horatia Pulvilla 34 | OCT 30TH, 41 AD | FEMALE | PATRICIAN | WIFE | STRAIGHT | NINA DOBREV Personality. At first glance, most people would sum up Horatia as a poise, intelligent, polite young woman. She is, in fact, very much all of that. Her parents raised her to be just that, to be a poised, intelligent young woman of gentle upbringing. And it is befitting to her place in life and society at the side of a senator as his wife. She's a very quiet person, often preferring the quiet company of a good scroll or the gardens to the noise of other people and gatherings. If forced into a large gathering she much rather sit off to the side and study those around her, trying to gain as much knowledge of their ways from their emotions. Since old enough to babble, she was her father's daughter ... a poster child for the term "daddy's girl". Her father, during his living years, encouraged her greatly, and has left his mark upon her ways. More so than her mother. Her relationship with her mother was strained early on in her teenage years and now is at the near non-existent point. Her quiet nature works against her most of the time, leading her to be door-matted due to her unwillingness to start up trouble. However, she is as stubborn as an old mule at times, especially when crossed over something she holds dear to her heart. Which leads to her being very defensive when it comes to her family, mainly her father. Resulting in an explosive temper. When this side is flared up in her, she speaks her mind and rather forcefully does so. She doesn't hold back, even if the one on the receiving end of her temper is someone she loves. Motherhood has not changed her much over the years. She is not overly demanding of her children and she finds that it works best for everyone involved. She is perhaps a more doting mother than society calls for, but she considers them her greatest work and she treasures them deeply. And she's instilling her love for learning into each of them as they grow.  Appearance Horatia inherited her father's warm coloring, with light to medium beige complexion, warm brown eyes and hair to match. Very typical for a Roman beauty. She is of a delicate beauty, with a slender nose and large expressive eyes. She wears very little makeup, even as the laugh and worry lines are slowly easing into her expressions. Her hair is soft, and as mentioned rich brown in color, falling to her waist in a gentle wave when released from the braids and curls her personal hairdresser puts it in. She tends to keep her styling simple and elegant with that as well. Preferring simple braids and buns over intricate braided curls. The same goes for her style of dress and jewelry. She prefers to follow the trend, and avoid the limelight by not making the trends. She is petite, but four full term pregnancies has added to the slight curves she's had since her youth. Family Father: Gnaeus Horatius Pulvillus, Deceased Mother: Licinia Luculla, Deceased Siblings: Gnaeus Horatius Pulvillus Minor, Deceased (Hours after birth) Spouse: Appius Cornelius Scipio, Alive Children: Appius Cornelius Scipio Minor {b. 60}{Alive} Gnaeus Cornelius Scipio {b. 60}{Alive} Cornelia Appiana {b. 64} {Alive} Lucius Cornelius Scipio {b. 67} {Alive} Cornelia Horatia {b. 76} {Alive} Extended family: The Cornelii-Scipionis - Through her husband The Sulpicii Rufi - Through her sister-in-law, Cornelia The Flavi Alexandri - Distant - through her husband and sisters-in-law The Licinii Luculli - Through her mother The Imperii Acuelones - Distant - through her great aunt's marriage to Titus Gurges --- Various nieces and nephews through her sisters-in-law, Decima and Cornelia --- Cousins through her maternal connections Other: household slaves and such History Horatia was born, much to her mother’s displeasure, the first and only child between Gnaeus Horatius Pulvillus and his wife Licinia. She was not a wanted child in her mother’s eyes. Born of the wrong sex, when she had so wanted to give her husband a son. There would be no little siblings to follow her. No brothers or sisters and not a great deal of cousins. To make it worse, she had been a twin, her brother dying hours after their birth. Since she was old enough to form mere babbling noises, she was her papa’s girl and grew up as such. She was a bright but quiet child, excelling in her lessons. Seeing she had letting distractions this wasn’t very hard for her to do. She kind of liked the silence in a way, she had no-one else to fight for her father’s attention. The father daughter relationship grew steadily, her father often using her ears as his unwavering confidant whenever the woes of the senate was to much on him. She learned much from him in those young years, probably much more than what she learned from her many tutors. Her mother however had very little do with her growing up. Almost treating her like a pebble in her sandal. When she was quite young still, before the age of ten her grandfather passed away. Placing her father as head of the family and firmly securing his seat in the senate. Something that trilled Horatia, she always enjoyed seeing her father happy. It also marked another turning point in her parent’s life. Where the marriage was just for show. As she grew into a young teenager however she noticed her marriage between her mother and father was not that of love and if anything, very little respect or admiration. They were married just to be married. That put the fear of marriage in the girl. She didn’t know why, it just did. Her father thankfully held off the idea of her marrying until much later into her teens. The first attempt was made when she was 17, a son of a traitor. It wasn't a very long relationship. He was shipped off to war and would later lose his life there before plans could be finalized. Ultimately, it did not hurt her ways that she probably thought it should then. Her father reached high with the match he aimed for next, a cousin to the Augusta, from an ancient family. She found herself getting along well with the young Appius Scipio. Marrying in 59AD, she quickly fell pregnant with what she thought was their first child. The truth of her twin brother finally coming to her knowledge thanks to the birth of their twin sons. Named for their grandfathers, both gone from this world, the later Gnaeus only months prior to his grandson's birth. Horatia struggled, admittedly, with the extra burden of a second child added to the one she had believed she was only expecting. Her body would heal slowly overtime, but the further pursuit of a third child was held off with the unexpected turmoil that had developed into the Civil War. She, along with their boys, were sent away from Rome with her sisters-in-laws, her husband heading off to side with his cousin in the east. Life after Alexander's win and raise to emperor found Horatia gently. A daughter born the year following brought her to the realization she had succeeded in her teenage wishes to not have a marriage that was cursed by Juno, that she had not become the shrew her mother was. Appiana was a small little babe, doctors fearing that she would not last the month, let alone her first year. It was the gods will that decided to prove them wrong. Though, her little girl would never be one of robust health. The couple settled into a marriage that was built on mutual trust and affection, and a few years later would see many changes. Her husband went to work, hard, in order to restore the damage to his family's name by his brother's whims and his uncle's plottings. Having risen to the family's paterfamilias as the eldest living of his clan upon his uncle's death. Horatia, ever in support of Appius, continued to be a homebody, feeling that her place was at their home. Content with raising her children and venturing out with other mothers her age. She bore her last child months before the great Annthea took her last breath. Another son, named for her husband's late brother. Not as a way to honor him but in a way that perhaps, husband and wife had both thought, that their son would be destined to do better. However, his delivery proved difficult. Leaving her to be confined to her bed and rooms for months. Often waking up to her eldest boys snuggled to her side, deep in sleep. It would be years before she attempted to try for another child, only for it end in miscarriage as the second decade of Alexander's reign dawned 76 sees the birth of the daughter she had fought so hard to conceive, potentially rendering infertile afterwards. OOC Name | TIMEZONE | CONTACT

Pinaria Lucretia 26 | JUNE 2ND 50 AD | FEMALE | PATRICIAN | NOBLE LADY | STRAIGHT | SARAH BOLGER Personality. Precocious from a young age, the stress of civil war and traveling has somewhat tempered and soften the stubborn, vibrant personality of the young woman in question. The more she exposed to politics, the less she likes it and the greater her desire to lead a life beyond hills of the city she was born in. There is a modest vanity about her, especially in the way she presents herself as a member of her class. She's not elitist, nor does she have a snobbish attitude with those ranked lower than her. However, she knows how to tread the class lines well and when not to cross those lines. However, she does sometime slip from this betterment of herself, allowing her to fall into the social snobbery of her ilk when she finds herself displeased by a slave or a lower class citizen. Her temper however is slow to rise to a boil, she is her father in this sense. She prefers calm conversations to work drama out over yelling and screaming and making a scene. She can be a bit of a people pleaser, and does have a liking for attention when she knows she has deserved it. She has some attachment issues when it comes to the people she loves. She lost her mother before she even knew her, and all she does know of her is the perfume she wore, and the mosaic likeness in what was once her mother's favorite room. The closest taste of having a mother came when her father was briefly remarried. The lack of her mother and the divorce of her second mother, along with all the deaths from the civil war that had recently raged, has placed a small fear inside of her. She's terrified of losing the people she cares about, thus making her very clingy to them. She has a fondness for animals, and her father amused it often gifting her small animals ranging from birds, domesticated canines and felines. And her brother and husband continues the tradition now that Publius Major has passed on. It is her only demand and the only chances either truly gets to spoil her. Marriage has soften those demands, however, with the inclusion of children to her new little nest. Motherhood and being a wife has slowly began to refine the precocious and spoiled child she once was.  Appearance A proper daughter of Rome, she keeps her look simple and clean. Preferring the favored white, even when dressed down in tunicas while at home. She dresses as she portrays herself, modestly. Womanhood has not yet stolen her youthful figure from her. She is petite and slender. Waifish in appearance. She looks fragile of bone and holds an elegant stance. Her skin is clear and pale, however, this is not done without care. She has normal scars from a playful childhood, but nothing unsightly. Soft brown hair crowns her, styled in the latest fashions. She prefers very little makeup and keeps her jewelry simple and modest. Family Father: Publius Pinarius Natta - Deceased Mother: Lartia Gaia Siblings: Pinaria Natta, Sister, Deceased Publius Pinarius Natta [Minor], Brother, Alive Pinaria Lucilla, Sister, Alive Pinaria Livilla, Sister, Alive Pinaria Gaia, Sister, Alive (played by Atrice) Spouse: Marcus Aemilius Scaurus Alexander, Alive Children: Aemilia Scaura, stepdaughter, alive Aemilia Laeliana, b. 70, daughter, alive Publius Aemilius Scaurus, b. 72, son, alive Gnaeus Aemilius Scaurus, b. 74, son, alive Aemilia Lucretia, b. 76, daughter, alive Extended family: - Siblings spouses and children. - cousins - in laws Other: Body and cosmetic slaves History --- Born in the summer of the year 50, her birth would coincide with two deaths in her family; her mother's and her grandmother's. The matriarch of her father's family passing an hour before her birth, and her own mother's an hour later. Watchful eyes and prayers to the gods rained from the lips of the family as they waited for the small girl child to either be taken to her afterlife, or to live. She lived. And was named after the grandmother and aunt she would never know. --- Her father remarries and Lucretia is nothing but smitten with the older woman that is now her mother. Annthea, for their short time as mother and daughter, did exactly what the union had hoped for. It gave a motherless girl a mother figure to look up to. They promised to remain in contact after Publius and Annthea choose to divorce as the shadow of the forthcoming political storm hung heavy over there. Things however did not pan out as the young girl wished. For Annthea's quick remarriage to Marcus Scaurus felt like a betrayal to Lucretia. --- Her family retreated from Rome during the civil war, her brother heading east to join Quintus Alexander at her father's bequest. In the year of the civil war, she would experience her eldest sister dying from childbirth ... along with the premature niece that she failed to deliver alive. --- 63 saw Alexander returned to Rome in triumph and her family eventually did the same. A little more scared and bruised than before they left. The death of their eldest weighting heavily of the siblings. Lucretia did a lot of growing up in the years after. Losing her childlike ways to make way to the young woman was destined to be. Correspondence with Annthea would once more pick up between the two and she fell back under the aging woman's wings. --- But death would come for the family once more, the winter of 65 was harsh, and sapped her father of his strength. After a bout of pneumonia that he could not overcome, the patriarch of the family passed away. --- After her year long battle with illness, Annthea dies in the year 67, leaving Lucretia devastated at the lost of her mother-figure. As equally so as Annthea's blood relatives. She mourns the woman greatly but however is in the dark of Annthea's last demands upon her son, Laelius. --- In the fall of 69, she weds Laelius, or as he known by now Marcus Aemilius Scaurus Alexander. It's a good match, despite their age difference and the couple settles happily into the quarters assigned to them in the ancestral home of Laelius' birth family. She takes to calling him Alexander because 'Marcus feel funny' on her lips when addressing him. -- Delivers their first child in the year 70, a daughter to join her stepdaughter. The couple is overjoyed at the birth of a healthy child, regardless of its gender. They name her Laeliana whenever its proven she is healthy and robust. And perhaps just a bit sooner than traditional called for. Neither parent cares. -- Allows her body to rest for most of 71 and finds herself in the inner circle of the Imperial women, especially the younger ones as she bridges the gap between the ages. -- Lucretia once again falls pregnant in the early spring of 72 and by the last month of the year, she bares a son. Whom is promptly named after her father, Publius. Whom she lost many years prior. -- Spends the early months of 73 recovering from the difficult pregnancy, Publius was a hefty baby after all. -- The fall of 74 sees the birth of a second son, named Gnaeus after Alexander's birth father. -- 75, recovers and removes herself mostly from the limelight to focus on her children - however remains a constant companion to the Augusta and the imperial princesses. Falls pregnant again in latter part of the year. -- Is delivered of a daughter on her own birthday, whom is named for her mother promptly by Alexander in 76 AD. Anna | Venusian | PM or Discord

Titinia Novella 32 | OCTOBER 30TH 44 AD | FEMALE | EQUITE | BROTHEL MADAM | BISEXUAL | MERVE BOLUGUR http://www.olay.com.tr/d/news/39097.jpg Personality. From her childhood, Titinia had proven to be a cunning and intelligent girl. Quick witted and sly. A lack for conventionality. Her father wasn't sure where she got it from, it certainly wasn't from the stubborn, stoic man that had provided half of her genetics. And her mother was the kindest, most soft spoken woman that could be found in Rome. It would be these traits that prove to her husband that his little wife as more than just a typical Roman wife. She is also a caring, compassionate woman when she needs to be. A doting mother, an attentive brothel madam. She takes care of the brothel's workers as lovingly as she does her brood of children. This loving compassion extends to her sisters and their children as well. Marcellus and their loves know another side that isn't shown to the rest of the world. The passionate lover who has more than her fair share kinks to go with their playtimes.  Appearance There is nothing remarkably pretty about Titinia. She is not plain but at the same time, no poet would ever write praise about her beauty. Her tan complexion offers some hints of foreign influences on her bloodline, and following her mother's line back you will find the mingling of Egyptian in just that. She is of dark hair and eyes, the first of which falls to her waist in gentle waves of black silk. Her status does not provide her the best of the best, however she has become an expert at making what they can afford look just as good. In the warm seasons, it's not uncommon for her style of dress to be nearly sheer and weightless, heat was never a friend to her and the lesser and thinner the fabric she can get the better for her. Family FATHER: Marcus Titinius Novellus - Alive MOTHER: Fabricia Nigra - Dead SIBLINGS: Titinia Marcia - 28 Titinia Fabricia - 26 SPOUSE: Marcellus Severus Minor- leader of The Syndicate CHILDREN: five, ages range from 2 to 10 EXTENDED FAMILY: OTHER: The Slaves of the Domus Venus, along with the workers. History --- Titinia is born to Marcus, a harden military man who bought his way into the equestrian class, and Fabricia in the wee hours of October 30th, in the year 44BC. Her father is not pleased with with his daughter's birth. --- Nearly two years and one still born child later, Titinia is joined in her nursery by her sister Marcia. Once more her father is not pleased. Two years later, yet another daughter who would be followed by countless miscarriages and stillbirths --- She began schooling, what limited schooling she was given, at the age of seven. She was a bright child, and soaked up the knowledge given to her with the desire of wanting more. - Her mother dies when Titinia is 13 and her father began to seek marriages for his daughters. Meanwhile Marcus had began to rack up debt with the Syndicate to fund his own spending. The rest of her teenage years went by rather smoothly. There was no further upset. --- Around August of 63 AD, she marries the leader of The Syndicate gang to pay off her father's debts to the gang, a fair trade in his mind to get rid of his worthless daughters. Its a hard early start of a relationship to a man she never met before, and it strips down a good bit of her bubbly personality. The wedding night and the night following borders on rape. --- Forty weeks to the day of her marriage, in 64, Titinia gives birth to her first child. A son to be named after his father. The couple's relationship improves significantly and they begin to trust each other. --- By their second anniversary, the couple trusts each other fully. Her husband having found a sharp witted mind in his young bride. He hands her over the books to Domus Venus with the request to keep them up for him and his gang. She does so without hesitation or questioning. --- Spring of 66, another child arrives to the couple. It's another boy. Her father stakes claim to the second of his grandsons as his heir and therefore the child was to be named for her ungrateful mess of a father. Marcellus steps in and names the boy Titinius instead, after the boy's mother. It is enough to please Marcus who does not realize the slight. --- Spends the year healing, and in agreement began to take various contraceptives to hold off becoming pregnant once more. Titinia throws herself into the management of the brothel and raising their two sons. Having no qualms about raising her children so close to such debauchery. Over the next few years, she becomes protective of her girls and boys at Domus Venus, and began to set aside money to help improve the workers health. Marcellus complains but eventually gives into his wife's plan. The partnership of husband and wife does not lay well with a small portion of the Syndicate. Marcellus' right hand puts an end to the mutiny quickly. --- The Summer of 68 arrives with the birth of twin boys, their father's very image. She would fall pregnant once more and was delivered safely of a daughter, her first, in 71. ANNA | CST | PM OR DISCORD

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DEC73 Laugher poured out into the streets surrounding the Domus Venus, the inhabitance of the brothel having a merry time as they all celebrated the festivities of Saturnalia. The doors were open, welcoming all those that ventured into from the streets. Common and noble alike. Fees were waved and her boys and girls held the right to refuse service if they wished. After all it was the time of year when all social norms were abandoned, and the Venus' lot had a little bit of say so thanks to the approval of their lovely Madam. Titinia, herself, lounged on a sofa near a firepit for warmth. Tangled up in the blanket she had draped over herself. Eyes watching her boys and girls as they made merry. The Lord of Misrule running around playfully terrorizing some of the newer members of the 'household'. Her laughter mingling with the others as she sipped at her wine, before placing the goblet down to pour more for herself. She noticed figures hovering at the entrance and instantly her hand raised up, beckoning for those curious to come. "Come, fine patrons." She called out, her tone melodic. Her smile charming and welcoming, "Come!" She said louder. "Enjoy the fruits Domus Venus has to offer."

Saturnalia information taken directly from History Saturnalia, held in mid-December, is an ancient Roman pagan festival honoring the agricultural god Saturn. During Saturnalia, work and business came to a halt. Schools and courts of law closed, and the normal social patterns were suspended. People decorated their homes with wreaths and other greenery, and shed their traditional togas in favor of colorful clothes known as synthesis. Even slaves did not have to work during Saturnalia, but were allowed to participate in the festivities; in some cases, they sat at the head of the table while their masters served them. Instead of working, Romans spent Saturnalia gambling, singing, playing music, feasting, socializing and giving each other gifts. Wax taper candles called cerei were common gifts during Saturnalia, to signify light returning after the solstice. On the last day of Saturnalia celebrations, known as the Sigillaria, many Romans gave their friends and loved ones small terracotta figurines known as signillaria, which may have referred back to older celebrations involving human sacrifice.

(Pinaria) It was Lucretia's first event since her son had been born, having listen to her midwife and physicians to limit most of her public outings until she had regained her strength. Tonight, however, she knew she couldn't get away with not being at the banquet. She was dressed simply. The favored pure white, simple fine jewelry. Her soft brown hair was curled and braided, arranged in a simple style. She stayed outside of the gathering crowd, who barely gave her much thought and suited her. She was seeking her husband when Caesar and his family arrived, and all attention turned to them. It was, as she noted, good to see them together. Though, in truth, in the years since her marriage to Quintus' youngest brother she had seen more of the Augusta and the young princess and princes than she had seen of Caesar himself. She was about to take a step forward to greet them when she felt a familiar hand on the small of her back. "Husband..." She murmured fondly as she stepped back into the touch, her attention swinging fully to her husband now.

JULIA DRUSILLA AUGUSTA 34 | JULY 31ST 39 | FEMALE | CAESARINI | AUGUSTA | DEMISEXUAL | BEREN SAAT Personality. At first glance, Drusilla comes off as soft spoken and mild mannered, a person who is willing to please those in authority over her. A trait that surely comes from the years of being in exile and locked away from Rome and it's intrigue. It often leads people to take her for a fool. Which they quickly learn, she's anything but. Honey attracts better than vinegar, after all. In truth, she is astute, honest, determined, and passionate in all things. With a clever, intuitive mind and ability to speak convincingly and warmly in order to get the outcome she wants. When it comes to the people of Rome, whose welfare she feels has been shared with her due to her marriage and as part of her birthright, she finds herself altruistic; compassionate and selfless. With a drive to better not just the capital city but to have her charity bleed out from Rome and into the outer reaches of the empire. Happy citizens mean a happy empire, in her mind and experiences, and she often voices her opinion either positively or negatively on matters of state that could cause discourse throughout the empire. Something she is not afraid of doing even when it is her husband's plans. Motherhood finds her to be a doting, caring mother. Even from the start when she an her husband was in their courting state, she took to his children and the orphaned Tiberius and Claudia as if they were already her own. And to a lesser extent, the twins haunted elder sister, Flavia. Yet, at the same time, she holds them to her heart with a firm, guiding hand. Pushing not only them but her own son to think independently, to have a strong sense of ethics and morality. She also thrives to be the ideal wife, though she knows she fails at times. She is not perfect and would be the first admit that it wasn't love at first site or even first month when it came to her life with her husband. However, it did get there eventually. They are well suited for each other. Appearance Neither plain nor extraordinarily beautiful, Drusilla is still of an elegant beauty, who holds herself with much grace and poise. All the while staying with the current trends and even leading a few of them amongst the ladies of the Empire. However, like her ancestress, she prefers the color white for her officially outings as far as her clothing goes. And only wears more vibrant tones in a more relaxed atmosphere. She, since her youth, prefers very little jewelry to be warn, finding too much to be some what garish. Her squarish face is crowned with a glorious mane that, when released from the braids and styles it is put in every morn, falls to her waist in a curtain of soft dark hair. Which had darken from the dirty blond she had when she was a toddler. Her eyes are of a hazel color and are expressive of her emotions. She is of average stature for Roman woman, barely touching 4'9", where as her figure is fit but with slight curves and only made more so with the late pregnancy of her son. Age has only started to show its hands on her, laugh lines can be seen in the right light and situation. Like jewelry, make up is only worn when needed and she is a believer and practicer of good hygiene. There are a few blemishes however from scraps and scratches from when she was a child. Family Father: Gaius Julius Caesar Augustus Germanicus, Deceased 41AD Mother: Milonia Caesonia, Deceased 41AD Siblings: Spouse: Quintus Flavius Caesar Alexander Augustus, Alive, Married early 67AD Children: by birth Drusus Flavius Caesar Alexander {alive} {b. 67} step-children Titus Flavius Caesar Alexander {alive} {b. 57} Flavia Caesaris {alive} {b. 61} Tiberius Claudius Caesar {alive} {b. 57} Claudia Caesaris {alive} {b. 61} Extended family: Inlaws Other: House slaves History Being born the daughter of Caesar should have held its perks in Drusilla's life, but the Parcae had trials that the wished for the young daughter of the man known as Caligula. The first year of her life, which she fails to remember, was lavish as accustomed to her station. However, it was not meant to be. Her father, plotted against for many reasons, had met his untimely death at the sword of Chaerea and the Praetorians that sided with him. And only a few hours later her mother would meet the same by a tribune sent. But the child whose 'brains he knocked out' was not her. A loyal slave having hid the girl during the chaos and bloodshed, only to be revealed as still living once Claudius was secured. Who 'kindly' placed her in exile, relocating the toddler outside the city of Rome, with a household chosen by him. Those he knew he could trust with her raising, as well as their loyalty to him. There she would remain. It was as charmed as any gilded cage could be for a little bird. Tutors were sent, lessons and schooling was given. History, philosophy, anything and everything to fill a bored child's head. A bored and lonely little girl who had no playmates her age, and a house full of people who would only warn her to not be like her father or her mother. To be a good girl. To hold her temper. To bite her tongue. There was little news beyond the walls of her little world. Not that she cared at such a young age. But as she grew into a young woman, things changed subtly. Her allowance was raised substantially, her housekeeper could afford better things for the villa when sent out on shopping day. With the heavier purse came letters from Rome. A Lucilla Augusta. No one in Rome, let alone Caesar's wife, had ever taken interest in her and she poured her heart out to this mysterious woman; parchment by parchment. What first was monthly correspondence soon became weekly. Eventually offers came as well. Did she need anything? Did she want anything. She never asked for her freedom, she never asked for anything for herself. Just warmer fabrics for the winter, so she and her ladies could suffer the crisp air better, or fresher fruits when they were in season. But the letter that came to her in 56 was not received well. Her guardian had been assassinated, much like her father had. Her friend's son had risen to Caesar. There had been nothing in Claudius' will to pardon her and Darius had ambitions of his own. She had fallen to the wayside, like many political wards had with this Caesar. Letters from the outside world came less frequent. Her exile continued well into the next round of Emperors. She had written her condolences to Lucilla over the lost of her son. Expressing them wholeheartedly but there were soon secrets she had been given insight on. Her friend was not well. And then one day, she found herself without that connection. Lucilla's last letter to her attached to that of a scribe's who promised to do what they could to continue with word from Rome. But those letters were never as personal as the ones she had received for nearly a decade. And she had been inconsolable. Just as she had been when news came that there was no move to pardon her from her exile. In the spring of 63, a day which Drusilla thought would never happen, her lifelong exile had finally been lifted. Finally after living the last three or four years in fear of the unknown. Of the civil war and of being remembered that she existed. In truth, she was surprised that a man had not been dispatched to end her. Even if she had no plan of ever challenging the current regime, the fear still remained. She was of the Julii, after all. But no man came, and she was finally free to move beyond the boundaries of her villa. But she was nearly a pauper, having made the decision to discreetly sell what she could to keep her household in comfort. She was brought to Rome by a man named Octavius, she did not know it yet but this act set in motion the next chapter of her life. Having became fast friends with her 'savoir's' wife, she soon stepped into Roman society. Finding names from the old letters she kept tucked safely away, becoming friends with those names. She was finally free, and despite her twenty odd years of exile, she flourished socially thanks to her newfound status. A group of women flocking to her side, relatives to the young Valeria. It was through her new found connections that she would be pushed into the sights of the emperor. They were married in January, and she quickly found herself a mother to be, at least in the traditional sense. Quintus had children already, along with a ward. She would learn from them the ways of parenthood as the months went by waiting for her son to be born. But the year of 67 was not an easy one on the family, the great matriarch of her husband's family suffered with bouts of illness almost from the start of the year, passing merely a month or so before she was to deliver. Drusus arrived in the prime of Autumn, with healthy lungs and robust constitution, heralding new joy into an otherwise grieving family. By summer of the next year, she had taken under her wing many charitable endeavors. Filling her free time with wholesome work. She had a dream, after all, had it since her exile was lifted from her shoulders. First it began by testing the waters, to see if the people would be accepting of her endeavors. Temples, other historical buildings and their upkeep and renovations came first. Eventually organizing relief efforts for natural disasters that had struck the empire after her marriage to Quintus. At the dawn of their sixth year of marriage and her being Augusta she began another project closer to her heart. Seeking out old uninhabited villas, she began planning out orphanages and schools for children who had lost parents in both the aftermath of the civil war and those misplaced by the flood of 70 and the eruption of 72. Anna | Venusian | PM or Discord

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Cornelia Scipionis 35 | 27 October 37 | Senatore | The Viperess of Rome | Bisexual | Canon | Natalie Dormer Personality The youngest of her immediate family, Cornelia was often indulged and spoiled as a child by those who raised and nurtured her. Her father, guilty for her mother's death, gave into her every demand and her aunt, seeking another daughter to teach, held her at her bosom as tightly as she would her own. It did no good for the woman's personality growing up and to be honest, age did not temper it. It only refined it. At the surface of the woman known as Cornelia Scipionis, one would find friend or foe, depending on what they were seeking. To the foe, she is callous and cold, waiting to strike at one's moment of weakness or distraction. A hidden snake in the grass. A game of latrunculi, if you would, played against an opponent so adept that either you lose, or you go down with her if she must take the sacrifice. To the friend; never would there be a more loyal comrade to be found. Far more passionate than she is romantic, Cornelia however remained somewhat loyal to the man she married. Intellectual affairs aside, she stuck to only having the occasional female lover, vowing to her husband that she would never take another male into her bed. And yet, she cares deeply for him, despite it all. Companionship grew to friendship and she would dare say, waking up to him holding their youngest daughter, she knew then she had finally fallen in love with him. Her mind and eyes wander less since her aunt died, having finally learned to use the shoulders and arms offered by her husband as her strength. He and their children alone see the softer, more fragile side of the woman. The last decade has seen Cornelia soften in her once bitterness towards certain members of her family. Less incline to blame her father and eldest brother for their shortcomings in regards to the family, she learned to embrace what they did instead. Her father was a great warrior, her brother a skilled politician; in turn she vowed to herself to teach her children both sides of each coin. The death of her Aunt damn near shattered her heart, and perhaps that was the reason she slowly began to forgive two men for leaving the rest of them in the place they hold in the world. She is softer in her tongue and more giving in her affection, her children are her life's work. And she would guard them for as long as she could like the venomous serpent Annthea had nurtured. Appearance Standing in at just a few centimeters under 5'0", she is of average height for the typical Roman woman. Boasting a slender frame that, thanks to age and motherhood, is not as waifish as it once was in her youth. Her skin is fair in collar, and slightly tans when exposed to long bouts of sunlight. However, due to being that easily burns, she avoids long series of such. Age has not yet taken a firm hold of her beauty, which is more striking than classic. A triangular face has helped her keep her youthful looks for far much longer than she had anticipated. However, if one was to look closely at the rich brown hair that falls to her waist in gentle waves, one would notice that a few strands of gray has begun to work their way in. Her most alluring features would be her eyes, as her Quintus would say, and they are very pale and the color of a clear summer sky, all according to the man she married. Her makeup varies on the occasion, and yet she is never without it. It is not that her complexion is bad, it's actually quite clear and without many visible blemishes. And only when she is in full laughter do the laughlines begin to show. However, it is her vanity that demands it. As one could possibly tell, she is a vain creature. The makeup however, is lighter during the day, opting often for a more natural look while becoming a bit more vampish in the evening time, especially if society comes to call. Her jewelry varies as well, simple when in more relaxed company to elaborate when the occasion calls for it. When it comes to fashion, it all depends on where Cornelia is at along with the level of comfort she is in. At home, she dresses down into simple tunicas or chitons and paired with a palla; all made of fine, soft cloth for comfort and in an array of colors that compliment her complexion. Beyond her home, she submits to tradition, favoring the whites that became so popular thanks to Livia during the time of the Augustus. While a stola is seldom present at home with just her husband and children, she wears it with pride as a married woman. On some occasions she does done one that is vibrant blue or scarlet. Elegant sandals and sikyonia embas adorn her feet whenever she goes out and about the city, either to visit family or just outings. While at home, she goes either barefooted or pads around in slippers depending on the weather at the time. Family FATHER: Appius Cornelius Scipio Germanicus {deceased} {d. 48} MOTHER: Tullia Lucilla {deceased} {d. 40} SIBLINGS: Lucius Cornelius Scipio Dacicus {Deceased} {b. 26} {d. 57} Cornelia Decima {Alive} {b. 29} Appius Cornelius Scipio {Alive} {b. 34} SPOUSE: Quintus Sulpicius Rufus {b. 32} CHILDREN: Quintus Sulpicius Rufus Minor {b. 60} Appius Sulpicius Rufus {b. 62} Sulpicia Rufiana {b. 64} Sulpicia Annthea {b. 68} EXTENDED FAMILY: Horatia Pulvilla {b. 41} {Sister in Law} {Alive} Appius Cornelius Scipio Minor {b. 60} {Nephew} {Alive} Gnaeus Cornelius Scipio {b. 60} {Nephew} {Alive} Cornelia Appia {b. 64} {Neice} {Alive} Lucius Cornelius Scipio {b. 67} {Nephew} {Alive} Vibius Licinius Nerva {Former Brother in Law} {Deceased} Lucan Nicodemus Victorianus {Brother in Law} {Deceased} Vibius Nicodemus Victorianus Licinianus - {b.53} {d.62} {Nephew} {Deceased} Licinia Aureliana - {b. 54} {Neice} {Alive} Lucian Nicodemus Victorianus {b. 58} {Nephew} {Alive} Nicodema Victoria {b. 61} {Niece} {Alive} Marcus Cornelius Scipio Minor {uncle} {deceased} Marcus Cornelius Scipio Octavianus {cousin} {d. 63} {deceased} Marcus Cornelius Scipio Denter {b. 35} {cousin} {alive} Cornelia Aemillia {b. 40} {cousin} {alive} Lucius Cornelius Scipio {uncle} {deceased} Cornelia Julilla {b. 19} {cousin} {alive} Publius Cornelius Scipio Orvitus {b. 40} {cousin} {alive} The Flavi Alexandri Paternal cousins through father's sister Cornelia Annthea The Sulpicii Rufi In-laws and other relations through her husband OTHER: personal guards and household slaves History The youngest living child of Appius Scipio and his wife, Cornelia was doomed to grow up without her parents. The pregnancy along with her birth was an exceptionally hard one her mother, causing the matriarch to go into confinement for the second half of her pregnancy due to nearly miscarrying her in the fifth month. Tullia had often wondered if her youngest child was meant to be the death of her. Her death would come three years later, but it was not Cornelia's coming that did her in, but another's. A younger sibling who went still in the womb and became septic. Her mother passed, refusing the treatment without a soul at her side other than her personal slave. Leaving nothing for the youngest of her children to remember her by. As such, her father did the only thing he could do to compromise the youngest of his children; give into her every whim. For her it was scholarly things, endless trips across Rome to her favored aunt's To even staying with her from time to time. Needless to say, she was spoiled for the first decade of her life by the man who had helped create her, only for the sheer reason he had no clue what to do with a young daughter. Sons? That was an easier job to figure out. But soon the realism of the world would come breaking through the childhood illusion that nothing and no one could hurt her pater. The year of 48 AD, she would never quite remember the month her father left them, but news spread widely that Appius Germanicus was assassinated on the Senate floor. Having gone to foil a plot against Caesar, and to name the names the conspirators. However, she would remember her brother coming home caked in the dried blood of their father, his own face white with shock as his body shook with grief. Much to the horror of her aunts and the servants at the sight of him. She only started calmly as the rest of the family around her fell into mourning. Instead she clung to her favorite aunt, and in turn went home with Annthea after the funeral ritual and rights were completed. With Appius going with them. The matriarch of the Flavi Alexandri claiming that Decima was too young and too new into her marriage to care for her younger siblings. That Lucius was too deep in shock of what he had witness. The years following was spent at her aunt's bosom, as the woman nurtured the young girl and molded her into a shape that befitted Annthea. With that came even more schooling, more precise than before as she grew alongside her brother and the younger sons of her aunt's brood. Which pleased the young Cornelia greatly. Having always been the avid young scholar. Philosophy and politics intrigued her. Even if they weren't the proper lessons for a young noble lady. Between ages of fourteen and sixteen years, the young woman would unknowingly lose two betrothals. The first to illness and the second to falling outs between the family of her intended and her uncle. Annthea would take the matter of her niece's future husband out of her brother's hands and into her own while allowing the girl to continue with her learnings. With her brother, Lucius, on top of the world; Cornelia and Appius' whims were also given into by their eldest brother. The two younger siblings desiring to spend a year abroad. Well, more like an aggravated aunt tired the lovesick fool of a brother that had become her dear Appius. It was also to spare of the tensions that had grown between their eldest cousin and their eldest brother for years. It was an action for the best. While they roamed the expanse of the Empire, one villa after another, they remained clueless to what was happening in Rome. Only receiving news of Lucius betrayal and suicide. Cornelia hated him for his failure, spat upon his memory and of the mess he made of their name. Lucius had dishonored their father, she would say to Appius, hushed whispers over goblets of wine in the early mornings. Pacts made between the two siblings that never again would they be in such a place. They returned the following year, still tainted by the blemished Lucius had caused, but they had their own duties to fulfill. In the fall of 59, she saw herself get married, where father and uncle had failed, her aunt had succeeded in securing her a good match, and unlike her sister, she found herself to be happy within it. It wasn't necessarily love, but it was convenient which eventually grew in to a deep friendship and admiration of one another. And in the summer of the following year, she presented her husband with the first of their four children. A boy to be named after him. The calm before the storm, she would later call it. As a child and well into her own adulthood, she was close to her aunt's side of the Scipio offshoots than she was with her uncle, and in September she found herself at her aunt's side as Annthea's only living daughter passed from an unknown illness. And over the following year she watched the world they had come to know slowly crumble under the feet of power hungry men. Marcus Minor failed to see the dawning of 62, Cornelia putting him out his misery in a slow death by poison. In the year 62, she was expecting her second child and decided to retreat to the family's villa outside of Rome for fresh air and better weather. Taking with her sister, sister-in-law and most of their children. Decima's eldest son, Vibius, deciding to stay in Rome with his adoptive father, having outgrown both the desire and need to be at his mother's bosom, his male cousins much too small to play with still. The news came on the eve of her second child's birth of the purging that Clemens had ordered. It was not the news of the purge that shook her and started the painful labor, but of her sister's mournful and horrible wail at the news her husband and eldest child had been caught up in it. Simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time. The birth, while a hard one due to the stressful news, was not her undoing. And she had birthed a healthy, squalling baby boy whom she named for her father and brother, Appius. She did not return to Rome right away, only corresponding with her brother, aunt and husband as secretly as possible. And while she had longed for them to be safe at the villa with her and her sisters', she knew their places were with her cousin, Quintus in the east. And hers was to keep herself and her boys safe until she could return to Rome and hopefully be reunited with her husband. When stability finally grabbed hold to the empire, upon the news of her cousin's ascension to the purple, she returned to Rome. Not unlike so many others, celebrating that the tyrant was dead and now they could focus on the dawning of a new era. And she, to aid her grieving sister in picking up the pieces of Decima's now shattered life. In 64, she birthed her third child, this time her much longed for daughter, Rufiana. But unlike the birth of the first two, her Decima was not at her side. The living eldest of the siblings choosing to live beyond the city of a time. The years between the birth of her third child and 67 were uneventful in the life of Cornelia. And in the normalcy settled into socialite lifestyle she had always lead before the turmoil that marred the early years of the decade. An Augusta had been found and as Rome rejoiced, her dear aunt began to weaken. Suffering illness after illness over the months, and willingly Cornelia abandoned her intrigue and webs to become Annthea's most attentive caregiver. The ailing woman would not live long enough to see her newest grandchild into the world, and in her death came a crack in the exterior of Cornelia's shell. A venerable wound that would never heal quite as well as she would have hoped. And in the weeks after she would find herself pregnant with the last of her brood. A little girl, named Annthea once certain she would and her mother would live, whose birth threatened to take the both of them into the afterlife. The call of intrigue, however, did not stay silent for long, and she eased herself back into society once she was healed and rejuvenated from her last pregnancy. Her sister, Decima, ever a constant shadow as the elder sister played the role of merry widow almost too well. Integrating herself into the entourage of the new Augusta. Anna | Venusian | PM or Discord

we can't have nice things Claudia Caesaris early 68 Cornelia's irritability soon melted away as the younger girl greeted her fondly. Before her aunt had slipped into the coma prior to the gods leading her to the underworld, Annthea had made her promise to watch over her youngest granddaughters. As she would have, had her health given her the chance. Especially those in the reaches of the bastard Ursus. And so she promised. "Dear Claudia" She said as she kissed both of the girl's flushed cheeks. She silenced herself as the slaves came in with food and wine, placing them down on a table.. She waved the servants away with a delicate hand, her pale blue eyes raking over her cousin's daughter. Claudia had grown beautiful, came the thought followed with the knowledge that Lucilla would have been proud. However, there was something different about her. Something had changed. The childish youth had been seeming washed away, and at first she worried that perhaps she had failed in her task but the tell-all signs were there that the only change was that her younger cousin was no longer a girl. Instead, nature had made her a woman. She bit back her sigh as she took a seat, waving her hand to over the other to do the same. "As well as to be expected. Pregnancy and I have never been on amicable terms, " She began with a bit of cheek, "And if this one is anything like your grandmother, I will have my hands full." Oh she was certain it was a girl. Even if her mother in law had the delusion that it was another boy. "What of you, dear Claudia?" She questioned, wondering what exactly had brought the young woman to her. Why she hadn't been summoned to the palace instead.

we can't have nice things Claudia Caesaris early 68 Hands smoothed over her stomach, cupping the soft roundness of it as she stared at herself in the large mirror. Her forth child was blossoming within her and Cornelia could not find joy over it. Perhaps her grief was still heavy. But she could not help but find every fault in her appearance and glaringly so. Though Quintus denied seeing anything unflattering, leaving her to scoff at him and his attempts to make her complacent. But she could tell that this pregnancy was putting weight on her unlike the previous ones did. "It'll do..." She said, waving off her beauty slave who would often echo her husbands words. Before long she was downstairs in the heart of the home she shared with her husband and his family, his younger brothers playing with her sons as the unwedded sisters and the matriarch kept her daughter occupied. But it wasn't long for the three to notice her an abandon their stations to come great their mother. No matter the facade she wore to society, she was a doting mother who loved her children with the fierce protectiveness of a cheetah. Greetings were shared as everyone settled back into play, her mother-in-law motioning her to come sit with her. Hours of chatting and snacking would pass before the children finally demanded naps and one by one the family retreated back to their own rooms. Leaving Cornelia in a welcomed peace. A happy sigh left her as she sat back and glanced around at the garden. It was not as grand as her aunt's once was but it was pretty. A slave approached her from the entrance of the home, speaking lowly "Domina, Claudia Caesaris wishes to speak to you. Privately she says." Nodding, Cornelia rose, "Lead her to my husband's office. I will speak to her there. Then have refreshments brought to us." She replied before making her way to the office, knowing her husband would not be home for some time.