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  1. Marcus Eppius Parthenicus 38 | 7th May 36AD | Equite | Dominus Factionis Album | Bi | Canon | Guy Henry Personality. Goes here. Appearance (Talk about their height, skin tone, etc.) Family Father: Narses (birth name) Eppius Parthenicus (5BC-61AD, aged 66 at death) Mother: Roshanak (Hellenised as Roxane) (b. 16AD, age 58) Siblings: Darius Eppius Parthenicus (35); Vashti Eppia (30) Spouse: TBD Children: TBD Extended family: Grandfather Timaeus (Tahmasp) (51BC-22AD, aged 73 at death) Various relations still in Parthia Other: History Rome and Parthia have been enemies for a while and despite Mark Antony's campaign of 40-33BC resulting in a loss for the Romans, overall, the Romans brought back several captives to Rome. One of these was a young man by the name of Tahmasp, sold into slavery as Timaeus. The Parthians being known to be a people skilled at working with horses, Timaeus was bought by the then-leader of the Whites racing faction. That skill was well deserved as Timaeus won enough races to be able to buy his freedom, and a comfortable (although not large) house, and marry and start a family. His son Narses continued in his father's footsteps, by choice rather than compunction, serving as the Whites' trainer, working his way up through his career to become the head trainer, and working with both the horses and the charioteers, determined to get the best out of man and beast. Narses' son, born Mithridates but taking the name Marcus in preference for his Roman friends and because Parthia by now really had very little claim on him, and he had less interest in Parthia (except as the home of fine horses and finer horsemen), likewise worked at the Whites racing faction, starting as a young boy and eventually working his way up by skill and connections to become the leader of the faction - and with that professional step came a step in social and political circles as he was promoted to the ranks of the equestrian order. 36AD - born to Narses Eppius Parthenicus and his Parthian-born freedwoman wife Roshanak (Roxane) 39AD - younger brother Darius born 44AD - sister Vashti born 46AD - begins working at the Whites' stables as a stableboy 51AD - given chance to break in and train a pair of horses for the bigae, the two-horse chariot race (which was of lesser importance than the four-horse quadrigae races because less skill was needed on the part of the driver) 52AD - drove in his first chariot race, coming third 53AD - came first in the skilled four-horse quadrigae race 61AD - his father died, leaving him as the paterfamilias leading to his decision to dedicate his time and skills to training 66AD - Elevated to head of the Whites faction 70AD - Elevated to equestrian order Sharpie | GMT | PM or on Discord
  2. "Yes," Aulus said, shifting to pull his tunic off to make it easier, before reaching for the rest of the bread as he leaned forward. "You don't have to be perfect. Pretty sure anything will be better than nothing." Felix had done incredibly well in his new role so far, even before he'd realised this was his new role, probably - certainly Aulus had only just confirmed it for him, anyway, and he'd set the tent up with pretty much everything Aulus could possibly require, at least for now. He leaned forward to make it possible for his slave to get to his shoulders. Even the worst massage in the world would be better than the stiffness that had set in over the last few hours of poring over maps and plans - it had maybe even set in over the last few weeks, or longer, with all the tension. It wasn't as though he'd been able to go to a bathhouse and make use of the services provided there, after all, not once he'd been forced to leave Rome. Truly, Felix had been well-named. He had absolutely hit the jackpot when he'd selected the man to come with him, and would have to remember to sacrifice something to Fortuna to show how grateful he was to her. Felix was proving to be worth his weight in gold, though Aulus wouldn't sell him even were he offered such a price. @Chevi
  3. May 75AD Circus Maximus Aulus had changed seats after his conversation with Gaius Fabius Maximus had come to an end, and found himself sitting next to a woman he recognised as belonging to gens Cornelia - one of the Scipinones branch, he thought. More importantly, though, she was the wife of Quintus Sulpicius Rufus, whose brother had ended up joining him on his flight from Italy a decade earlier. "Good morning," he said to her, being polite. He had moved to sit by her; it would be unforgivably rude to ignore her, especially as she was related to friends of his. "I see you seem to have been lucky in your betting so far - pity about the Reds' shipwreck earlier." It had been rather a spectacular crash, with the Blues' driver pulling ahead and cutting in on him, forcing him into the spina which rand down the middle of the Circus, forming the centre of the oval race-track. He had bet on the Whites, who had come in second after the triumphant Blues, a team he did not think anyone had really expected to win that race, the driver being a new man and therefore an unknown quantity. @Anna
  4. It was not a formal meeting, for one thing, and it was far too hot to be draped in several yards of fabric for another, so Aulus had opted for a white tunic edged with braid and a pallium in a complementary shade of green. The walk from the Piscina Publica to the Palatine was not, thankfully, far. It was steep, however, and Aulus found himself grateful that his most recent posting had not been to anywhere as flat as Germania Inferior - Raetia had kept him fit enough to tackle Rome's hill on foot. The house was imposing, although not as imposing as the Imperial Palace. It had belonged to Quintus Caesar before he took residence in the Imperial Palace and as Aulus was shown into the atrium, he could see signs of its former ownership, although the current owner was beginning to make his mark on the decor and feel of the place. "Octavius," he said, crossing the broad expanse of the atrium floor (polished marble, very nicely done) to greet his friend. He was looking forward to just catching up and finding out the political atmosphere of the city, and doing so in the cool shady environs of his friend's home. "This is a sight quieter than the amphitheatre, I must say - and cooler, too." @Gothic
  5. Sharpie

    Teutus at your service

    Love it! Can I ask what the font is?
  6. Aulus eased his shoulder once the breastplate was removed. He'd arrived here without a shred of uniform or equipment to his name, and had been found enough to stand up in, that fit relatively well, as well as being assigned to a tent of his own (for which he was more grateful than Quintus Caesar probably realised), yet he was unused to wearing armour, or he'd grown unused to it over the last few short months. "I don't suppose you're any good at massaging stiff shoulders?" he asked, setting the goblet down and tearing off a piece of bread and suddenly discovering that he was ravenous. Felix seemed to be pretty handy at most things, or was quick to learn things he'd never had to do before. Aulus hoped he'd be able to offer a decent neck-rub, but wouldn't be too surprised if he'd found the first thing Felix couldn't do. "I daresay you'll learn from the other slaves in camp, too," he added, swallowing his mouthful and helping himself to more. He didn't somehow think that Felix would turn out to be the gossipy type, but Aulus wouldn't begrudge him friendships among the other slaves, having dragged him away with no warning from the friends he must have had in the Calpurnius household. @Chevi
  7. "Hobbies, sir?" As if any of Tertius Quinctilius Varus' slaves would be allowed hobbies. Teutus was very much aware that he was one of the most privileged slaves in the house, and he did appreciate the time to get out and about during his errand running. "I like going to the libraries, sir, though I can't borrow anything. But I can read things while I'm there, and the staff don't seem to mind too much. And the baths, of course." He shrugged. "And just exploring Rome - it's such a big fascinating city, there always seems to be something new to find." The dark-skinned man had really not said very much at all to Teutus, yet he already seemed a much easier master to read than Teutus' father did. And the slave with him seemed well-fed and well-clothed, content with his lot. The Fates were queer old biddies, the way they picked and chose who ended up where, in Teutus' opinion. He wouldn't have minded a master like this. But then, there were parts of his real actual life that he did like - such as looking after Antonia, and taking her out to places (with Tertius' permission, of course). @Gothic
  8. Well, Rufus was generally pretty good at keeping out of trouble, although he knew as well as anyone that no slave could remain out of trouble for long if a free person were determined to get them into trouble. Still - thankfully - this did not seem to be the sort of household where that was normal, common or even expected. He wasn't the sort of person to go sticking his prick into anyone who took his fancy, either, so that should be easy enough. Although that thought brought another, more troubling question, to mind. "Will the master require any... more personal services of me, sir? In bed?" There were reasons that his old master hadn't, of course, but those reasons didn't exist here in this house. It wasn't as though he would mind (he certainly couldn't object) but if he was going to end up serving in that way too, he would at least like to have prior warning that it might be required. He liked the household, what he'd seen of it; he certainly liked and appreciated Atticus' help and the fact the other man was letting him ask questions, and was even answering them. It remained to be seen whether he really had fallen on his feet in being purchased by this master, into this household, but he was feeling optimistic about his future here, and that couldn't be bad. @Gothic
  9. Well... I'm not male... I don't think I'm as patient as Rufus and Teutus, nor do I have the leadership/command abilities of Aulus.
  10. "Of course." Do you consider yourself to be lucky?
  11. There was a difference between watching people when you didn't want to be obvious about it and let them know you were watching them (because it would be weird and uncomfortable, especially if it got out that Teutus was a slave, after all!) and being told to directly observe someone right in front of you actually demonstrating the movements deliberately, expecting you to watch and copy them. Teutus hadn't been able to figure out quite how the legs and arms moved together but being able to see properly was a big help. It made a lot more sense than the splashing sort of movements he'd done before, and although he wasn't the most coordinated person there, three strokes the new way definitely took him further than half-a-dozen strokes the way he'd been used to. "Is that," he began, got a mouthful of water and tried again. "Is that better, Domine?" He didn't think he would ever be a strong swimmer, but swimming at all put him ahead of most people, he thought. @Atrice
  12. Volusa was still getting used to telling others to fetch whatever it was the mistress wanted - yes, there were times she went herself, but not when it came to bathing and having something to eat! She returned the mistress' other palla to its home and fetched a gown for when she had finished bathing - something light and comfortable that she could relax in - and busied herself carefully removing all the jewellery that Claudia was wearing, returning it to its box. It had been a long day, but a far more interesting one than when Claudia remained in the palace all day, though it wasn't over yet for Volusa, not by a long way. She took the tray of food that was brought in, setting it within reach and pouring a goblet of wine for her, stepping back silently when done, unsure whether she was dismissed or not. @Gothic @Atrice
  13. Sharpie

    Joining forces

    It was a perfectly reasonable thing to admit to; Aulus was well aware of the effect sea-travel could have on even the most hardened of souls. "I can't say that I know anybody who precisely relishes sea travel," he said with a shrug."But it's quicker and cheaper - and overall less dangerous - than trying to make the journey overland. On balance, I think the discomfort worth it - but you may not, and there's no shame in that." Well, he wasn't going to shame anyone for finding that their stomach rebelled when they were standing on the deck of a ship out on the water, after all. He was not in command of Titus Sulpicius Rufus - was not in command of anyone save his own slave, who probably had never really seen the sea, let alone looked on it as a method of travel he might be expected to take. He didn't feel all that comfortable himself on the deck of a ship, but travelling the Mare Nostrum had to beat travelling the far colder rougher waters that separated Gaul from Britannia. He added Salona and Dyrrachium to his roughly sketched map. "It is entirely up to you which route you choose," he told Titus. "Tarsus is a port of some magnitude, at least, so it is possible that we are more likely to find a ship headed there than to many other ports, except perhaps Corinth, but that would mean a trip through Greece, which is more mountainous than many other places, or finding a second ship to head onwards." He looked at he slave. "I was unaware your mother was from Achaea. Do you speak any Greek, at all?" @Chevi @Liv
  14. I have a million threads, I really shouldn't be thinking of taking yet another character!

    1. Gothic


      Ooo, what kind? 😄 

    2. Sharpie


      Torn between the faction leader of the Whites, or a lower-down charioteer for them.

  15. Came across this stunning 3D walk-through of a computer recreation of Hadrian's villa at Tivoli...
  16. Aulus had long preferred the chariot races to the gladiatorial games, so was rather looking forward to today. The races weren't going to start for a while, so he didn't feel too guilty about excusing himself from his family when he heard his name called; it was always good to socialise, renew old acquaintances and forge new links. Who knew what relationships might be useful in the future, after all? "Fabius Maximus," he replied warmly, extending his hand. "How do you find yourself these days?" He was not altogether convinced of the other man - he had a wife and a mistress under the same roof, and Aulus had heard one or two rumours (probably slaves' gossip and therefore not at all to be trusted) that the other was somewhat under the thumb of one or more of the women in his life. He had also started out later than most on his political career, but Aulus was not inclined to blame him too much for that; the civil war and its aftermath had thrown a lot of careers, and a lot of lives, into confusions. He sat down in the offered space. His wife and children had seats further along the row, and Aulus would join them in a while - Titus was looking after his sister most assiduously, and seemed very determined to save Aulus a space next to him. "I have to say that I am glad the Circus is much as ever," he said, returning his attention to Gaius Fabius. "Do you come here often?" @Brian
  17. Well, now, there was a question and a half!! Teutus couldn't remember the last time his father had had a woman in his bed - he couldn't remember the last time there'd been a woman in the house attractive enough for Tertius to consider wanting to take her to his bed, even. He was fairly sure that where Tertius had taken someone to his bed once, he'd do so again, but saying as much to Charis would not be helpful, not now. "I don't... I don't know," he admitted. He'd only really known Hector to have any appeal for Tertius, but he didn't particularly get on with the blond-haired boy, for obvious reasons. "I wish I did. I wish I knew what to say, even." Apart from 'suck it up, buttercup' - but that would be unhelpful and downright cruel, even, and whatever Teutus was, he wasn't cruel. Not like that. Well. He hoped he wasn't, anyway "Are you all right - did he hurt you?" Physical hurts, he might be able to help. Anything else... Well, probably not, after yesterday. He was surprised she'd even approached him, considering how quickly things had cooled yesterday, for no reason that he could really put into words. @Sara
  18. "You went drinking with a friend?" When?! It certainly hadn't happened in the house or Teutus would have known about it much earlier. He unfastened the cloak he was wearing and put it around her shoulders; the day would heat up, but not for a while yet - but her shift was thinner than his tunic, he thought. She'd be warmer if she dressed, but he wasn't about to suggest that she do so here, not in front of him - even if he turned his back, she wouldn't want to, probably. "Our wine is very strong," he said neutrally. "It should be mixed with water." He didn't suppose she had thought of that, still being unused to Roman ways. He said nothing to her declaration about hating Tertius - what was there to say? Teutus himself had mixed feelings about the master of the house, after all, how could he condemn anyone else for feeling strongly about the man? Especially if he'd ordered Charis to his bed as Teutus thought he had. "Is there anything I can do?" he asked instead, wishing for Charis' sake that she'd ended up in a different household with less complicated relations between master and slaves. It wasn't like he could say anything to Tertius - for one thing, Tertius had been well within his rights as paterfamilias, and for another, Teutus didn't want to risk even the uncertain future that had been promised to him. @Sara
  19. "Ah, some," Teutus said, trying not to notice her bare legs - her nightwear was about the same length as his day-wear. From what he could see in the twilight, she looked dishevelled and somewhat wan - had she slept at all? "I think I can guess," he added, quietly. "Hector slept in the dormitory last night, and you didn't. Did m- the master, uh...?" He nearly said 'my father' and then couldn't quite bring himself to finish the question. He knew more or less exactly what went on between Hector and Tertius, but putting it into words was another thing entirely. Not that he could really blame Tertius - Charis was pretty, and sweet, and innocent, and just didn't have the self-preservation instincts of someone who'd been a slave for as long as Teutus or Hector - or any of Tertius' other slaves. "Are you alright?" he asked, wishing he knew what to say, what to offer. He wouldn't have minded sleeping with Charis himself, although under perhaps different circumstances, which meant probably never - but he couldn't deny his attraction to her. He squashed it; it had absolutely no place here, in this conversation. @Sara
  20. Teutus had come out to the garden in the pre-dawn chill for the simple reason that he'd woken early and didn't really want to be around when everyone else woke up. He was half-way to the bench where Antonia Varia had sat the day before when they'd had that light=hearted conversation with Charis that had taken such a bad turn, when he suddenly realised that he wasn't alone. There was someone else there. He pulled his rough cloak tighter around his shoulders and hesitated, half-turning to retreat and leave the other person alone when he realised who it was, and saw that she did not look happy at all. Perhaps he should just leave her, especially after yesterday and... whatever had gone wrong. He couldn't just leave, not now, not if there was anything he could do to help. "Charis?" he said softly, thinking she might well prefer to be left alone, or speak to anyone else at all. @Sara
  21. “It seems you’re not very familiar with it at all.” No - really?! Teutus bit his tongue before he said something in reply to that that he would regret. Of course he wasn't familiar with it; even Teutus wasn't given so much peculium that he didn't notice spending the as that was the usual entrance fee to the baths. Teutus rarely had much choice about anything in his life, whether that was taking Antonia Varia somewhere, or running errands for his father that Tertius wouldn't entrust to anyone else. "I would like that, Domine," he said quietly, that choice a much safer response than the hastily swallowed sarcastic retort he hadn't made a moment ago. See, Father, I can make choices, when I'm allowed to. @Atrice
  22. "You need to be drunk to dance the way you British do?" Teutus asked, amused. If that were the case, it explained a lot! Charis reached to the roses she had just pruned, trimming the thorns from two of them before putting one in her own hair, behind her ear before holding the other out toward Teutus himself. "Do think Teutus needs some decoration, domina - cheer him up?" He froze, about to say something, before she recollected herself and dropped it, as though stung, going pink. "You should be careful who you flirt with, especially in this house, Charis," he said quietly, neutrally, picking the rose up to put into Antonia's hair, ignoring that the pink rose in her copper hair was not a good combination - a yellow rose, perhaps, but not the pretty shell-pink that this one was. The atmosphere had grown brittle and Tuetus was not sure how to bring it back to the lighthearted gaiety of earlier. Nor was he entirely sure he wanted to. He had begun to feel the stirring of attraction for the pretty British girl, but could not - would not! - act on it. Right now, he could only have a relationship with a slave woman, and any child born of that union would remain a slave, and he was not going to do that. Nor did he feel like trying to explain that particular set of complexities to Charis. Easier to ignore it. At the mention of her schoolwork, Antonia sighed, as if arithmetic was the greatest burden anyone could ever suffer, but made no protest as Teutus opened the wax tablet. @Sara
  23. The sound of a sturdy stick against the bars of the cage made Rufus startle and he turned, getting to his feet. "Yes, sir - I had just finished," he said, though that was perhaps stretching the truth a little. "Really. Well, as you seem so keen to waste time chattering, perhaps you'd like to put your mouth to good use doing something else." Rufus was not stupid and knew exactly what was meant by that - but right here, by the caged slaves who had no idea what servitude to a Roman could mean? Of course he meant right here, it would be a pretty little demonstration of just what their future lives might entail. Rufus was no stranger to the act - but it wasn't one that every slave ever had to do, and he was definitely too old to be the sort of pretty boy that most Romans thought of when they considered taking a male to their beds. He'd escaped that by being (probably) his old master's son, and now being older - but a slave dealer's hired muscle would take what he could get when he could get it, and Rufus wasn't ancient. "Wouldn't you like somewhere a little more private, sir?" The other man laughed. "Squeamish, are you? Come on, we don't have all night." Rufus shrugged and shifted position, stepping a little so that the other's own body would hide precisely what was going on - he didn't know why, he just wanted to shield Erea from the realities of this life as much as he could, though it probably wouldn't help her in the long run. The floor was hard under his knees, despite the strewn straw, but it didn't take long - he though the overseer might have found a corner to give himself a quiet moment with his hand, if he hadn't spotted Rufus. It was a stark contrast with the last time he'd done this - and the memory of his master's winter visitor was, overall, a much nicer thing to think about than this place. It was over quick enough and he was allowed to get to his feet to retrieve the water bucket, giving Erea a smile before he returned the bucket to its place, taking a mouthful of water for himself, and finding his own assigned spot. He just hoped he caught the eye of a decent master who preferred his other skills! @Sara - and I'm done! Thanks!
  24. "I've just returned from Raetia - I had the governorship of that province for the last four years," Aulus said. If it sounded like boasting, that was hardly his fault; it was nothing more than the truth, after all. He had begun his own political career at the expected age, and attained every milestone political rank at the expected age, more or less - even with the rude interruption of a civil war. "You'll no doubt be looking for a quaestorship now - or am I behind with things? What is your next expected step?" His own would hardly be a surprise, of course. To attain his consulship would be a great achievement, and doubtless it would lead to another governorship as proconsul somewhere after that, too, or perhaps command of a legion (or both, such things were possible, after all). "Alhough before I forget, and get thought unaccountably rude, allow me to ask how your family is," he added before the other could begin to reply. @Mord
  25. It had been another day, another Senate meeting, another long discussion about things Aulus really (in all honesty) cared little about, personally, merely taking an interest in things because it was expected of him, because it was the right thing to do, because who else would govern the Empire if the Senate abrogated its responsibility - and if everyone felt as Aulus did and did not attend the meetings they should, then civilisation would crumble. imperium rested with Quintus Augustus, naturally, but he required advisers, and nobody could presume to advise unless they knew about the matters their advice would be required on. Anyway, it was the duty of a Roman to put Rome first, his own opinion and feelings on the matter notwithstanding. Aulus twitched his Senatorial toga straight, so that the fall of fine wool over his left arm showed its broad purple stripe to best advantage and turned to the exit, to collect Felix and find a cup of wine in a caupona somewhere. The senator between himself and the outside was a man of bout his own age, but who hadn't started his political career until quite late, although he had had a promising military career, ended with a bad wound which he had been recovering from when Aulus had taken his own (aborted) first political step. "Junius Calvus! It is you, isn't it? How do you do - I don't think I've seen you since... it must be four years ago." @Mord
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