Dev

I know I haven't been around a lot myself but I do like the idea of a reboot. This site has a lot of heavy lore and I feel that it can be very intimidating. Stories end, but new ones always begin. Characters and muses are far more adaptable than we give them credit to being. Edit: I also think you, @Gothicshould do whatever makes you happiest with the site. Ultimately it's your creation, it's you who has put years of your time into it, not to mention the costs, because this platform is costly, AERO should be something you're happy with.

Jullus tugged his thick cloak tighter to his body as he stepped into the cold mausoleum, alone. The stone building making things colder in the October brisk breeze, and his bones ached. Or maybe it was just his soul bleeding into his body. He rarely haunted the places where his family's ashes were entombed. He had no need for such sentiments when he could find traces of his father, mother and even his dead brothers in his young boys, their mother as well ... and the hint of what could have been if the second of this three boys had lived. His living daughter was a corporeal ghost that had been left behind when the purge took her sisters. Just as he did not need a reminder of the second man his mother had wed; for his blue eyes and laughter was well placed in the daughters Natta had littered among his family before leaving them behind. No, it was the truth. He didn't need a cold urn filled with ash to remind him of those people. It was his twin's ghost, however, that he searched and searched for. Finding it in neither daughter nor remaining son. How he longed for her closeness as he aged and took on more and more as a man of his family. Her wisdom spoken over wine and candle light, late hours kept when nothing more was to be done with the day. It irked him how very little time he truly had with her, and how much time life seem to be granting him in his life. He came upon her urn easily, and with gentle hands he lifted it from its resting place. Taking the corner of his cloak he wiped it clean of the collected dust and then the spot where it had rested at among the others. Erasing the ring of dust that indicated that something had been there. Then he placed it back, with reverence. It still didn't sit right to him. That she was ash and he was not, and how much he would have given to have been in her place. "You deserved so much more than this." He muttered, loudly, to himself and the ghosts he could not see. @Gothic

Dev Jullus Flavius Alexander - here Rufia Flavia - here Valeria Maxima - here

Jullus Flavius Alexander - 12 - Yellow - Dev Rufia Flavia - 1 - Blue - Dev Valeria Maxima - 7 - Purple - Dev @Anna

Since becoming a mother, Valeria was no longer a deep sleeper. There was always pattering of feet, small bodies climbing into bed next to her due to a nightmare or monsters in the shadows. Their nannies unable to convince the two children no such things existed. Only mother's comfort could sooth those fears. She wasn't quite sure what her sleep addled mind thought it was when she felt the bed shaking, but after patting the bed to see which child had came to join her she knew something was off. Sitting up, she gently woke her body slave up, about to speak when the biggest of the tremors hit. A scream of surprise leaving both of them as she locked eyes with the other woman's. "The children!" They said at the same time, and she threw off her covers and ran out of the room just behind the other woman who was heading to wake up Minor. "Octavius! Earthquake!" She called out down the hallway, hoping her husband or his own slave, Rufus would hear her as she made her way to her daughter's room. The girl was just coming out with her nanny and she scooped her up, "Everyone needs to get outside, now!" She said to the gathering number of slaves around her as they all made their way to the stairs to exit the building. "Don't worry about any belongings, everything can be replaced!" She cried out at a few who was trying to save vases and busts from falling over. @Gothic @Sharpie

Dev's Tracker Jullus Flavius Alexander Upon Autumns Awakening | w. Juliana | MY TURN | potential scrap? Rufia Flavia New Arrivals | w. Clauds and Tibs | TIBS TURN | potential scrap? The Finer Things | OPEN | AWAITING Oh, how I have missed you! | w. Julia | MY TURN! Valeria Maxima Here's to the ladies | GROUP | IDK Wicked Sprites begone | w. octs and rufus | IDK? Mercy | w. octs, children (npcs) and rufus | octs |EQP

Life in the last few years had been kind to Flavia, that was something she could say without a doubt in her heart. She had a home she thrived in, a love with a good man who seemed more happy to be a landowner than anything else, and four beautiful children that filled the halls with laughter and cheer. Sure there had been some rumblings of drama from beyond their orbit, her sister-in-law getting into trouble with her father-in-law. But it mostly left the family of six and their household alone, the waves of it barely rocking them. But perhaps what was because Flavia stayed out of the limelight and far way from the gossip mill that ran the social scene of the high class women of Rome. The twins were growing big, walking and chattering away in their own little made up language that brought Flavia and Gnaeus to laughter most afternoons when the family dined together - and she insisted upon dining with the children. Which was another thing she insisted upon doing with the raising of their children. She had missed so much time with her own parents as a child due to her father's duties to Rome and her mother being the Augusta for most of her life. She didn't want her children to look back when she and Gnaeus was gone and wish they had had more time with them, to laugh and to learn. Lucilla and Minor was doing much the same as well, growing big and strong. Their futures were bright. Mother and her children spent their days in the garden, listening to the twins playing as the elder two get their lessons of the day. And she sat weaving, the action soothing as she tuned her ears to the sound of her children's voices. To make sure she was to them if they were ever in distress. Well, as best as she could. Her womb was once more doing its business and she prayed to the gods that it would be the second son that her father-in-law wanted them to have. Especially after three girls, she knew her husband was anxious to have another male in the family. It was not her children, however, that pulled her attention way from the task she was doing. A slave had approached her, a gentle voice alerting to her their presence. Someone had came to visit, and her face brightened to as who it was. "Please show them in and bring refreshments. And perhaps a guest room." She said as she waited for her old governess to be shown in. Nodding to the tutors to end the lessons for the day as the children realized there would be a visitor. "You'll have to forgive me," Flavia started, "but getting up off of this chair is rather difficult at the moment." She finished, laughter lighting up her words as she heard footsteps and turned to face the entrance. @Jenn >>>>> mid june seventy five

The invitation found its way to her, and Valeria was struck curious of the subject. A social gathering where the ladies of Rome could read together. It was ... interesting ... to say the least, not something she had expected to have made its way to her. But she still accepted it with great curiosity. After all, it wasn't often she could get out of the domus for herself and not because she had other social requirements to meet for the day. The children were left behind. Valeriana, though she protested, was much to young for something as heavy as the Odyssey to read on her own and the mother of two made a promise she'd read it to her youngest child later that night when it was time for bed. It seemed to sate the little girl who was growing up to look very much like herself. And the younger of the two Octavius' in the household was off playing with his cousins, while the father was going over more plans for the library he was building. She wore green that day, to compliment her skin color and to show off her natural ginger curls, which had been styled that day accordingly. She was a proper Roman matron, after all, she would look the part as much as she could without be washed out by whites or whatever color was the fashion now days. There was soft sound from her sandals upon brick when she slipped from the litter, and before she approached the doors, she pulled her stolla around her to add modesty. Entering the building she glanced at the gaggle of women that had begun to gather until she saw a familiar face and smiled to the young girl with Horatia, the wife of her husband's cousin. Then she looked for the mistress of the house, if she knew events, she knew the hostess would be the on with a gathering of chattering women around her.

@Gothic May Jullus have a domus on Domi Palatini, plz and thank you!

@Jenn Flavia would love a visit from Julia! I'll probably toss Valeria in the book club so that might be a good place for her and Barbara to meet as well! @Brian I'd love to thread Jullus and Lucius and see where my others can fit in! at everyone else! Jullus could use a few friends and such so you know ... I might toss an open up to see where things go!

Name: DevDescription: Dev's little corner to mark lives of her characters. @Anna

Dev~ staying~ keeping: Jullus Flavius Alexander, Valeria Maxima, Rufia Flaviadropping: n/a

Flavia knew the second's name was something else. However, out of all the names they had came up with, none had suited her better. "You did not have to bring them or me anything." she, however, did mutter in protest. Time and circumstance had humbled what was once a precocious and demanding personality. Taking the box that was offered, and smiling as she flipped open the lid to examine the fine stones that laid within. She then cast a look up at her younger brother and smiled, "They shall go well with the amulets Gnaeus will present them." She said, her tone fond as she fingered the beads to examine them. "Thank you, when they're older they will know of the gifts." She said as she leaned over to place the now closed box on the table next to her bed, groaning softly in pain. This was the one thing she didn't enjoy about having newborn babies, the pain that came after. "I'm glad they have been treating you both kindly." Though Drusilla's kindness came to no surprise to Flavia. However, she knew Quintus could be quite formidable and intimidating. She needed to make sure. "And the rest of the family. I never hear from the other uncles and their families." She said, pressing onward, wanting to catch up as much as possible before they left. The offered invitation to visit did not go unheard, but still Flavia chewed her lower lip. The imperial palace was still very bloodstained to her. Memories she was happy that the twins did not have to live with. Of the terrors that reigned in the days after Junus, her father and mother had all left the mortal realm to find their places in the afterlife. "I will think of it, I promise. Maybe once I'm stronger and the girls can travel. That way I don't have to rush home." She offered, leaving the promise to visit open ended as far as a timeline went. It was as good a promise as any, right? Instead of keeping on with that line of discussion she decided that she ought to change the topic, to them and their future. "And what about the two of you? Any suitors? Has our uncle revealed his plans for your futures yet?" She asked curiously. @Sarah @Gothic

october 74ad There probably wasn't many in Rome who had lived through Clemens that didn't recognize her, this much Flavia knew as she walked among the masses. The great market was bustling as always, and every once in a while she would catch glimpse of someone staring at her. Use to the stares bothered her, she never knew if they had been out of pity, respect or blame. Now with a happy marriage and four children later, she found she cared not for any of it. She didn't need any of it. Rome, which once was such a familiar and welcoming place to her - or as she called it in her youth: home, now felt foreign and smothering. She missed her villa the moment they were far enough away from it to not really desire to turn back. She missed the simple life with her husband and children. She even missed the gruff. often drunk but jovial father-in-law that had came with her marriage. She mostly missed the twins, her youngest girls still too small for her to trust to travel. However, she needed to come. To check up on things, to visit the family. To remind herself that her universe was much bigger than that pocket she lived in outside of the city. And today, she needed to shop. For threads and yarn to weave, for fabric to make clothing for her husband. Perhaps that was a practice slowly going out of date, but she still enjoyed the look of pride in her husband's eyes when she presented him something she had created for him. "Come, sweetheart." She said softly to her eldest daughter, gripping the girl's hand securely as they walked away from their litter and began the trek into the marketplace. Her eyes darting around the nearest stalls to see if something would catch her eyes. @open

September 74 Swinging himself off his horse, Jullus landed on the dirt path in front of the villa's gate with a soft thug and small cloud of dust that kicked up. He pulled his cloak around him tighter as a breeze cut through him, and he handed off his horse to one of the slaves that came out to meet him. Unlike the city, which always seemed warmer due to the population and bustle of the city, he could tell that Autumn was slowly taking hold of the country side. Just by the feel of the air. He supposed it was only proper, the Queen of the Underworld had returned to her husband once more, after all. "Is my daughter home?" He asked the housekeeper as he strolled up to the stairs that lead up into the welcoming building that his daughter called home. He was answered with a mere nod as he was ushered in into the much warmer inside. He had come unannounced, but knew by the time he entered the home the slaves would have found their domina and alerted her to her father's arrival. That he should expect the children of the household to rush their way through the home to greet their grandfather, newly returned from his station in Gaul. He was never home long, just enough to check on his children and siblings. But it seemed to be enough for now. Though his boys were growing older now, and from quiet conversations with Valeria told him that he should be the one that saw to their training was never far from the back of his mind. However he had no desire to force them to relocate to Gaul with him, and away from the family they knew and depended upon. @Gothic for Flavia Juliana