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    Varinia 41 | 12 April 35 | Slave | House slave | Bisexual | Wanted | Annabel Scholey Personality. A quiet, pragmatic woman, Varinia is what happens when the romantic young girl grows up. She has loved, and she has lost, and she feels she's lost more than she's loved. She didn't ask for this life, but it's the one she has and she makes what she can of it. Obedient and dutiful, if sometimes wistful, she holds her eternal sadness close, adding to it as life's disappointments grow over the years. But she is never without the tiny spark of hope, the young girl with big dreams is still in there somewhere. Appearance Tall compared to most Roman women, Varinia has a willowy build and lightly tanned skin with a few freckles across her nose. Thick, wavy brown hair frames her face, with a few grey hairs at her temples. Her eyes are grey and deep set, sometimes appearing dark at a distance. Time has given her lines around her mouth and across her forehead, suggesting that she's frowned more than she's smiled, which is a shame because her smile lights up her face. She keeps herself neat in appearance, and as well dressed as what she is provided with allows. Particularly she takes care with her hair, to brush it well and do it as elegantly as she dares. It's her one little indulgence. Otherwise is a practical woman of necessity. Family Father: Vopiscus Mother: Danu Siblings: Litogena, Cathirix, Viction, Sama, Indercilia, Perula Spouse: None Children: Teutus Quinctilius Varus Extended family: Unknown Other: Tertius Quinctilius Varus is the son of Varinia's former owner, and father of her son Teutus. History Childhood 35AD, Born the second child - and second daughter - of a Gaulish farmer in the north of the province, the young girl they named Viriana was a lively and energetic child. She loved the farm, working with the animals, spinning the wool, tending the crops and helping her parents, especially her mother as Viriana grew older and her parents' brood grew. The next two children were sons, and three daughters followed, with only one child lost between them. Their neighbours whispered that they had the favour of the Gods, to have so many healthy children. And so it seemed until 48AD, the dry year, when the soil turned to dust and baked beneath the sun. Suddenly having seven children with huge appetites was no blessing. By this point Viriana was well grown and beginning to show the first hints of womanhood. An officer in the local garrison took an interest with her, and her parents made the decision to sell her to him, for coin to buy food for the rest, and so that she would be cared for. She'd cried, screamed and begged when the officer had come to take her, her father's face stony and uncompromising. Her older sister cowering in the corner, her mother pressing something into her hand as she said goodbye, then ran weeping from the room. That first betrayal was a strong memory. She'd kicked and screamed, been carried away, and thrown into a room at the garrison fort. Eventually the officer who'd bought her had cowed her, all the while cursing barbarian slaved for their insolence. He called her Varinia, which was as close as he cared to come to her name. She lost count of her tears, but through it all she kept the stone her mother had given her; it had a hole through the center, and such were said to bring luck. When her days seemed darkest, she would touch the stone, carried on a thong around her neck, and remember the day that she and her mother had found it in the nearby stream. The sun, the trees, the warm grass, her mother's voice and warm embrace; that day now seemed like heaven. And it was gone. Youth She didn't stay in the officer's possession for long. When his legion returned to Rome she was sold, presumably for the coin it would get him, and purchased by a man named Publius Quinctilius Varus Major. The name meant nothing to Varinia particularly, but the home that she arrived in was large and comfortable, and the other slaves there told her that he was powerful and important. Her skill at spinning wool was noted, and her mistress would set her to spinning for the clothing she would weave when Varinia had nothing else to do. She became a body slave to her new Domina, Laelia Calida, and general house slave, learning how to keep a Roman Domus and how to cook food to Roman tastes. At first the garum made her feel ill, but she got used to it. Not that the slaves had to eat it, but her master and mistress seemed to feel that food wasn't complete without it. They had two sons - had had three but one had died - and a daughter, and the younger of the sons, Tertius, was only a few years older than herself. In the eyes of a girl growing into a young woman, he was strong and handsome and clearly destined for greatness, and she developed a youthful crush on her master's youngest son, and entertained dreams that one day he might free her and they could marry. So when they came his advances were welcomed, and for a few at first awkward and then more pleasurable nights, it seemed like her dreams might come true. Then something changed. Whilst her dreams had included bearing Tertius's children, that had come after they were wed, so learning that she was pregnant came as a nasty reality check. All the more so when she bore Tertius a healthy baby boy, and he refused to touch him. Even if she remained a slave, the thought that her son could be a free Roman citizen and heir of a man who she knew would be powerful had bouyed her, but the day she presented her new son to the man she loved and he refused him shattered those dreams forever. The boy they named Teutus would remain a slave. That was the second betrayal. She began to wonder whether Tertius had ever loved her. Young Adult It was only later that she realised that it had probably been at his father's direction that Tertius had refused to take Teutus. And it was her Dominus's work again when Tertius and Secundus were sent off to serve in the legions, away from the Domus and away from her. Her heart fell further as the young man she still loved left, and she could only hope that he would return soon. In the meantime her life settled into the kind of comfortable monotony that was probably the best a slave could hope for. She served her Domina and Dominus, she raised Teutus as best she could, and life rolled on, the years passing as her boy grew, but with little else to mark them. She made herself as useful as she could, and she ensured that Teutus learned every useful skill that anyone would teach him, in the hope that he would at least be a valuable slave with a comfortable future. There was that, at least. She still remembered, a lifetime ago, that year of drought and famine when she was sold; here they did not want for what they needed, Publius ensured that. In 65AD rumours began to circulate through the household that Secundus and Tertius were returning. By now Teutus was a grown youth, old enough to take his toga if he were free, and Varinia was comfortable in the current state of the household. She had her place. Suddenly things were about to change again. Older now, she doubted that Tertius's interest in her had persisted, or perhaps even been more than teenage lust in the first place, but she held some hope that when he returned and saw Teutus - who was grown to be so very much like his father - he might have some change of heart. Indeed the whole household seemed energised by the idea of the boys, now men, returning. And then she was sold. Away from her beloved son, away from reuniting with the man she still hoped held the key to their freedom. It was the third betrayal. Before she left she gave her son the stone her mother had given her, with the silent hope that it might bring him more luck than it had brought her. Adult. Since leaving Publius's household Varinia served a family of Equites who valued her house keeping skills, and wanted her to supplement the older woman who ran the household. Tana was slowing due to age, but was sharp as a blade mentally, and when she saw Varinia's fine spinning she showed her how to use the weighted and two-beam looms, which she also proved to have a knack for. Varinia threw herself into her new duties and learning this new skill as a way of taking her mind off the loss of her beloved son who had been her world, and the hope that her erstwhile lover might still free her. Whenever she went to the markets for her master and mistress she listened for any news of her former owner and his family. She heard when Publius died, as someone mentioned his funeral, but that was all. She accepted that this was her life now, but she longed most to hear of her son. Sarah | AEST - GMT +10 | DM or Discord @Gothic
  2. Spurius Antius Claudus 43 | 12 April 33AD | Plebeian | Slaver | Heterosexual | Original | Tobias Menzies Personality Sometimes it is difficult to know the real Spurius. To the world he is the perfect salesman; polite, charming, sympathetic and silver-tongued; always ready to do the right thing by his customer (and by himself at the same time). Amongst his friends he is genial and charming. At home, the man behind the mask is rather different. Somewhat soul-tired, he appreciates the finer things in life but moderates this with a certain austerity, despite his commercial success. He prefers a simple life, using few slaves of his own, all of which are good Roman slaves and which he treats and cares for like good furniture. Although successful now, Spurius has regrets in his past which have jaded him, and he worries that the repercussions have ruined him for the future. He particularly dislikes barbarian foreigners, likely why he mostly trades in them. He has a shrewd eye for a bargain and excellent business sense. Appearance Tall and lean with mousy, mid-brown hair, Spurius is neither handsome nor ugly. Tanned from time out of doors, he has the physique of a retired soldier; reasonable muscle and the beginnings of a gut. Shrewd hazel eyes watch the world from under heavy brows and the frown lines between those brows are deep, as are the others that mark his long, somewhat equine face. Usually dressed in a fine linen tunica and toga of undyed wool, Spurius is the image of a Plebian on the up and up, a successful businessman. Unusually, he always carries a heavy staff, the end carved into an ornate hook not unlike a shepherd's crook. He uses it to moves slaves around, but he also leans on it heavily, and walks with a distinct limp. Family Father: Marcus Antius Mother: Ovidia Juliana Siblings: Gaius Antius (b. 31), Antia Marcilla (b.35), Antia Julianilla (B. 37) Spouse: None Children: None Extended family: Julius Antius (Uncle) Slaves: Romulus, Remus, Corva, Linus Other: History CHILDHOOD [36AD-46AD]: Spurius's childhood was simple if relatively uneventful, growing up with his older brother Gaius and sisters Antia Marcilla and Antia Julia. Their father Marcus was a trader in exotic goods from across the Empire, particularly south to Aegyptus, and was often absent for months at a time, but when he returned he would always bring his wife and children little gifts, and spend time with his sons. Their mother Ovidia was a warm and caring woman, if a little saddened every time her husband left on his travels. They were comfortable if not fabulously wealthy, and Spurius recalls a house full of odd little trinkets brought back from distant lands. Spurius was a cheerful child, winsome and interested in the world. These years saw the death of Caligula and the rise of Drusus Claudius Sabucius as Caesar, as well as the death of his first son and heir, Gaius. Being only young at the time, Spurius doesn't remember the politics of the time affecting him much. TEENAGE TO EARLY ADULT [46AD-54AD]: Spurius's early teenage years were still relatively peaceful and prosperous, and he was an apt enough student both in grammaticus and in his father's business. Marcus was keen to see that both his sons learned the trade, as he saw horizons to expand into and wealth to be made. His younger son particularly seemed to inherit his charisma, developing into a warm and charming personality. His father foresaw success in the family business, even though his mother thought he was a gentle soul and might do better in academia. Spurius however was on his dad's side and his first opportunity to accompany his father on a business journey south was one of his happiest. He recalls the marriage of Caesar Claudius to Lucilla in those years. Regretably, that golden age was not to last. Revolts in Aegyptus and Achaea cut off trade routes for months at a time and significantly damaged business prospects. As Marcus primarily traded to the southern provinces, the family's financial situation began to sour. Perhaps the Empire itself was souring, as Claudius was poisoned and his adopted son gained power, only to be exiled when Caesar awoke. The Imperial Legions finally quelled the uprisings and occupied Achaea, but Marcus Antius's trading position was weakened, and his collateral reduced from supporting his family through those hard times. At the same time Marcus's brother Julius gained both wealth and fame in the legions during that action, and it was he who sent word to his brother that the routes had opened again, giving him at least something of a head start. YOUNG ADULTHOOD [54-64]: As times became tougher, Marcus focused his time on Gaius, his elder son, taking him on longer trading journeys and teaching him the languages of the south and what wares sold best where. Spurius was keen to learn as well, but with their prospects reduced, Marcus encouraged his younger son to look elsewhere for his life's work, leaving Spurius feeling disappointed and somewhat abandoned. Marcus's wisdom was proven however, as a revolt in Judea that coincided with Emperor Darius's passing causes further difficulties. Their Uncle Julius on the other hand prospered in the strife, and both he and Marcus encouraged Spurius to follow in his footsteps and join the legions. Spurius had never had any military leanings, but he saw the sense in the advice and swore service even as the Empire seemed to be dissolving into chaos, the life expectancy of a Caesar short indeed, until a Dictatorship was declared. Whilst the Legions were not his first choice, the pragmatism that Spurius would show in adulthood acknowledged that his prospects were better there. Twenty-five years of service could even see him made an Equite. Perhaps it was for the best, for amongst the chaos Spurius found himself heading west for the fabled Brittania, and with any luck gold and glory. The thought of coming home with well earned salary and a little treasure to start his own business, buoyed him along, particularly if he could manage to find some trade contacts on the way. He proved a satisfactory soldier, and their initial engagements are successful; the wisdom of his father and uncle's advice seem clear. His first foray to Brittania proved profitable, and during a brief return to Rome and with coin in his pocket, Spurius enjoyed a success and popularity that he had only dreamed of. He began courting Antonia, whom he had known since childhood and had transitioned from friend's annoying younger sister to teenage crush to possible marriage prospect. She herself seemed pleased at the idea. Campaigns into Judea saw more successful battles, Spurius advanced within the ranks of the infantry, and when the Legion once more returned to Britania under Caesar Junus, it seemed that the advice of his father and uncle had been wise indeed. That was, until a dying barbarian warrior plunged a dagger into Spurius's thigh as he was crossing the field of the slain, nearly adding him to their number. He wasn't expected to survive, but the legion's crotchety old field medicus was amongst the best, and survive he did. Not without a price, the wound was high, deep and initially infected, and it become clear that though he'd live, Spurius could no longer march with the Legions. He was honourably discharged and sent back to Rome to recover, but not before taking his pay in captured slaves. He was, after all, a trader. ADULTHOOD [64-onwards]: And he was a good one, he'd learned well from his father and seemed to have a particular eye for the barbarian 'merchandise'. With the start provided by his service to the Empire, he was able to set up a successful business. Yet those who had known him when younger noted the change his time in the Legions had wrought. Cheerful and charismatic in public, what had been his nature had become a mask, and he became quiet and even bitter in private. Neither unnecessarily cruel nor particularly kind, he cared for his slaves like the livestock they were, knowing that those in good condition would sell well, and he gained a reputation for his quality and trustworthiness. He traded in slaves from all areas, even good Roman slaves with valuable skills, but mostly in captured barbarians, including contracts to the Ludii for the games. Yet success was not enough for some; Antonia's father turned him away, preferring an undamaged man for his son in law. He didn't speak to them again, turning his attention whole heartedly to where it was wanted. He was particularly successful, earning a modest wealth and becoming well known around the great market, marked out by the staff he carried, like a large shepherd's crook, and his distinctive limp. His fellow merchants gave him the agnomen 'Claudus', meaning 'the lame', which he accepted with a kind of grim pride, as gifted by Fate itself. The waves of politics have largely flowed over him, as even in times of strife there is demand for slaves. And sometimes there is greater supply. Sarah | GMT+10 | CONTACT @Gothic
  3. Tiberius Claudius Sabucius 19 | 28 November 56 CE | Male | Caesare | Royal Spawn | Heterosexual | Canon | Dylan O'Brien Personality Quiet and reserved, Tiberius thinks before he acts and plays his cards close to his chest. Family are very dear to him, and in his view too many of them have died for the Imperial throne. He doesn’t want it for himself, and is more interested in good governance than rulership. He is wary of politics whilst knowing that these are the waters in which he must swim, and that others will either seek favour with him or hate him purely because of his bloodline. Rather than stay sheltered in the Imperial palace, Tiberius has a yearning for adventure, a desire to see the far reaches of the empire, to really understand what it encompasses. Lacking the assumption of superiority common to one of his birth, Tiberius instead possesses a diligence and a desire for knowledge, which in turn give him greater understanding and hopefully lead to better decision-making. He listens to people and takes in what they say, though not without a grain of salt. The deaths of so many of his family have made him wise, and wary, beyond his years. He has learned that even Caesares are mortal, and does not think that anyone is deserves to be lauded purely because of their ancestry. It is important to him to earn his accolades himself. Less inclined to the easy smile that is his sister’s armour, Tiberius is possessed of a quiet, reserved confidence, and a subtle, thoughtful practicality that comes across as a certain steadiness. He is nothing if not reliable, yet beyond that business-like front is occasionally revealed a certain intensity and conviction. He does not wish to loose any more of his family, and he does not want to be Caesar. Yet, he cannot leave a duty to someone he does not trust. He is particularly close to his twin sister Claudia, and his cousin Titus, as well as several of his uncles. Appearance Of slightly more than average height and slim build, Tiberius is naturally very similar to his twin sister in appearance. Thick, dark hair frames features only now growing into strength. Blue eyes contrast with pale skin, lightly tanned. He build is finally filling out into that of a man, though he will never be hurculean. Unpretentious, Tiberius prefers garments that are simple and practical rather than ostentatious, but well made as befits one of his line. He chooses fine cloths and good tailoring rather than excessive adornment, and regularly prefers a simple tunica. Family FATHER: Drusus Claudius Sabucius (Caesar) (deceased) MOTHER: Flavia Lucilla Augusta (deceased) SIBLINGS: Full siblings Claudia Caesaris (twin) Paternal half-siblings: Gaius Claudius Caesar (deceased) Claudia Livia (deceased) Maternal half-siblings: Darius Claudius Sabucius (deceased) Junus Claudius Sabucius (deceased) Rufia Flavia SPOUSE: None CHILDREN: None EXTENDED FAMILY: Step Father: Marcus Rufus Honorius (Caesar) (deceased) Paternal Rufia Flavia's Children Sestia Lucilla, {alive} {b. 69} Gnaeus Sestius Vacticanus Minor, {alive} {b. 71} Maternal Flavii-Alexandrones Grandparents Cneaus Flavius Alexander Germanicus (deceased) & Cornelia Annthea Uncles & Aunts - Quintus Flavius Caesar Alexander Augustus - Rufus Flavius Alexander (deceased) - Jullus Flavius Alexander (alive; b. 24) - Decimus Flavius Alexander (deceased) - Octavius Flavius Alexander (alive; b. 33) - "Laelius", adopted as Marcus Aemilius Scaurus Alexander (alive; b. 39) Cousins From Quintus. - Publius Flavius Alexander Belanus, deceased (37-62; adopted illeg. son) - Cnaeus Flavius Alexander Gemellus, deceased (57-62) - Titus Flavius Caesar Alexander (b. 57) - Flavia Caesaris (Rutiliana) (b. 61) - Drusus Flavius Caesar Alexander (b.67) From Jullus. - Flavia Juliana (daughter of Laelia Serginilla) - Flavia Alexandra (deceased; daughter of Laelia Serginilla) - Flavia Alexandra (deceased; daughter of Laelia Serginilla) - Lucius Flavius Alexander (b. 60 AD, by Caecilia Metella) - Publius Flavius Alexander (b. 64 AD, by Caecilia Metella) - Cnaeus Flavius Alexander (b. 66 AD, by Caecilia Metella) From Octavius. - Octavius Flavius Alexander Minor - Flavia Valeriana From Laelius = Aemilia Scaura (B. 67 AD, by Furia Camilla Minoris) Aemilia Laeliana (B. 70 AD, by Pinaria Lucretia) Publius Aemilius Scaurus (B. 72 AD, by Pinaria Lucretia) Other members of the Flavii-Alexandrones. The Corneli-Scipiones. Caecina Tuscas In-laws: Junia Silana (Widow of Junus) OTHER: History CHILDHOOD [56-66]: Born of an aging Casear and his younger second wife, Tiberius was one half of a whole, together with his twin sister Claudia. She was the constant in his life, whilst nursemaids came and went and their mother’s warm affection was interspersed with periods of absence. He could never know the politics in which his mother was embroiled, trying to keep the wolves from their door. Youngest of the Imperial brood, Tiberius couldn’t understand what it meant when his eldest half-brother Darius stepped up to the throne to replace their ailing father. It was not until he was older that he would understand that the dangers of that tumultuous time were only beginning to make themselves apparent. Darius’s reign was short, and his his assassination in AD 60 led to the rise of his younger half-brother Junus and step-father Honorius as co-caesars, until Junus came of age. Alas he never got the chance. Civil war erupted and Tiberius’s comfortable and closetted childhood was torn apart as he was separated from his sister, spirited from the palace by the Palatine guards and Gneaus Juventius Geta, a friend of his step-father, who kept him carefully hidden. It was only some time after that fearful night that Tiberius learned that Junus was also dead, and his older sister Livia had been taken east. He cried for his missing sisters and his doting older brothers, his mother and his lost life, but it changed nothing. It was not until the civil war ended in 63 that he was returned to the palace by Geta and presented to his uncle Quintus, one of the other survivors of the Imperial purge, who formally adopted him. He was also reunitied with his sister Claudia, a cause for much joy in his young life, but learned that Livia had died of a fever before she ever found safety. The companionship of his cousins helped ease the loss of his mother and siblings, though they could never replace them. Growing up in the palace he and Claudia formed part of the gang of young Imperials, watched over dotingly by their aunts and uncles. They had both changed in their time apart, but the rambling palace grounds provided many places where the twins could spend time together. Their life had suffered upheaval, but it seemed there was peace once more. TEENAGE TO EARLY ADULT [67-72]: Tiberius grew into a serious and thoughtful teen, an apt student if somewhat less rambunctious than his peers. He tended to watch, and to learn, from those around him, particularly his seniors and betters. He became a solid friend to his cousins and remained very close to his twin sister, the events of the purge having solidified in his young mind the importance of family. In 67 AD his uncle Quintus, Caesar to the rest of the Empire, remarried. Allaying their concerns, Julia Drusilla took the royal brood under her kind and generous wings, becoming in some ways the mother that Tiberius had barely known, though lovingly remembered. That memory had been kept alive by those who had been close to her, including her best friend Antonia. Later that year Drusilla gives Caesar an infant son. His uncle Octavius takes a greater interest in Tiberius’s upbringing and the two grow closer as the young man looks for role models. ADULTHOOD [73 onwards]: Now set on the path onto which he was born, Tiberius is learning, and practicing, what it takes to be an Imperial in the Roman Empire. Raised by Quintus as his adopted son alongside Titus, Tiberius has always been serious and studious, and there were many who might have expected Quintus would groom him as his heir. Yet to Tiberius it was no small relief when Quintus made it plain that he favoured his own son, particularly during their tour of the empire. Whilst he wanted to do what was right for the benefit and glory of the Empire, Tiberius had no particular desire to rule; his uncle Octavius led the lifestyle he aspired to. Rather when Quintus mysteriously fell ill officially presented Titus as his heir and new Caesar, Tiberius did not hesitate to swear fealty to his adoptive brother, considering the more charismatic young man a better choice for the ruling face, and determined to support his rule for stability and prosperity. He vowed that Titus would find no one more loyal. Sarah | UTC +10 | Discord or DM @Gothic
  4. Titus Epidius Bellicianus 33 | 11th of November 42 | Plebeian | Actor | Homosexual | Original | Willy Cartier Personality Due to his profession and the associated low status, Titus is extremely carefree and doesn't give a damn about what others think of him - after all, as an actor, he is at the bottom of the social ladder, and it could hardly get worse, if at all. He is rather brazen and promiscuous and speaks openly about his homosexuality and sexual endeavours, even when speaking of relationships in which he takes on a submissive role. Although he does have somewhat of a knack for acting, his talent is largely overshadowed by his love for alcohol, which is kept in check by his poverty. Rarely ever is he completely sober when performing, and many attendees might find themselves suddenly being the punchline of his jokes should he decide to go off-script. Occasionally, he incorporates a surprise early ending into his performances by passing out on stage, much to the relief of the viewers. When not performing, Titus can mainly be found trying to steal food from the stalls at the Emporium Magnum, or, if he can afford it, drinking in one of the city's many poppinae. At night, he will either crash a party in one of the city's many insulae or look for a man to spend the night with. If he, however, decides to stay home, he usually forgets to lock or even close the door to his room in his apartment, which he shares with many other people, which usually leads to his belongings mysteriously being missing in the morning. Titus doesn't really care about his things being stolen as long as he is still left with a few coins for wine. Appearance Titus is rather tall with dark hair and eyes and a slightly darker complexion. His long mane of hair is usually unkept. A pungent, sour-ish smell reminiscen of stale sweat surrounds him most of the time. Nevertheless, he is still at least somewhat attractive and charismatic, owning manily to his slightly muscular build. If Titus bathes, it is strictly to increase his chances of hooking up with somebody. His clothing is simple, both in colour and style. Family Father: Vibius Epidius Bellicianus (alive) Mother: Xenia (alive) History Titus' childhood was tumultuous at best. He was born to Vibius Epidius Bellicianus, a Plebeian mosaicist, and Xenia, a former slave and prostitute hailing from Greece. Vibius and Xenia first met in the brothel Xenia was working at, and it was, at least for Vibius, love at first sight. Xenia, even though she knew he wasn't very well-off financially or socially, as he would often come to the brothel and try to leave without paying, saw in him her chance to regain her freedom, as the owner of her brothel usually freed those of his prostitutes which became pregnant. If Xenia were to be freed, she could become a Roman citizen and thus be free to go back home, to Greece. Luckily for her, she became pregnant with Vibius' baby quite quickly and her plan worked out, leading to her being freed. Vibius, however, given the fact she was pregnant, wouldn't let Xenia travel on her own, which quickly put a stop to her plans, at least for the time being. Xenia, however, was at least somewhat happy when her son, Titus, was born. His laughter and the twinkle in his eyes made her forget about her and her husband's dire situation for at least a little. Vibius had, despite having become a married man and father, kept his habit of visiting prostitutes, spending many a night in brothels and bars, leaving Xenia to care for their son alone. Their financial situation hadn't improved either - while Vibius did have steady work, his pay was often only menial at best, and with another mouth to feed they now felt their poverty gnawing away at them more than ever before. After a few years, when Titus was five, Xenia was simply fed up and packed her bags while Vibius was out on the town, spending what little money they had on sex and drink once more. By the time he returned in the early morning, she was gone, and Vibius and Titus were now left on their own. Vibius spent the next few days looking for her all over the city, wherever he could think of - various brothels, inns, any acquaintances he knew she had - however, she was nowhere to be found. She had probably made the trip back to Greece with the first ship of the day, and Vibius had to come to terms with the fact Titus was now his responsibility. Vibius did so by putting Titus to work. After all, two pairs of hands would get the job done quicker and could demand more money, so from age six, Titus helped his father with his work. Titus, however, wasn't much one for manual labour. Whenever he and his father would go to assemble mosaics in whichever domus was being constructed, Titus would spend most of his time exploring the constructions, staring in awe at the beautifully detailed frescoes of the walls. It was clear he had a penchant for art. His father usually let him explore, as, regardless of whether Titus was actually working or not, he could still demand payment for both of them, as long as their rich bosses weren't supervising them and none of the other people working on-site would snitch on them. At around age 13, Titus first got to know Rome's art scene and its' social circles. Coming from a humble background which was dictated by social and economic status, he felt right at home in the art world, which typically consisted of the lowest of the lowest in terms of social order. To him, it almost seemed as if their low rank gave the artists some kind of immunity - the satirical poets and actors he got to know all seemed to have carte blanche in terms of ridiculing both Romans and Rome as a whole, while such behaviour would be unfathomable in the upper echeleons of society. Fueled by this fascination, he wished to join the artists himself, to which his father vehemently objected. Even though his father, as a mosaicist, was an artist himself, he still seemed to have a thoroughly negative opinion of other artists, having given in to social rules in regards to how these people were to be treated. This only fueled Titus' aspirations, and, at sixteen years old, he decided to bid farewell to his father and pursue training in the dramatic arts. After he completed his training and joined an acting troupe, he toured all of the Italian peninsula for a few years, achieving a certain degree of infamy. As it turned out, he was indeed talented, especially when it came to comedy. The many nights his father would take him with him when he was spending a night out on the town exposed him to the sharp-witted and creative insults common among the lowest classes, which came in handy in comedic performances. Titus by no means earned himself a fortune through acting, however it was enough to keep him afloat, which was much more than could be said of his earnings as his father's assistant. During his travels, Titus also got to intimately know the debauchery commonly associated with actors, developing a preference for sex and alcohol. Although he did occasionally take on women lovers, he always found the company of men to be much more interesting and exhilarating. Even though he knew there was a certain stigma associated with being the submissive part in relationships with other men, the already very low status he enjoyed as an actor meant he didn't have to hide his affection for men or his openness to being the submissive part. Titus became quite promiscuous and spoke openly of his conquests. To this day, he continues to prefer the occasional one-night-stand to a steady relationship. After his troupe completed their travels, they returned to the city of Rome, where Titus continues to reside, still enjoying the carefree nature of the artistic circles to the fullest. He is known mainly for satirising politicians, and for being extremely crass and bold in his performances, even in comparison to other actors. The parties he frequently hosts at his insula, of which the guest list consists of simply "Come one, come all," are also known for their no-holds-barred nature. @Gothic David | GMT+1 | BurningBridges#7040
  5. SERVIUS GABINIUS SALAX "It's obviously a corruption of Sagax" @Gothic or @Anna 29 | 9th June 47CE | Equite | Love Elegist | Pansexual | Original | James Callis Personality Gabinius is a simple man. He says what he wants, and very occasionally, he actually gets it. Most of the time he spends either making his presence known around town or sitting in his study, perfecting the perfect tone and volume of voice with which to recite his poetry through the doors of his latest target's villa. In truth, he is not a bad poet - for all his objectionability, there might genuinely be a spark of genius inside him, if you peer closely enough and from the right angle. The real problem, however, is his total lack of experience in the subject he is writing about in his love elegy. This is an issue he is determined to rectify. Appearance It is not immediately apparent to the far-off observer why the light bounces off Gabinius' hair in much the same way it bounces off olive oil spilled from a cargo ship into the sea, until said observer comes within a range of twenty feet, at which distance the pungent aroma of the carefully chosen blend of scented lotions he uses to achieve such an effect assaults the nostrils. Despite not quite being the Adonis he thinks himself to be, Gabinius is... tolerably attractive, enough so that his charm, with which he drips more obviously that he does with rose water, produces a noticeable effect. Unfortunately, this effect is a tad overblown, which in the past had alienated potential lovers almost as much as his personality. Gabinius speaks with an affected suavete at all times (on ne sait jamais!), and when he does, his eyebrows furrow with such startling earnestness that he seems quite convincing. There's no hidden agenda with Gabinius, and even perfect strangers can usually read him as well as the huge letters adorning the pediment of the Temple to Jupiter. This, strangely, is his most attractive quality. What woman wouldn't enjoy the feeling of having him wrapped round her little finger? Family Father: Publius Gabinius Salax Mother: Deceased Siblings: None Spouse: None Children: None Extended family: None Other: History Most of Gabinius' childhood was... well, boring. When you're young, the only son of one of the only non-peasant families in the miserable middle of darkest Mantua, and raring to go and live your life, there's only so much fun you can get out of harassing peasants. It was tempting to take up a political career just to get away from the wretched place, but it was hard to believe the combination of his humble origins and his natural lack of intelligence would exactly endear him to the ruling class. Gabinius didn't want to spend his days listening to stuffy old men drone at each other for hours on end, anyway. All there was for it was to wait for his old dad to pop his clogs - though the stupid old codger didn't seem to want to get round to that any time soon - so he could get his inheritance and slip free of the familial yoke. Until then, he spent his time trying to get it on with the local farm girls, not that many of them were an attractive prospect. Despite, or perhaps because of, Gabinius' tendency to send envoys running back and forth to them with his latest elegy about their ox-eyedness or their general shapeliness, he never had any success with any of them, apart from one slave-boy, whom he dubbed Adonis, from his father's household who probably knew he'd be whipped if he didn't comply. Last year, at the age of 28, Gabinius finally drank in the beautiful sight of the flames eating up the funeral pyre and turned his gaze instead to the bright lights of Athens. Here, he spend a year making a general nuisance of himself and participating in all the wildest rituals on offer, sampling the mind-bending delights of no less than twenty different sets of mysteries. Somehow or other, he managed to convince himself he'd learnt the secret of life, the gods and creation. What it was, he wasn't quite sure, but he felt sure he knew it, and it did lend him a seductive air of mystery, he supposed. That was never a bad thing. After ingesting his fill of strange concoctions in the cellars of temples, Gabinius headed for what had always been his real destination, ready to take on life: Rome. Here, the women, or young men, if he felt so inclined, might have refined enough tastes to realise that actually he, Gabinius, was a pretty decent poet, and that, despite his lack of any experience whatsoever in affairs of the heart apart from being repeatedly and soul-crushingly repulsed, he would make a pretty good lover, probably. His mother had always told him he was a handsome boy, and besides he had a LOT of passion to give. Yes, he'd take Rome by storm. locutus-sum | GMT | locutus-sum#9606
  6. SERGIA AULETIA @Gothic or @Anna 22 | 52 AD | Patrician | Heterosexual | Canon | Jennifer Ehle Personality Demure and polite when she needs to be, but is aching to show her real personality after years of being part of the furniture. When unfiltered she can be gregarious, witty and generally likeable. When she's in this mode, though, she's not one to hold back her thoughts - she's had to do that far too long, and feels she has the right to say what she feels - and this can lead to her accidentally hurting those she loves. Her trust is hard to earn as a result of her childhood, and she can occasionally be overly judgemental about others, but she cherishes those of whom she approves and has a lot of caring in her heart to give to the right person, if one should ever come along. She enjoys reading and writing, but also the more traditional female pursuits, such as weaving. Sergia is a dreamer, and is frequently driven to depression when her life does not match up with her ideal. Although she scoffs at the idea, she's a romantic at heart. Appearance 5' 2'', brown hair and blue-brown eyes. Family Father: Marcus Lucilius Auletius (deceased) Mother: Quinctilia Varia (alive, b. 34 AD) Siblings: Brother: Marcus Sergius Auletius (born 55 AD) Spouse: Lucius Cassius Longinus Children: None Extended family: Uncle: Tertius Quinctilius Varus (b. 30 AD)Cousin: Antonia Varia (b. 64 AD, daughter to Tertius)Cousin: Teutus (b. 50 AD, Tertius' illegitimate son with a slave)Uncle: Secundus Quinctilius Varus (b. 28 AD) Other: History Sergia doesn't remember much about Pater, other than that he'd been there until she was about six years old, and then... well, he wasn't there anymore, and now there was only Uncle Tertius. He wasn't mean to her, exactly, but he never sat her on his knee like Pater used to or said 'well done' when she did her reading. And whenever she was cheeky, Mater warned her not to be. But Uncle Tertius wasn't a bad person, per se, not like Uncle Secundus. Uncle Tertius wouldn't hit her so long as she was respectful of him; this new man, however, would gladly aim his fists at anyone when in a particular mood. Well, that was just what men were like - tolerable only if ignored and unprovoked. It was easiest just to sit with Mater and weave, or read a book. She liked reading about Penelope, who would unpick her weaving to stave off the suitors, and so she herself would sit with a scroll in front of her face, so that the young men couldn't see her. The problem with this approach, however, was that the alternative to marriage was remaining in the care of her uncles. Secundus had got even worse recently, ever since he married that insincere, sneering girl Livia. And it wasn't as if she hated men; all her girl friends were now happily married, and she envied them. Sergia was not a shallow sort interested only in superficialities, but she would often receive pieces of papyrus by messenger long enough to have several books of the Iliad pasted together on the reverse side, letters from her friends full of overblown phrases and tantalising details. Now, at 22, she finally sees a glimmer of hope. Whether Longinus is really that interested in her, she can't tell - she hasn't learnt how to read the signs, really - but he seems different from all the stuffy senators and violent egomaniacs she'd been surrounded by up till now. There is something about his manner, his clumsy but unapologetic flirting and his wide smile, that really makes Sergia want to believe that romance is a thing. But her fatalistic streak keeps reminding her that men are never that simple, and besides, Uncle Secundus would have to agree to the match. locutus-sum | GMT | locutus-sum#9606
  7. ANTHEIA Born 41 AD | Slave | Tutor of Claudia Caesaris | Greek | Unknown Orientation | Wanted | Face claim: Marina Sirtis Now awaiting approval by @Gothic. Is this name change OK? Personality. Antheia is the type of person who has her head both set firmly on her shoulders and high in the clouds. On practical matters, as well as matters of the heart, she is a reliable source of judgement-free advice, a quality which allows her to establish close bonds with those she serves, if they're willing to confide in her. She views the world with a certain detachment, however, preferring to spend time in her own head, dealing in ideals and abstract concepts. At heart, she is a poet, a philosopher - a thinker. Though her disposition is always friendly, one gets the sense that one never really knows Antheia, or what goes on in her head. She has no close friends, no family in Rome, her former mistress is dead and, despite no shortage of male attention, she has never shown any interest in men. Though she speaks well about philosophy, she never claims to follow any particular school of thought or expresses her own view, instead preferring to play devil's advocate in all discussions. Appearance Antheia is of average height, with an olive complexion and dark brown eyes. Her hair is dark, a very dark brown, and naturally thick and curly. Family Antheia has never spoken to anybody about her true family back in Greece. The only connection she has to speak of is Aristo, the old Greek tutor of her former mistress, who is now absolutely ancient. She goes to visit him once in a while but never discusses these meetings with anyone. History Antheia was only ten years old when Athens was sacked. Not much is known about her life back in Greece - she doesn't like to speak about it - but she was taken into slavery and sold in Rome to a renowned philosopher and poet. She served as a personal maid and eventual friend and confidante to the man's daughter, a girl of a similar age to herself. It was during her time here that she was privileged to share in the tutelage of her mistress' own Greek teacher, Aristo. The older Greek took her under his wing somewhat, and she would sit with the wizened old man for hours in the garden, talking in their native tongue about life, the world, literature and philosophy. After the unfortunate death of her young mistress giving birth to her first child, Antheia's services were no longer required. When, therefore, she was brought by the mistress' father to entertain at a dinner party with members of the imperial family (as a female philosopher, she was met with a mixture of wonder and amusement) and attracted the attention of one of its members, she was taken on to the imperial staff as tutor to Claudia, daughter of Caesar in early 76 CE.
  8. MARCUS HORATIUS JUSTINUS 63 y/o | born 12CE | Senatores | Senator | Heterosexual | Wanted | Played By: Robert Hardy Personality In public life, Marcus is an imposing figure. His voice is loud and grave, perfect both for long senate orations and barking orders at soldiers. Marcus always likes to remain inscrutable. He makes no effort to cover the fact that he is balding slightly, or that he has tiny wrinkles around his eyes. Privately, Marcus is a doting father. He is quick to show disappointment but also just as willing to show warmth on occasions when his children live up to his exacting standards. His voice is the kind you can hear ringing through the whole house at dinner parties, his manner gruff and forceful but his words kind and observant. Marcus' goal in life is to ensure his children are the best they can be: he is exceptionally good at observing others' natures and flaws, but is totally oblivious to his own, and this hypocrisy can be a source of conflict with his family. Marcus is a very private man, but when he chooses to open up to those closest to him he reveals that, really, he is deeply sensitive. In fact, he has been in a state of constant depression for fifteen years, aching inside behind his outgoing public façade. But Marcus can't keep it up forever. At some point, the façade will crack and all the grief will come pouring out. Marcus put a lot of pressure on his children. Though motivated only by love, his domineering personality overshadowed all his offspring's childhoods and resulted in them growing up to be rather meek and humourless. Even now, Marcus has a great deal of control over their lives. Now they are in adulthood with children of their own, some of his children are starting to harbour resentment towards him as a result now they realise how their father's influence has affected them. Appearance Despite his unusually short stature, Marcus' stockiness and general poise make him quite the imposing figure. His eyes are a brilliant, incisive blue. Despite his age, he still has a reasonable amount of straw-yellow hair, and he has passed this fair complexion onto his children. His face is that of a wise Roman senator, lined with years of grief and thought. On his right hand, he wears a garnet signet ring, given to him by Livia Calavia when they were young. He never takes it off. Family Father: N/A Mother: N/A Siblings: Gaius Horatius Justinus Spouse: Livia Calavia (deceased) Children: Lucius Horatius Justinus, Livia Justina, Horatia Justina, Publius Horatius Justinus Extended family: Secundus Quinctilius Varus (son-in-law) Aulus Calpurnius Praetextatus (son-in-law) Titus Calpurnius Praetextatus (grandchild) Calpurnia Horatia (grandchild) Lucia Gaia (daughter-in-law) Spurius Horatius Justinus (grandchild) Lucia Justina (grandchild) Other: History Marcus comes from a family greatly marked by the age of upheaval they lived through. His grandfather had been with Cato the Younger, his close friend and mentor, when he disembowelled himself at Utica. Marked for slaughter on the Triumvirate's list of prescriptions, the staunchly traditionalist Marcus the Elder had only narrowly escaped by going into hiding. He went on to unwillingly serve Octavian at Actium in order to preserve his life. This is precisely the attitude his son and his grandson inherited after him - while deeply nostalgic for the old Republic, the family owes a debt to the mercy of the Caesars. Better to work to keep Caesar in check and preserve the old values than to try aimlessly to restore a Republic now irretrievably lost. With all this high-flown talk being bounced around his home, the young Marcus didn't have much time to be a child. As his father's heir, the values of integrity and duty were impressed on Marcus from an early age. He learnt to speak fluently and eloquently in both Latin and Greek - the precocious young Marcus was a source of amusement and wonder at his father's dinner parties, where he would discuss earnestly and maturely any subject with the writers and advocates his father surrounded himself with at these occasions. However, once his father was posted to serve under Germanicus in the 10s CE, Marcus left the literary climate of Rome to follow his father there. While not naturally drawn to soldiering, much of his childhood was spent in Germania in Germanicus' camp. Marcus soon learned to shed his rather dour disposition somewhat in the company of soldiers and their sons, developing the reserved but occasionally persona he has to this day. While in Germania, he met his best friend, Decimus Tullius Germanicus, a jolly boy more interested in wielding a sword than a pen, and his betrothed, the young Livia Calavia, more literary and pensive than her intended husband, to whom the young Marcus took quite a shine. in 30 CE, Marcus, having now earned his toga virilis, returned to Rome and soon was elected to the vigintiviri thanks to his quick mind and his father's many contacts. After this, he served as tribunus laticlavius under his friend Decimus Tullius' father. For a while, Marcus lived happily, overjoyed to be able to spend more time with his dear friend and his new wife, Livia Calavia. Though not necessarily a natural military strategist, Marcus worked hard and earned recognition for his efforts. Throwing himself into his work was important - to live up to his father, to stave off the longing to be back in Rome and, most importantly, to distract himself from the fact he was quickly falling in love with Livia Calavia, his childhood friend and best friend's wife. When Decimus was unexpectedly killed, therefore, it felt like a blow from the gods, cruel but sweet. Out of respect and love for his late friend, Marcus tried to distance himself from the now available Livia, but within two years his willingness to resist the hand of Fate decayed. On his return to Rome in 35 CE after his term as tribune, Marcus married Livia Calavia, with whom he was very much in love. The couple spent the next six years in Rome. Both in public life and at home, Marcus was perfectly happy: with his father's respect, a purple-bordered toga and a lovely, intelligent wife, Marcus quickly moved on from the guilt and loss he felt over Decimus' death. He established himself as a firm successor to his father in the Optimate faction. In 40 CE, Livia finally fell pregnant and produced a healthy son, Publius. He loved the boy very much and showed it by giving his all to set him up to be a great man and an heir to the family's legacy. Though he hated to admonish his son - he was bright, athletic, quick-spirited and everything he'd hoped he'd be - Marcus knew that to spare the rod was to spoil the child. After all, he owed his own success to the exacting standards his own father impressed upon him. In 42CE, the family moved back to Germania, well known to Marcus from his boyhood, where he served as legate. His second child, Horatia, was born shortly after. In 48 CE, he received the news of the birth of his two twins, Lucius and Livia, with great joy, but this feeling was not to last long. The birth had had its toll on Livia, who fell gravely sick. The gods took mercy, however, and Livia recovered, albeit greatly weakened and unable to bear more children. Having come so close to losing the woman he loved more than anything filled Marcus with an even stronger desire to protect and cherish his family. During the 50s CE, Marcus split his time between shaping his children into the successors he wanted and advancing his own career, including a stint serving as a dependable leader in Hispania under Jullus Alexander to quell the popular uprising that broke out in the province. In 52 CE, he backed the consul Scipio's appeal to restore the old powers of the senate. The unrest spreading through the Empire throughout the decade worried Marcus, and he tightened his grip on his family's lives even further, desperate to protect them from the lethal power games of the Imperial family. The formation of the Quinquevirate also worried Marcus, who is acutely aware from his grandfather's stories the danger of such alliances. Unwilling to back either Darius or Camillus, Marcus was overcome with a feeling of powerlessness, his traditional views of the power of the Senate lost in the clamour. Eventually, the riots and murders in the city presented too much of a threat for Marcus and his family. He was among the first of many traditionalist senators to flee Rome for Antioch in early December of 60CE. Deciding cautiously to return to Rome in mid 61 CE now the threat of civil war seemed to have died now, he was one of many who advocated severe punishment for Cyprianus and all who would compromise the institution of the Senate for their own personal ends. Then, in December of 61 CE, disaster stuck for Marcus. His beloved wife, Livia, was accidentally caught up in one of the many plebeian riots taking place in the city while she was out on an errand. When Marcus arrived back from the Senate, he found friends gathered round her in the atrium. Her body was mauled and bruised. Overcome by a sense of horror deeper than anything he thought he could feel, Marcus sank to his knees, lying next to her mangled corpse for twenty hours without once moving. Despite his pleading in the Senate, his sense of duty and honour, he had failed to protect the one thing that mattered to him more than his ideals. Grief-stricken, Marcus retired from public life and took refuge once again in Antioch until news of Cyprianus' downfall was confirmed, whereupon he was persuaded by his son Publius to return to Rome. From then on, Marcus has remained in Rome as a stalwart figurehead of the Optimate faction. His ambition, though, has been entirely quelled by his loss, and he never seeks the consulship, preferring instead to devote his time to helping his children progress in both public and private life. His children recognise he's never quite been the same since Livia's death. Marcus refuses to so much as look at another woman, let alone remarry. His attitude towards his children is more doting and overbearing than ever. Now, the year is 76 CE, and old conflicts seem to be stirring within the family. What part will Marcus play? Player: locutus-sum | GMT | locutus-sum #9606
  9. Tarbus


    TARBUS. 27 | 21 September 48 CE | Slave | Stable hand | Bisexual | Wanted | Marlon Teixeira Personality. Tarbus is a staid man. He’s been through a lot and like most men born into a world of both politics and warfare, he’s very good at hiding emotion. In fact, it might well be that at this point in his life he actually has trouble feeling emotions. He’s tough as nails, durable and enduring, dogged and diligent. He takes life very seriously and it shows, in the lines of his face and the beetling set of his eyebrows. His intelligence runs more to quiet, almost sneaky cleverness. More than one unsuspecting rival or foe has been brought to their undoing when, seemingly out of nowhere, a well laid and carefully thought out trap is finally sprung, with no chance for escape. Unfortunately for Tarbus, it’s he who needs to escape now – from his Roman captors. Appearance Corded sinews ripple over long, lean muscles on a frame now stripped of any trace of excess nourishment. Enslaved and existing now on the bare minimums of whatever his current master sees fit to feed his chattel, Tarbus’ mass has diminished. Yet what there is of him is hard as stone, from hard work and even harder living. His face too is leaner, more pinched. Naturally swarthy skin, weathered over a lifetime spent outdoors to a dark golden tan, is now somewhat paler, making the dark brows stand out like warning sentinels. That brow stands guard over the even darker eyes below, which observe the world around him like soldiers on a rampart, taking the measure of the enemy without. A straight nose, set over full lips, somehow evaded any breaking force despite years of combat at arms. Dark waves of now long, untamed locks frame a face lined with the cares of a life spent always on guard, a dark beard and mustache half masking what few expressions appear on that visage. Dressed in the garb of a slave, a simple tunic and sandals, a ragged blanket serving as a cloak for days that bring an added bite of frosty chill, there is little to mark him as the once proud and dutiful son of a warrior, nephew of a chieftain, cousin of a chieftain’s wife. Yet, there is a certain set to his head, and a way he has of looking without fear upon a world grown most hostile to his existence. There is too a posture, a way he holds himself, and walks with a boldness not perhaps as common to those born into slavery. Another distinction now is clearly to be seen on his body, newly made and fresh to his mind, though healed as well as it will ever be physically. His left forearm was badly broken, and slashed deep, by the edge of a Roman short sword. With proper treatment by a bone setter, it might have healed up well enough that he could still use it. But as the injury was sustained in the fighting that saw him taken prisoner, and then enslaved, it was not tended to and the result is a twisted, bent lower arm. There was nerve damage as well, that no amount of care would have cured. He has lost most of the use of his wrist and fingers. The two handed falx will not be a weapon he’ll ever wield again. The gods had some pity on him, though, for they left him the use of his dominant right hand and arm. Family Father: Sinna, status unknown Mother: Duccidava, status unknown Siblings: 3 brothers and 2 sisters, status is unknown Spouse: Docia, status unknown Children: Duras, son, age 9, status unknown; Dapyx, son, age 6, status unknown; child, age 1, status unknown Extended family: Zia, paternal cousin, age 26, status unknown; Diegis, husband of Zia, status unknown Other: Titus Sulpicius Rufus - owner; Marcus Eppius Parthenicus - "employer" - Tarbus is contracted to him to work as a stable hand for the white faction chariot team History The successful birth of a child, especially when the mother survives the event as well, was always cause for celebration in the world into which Tarbus made his appearance. The fact that he was born on that day in which, by the priest’s reckoning, the hours of sunlight equaled the hours of darkness, was a strong portent. In their sophisticated methodology, they arrived at the fairly simplistic view that the day of his birth heralded a life of balance and a steady nature. Success and failure, good times and bad, would be his lot in equal measures. As much as any such oracles can pronounce a man’s fate, so far the priests have been proven right. But what man’s fate is either all good or all bad? Perhaps Tarbus’ destiny, as well as his reality, merely reflect the spinning wheel of fortune most men experience. He’s certainly had his ups and downs. Tarbus was the first born son of Sinna, who himself was a younger brother to Brindis, who, in time, took his rightful place as chief of the Appuli tribe. The Appuli lived approximately in the central part of the lands of the Dacian people (the Daci), nestled against the shoulder of the Carpathian Mountains, in what would later be known as the country of Romania (along with bits and pieces of the modern day countries that border it to the north, west and south). Approximately a century before Tarbus’ birth, the Thracian king, Burebista, had united the tribes of the Getae and the Daci, establishing a Dacian kingdom that stretched eastwards from the Black Sea, south to the Danube, north to the Tisza, and bounded in the north-east by the Dniester. This pushing of the boundaries of Dacian territories brought the Daci into direct conflict with Roman occupation in Thrace, Macedonia and Illyria. However, Burebista’s assassination, some 80 or so years before Duccidava, spent but smiling, saw her newborn son placed into the arms of her husband Sinna, saw the Daci revert once more to a land of internecine conflicts among the many tribes. The Appuli’s seat of power was the fortress city of Apulum, an important center of both political and economic power in the Dacian lands, sitting at the conflux of two major transportation arteries. It sat in a cradle of low hills and valleys, bounded by mountains to the northwest and south, and giving access to the Transylvania Plateau to the east. Crisscrossed by rivers, covered by forest (wherever they had not been felled to make way for cultivation and pastureland), it was a land rich in resources and supported the tribe with abundant timber, fish, and crops of wheat and other grains. The Daci were skilled vinters, and miners as well. Their lands were veined with rich lodes of gold, silver and copper, and dotted with smelting works for the production of bronze and iron. They minted their own coinage, and traded for goods coming from all corners of the known world, as well as sending their own products of metal and ceramic work out into both Europe and Asia. To the Romans, they might have been branded a wild, warlike, barbaric people. But to the child Tarbus, and to the man he was to become, his world, his land and his people were all that was needed, all that was good and wanted, all that spelled out comfort and home and happiness. Born into the aristocracy of the Appuli, Tarbus had the best that his culture could offer, in terms of material comforts. His birthright also came with obligation. He was raised to be a warrior, and in a land of near constant strife, his training was put to good use from an early age. Mentally and physically, from both nature and nurture, Tarbus was certainly able to hold his own as a bold, fearless and skilled soldier, in support of his uncle’s ambitions. For what Dacian chieftain of that time ever lacked in a zeal to take more into his own hands? Due to the sheltered location of their lands, though, direct conflict with the Roman Empire was something young Tarbus never experienced. That was perhaps something happening farther to the east, and south. The Appuli, wisely, stayed out of such events. By the age of sixteen, Tarbus was a seasoned fighter, and held some renown among his kinsmen for his prowess with both the single and double handed falx, and the sword, as well as being known to have a level head, an observant eye, and a quiet cunning. So it was that he was selected from among the young men of his uncle’s family to accompany his cousin, Zia, Brindis’ eldest daughter, to Surcea, across the Carpathian Mountains to the east. There she would marry Diegis, youngest son of the chief of the Ratacenses tribe. It was, of course, a political marriage, negotiated and secured by Zia’s father. To further assure the Ratacensi of his intent to forge a strong alliance between the two tribes, Brindis also arranged the marriage of his nephew, his daughter’s escort and guard and male representative of his tribe, to a niece of the Ratacenses chieftain. Thus did Tarbus learn to straddle the requirements of serving two masters, a never easy task. But he had the head, and the heart, to do it. Beneath the surface, though, his allegiance would always lay with the Appuli, and his uncle, and through that family bond, to his cousin, Zia. For ten years, Tarbus did his duty, to his cousin, to his uncle, to his uncle-in-law, to his adopted tribe, and to his wife. The latter he did most willingly, for the girl, Docia, was a beauty and had a pleasing manner. Her skin was fair, her eyes the shimmering greens of the new spring leaves, and her oak-colored hair fell in a straight shining curtain to her waist. Her smile was sweet as honey and her merry laugh sounded like the chimes of small silver bells. Unlike his cousin, Zia, Docia had no interest in the political maneuvering of her family. She was content to leave such matters to wiser heads, and longed only for the day when she could add being a mother to her list of domestic accomplishments. Tarbus was eager to give her the desire of her maternal longings and soon enough she bore him a son, who they named Duras. Docia was over the moon with her babe and happily let Tarbus go about his business with his shrewd cousin and her own kinsmen, while she tended to his child and his hearth. On this domestic front, Tarbus had all that he could ask for. Would that life was so simple a thing! His cousin, Zia, was definitely one of the things which made Tarbus’ life not-so-simple. Zia was always a proud, headstrong girl, and marriage did not change her. She was also very intelligent and not content to simply play the devoted wife and doting mother. An estrangement from her husband rather early in their marriage saw her withdrawing north, to Cumidava, to nurse her wounded ego, and Tarbus of course went with her. His duty was to protect her, above all else, and he never took that lightly. So he put personal feelings aside and went with her. He left a much saddened Docia behind, because he wouldn’t part her from her mother, her sisters, her aunts and cousins, not with her firstborn still toddling about, even though she would have obediently followed him. Thankfully, Zia relented and returned to her husband, and Tarbus had a much awaited and joyous reunion with his wife and son. Unsurprisingly, Docia bore him a second child nine months later, another son, whom they named Dapyx. Not too long after, a year or so, his cousin bore her own child, a boy, Luto, but this did not in any way dissuade or distract her from continuing to meddle in the political maneuvering of her husband’s tribe. Both Diegis and his father seemed to fall under her sway, or so Tarbus felt, and he didn’t feel it disloyal to his charge to try to warn his cousin’s husband, who was now his closest friend, to exercise great caution when listening and considering her counsel. It wasn’t that he thought Zia stupid, ill-informed or foolhardy. But Tarbus saw the gleam of ambition in her eyes, and he questioned the wisdom of her bold suggestions to prick and probe at the Roman lines to the south and west. He had no personal experience of the might of Rome, not yet. However, there were none in the known world who had not heard of the giant machine of conquest, and the immense wealth which funded the greedy, grasping hands of emperors who were never content with what they had and who always sought more. In this regard, they were not unlike the chieftains of the Daci, or any other men of power. But their armies were huge, well equipped, well trained and brutal. Was it wise to poke this particular wolf who seemed content for the moment to keep to its own territory? Tarbus thought not. It was not for him to say, however. The Ratacensi began sending small parties of their warriors out to harry and harass, disrupting supply lines, raiding outposts and eventually engaging the Roman troops directly in skirmishes. Tarbus’ increasingly vocal opposition against provoking Roman aggression fell on deaf ears. Nevertheless, despite his own misgivings about such operations, he continued to support the Ratacensi’s covert attempts to provoke instability. He did so out of obligation, for it was his oathbound duty to watch over and protect his pig-headed, proud, ambitious cousin, Zia. And if he could not dissuade her husband from this folly, then he must do whatever he could to help the Ratacenses achieve success. Whenever he had the chance to return to the seat of their tribe, and lay with Docia in his arms, their sons asleep in their cots beside them, he wondered where this path would take them, and if he would live to see Duras and Dapyx grow to manhood. He did not have too long to wait for an answer to his unspoken question. Poke a wolf one time too many and it is sure to leap upon you, and attempt to rip your throat out. So it was too with these Romans, who grew sick and tired of the bedevilment peppered against them by this brash Daci tribe. Ironically perhaps, it was in the midst of a feast set to celebrate yet another raid that the wolf appeared. Tarbus could only send up a swift prayer of thanks to Zalmoxis that the feast was far enough away from Surcea such that, perhaps, Docia and their sons, and the child she carried within her, would have time to flee to safety before the very long and powerful arm of Rome struck there too. For surely the Romans would not rest until they had punished the entire tribe for the audacity of its chieftain, who already lay sprawled in a growing pool of blood. So too lay his eldest and heir, dead. Tarbus realized that Diegis, his cousin-in-law, was now chief of the Ratacenses, little good it would do him. An exultant Zia, of course, was at this feast beside her husband, Tarbus thought in frustration, as he wielded the one sole falx he had to hand in the moment of the surprise attack. The gods could take her, for being the stubborn, brave, bold woman that she was, he cursed inwardly, as he twisted to avoid a Roman sword, only to feel the blade of another one slashing down on his forearm. In short order, all those who had assembled with the intent to drink to their success against the Romans were instead either dead or taken captive at their hands. Tarbus was among those left alive, as was Zia, or so he heard in the hours after their resistance was finally and fully squelched. Even young Luto, only a child, was taken, and thank the gods they spared him his life, at least initially. Diegis he had seen alive, before he was hauled away by their captors. Tarbus could only pray that somehow his own little family in Surcea would have at least a day or so of advance warning of what had just transpired, and would have time to escape the wrath of the Romans. The remnants of his adoptive tribe, and others who had joined them in the raid which had been the motivation for the feast, now became the spoils of war. Tarbus and the rest were handed over to the legate of the Legion which had so successfully rid the area of an annoying nuisance, one Titus Sulpicius Rufus. With his arm badly injured, Tarbus was quickly segregated into a group of captives with injuries or wounds grave enough to question their viability in the coming days. Some were clearly destined to make the journey to the next land. Others, like Tarbus, appeared to have a shot at making it through the coming days. It was a wonder they weren’t simply put to the sword on the spot, for the new life that lay before them was not going to be an easy one, even for those survivors who were wholly intact. In Tarbus’ case, it may have been that, knowing that he was related somehow to both the chieftain of the Appuli, as well as the captive chieftain of the Ratacensi, the guards that had his keeping were told to try to keep him alive. He might be worth something, maybe more, in any case, than the average commoner. On the other hand, perhaps they had no idea of his connections to both chieftains. At the time, he neither knew nor was in any state to either hide or disclose his status. There was no real attempt to see to his injury though, beyond binding up the hacked flesh and tying the useless arm tight to his chest. A fever soon set in and Tarbus spent the first week of his captivity laid out almost senseless. Fortunately for him, his tough constitution waged a more successful campaign against the infection than he and his fellow tribesmen had against the Romans. Within a fortnight, he was back up on his feet, and it was high time too. The legate was ready to decamp, and with him were to go many, if not all, of the enslaved Ratacensi. Unfortunately for Tarbus, he was included, and thus any chance that he might remain in Dacia and somehow find a way to escape and reunite with Docia and his boys, if they still lived, vanished like snow on the mountains during the spring thaw. Thus began a long and slow journey, to Rome. The legate was returning to his home there, with a strung out train of family, servants, slaves and baggage, all loaded into wagons, as well as a good number of soldiers as escort. Most of it was overland, to the eastern shore of the Adriatic, from whence they took ship to sail the few days it took to reach Italia. Another week saw them in Roma, and here truly began Tarbus’ new life, as a slave, put to work under a Roman master. Unsurprisingly, the Dacians were dispersed to here and there. Tarbus certainly had no clue where any but himself were sent, or sold. He’d kept quiet about his connection to the now captive chieftain, Diegis, and he hadn’t seen either his cousin or her husband or their son since the night they’d all been overcome by Rufus’ soldiers. He thought it prudent to keep his identity to himself, although he had no idea if the Romans already had determined who he was. If so, they showed him neither exceptional cruelty nor forbearance, and he was treated as were all the other captives. His mangled arm gave him mingled concern and hope – on the one hand, that might be sent to the arena, where he would surely die quickly, or that, if Rufus wanted to get any more coin out of his labor than a corpse would bring, he would be sent to some longer lived and less lethal mode of employment. The latter proved to be the case. His knowledge of Greek and Latin – which he pretended to have little of - was good enough to understand that he was being contracted to a Roman of Parthian extraction, of the equite class – a man by the name of Marcus Eppius Parthenicus. This man lead a faction, one associated with the wildly popular chariot racing, which was the life blood of Rome’s entertainment industry. The white faction had farms outside the city, where the breeding and much of the training occurred. But Tarbus was sent to the faction’s stables in Rome itself, at the Campus Martius, where the horses who were actively racing were housed. Here there was a constant bustle of work from dawn to nightfall, with a host of slaves, freedmen and plebians performing all the many, many tasks that needed seeing to reach the point where fiery and fit teams of horses and charioteers would be sent flying down the long straightaway of the Circus Maximus and its treacherous, sharp turns. It was a good thing Tarbus had been around horses all his life, for he was set to work as a stable hand, made to perform whatever tasks needed seeing to in order to keep the horses fed, watered, groomed, bathed and walked after a hard work out, as well as making sure the stables themselves stayed clean and neat. Some of it he found difficult, as his left arm was only partially useful. He adapted though and came up with a lot of work arounds. His shoulder and elbow still worked. It was just everything below the elbow that was skewed and he had limited use of his wrist and his three outer fingers on that hand. The work was physically demanding but not to an extreme. Things could have played out much worse for him. And he was pleased to find that he would often be going with the team to the Circus itself, for the races, and then back to the Campus Martius, for that meant he had some opportunity to learn about the rest of the city. Always on his mind was discovering and acting on some means of escape. It might seem far-fetched. But he had no intention of spending the rest of his life in Rome. But first, he had to discover what had happened to Zia, Diegis and Luto. He wasn't sure that they had been brought to Rome. But if they were there, he couldn’t leave without them, unless he knew with certainty that one or more of them was dead. His oath to protect and watch over Zia still stood. He had failed her, at the feast. But he wouldn’t abandon her, if she lived still. And upon Luto’s birth, that sworn obligation had extended to her child as well. Diegis was his best friend, and for that Tarbus would do all he could to aid him as well, if it was within his power to do so. But in the off chance that Tarbus could both discover Zia and Luto’s whereabouts and come up with a scheme to get them all out of Rome safely, he would not hesitate to leave without Diegis, if it came to it. Springy | GMT-5 | PM/DM
  10. Lucius Sempronius Atratinus 41 | 12 December 34AD | Senatore | Senator | Heterosexual | Original | Matthew Goode Personality. Lucius is a Roman Patrician through and through. His families name and fame are critical to his sense of self and he would do almost anything to bring it back to the lofty heights their family enjoyed during the Republic. Personally Lucius is stern and he doesn't suffer fools gladly. He rules his family with an iron fist which includes the management of his children and staff. Whilst not intentionally cruel, he has absolutely no qualms about punishing those who cross him, particularly his slaves and ex-wife whether that be through corporal means for the former, and mind-games for the latter. He's difficult to read and hides his emotions well, which make him seem detached and aloof. Internally though he seethes; both for the stupidity of his father, and out of jealousy for all those things that others have that he wishes for. Whilst he can be amiable and has a few close friends, in comparison to many of his contemporaries he can be seen as a bit of a loner, and not one for the frivolities of Rome. He has loved infrequently in his life, and has no daydreams about achieving it although he cares deeply for his children. He enjoys politicking and has a very sharp mind, which he unfortunately doesn't get to use as often as he likes given his lack of political appointments. Appearance Lucius is tall and his bearing (perfect posture, back straight, shoulders pulled back) make him appear even taller. He has a lithe but athletic figure, which has been built through his favourite exercises (running, swimming) rather than hours spent lifting the weights at the palaestra. He has dark hair and tanned skin from years in the Italian sun. He tries to keep his hair short and clean shaven as befits a man of his station. His eyes, however, are an unusual shade of green which glint blue in certain lights. He wears the 'uniform' of his class - and dons a toga for more formal occasions. As befits his stern and unforgiving personality, he prefers more muted hues in his clothes and doesn't understand his contemporaries who dress in the colours of the rainbow. He has a scar on his forehead from his service in the legions as a Tribune, reaching his right eyebrow although it has faded significantly in recent years and is now a silvery-white line. Family (TW - child loss) Father: Gaius Sempronius Atratinus (deceased, born 10AD - died 70AD at age 54) Mother: Gaia Calavia (deceased, born 18AD - died 40AD at age 22) Siblings: Full siblings: Secundus Sempronius Atratinus (deceased, born 36AD - died 37AD at age 1) Aulus Sempronius Atratinus (alive, born 40AD - aged 35) Half siblings: Tertius Sempronius Atratinus (deceased, born 47AD - died 68AD at age 21) Sempronia Papiria (alive, born 50AD - aged 25) - recently divorced Sempronia Paetilla (deceased, born 54AD - died 57AD at age 3) Spouse: - Children: Gaius Sempronius Atratinus (alive, born 63AD - aged 12) Secundus Sempronius Atratinus (deceased, born 64AD - died 68AD at age 4) Sempronia Atratina (alive, born 66AD - aged 9) Sempronia Gessilla (alive, born 69AD - aged 6) Lucius Sempronius Atratinus (deceased, born 71AD - died 72AD at age 1) Extended family: Stepmother: Papiria Paeta (alive, born 30AD - aged 45) - is considering remarriage. First cousins (via his mother who was the younger sister of their mother): Publius Horatius Justinus Horatia Justina Livia Justina Lucius Horatius Justinus Other: Ex-wife: Gessia Ursina (alive, born 47AD - aged 28) History 34AD: Lucius is born the first child and first son of an unhappy union between Gaius Sempronius Atratinus and Gaia Calavia, two patricians aged twenty four and sixteen respectively at the time. He was born nearly nine months to the date of their wedding and was treated as an auspicious sign of their union, despite lots of arguments and resentment already building between the young couple. 36AD: A younger brother is born between his parents, although he sadly dies in early childhood just after his first birthday in 37AD. 40AD: A final child is born between the couple, Lucius' younger brother Aulus. He's a healthy child but the birth leads to an infection for his mother and she passes away two weeks later. His father is wracked with guilt over their fractious marriage and pays little attention to his sons for a handful of years, preferring to focus on his career which takes him out and into the Empire. Lucius and Aulus are cared for by their paternal grandmother during this time. 45AD: His father returns from some far off province and hastily remarries, having resolved whatever guilt he felt on some far away battleground. His new bride is the fifteen year old Papiria Paeta, although out of respect for their age difference, the couple do not move in together until shortly after her sixteenth birthday. 47AD: Lucius gets another sibling by way of his stepmother; another brother they name Tertius. His stepmother is an amiable woman and settles into family life well, although the growing Lucius never quite grows to like her and finds her presence in his mothers house (even if he can't really remember his mother) irritating. 50AD: Lucius' youngest surviving sibling is born, a sister. A little later in the year he dons his toga virilis for the first time and officially becomes a man in the eyes of the law. He feels immense pride, even if his father shows utter disinterest whilst he is focused on his political career rather than his family life. 54AD: Aged twenty, Lucius starts his climb up the cursus honorum in the year his youngest sibling - another sister - is born. He is elected to the vigintiviri along with 19 of contemporaries and serves in the role for a year, finding he has a knack for magistracy. 56AD: Lucius is appointed as a Tribune in Hispania. He is slightly galled to be going to such a 'tame' province (especially when war rages on in Britannia) but accepts his commission and rides out of Rome aged twenty-two. He serves in the role for four years and performs capably, but clearly is not destined for military life. 60AD: Lucius returns to Rome after his service and takes up a role as a quaestor in Rome. His attention to detail and skill in accounts means he is well respected and his star is on the up. 62AD: Cyprianus' dictatorship causes unease in the family. His father, however, stubbornly refuses to flee to Antioch with the rest of the reduced Senate and takes to his villa near Napoli. Later in the year when civil war breaks out and Clemens declares himself Caesar Lucius cautions his father before proclaiming for any of the men vying for the purple. Ignoring his advice, Gaius throws his support behind Clemens and returns to Rome. Lucius himself has no choice but to follow the will of his father, albeit reluctantly. He stays at the villa and stews in anger. When chaos reigns and the contenders start to fall, Lucius writes to his father and urges him to renege on his support for Clemens. The letter goes on unanswered. After Quintus' triumph, Gaius finally apologises to the family. They are required to pay 25% of their wealth to the state during the amnesty, which they do. The family return to Rome in December, ridiculed and having fallen from their great height. 63AD: Desperate to shake off the infamy of their failures during the civil war, Lucius marries a young senatorial girl Gessia Ursina, daughter of of one of Quintus' long-time supporters Decimus Gessius Ursinus. The marriage is unhappy from the get-go, with Lucius distracted and trying to pick up the pieces of his political career. Nonetheless, they manage to produce a son - Gaius - who is born nearly nine months to the date of their marriage. 64AD: A second son arrives, and Lucius lobbies for further advancement. He makes no progress, and grows increasingly frustrated - lashing out at his wife and staff, and growing estranged from his father as he decides to move out of his domus. 66AD: Lucius finally manages to secure a position (having bought off the election) and is appointed a Curule Aedile. Suspicion is cast over how he could win one of the two patrician seats, but he tries to ignore it and focuses on restoration of the city that was largely destroyed by the civil war and still lies in ruins. His daughter is born this year, and Lucius warms immediately to her - more so than he did his sons. 67AD: Lucius' term ends as an aedile. 68AD: Lucius' daughter dies and he blames his wife. The couples marriage is increasingly fractious and they temporarily separate, with Gessia returning to her father for six months. 69AD: Lucius retreats to the villa after an unsuccessful attempt to be considered for a term as a legate (in the hope it would get him out of Rome and away from his misery). He suspects his previous history as being no more than average in military matters, and his fathers poor choices in politics affect his standing. Furious, he leaves Rome for the year and forces Gessia to return to him. The couple have another (their second) daughter but their marriage is irreparably damaged. When Gessia's father dies, and with her brother absent on duty in the Empire, there's nowhere for her to run to and so she stays with Lucius. 70AD: Lucius' father dies and he becomes paterfamilias. Determined to not let the past haunt him, he returns to Rome and his fathers old domus where he campaigns to be elected Praetor in the upcoming election. His lack of popularity with the imperials, and lack of military honours dampen his chances and he loses. Furious, he lashes out on his family and keeps an increasingly tight grip on them. His stepmother moves out in protest, but as paterfamilias he instructs his his half-sister to remain living with him. Papiria has no choice to agree. Gessia, increasingly disillusioned and desperate to leave, falls pregnant for the fifth time. 71AD: Lucius' third son is born, but not even that can save his marriage. 72AD: Lucius' third son dies, and again, it only deepens the cavernous cracks in his marriage. As Gessia's brother returns from a campaign, she finally has the strength to ask him to pursue a divorce. Forever politicking, Lucius can see it coming and seeks one first - claiming is wife is unstable and damaging to his children. The magistrate, a family friend, sides with him and a divorce is granted. The children remain in his care, and Gessia returns to her brother. Lucius allows her a visitation once a month, and stops it sporadically in punishment for her trying to leave him. 74AD: Lucius quietly attempts to canvas support for another run at a Praetorship, but is told this years are a shoe-in and he should focus on next years elections. He silently seethes at younger, more inexperienced and less-bright men being elected in his place. 75AD: He currently lives in Rome with: his half-sister (recently divorced) and children (his brother having his own domus), and is considering another run at a Praetorship. Sara | GMT | Discord - Sara#2296 TAG: @Gothic
  11. Davus


    DAVUS 24 | July 51 | Slave | House slave | Straight | Original | Max Minghella Personality. Davus is generally a quiet, reserved type of person. This is partly due to his upbringing and station in life and partly from natural reserve. He is thoughtful, intelligent and observant, traits that might otherwise get him in trouble - and did so on more than one occasion in his younger days, until he learned to rein himself in and just be what the Romans wanted him to be, a useful tool and of no more intelligence than that. He is very aware of the insecurity that comes with being a slave, having changed owners several times since he was ten, and while he has served in the household of Titus Sulpicius Rufus for six years (the longest he has spent in any one place since his birth), he knows that it would take one word from his master to see him at the slave market again, and he would do almost anything to avoid that. Appearance Of average height, Davus is clearly one of the many foreign-born slaves in Rome, although this is given away more by his features than the colour of his skin. He has the dark eyes and dark curly hair that denote his Egyptian background, although the paleness of his skin owes far more to his Roman father than his Egyptian mother. He looks more exotic the more time he spends out of doors in the sun as he naturally tans. He wears the clothing provided by his master - simple tunics in undyed linen with a plain leather belt, although he may be given smarter clothing if he is to serve guests at a party or other event. If he leaves the house, he will have simple leather sandals. Family Father: unknown (in reality Gaius Clovius Frontinus, a legionary stationed in Alexandria) Mother: Tabia (slave) Siblings: None known Spouse: None Children: None Extended family: None Other: History The web of the Roman slave trade was a wide net, cast right across the Mare Nostrum from Aegyptus to the Pillars of Hercules. Davus was born a slave, the son of a slave, in an Egyptian brothel in Alexandria, but was fortunate enough not to be exposed to die as many prostitutes' babies were. He grew up in the shadow of the Museion and the great Library of Alexandria, although he never had the fortune of entering the place. When he was ten, he and his mother were shipped across the wide blue Mare Nostrum to the biggest slave market in the world at Delos, where he saw even more people than he'd seen in Alexandria, and with other colours of hair like red and gold and very pale skin, which he couldn't recall ever seeing before. It was at Delos that he was separated from his mother; her buyer didn't want to spend even the few sesterces a ten-year-old would cost, and so Davus endured the first and greatest heartbreak of his life. He was eventually bought by a trader from Corinthos. He served in his house for a few years, before eventually being sold again when his master's fortunes took a turn for the worse. Now aged fifteen, he was sent west across the sea to Ostia and thence to Rome (along with sundry other slaves and various goods from all over the Empire and beyond). Unable to speak anything other than Greek and a smattering of Egyptian, he was sold again to a senator in whose house he learned Latin (which he still speaks with an Egyptian Greek accent). Eventually, aged eighteen, he exchanged households yet again, finding himself being given as a welcome home gift to one Titus Sulpicius Rufus and his wife, and he has been in their household for the last six years. He has heard stories of the Christian God all his life, but has not yet decided whether this path is one he is willing to embark on, despite being told of the love and comfort that believers have found in Him. Sharpie | GMT | Discord (#4424) or PM @Gothic
  12. Sosia Sabellia 27 | August 1st 58AD | 'Equite' (really a slave) | Professional Pretender | Bisexual | Original | Gugu Mbatha-Raw Personality. Out of her depth, sums up Sosia at present. She has lived a life in the background; quietly and diligently working away and never in the spotlight. Now she's in Rome and a respectable married woman, she's having to adapt and figure out her new role and keep up the pretence. Because of her history, she is naturally reserved but is trying her best to be the outgoing equite that she now 'is'. She has an easy laugh, and an easier smile, and makes friendships quickly. She doesn't generally enjoy flattery, finding it difficult to deal with and is relieved that her husband is abroad. Whilst she has never been in love, she enjoys the flirtation of women more than men - with several negative associations with her relationships with the latter. She suffers with anxiety and is deeply concerned about the consequences of being 'found out', and lives her life on edge as a result. Appearance Sosia has the complexion of many of her contemporaries of Africa Proconsularis; with darker skin and dark brown eyes. Her heritage is unknown, but her mother had told her previously that she had some Italian blood from the various owners the family had over the years, although she can't see much of the product of this. Her hair is tightly curled and now she finds herself in her new station, she oscillates between leaving it natural and trying to straighten it with hot irons. She has a few small scars on her person from her years as a slave, but these are fortunately concealed by her clothes. Her figure is well-maintained, with a good curve between her hip and her waist and a full chest, and unmarked from childbirth or rearing. She wears fine colours that compliment her complexion, but her years under slavery have made her frugal and she doesn't spend her money flippantly. Family Father: Cronus (alive, 54 years old, born 21AD) Mother: Labellia (alive, 50 years old, born 25AD) Siblings: 3 brothers - Plutus (alive, 30 years old, born 40AD), Opiter (alive, 29 years old, born 41AD) and Herius (alive, 25 years old, born 50AD). Spouse: Sextus Fadius Pennus (alive - 42 years old, born 33AD). Children: None. Extended family: Several cousins, aunts and uncles in slavery. Other: None. History 48AD (August) - Sosia is born, and named Antia, to a slave woman and her slave 'husband' in the household of an old equite, a famous recluse who lives on his modest estate two days outside of Carthage. She is the third child between them, with two older brothers. 50AD (May) - Antia's younger, and final sibling is born - a brother. 63AD (July) - Antia's dominus takes her to bed for the first time. It was not a pleasant affair, but his attentions occur frequently over the years as he cycles through the female slaves in his house. 74AD (April) - Antia's dominus dies a natural death, and the villa is thrown into chaos. With no natural or designated heir, or any free people on the estate, the slaves oscillate between doing their 'duty' and alerting the authorities, and keeping quiet. They know that to admit the death would mean their own sale, but to conceal the death could be eventually found out and punished. They take a vote, and decide on a majority - to quietly cremate the dominus and keep quiet. The man had received no visitors (at his insistence) for over a year, and they feel secure that they can continue the ruse - at least until they can get their affairs in order. 74AD (March) - Antia cannot continue the ruse any longer, finding the deceit and anxiety difficult to bare. She decides to leave, even understanding that this will lead to her being considered a runaway. She leaves with the blessing of her parents, and intends to head to Carthage, disguising herself as a pleb and to seek employment. She renames herself Sosia Sabellia, and leaves for her new life. 74AD (June) - Sosia finds herself embroiled in a relationship with an equite, Sextus Fadius Pannus - the heir to an incredibly successful textile merchant - as his mistress, in a desperate attempt to keep afloat. She has no love for the man, but without any transferable skills and unwilling to fall into prostitution, he was an easy option. She moves into his domus in Carthage, where his wife tolerates her as a necessary evil. 74AD (September) - For once, fortune smiles on Sosia (or so she thought) and the man's wife dies of miasma fever. Apathetic to social convention, Sextus proposes marriage to his mistress. She tries to refuse his suit, but knowing it'd be her ruin (where else could she go?) she reluctantly agrees and Sosia somehow finds herself married to an equite, whereas she should be in a slave market or crucified after what happened with her dominus. 74AD (October - December) - Rumours, however, are quick to circulate (and still stick to her name to this day) that Sextus' first wife didn't die of miasma fever, but of poisoning. They frustrate Sextus, but he is unwilling to openly defend his new young wife. Discord festers in the union but Sosia clings on, to ensure her future. 75AD (February) - Sextus is called away on business to Gallia Aquitania for the spring, leaving Sosia alone. The rumours increase in force, and the family of Sextus' first wife place increasing pressure on her. Finding it impossible to live in such a situation; with vandals ruining her walls, thugs following her in the streets and threatening letters and curses being left in her path, she plans to leave. She writes to Sextus and informs him of her situation. He muses on his options given he has no desire to have her in Gallia Aquitania, given his new mistress was in residence with him there, he sends her a stipend and instructions to travel to Rome - where he'd meet her in July, when his work in Gallia finishes. 75AD (March) - Sosia arrives in Rome, terrified at being in the 'heart of the beast', but she quickly sets up her home with a few slaves. Despite the business of the city, and the fear she feels fluttering in her chest, she enjoys the peace it affords her and hopes her days of looking over her shoulder are over. She still keeps in contact with her family - she has learned to write in her years of 'freedom' and sends missives to her old villa, in the hope that all is well. Sara | GMT | Discord @Gothic
  13. Iophon


    IOPHON 22 | 10th December 52 CE | Peregrini | Periegetes (Tour Guide)and Fabulator (Storyteller) | Bisexual | Original | Robert Sheehan <> Personality. Iophon is friendly, easygoing, and talkative. He is eager to strike up a conversation with anyone and everyone, and charming enough that it doesn't feel pushy. He is honestly curious about people, and stories, and the world around him. In fact, he loves stories wholeheartedly, and sees them as a tradition and art form, rather than an easy way to make some coin. With that said, however, Iophon loves an easy way to make some coin. He is clever, with a good memory and a winning personality, but he is not ambitious at all; he likes the finer things in life, and likes spending his free time with enjoyable activities. He is not one for hard work, or an established career. He is the embodiment of "carpe diem". He also has no qualms about making up a story and telling it as true whenever he feels like it; he is an enjoyable guide for visitors to Rome, but he is an abysmal academic source... Appearance Iophon is tall, long-limbed and lean, with curly black hair, short cropped black beard (he's still working on that), hazel eyes, and a bright, wide smile. He tans in the warm months of the year, and has some freckles. He is fraternal twins with Artemon, and not many people can tell by looking that they are related at all. Iophon generally has a decent appearance, he likes his tunics clean and presentable, but he is fighting a constant losing battle against keeping his hair in check. He is usually seen hanging around monuments, temples, and other sites of interest, with a satchel slung over his shoulder, filled with interesting tidbits, and trinkets for sale. Family Father: Empedion (b. 18) Mother: Tsillah (b. 23) Siblings: Euphemios (b. 40), Apollodora (b. 42), Hermolaos (b. 46), Niketas (b. 49), Chrysanthe (b. 51), Artemon (twin brother, b. 52), Tryphosa (b. 57). Spouse: n/a Children: n/a Extended family: aunts, uncles and cousins Other: n/a History 52 CE – Iophon is born a few minutes after his twin brother, Artemon, into an Egyptian Greek family in a village near Ptolemais Hermiou. Just like all his siblings, he receives a Greek name from his proudly Greek father, and a deep sense of being Egyptian from his mother. Iophon is a bright and curious child, who loves stories, and loves exploring interesting places as soon as he can crawl. 59 CE – The family is somewhat struggling food and livelihood, and the older siblings go off to work or marry. Artemon takes on fishing. Iophon is showing signs of being an intelligent child, so one of his Greek uncles, who works as a scribe, takes him on as an apprentice. He doesn't live far from the family's home, so Iophon spends his days with him, and his nights at home. His parents hope he might become a scribe, or even - his father's ambition - a scholar. Iophon begins to learn to read and write and count, and he takes to it easily. At the same time, he is fascinated by the endless stories his uncle Eumaios tells him. He begins to learn history, Greek, Egyptian, and Roman, and alongside he begins his lessons in Latin. 59-68 CE - Iophon learns letters and languages, but as clever as he is, he is not ambitious at all. He loves to talk, however, and his easygoing and friendly manner makes him popular, not just among the village youth, but also with strangers (especially around the taverns). He picks up the most colorful and useful bits of his studies, and he starts spinning tales for visitors, making up ancient curses and local legends wherever his deep store of tales from his parents, grandparents, and uncles runs dry. His father is more and more disappointed, but Iophon discovers that a good story is worth a pretty coin. He starts visiting the elders of the village and even farther, fishing for the best stories to tell. 68-74 CE – Iophon's father puts his foot down about his twin sons making themselves useful (and gainful). Partly under parental pressure, and partly to look after his thick-headed twin, Iophon joins up with a company of merchants alongside Artemon. He is a shit sailor, but he can keep everyone entertained, and even though he tries to get away with the least amount of work, he does enough not to get kicked overboard. The silver lining in the venture is travel: for Iophon, the world is made of stories, and new lands mean new stories. He is excited for adventure. When Artemon eventually suggest they should go to Rome and seek their fortune, Iophon cheerfully agrees. 74 CE – The twins disembark in Ostia, and while Artemon finds himself work around the docks, Iophon heads straight to Rome. The big city is full of marvels, and Iophon devours all of it: the games, the races, the markets, the baths, and temples and the brothels. While Artemon struggles to find the next big break, Iophon throws himself into life in Rome, not really thinking about tomorrow. He frequents the libraries available at the baths and other public spaces, and eventually starts spinning his tales again, working as a guide for people even newer to Rome than he is. Many of his stories are real, while others are completely made up by him, and not many notice the difference. 75 CE - The earthquake hits Rome, and everything is turned upside down. Artemon decides to move into the city permanently. Since neither of them has money for a house, the brothers rent a small one-room space in an insula, and move in together. Artemon is still chasing the next big thing, and Iophon is beginning to strike deals with brothels, shops, and other tourist attractions, channeling people their way, and getting a piece of the profit... usually in goods. Chevi | Central Europe | Discord
  14. SECUNDUS QUINCTILIUS VARUS. 47 | 6 March 28 AD | Paterfamilias | Senator | Straight | Canon | Carlos Bernard <> Personality. In public, Secundus seems to be friendly, but also well-mannered; a bit vain, perhaps, but ultimately somewhat charming, if stuffy. Outsiders are often surprised by the combination of senatorial poise and youthful exuberance, but not put off by it. It's only Secundus' family that sees just how unstable and temperamental he can be. He is a reclusive man. He lies easily, presenting one face to the public, and a less flattering one to those who know him best. He often panics when surrounded by too many people, and whenever Secundus experiences fear, he responds with cruelty. Secundus has violent and rebellious impulses which he carefully keeps in check. Watching gladiatorial matches provides something of an outlet for this raw, unacceptable part of himself. He is also impatient, easily bored with idle talk, and ill-tempered when he thinks he has a right to be- most often, around his brother, sister, and wife. Secundus views his brother as an usurper, who has taken his rightful place in the family. Despite his own familial issues, Tertius is a figure Secundus sees as having achieved what he was meant to, after Publius died, and he resents the man for it. It might have blown over if not for his temper; the two bickered after his return, and Secundus was never willing to admit defeat. As such, their conversations always devolve into insults and reproach. Secundus his sister and her children married someday. Despite his marriage, Secundus still views that branch of the family as the best chance for his father's legacy to be carried forward. He does not believe that he will be a good father. So far, however, he has been unable to find a proper husband to her. Secundus is too arrogant to recognize that much of this failure rests with his approach; his impatience, his high standards, and his hostility. Appearance Above average height and weight, Secundus strikes an imposing figure, until one takes a closer look. His thick beard, though somewhat groomed, is barely kept in check. It does not grow longer, but nor does he ever shave it completely. His clothes, while never sloppy, often seem somewhat dreary. Secundus cuts the figure of a rich, powerful senator. He likes to wear expensive clothing, and it is impeccably maintained. He walks in public as a figure of supreme confidence, shoulders back and back erect. However, in private, he slouches, every movement slightly slower and more ungainly than it should be. Similarly, while he retains the musculature of any capable warrior, he's softened over the years. His skin is a very light shade of brown; it had been darker, once, during his time in Germania, but with his current lifestyle, it has lightened considerably. His head hair, at least, he keeps well-groomed, as befits a patrician man of his age and standing. Family Father: Publius Quinctilius Varus Major (deceased) Mother: Laelia Calida (deceased) Siblings: Publius Quinctilius Varus (brother, deceased), Tertius Quinctilius Varus (brother), Quinctilia Varia (sister) Spouse: Livia Justina Children: None, despite his fervent wishes Extended family: Marcus Sergius Auletius History As the second child, Secundus happily flourished within the shadow of his older brother, Publius. Lacking the intelligence to be a good student, Secundus spent most of his time carousing with friends or watching gladiator fights. If it had been up to him, Secundus would have lived a life completely free of rank or responsibility. Instead, his brother's death brought unprecedented amounts of filial duty down on his head. In order to please his father (and to get away from his watchful eye), Secundus joined the legion and fled for Germania. As a soldier, he taught himself the critical lessons of duty, patriotism, and responsibility. Where once there had been an eager young boy, now Secundus had become a dour young man. He dreamt of a comfortable life at home when the legion no longer had need of him, and he could retire with his wife and children to carry forward his father's legacy. Instead, he was captured by the enemy. It should have been an ordinary battle, but the enemy soldiers outnumbered them. Several tribes had combined their armies in order to challenge the Rowan forces. The Romans were ultimately able to drive back the opposing forces, but before losing some of their own. Several hours later, the other soldiers realized that some of their number were missing, but by then it was too late. Secundus and his compatriots were behind enemy lines. Had Secundus died then, or escaped, perhaps he might have still achieved his dreams of familial bliss. Instead, he remained in Germania for the next six years. After his return, Secundus and his younger brother, Tertius, argued badly before Tertius married and moved away. Secundus also has argued with his sister, as she has yet to re-marry since being widowed. Secundus himself married Livia Justina in 73 AD and it has been an unhappy, and sometimes, violent union. They spend most of their time in a villa in sleepy Tibur outside Rome. Secundus still has nightmares of what he experienced- what he did- in Germania. He has told no one of what happened there. He talks during his sleep, sometimes even walking. He screams, at night, in the language of those barbarians. Timeline: 28 AD- Secundus is born 30 AD (2)- Tertius is born 45 AD (17)- Publius dies, making Secundus his father's heir 46 AD (18)- Becomes military tribune in Germania 55 AD (27)- Becomes captive of Germania 61 AD (33)- Returns to Rome 73 AD (45)- Marries Livia Járnviðr | EST (-5:00 GMT) | Járnviðr#1573
  15. MANIUS RUTILIUS GALLUS 40 | Springtime, 36 AD | Freedman | In the market for jobs| Bisexual | Original | Francois Arnaud Personality. When you first meet Manius, he will seem like a possibly gloomy man. Maybe a bit too cautious and a man of few words too. Many events in his life has shaped him into the man he is today; troubled, thoughtful and hard-working. He likes to work and does what he has to do – he carries out work, carries out the orders given to him and that’s really what he cares about doing. He may seem like a workaholic to some, but it is far more than that. Manius is very content with having something to do – he does not strive for happiness nor for social rank and he still barely thinks he deserves the freedom his former master gave him. Especially considering the most recent events of his life. His self-esteem tends to go up and down and he does not take compliments well if they’re given to him. He always thinks he can do better and will most likely not believe you, if you told him he’s doing fine. Manius feels life has treated him badly and the person he blames for this, is himself. He thinks he has often failed those, who should be able to trust him. It is his fault, that his wife and son were killed, so many years ago. And somehow it is also his fault, that his master was eventually executed, because Manius failed to find a way to save him. And now he wasn’t at home during the earthquake and his wife has gone missing. If only he’d been there. He does not care what happens to himself and if he has indeed done something wrong, he will willingly take a beating or a flogging. He believes he deserves it. And secretly, something no one in his present life knows, he enjoys the pain. He is fiercely loyal to those he serves today and will do literally anything they ask of him – no matter his own moral standards. Those he serves deserve his loyalty and trust. When it comes to relationships, Manius sometimes makes friends, because he is a protective and deep within gentle man, but he is not the type who makes the first move or talks out of turn. In truth he probably have more enemies now than friends in Rome because of his close relationship with his latest master and the fact that he can hold a grudge for a long time. Love is a strange thing to Manius – he loves, or loved, his wife Salacia, who is now missing and they had a very gentle and sweet relationship. But then there is his other side, in which he enjoys pain, something she never knew. Now that she is gone, he’s uncertain about what to do though, so he wants to throw himself into work once more. To both forget… and remember, that he should never take anything for granted. Appearance Manius has dark brown and somewhat curly hair. In the past, he’d often have it at shoulder length, but at the moment, it is shorter than that. He never keeps it entirely short though and it is half-long and slightly curly. Manius will often look a little scruffy, he does not really care much about his looks. With no woman to take care of him now, he cares little for his appearance except for what any employer tells him. He has hazel brown, troubled eyes and a very sculptured face, which some have called ‘wolf-like’. On his back and towards his neck, he has scars that he gained a long time ago. Nowadays he does not care to hide them anymore. His skin is somewhat pale, and his body is well trained, fit and slender. Manius will often be seen wearing short dark colored breeches and a pale (not bleached) colored or dark tunica over the breeches. When fighting and working as a bodyguard, Manius wears leather armor too. Manius has a dark grey cloak. He’s always wearing a weapon on his person too, mostly a short sword or a knife and has learned how to hide said weapon. Family Father: Publius Gallus (deceased) Mother: Aurelia Lucia (deceased) Siblings: N/A Spouse: Salacia (unknown whereabouts) Previous spouse: Dianna Marcia (deceased) Children: Manius Gallus Minor (deceased) Other: Former dominus and employer: Manius Rutilius Cyprianus (deceased) Current job: Bodyguard to Caecina Tusca History 36 AD - Manius Gallus was born the son to a free plebian couple in Rome. His father, Publius, worked at the slave market, but it did not seem to interest Manius at first. The boy preferred to fight with other boys at the market. A teacher was employed when Manius was old enough, so he could be professionally trained in fighting. 51 AD – Manius discovers women, wine… and gambling. It was fun and new and interesting and he got caught up in it. He also got a job at last, his father securing his son a job at the slave market, where he worked as a guard, trying to keep the most ill-tempered slaves in check. Naturally, they disliked being kept down by such a young man, but Manius did not think much about that. At least he was no slave. 55 AD – Manius marries Dianna Marcia. It is an arranged marriage, but they learn to love each other fast. Dianna is soon pregnant. Manius continues his gambling habit. 56 AD – A son is born, Manius Gallus Minor. Manius adored his son, but… things began to go wrong, after his son was born. First his mother became ill, dying a few months later. And Manius was still gambling and had been caught in a web of owing money, thanks to the Servian Collegium lending him coin that he was unable to pay back. Because of that, Manius and his family were threatened because Manius was unable to gain the coin he needed to pay his debts. 58 AD – Manius has gained too much debt at the gambling tables. He was 22 years old the day he came back from work, to find his wife and 2-year-old son murdered, gathered on the floor in a pool of blood. Manius naturally, and with good reason, blamed himself for this. He considered taking his own life, but decided that would be too easy for someone as inferior as he. Instead he sold his home, all of his belongings and then himself at the end – he gave himself up to slavery instead and was soon purchased by a family. Here he would teach two young sons how to fight and became bed slave to the oldest son, who mistreated him. 59 AD – Manius is sold after issues with the family. Before he was sold though, the son of the house who took him to bed, chose to say goodbye to Manius in his own special way. Manius has scars across his back and neck because of this. But eventually, he was sold to a new master and mistress, to become a bodyguard to his new mistress. In 59 AD, he was passed on to a new master and mistress, to be bodyguard to the mistress. He fell back to gambling, briefly, and got himself beat up and abused after losing a game. 60 AD, spring – While he enjoyed the new job as a bodyguard, he made a mistake. He fell in love with his mistress and dared to kiss her one day they were walking on the beach. He was soon for sale again, this time to be bought by one certain Manius Rutilius Cyprianus. To begin with, Manius worked as a house slave, but soon advanced to personal sparring partner when his Dominus practiced his fighting skills. And before Manius knew it, he was more or less functioning as his master’s very loyal bodyguard. And Cyprianus needed one, since he made plans behind everyone else’s backs and kept climbing the social ladder in Rome, until he was Dictator. 60 AD, fall – Manius was, against his will, freed and would instead officially function as Procurator a Patrimonio for the Dictator of Rome. Unofficially, he still functioned as a bodyguard and followed Cyprianus wherever he could. Even as a freedman, Manius was loyal to his Dominus to the point of insanity. On another front however, something good happened (Manius did not consider being freed as a good thing). His fellow slave Salacia, whom he’d fallen in love with, was also freed and the two were married. 62 AD, spring – Not even Manius could prevent his master’s fall from grace. After his master resigned his final duty, Cyprianus decided it was about time Manius and Salacia lived their own life. Manius and Salacia retreated to Pompeii in early 62 AD, before all the riots and the trouble in Rome and wasn’t there when the mob stormed the Curia. In Pompeii, Manius settled down with training guards and bodyguards for wealthy and noble people. 62 AD, summer – Living in Pompeii didn’t work out well for Manius and his wife. Going home to rest at night wasn’t enough for a man like Manius. In the summer of 62 AD, his father passed away and left a sum and Manius returned to Rome with his wife, to move into his father’s old home. In Rome, he was still able to come and go from the Imperial Palace and did what he could to save his former master, who had been arrested for corruption. From behind the scenes, he’d try to prevent the execution of Cyprianus, but eventually, his former master is instead murdered. Manius decided it was best for him and his wife to stay out of sight and they resumed to living quite ordinary lives in Rome. Manius became a guard at the slave market once more, in order to earn some coin and remind himself how little he deserves the life he has now. 75 AD – For over 10 years, Manius and Salacia have lived a quiet life without anyone paying them much attention. They never had any children. Then the earthquake happened. Manius had been working a night shift at the slave market and he assumed Salacia had been at home and could only pray that she reached safety… but when he returned home the following morning, she was gone. No one had seen her; she seemed to have disappeared. Not knowing whether his wife is alive or dead, Manius is once more at a loss of what to do with his life. And because his employer at the slave market lost a great deal of coin because of the earthquake, Manius lost his job. Anyone he knew in the past are either dead or have disappeared. He's alone. He has nothing and if he does not find a job, he won't have any money left either. Then he'll loose his home. Manius is desperate. So once more, he is looking for a meaningful purpose with the miserable life he still has. He currently works as a bodyguard for Caecina Tusca. Atrice | GMT+1 | PM or Discord
  16. Didia Nonia 25 | 1st May 50AD | Plebeian | Stallholder | Bisexual | Original | Ana de Armas Personality Didia is a 'good girl' as her father likes to describe her. She is dedicated to her family and endeavours to help them in any way she can, which as of late means more time spent at the markets and on her rounds with her brother. She is a hopeless optimist and has a generally sunny disposition - qualities which help sales but are actually genuine. She spends the majority of her time with other plebeian's and slaves given her profession and so is down to earth and happy to pitch in where necessary. She has precisely zero ambition for anything more for her life; she's utterly content to live and die as a plebeian and can't imagine a life spent in the lap of luxury like in some of the houses she attends. Conversational and chatty, she'd willingly talk to anybody she comes across although she struggles with those far removed from her own social standing - not that she comes across them much! She's a bit jaded on love and romance after her divorce, and isn't actively looking for a husband. Her father overlooks the fact that she really should be settling down by virtue of the fact that she's a helping hand now he needs it, and is content not to press the issue which suits her fine. Appearance Didia is of a fairly average height with a youthfully curvaceous figure. She's not had children yet, and so has maintained a body free from its trials and scars. Her family are Hispanian and so she has olive skin with dark hair, but has inherited from somewhere a set of bright hazel eyes. She has a round face and full lips which make her appear a little younger than her years. She dresses simply in serviceable clothes but tries to look neat and orderly because as her Papa told her, first impressions count and she wants to promote their business to the best of her ability. Family Father: Gaius Didius Nonianus (alive, born in 25AD) Mother: Suetonia Gallia (alive, born in 24AD) Siblings: Lucius Didius Nonianus (alive, born in 47AD) Publius Didius Nonianus (alive, born in 48AD) Appius Didius Nonianus (alive, born in 54AD) Suetonia Nonia (alive, born in 56AD) Spouse: Lucius Accius Dardanus (alive, born in 45AD) - divorced in 73AD Children: N/A Extended family: Numerous nieces and nephews from her siblings. Other: N/A History 50AD: Didia was born the third child, and first daughter, of two Hispanian parents in the province, in the city of Urgavo (modern day Arjona). Her parents were traders, with a reputable business selling produce to the town and earned a good living. Her parents had adopted the Roman customs and names (their own original family names long lost to history in an attempt to assimilate) and thus named her Didia. 58AD: Following the birth of her youngest sibling and her mothers proclamation that they wouldn't be having any more to join them, having endured five births in nine years, her father seeks new horizons. His brother, Lucius had moved to the eternal city before Didia's birth and realising he needed more profit to feed five hungry children, decamped the family from Hispania to Rome - moving them into a squalid little insulae where the bulk of the family still live. 62AD: Whilst the rest of the Roman empire was cast into turmoil during the Civil War, her father sensed a business opportunity. Fresh food was scarcer to come by and so by leveraging his connections throughout Italy (with his brother) and Hispania, Gaius managed to keep the business going - in fact it thrived. 64AD: Her oldest brother, a source of constant disappointment to her father, moves out of the family apartment to make his own way in business, becoming embroiled in one of the gangs (she dares not to ask which one). He returns periodically with another new child from another new woman, or to ask for money. 68AD: Her middle brother, Publius, marries a nice young woman whose father is a blacksmith for one of the Senators (she finally learns what Senators are in the process), and moves out to another insulae in the city. 70AD: Keen to remove unnecessary financial burdens from his home given a few years of poor harvests, Gaius deigns his daughter to marry a colleague at the market; Lucius Accius. Didia does her duty and marries him, moving into his insulae. The marriage was fine but fairly loveless and Didia realised pretty early on that her husband was only interested in men. He was away often, tending to his perfumery business and having affairs of the flesh. She didn't mind, and tried her best to support him by working the various stalls he had set up across the city. 73AD: After three years, and mounting debts - Lucius asks her father for a divorce. His habits and spending meant he was no longer in a position to support a wife and Gaius begrudgingly accepts his daughter back into his home. He marries off Didia's younger sister, Suetonia, to a more promising man and she moves out - leaving Didia, her younger brother Appius, two of Lucius' illegitimate toddlers (whom she looks after with her mother) and her parents in their apartment. She tries to be as helpful as she can and redecorates it; managing to finally make a partition so she and her brother can have a little privacy from her parents. 75AD: Her father is involved in an accident with one of his delivery carts and subsequently now struggles to walk. Didia and her brother take over the management of the delivery rounds and she finds her chances to visit some of the domi of the rich and powerful thrilling. Sara | GMT | Discord - Sara#2296 TAG: @Gothic
  17. LIVIA JUSTINA 27 | 4th March 48CE | Senatore | Matron | Heterosexual | Original | Noémie Schmidt Personality If the Livia of twenty years ago and the current Livia were to meet, they would hardly believe they were the same person. Unfortunate life events have forced Livia to adapt and reinvent herself, and each time the end result has differed markedly from the starting point. To those who only know her superficially, she is a quiet and withdrawn thing whose favourite pastime appears to be sewing, leaving some to wonder if she is trying to live up to the deified Augusta of the same name. When in more familiar company, glimpses of the inquisitive and outgoing child she once was surface occasionally. Regardless of who she is with, Livia makes the effort to commit to (an unfortunately good) memory small details and information about the other party; not only does this leave them with a favourable impression of her but it also allows her to direct the spotlight away from herself and onto others. Livia measures her words and acts carefully and holds tightly on to what little measure of control she is afforded. The gaiety and spontaneity of her youth eventually gave way to calculations and worst-case scenarios; her passivity and hesitance to act before all outcomes and consequences are accounted for are not innate, but acquired. She possesses an attention to detail in everything she does, be it from making additions to the hem of a palla to giving orders to her slaves. Perhaps because of this, combined with the few opportunities she has to be the one in charge and her need for someone else to be the weakest link for once, slaves find her a hard mistress to please. Appearance A blonde like some of her relatives, Livia’s hair is long and naturally wavy, its curls exaggerated by elaborate styling. Whereas she used to take pride in it and would gladly spend hours having it cared for by ornatrices, nowadays it looks rather dull, with only a passable amount of effort put into it. Her green eyes, once shrewd and vivacious, seem tired and lifeless. Livia’s smiles are few, quick and short and she finds it safer to chuckle lightly when something amuses her than to break out in full-fledged laughter. Petite and slender at just 157 cm, Livia cuts no imposing figure. Her body has not changed much in the last ten years – no sagging breasts, rounded hips or flabby belly -, but the same cannot be said of her posture: though she still sits and stands up straight, she almost always lowers her head to avoid eye contact and appears to be lost elsewhere within her mind, mostly uninterested in what goes on around her. Her garments are of fine quality but sober in colour and fashion, although the accompanying jewellery is often more eye-catching and intricate. Family Father: Marcus Horatius Justinus (alive, 63) Mother: Livia Calavia (deceased in the Civil War) Siblings: Publius Horatius Justinus (alive, b. 35 AD) Horatia Justina (alive, b. 42 AD) Lucius Horatius Justinus (alive, twin brother) Spouse: Gnaeus Hortensius Clarus (b. 43 AD, d. 70 AD) Secundus Quinctilius Varus (b. 28 AD) Children: Early miscarriage (69 AD) Stillborn daughter (70 AD) Extended family: Aulus Calpurnius Praetextatus (brother-in-law via Horatia) Titus Calpurnius Praetextatus (nephew) Calpurnia Horatia (niece) Tertius Quinctilius Varus (brother-in-law via Secundus) - Teutus Quinctilius Varus (nephew-in-law) - Antonia Varia (niece-in-law) Quinctilia Varia (sister-in-law via Secundus) - Sergia Auletia (niece-in-law) - Marcus Sergius Auletius (nephew-in-law and lover) Other: History CHILDHOOD [48 – 60 AD] Livia Justina was the last-born of the four Justini siblings, a few minutes after her twin brother Lucius and with an even better pair of lungs despite her small size. Named for her mother, who fell ill shortly after the birth but eventually recovered somewhat, Livia grew up a curious and lively child, constantly asking questions about everything and anything and keeping up with her brothers and their boisterous playing whilst their older sister Horatia kept a watchful eye on them. She remembers little of her earlier years in Rome but has fond memories of the family’s time in Hispania and the freedom to run about and play that she and Lucius had there. Eventually they returned to Rome, where Livia began her incursions in the world of learning. Unlike Horatia with her fondness for reading, Livia preferred more active pursuits like swimming or playing ball and discovered a natural talent for sewing and weaving. TEENAGE YEARS [60 – 66 AD] Puberty brought not only its own set of worries, but also a deeper understanding of the turmoil Roman society is plunged into. Between half of her family leaving for Greece for a couple of years and all the rioting and constant fighting for power in Rome, Livia grew up far more cautious and fearful than she should have had to, keeping a low profile and urging her twin to do the same. Their mother was added to the long, long list of victims of the civil war on one fateful day, and Livia struggled with vivid nightmares of the violent demise for months on end. Peace was finally achieved after years of fighting as Quintus Caesar was victorious and life could start to resume its normal pace. For Livia this meant that the much delayed affair of finding a suitable husband and becoming a proper and virtuous matron began in earnest. ADULTHOOD [67 AD - present] In 67 AD and after a great deal of persuading and convincing her father, Livia married Gnaeus Hortensius Clarus, heir to an old and distinguished family and five years her senior. Having already caught one another’s eye at several occasions long before the wedding, the couple’s impressions were confirmed as they quickly grew fond of each other and had a happy marriage in between Gnaeus’ career-related absences. Their bliss was marred by an early miscarriage in 69 AD, but Livia got pregnant again soon afterwards. However, news of Gnaeus’ sudden and unexpected death in Judea sent her into preterm labour and Livia gave birth to a daughter too premature to survive. The next two years saw Livia grieving deeply and undergoing drastic personality changes to the point where she avoided visits or gatherings and became somewhat of a recluse. In a clumsy and misguided attempt to bring his youngest daughter out of her mourning and back into Roman society, her father arranges for her to marry Secundus Quinctilius Varus, paterfamilias and older than Livia by almost twenty years but still unmarried and childless. Too apathetic to fight the decision, Livia does as expected of her and exchanges vows with Secundus in 73 AD. The union could not have been more disastrous: her new husband is very prone to sudden, unpredictable and terrifying bouts of bad temper, fuelled by his past tribulations in Germania, and Livia grows even quieter and more withdrawn, trying her best not to provoke his fury. Unfortunately it is not always enough, and Livia has found herself slapped, kicked, dragged by the hair and on the receiving end of various indignities more times than she cares to count. Whereas a more spirited woman would have returned to her father’s house and demanded a divorce at once, Livia feels that the failure of yet another marriage would bring shame to her father and siblings as well as their families by association, and has subconsciously convinced herself that she deserves her fate for having failed to honour her first husband’s legacy and bring a living, healthy child by him into the world. Her suffering has recently been somewhat alleviated by an illicit liaison: Livia has found a measure of compassion and solace in the arms of Marcus Sergius Auletius, the son of her husband’s sister and an ambitious young man who is none too fond of his uncle. For the time being only their respective body slaves are privy to the affair, although rumours may start to circulate should the pair grow bolder or less careful. Liv | GMT+1 | PM here or DM Liv#5452 @Gothic
  18. Horatia Justina 32 | 29 October 42CE | Senatore | Matron | Heterosexual | Wanted | Lotte Verbeek Personality. Horatia has grown up understanding what is expected of her. As a wife and a mother she is dutiful and respectful, never knowingly stepping over the boundaries of her gender or role, in public or with those she does not know. In a world of beautiful, talented, vivacious women Horatia considers herself somewhat of a wallflower by comparison, although plays the part of a socialite when she needs to, as all good Roman matrons must. She doesn't possess the love of fame or infamy that some of her contemporaries do, nor does she enjoy gossip. However, in private with close female friends she warms up and can chatter with the best of them. Beneath her public quietness she has a core of iron. Steadfast to her husband and her family, she would walk through fire or swim to the deepest depths for them. In private with her family or her close friends - of which she has few - she can be witty, shrewd and intelligent. An educated woman, she is well-read and well-versed in politics from conversation with her father and brothers and her own observations. When her husband asks her opinion, even after all of these years, she is secretly thrilled; she doesn't often rely on the validation of others being very much at peace with herself, but she has to admit it is a genuine pleasure to be considered useful and bright! She is not overly demanding of her children or her slaves, but expects others to adhere to the social hierarchies she herself conforms to. She loves Titus and Calpurnia with every fibre of her being and has settled into the role of a mother with ease, although she is secretly pleased she hasn't fallen pregnant again - the last birth was trying on her. On very rare occasions she can find herself frustrated at her lot in life - daydreaming about days spent in the senate or in political schemes, but she quickly quashes such notions. She does what she can to influence things, but tries her best to do this plainly and honestly through conversation with her brothers and family when they indulge her, rather than through duplicity. Overall, she's a woman at ease with herself and her lot in her life. Appearance Statuesque for a woman at 5'6, Horatia carries herself with grace and dignity - an arrow straight posture and shoulders pulled back, she has an elegance born to somebody of her station. Whilst not a frivolous woman, now she's back in Rome from Raetia she indulges the latest fashions but conscious she's not a teenager anymore, she keeps her styles and the cut of her clothes mature. She has a penchant for fine jewellery, particularly bracelets, and indulges this when Aulus allows her to as her one vice. Her most striking features are her naturally bright red hair, its provenance unknown given her parents were blondes and brunettes, and her bright blue eyes. Whilst not vain, she has put effort into keeping her appearance as youthful as possible and fastidiously avoids the bright sun to keep her complexion pale and line free in attempt to keep herself feeling her best. Naturally slender, two children have given her curves in her hips that she didn't possess in her youth but she is comfortable with her figure and has confidence born of age and being at peace with oneself. Family Father: Marcus Horatius Justinus (alive, born 12AD - 63) Mother: Livia Calavia (deceased in the Civil War) Siblings: Publius Horatius Justinus (alive, born 35AD - 40) Lucius Horatius Justinus (alive, born in 48AD - 27 - twin of Livia) Livia Justina (alive, born in 48AD - 27 - twin of Lucius) Spouse: Aulus Calpurnius Praetextatus Children: Titus Calpurnius Praetextatus (alive, born Aug 61AD - 13) Calpurnia Horatia (alive, born July 63AD - 11) Early miscarriage (in 71AD) Extended family: Tiberius Calpurnius Praetextatus - father in law (alive) Aurelia Faustina - mother in law (alive) Calpurnia Praetextata - sister in law (alive) Other: N/A History CHILDHOOD [42 - 54AD] Horatia was born the first daughter and second child of the Senator Marcus Horatius Justinus and his young wife Livia. With a strong and healthy son already in the family, her father was delighted at the birth of a daughter. Her very early childhood - not that she remembers much of it - was spent between Rome and Germania where her father was stationed as a legatus. Whilst stationed in a villa suitably far away from the fighting, she does distinctly remember her mothers relief as they returned to Rome after she fell pregnant with Horatia's siblings Lucius and Livia. Born in 48AD, when Horatia was five, the twins were born ruddy faced and squalling but healthy. Her mother, to everybody's relief, survived the birth but was ill for a time after. She later learnt there had been a fever of some sort that had rendered her mother unable to carry any further children and her health was never quite been the same again. Nonetheless, Horatia's childhood was a happy one and despite a move again when she was nine to Hispania to follow her father, largely uneventful. She spent her days with her siblings and being indulged by her parents; becoming literate and finding a particular fascination with reading. She could often be found, upon an evening, curled up in her fathers disused study when he was away on campaign, parchments littering the floor as she slept soundly. She found reading an escape from the energetic personalities of her older brother and younger twin siblings. A quiet child, she find solace in words and her lessons as well as her relationship with her mother which flourished as she grew older. TEENAGE YEARS [54 - 61AD] The family returned from Hispania, where her father had once again served as legatus when Horatia was 12. Around her fourteenth birthday in 56AD, she spent her teenage years dutifully entering Roman society as an eligible young woman. Never a particularly vivacious child - reserving her witticisms and intelligence for those she knew best and trusted - the shy Horatia was somewhat passed over by eligible bachelors seeking a spouse. A little deflated, and unconvinced by her families insistence there was a man that would want her as she was, she attempted to ingratiate herself with the women of respectable society with the use of cosmetics, flash dress and jewellery. This faux confidence worked for a time, as did her families excellent connections and Horatia found herself at sixteen engaged to marry a man only a few years older than herself; a Lucius Ranius Latus, the second son of a Senator her father was acquainted with. The engagement, however, was not to last and a disagreement over the terms of the wedding as well as the families pedigree led to the dissolution of the match. Frustrated and embarrassed by her complete lack of success with men, Horatia shut herself away for a time. Her friends were moving on and she felt...stationary. It was only when her mother suggested a turn to Greece to visit her brother, who was based in in the province at the start of his military career that she felt a flicker of happiness. Begrudingly agreeing to the journey, Horatia set off for Greece with her father at the end of 59AD. The Fates, however, had a fortuitous plan for Horatia. Upon her arrival, her brother introduced the seventeen year old to his peer, the twenty-seven year old Aulus Calpurnius Praetextatus. Smitten with a man who didn't seem to want her dressed up to the nines in garish clothes, or giggling girlishly, she was delighted at the offer of marriage. Her father accepted after some negotiation and the couple married in Greece in 60AD just after Horatia turned eighteen. She has never quite forgotten the debt of gratitude she owes to her eldest brother, not that he ceases to remind the happy couple at every available opportunity. Following the wedding, Horatia remained in Greece with her father and brother whilst Aulus completed his service before eventually returning to Rome, heavily pregnant, in 61AD with only a few weeks to spare before she gave birth to a healthy baby boy, Titus Calpurnius Praetextatus in August 61AD. ADULTHOOD [62AD - PRESENT] Now a mother, any nerves that Horatia had about returning to Roman society after a hasty wedding and with a new child were quickly forgotten in both her love for her son and the tumultuous violence of the Civil War. Fearing for her husband's life, and knowing her relative anonymity as a woman only very recently returned to Rome (and as one who had never spent much time in the city itself) lended her cover, she watched him and their house slave Felix flee into the night in December 62AD. Gathering strength she never knew she possessed, she herself prepared to leave. Finding a trick buried in one of her stories devoured in her youth, she donned the garments of her slave and at dawn the two days later, accompanied by an anonymous household slave, prepared to leave the city. With her simple tunica and lack of any perceivable wealth (her gold buried in the baby's swaddling), the twenty year old Horatia fled the city. Before his departure, her husband had left her instruction to head to his parents villa near Baiae and so armed with only a rudimentary knowledge of geography and exhausted with a new child, when Horatia did turn up on their doorstep the couple are loathed to believe it is their new daughter in law standing before them. After confirming her identity (a handily swiped letter bearing her husbands mark was incredibly useful!) she was welcomed and waited out the rest of the violence in seclusion there. She has never spoken candidly to her husband about her walk to Baiae, nor what happened en route and why his slave did not survive the trip, and is unlikely ever to. When asked, she merely says she slipped out of Rome. She also did not realise it at the time, but she was but a few weeks pregnant. After Caesar's victory Horatia likewise returned to Rome where her pregnancy became apparent. Horatia, later that year, barely survives the difficult birth of her daughter Caplurnia in July 63AD. She is adamant that no medicus or slave is to write to Aulus and tell him the truth of her condition, only that he has a daughter and she spends the next few months recovering. However, her husbands absence affords her the opportunity to try and grow her circle of friends. Whilst it is not large, she becomes ingratiated with a few of the women of the Roman social scene and quickly becomes firm friends with two - finding their counsel and company wonderful for those lonely evenings with only her son and daughter for company. When her husband does return to Rome, in 68AD she proudly greets him with her handsome, exuberant 7 year old son, and 5 year old daughter. After a period of difficulty as they try to reconnect after almost six years apart, Horatia relaxes into married life once more - content to have her husband back by her side. She supports his run for Praetor from the sidelines, and as their marriage - so broken up by periods of absence - settles down, she finds herself more invested and more hopeful her advice is taken on board. When her husband is called to Raetia, she is delighted to join him. The years spent there - in the quiet of the place were a balm for her soul after the loneliness of Rome, the terror of the purges and the difficulties with Calpurnia. Now returned after four years there, she is finally a woman content. Sara | GMT | Discord: Sara#2296 @Gothic
  19. LUCIA SAFINIA 17 | 28th February 57 | Plebeian | Cook’s assistant | Heterosexual | Original | Kaya Scodelario Personality. Safinia has never experienced fiery passion or all-consuming hatred. She has never screamed her heart out in grief, had her belly hurt from laughing too much or cried at the misfortune of a close one. The emotions that guide human behavior come to her only in muted, diffuse forms, like shades of grey in a world of colour. She does not know if she was born faulty like that or if it was a consequence of the fire, as her recollections of childhood are few and blurry; she remembers her father’s hands more than his face and her mother’s favourite red dress more than her voice. As a result, she is guided more by physicalities like cold and hunger than virtuous ideals or fanciful desires – the exception being a mixture between old habit and greed that has her stealing small things here and there, sometimes to sell immediately or to keep and admire until she tires of them and trades them for coin. Safinia’s loyalty is to first and foremost to herself, and she goes about daily interactions putting her own interests first. Despite this, she does not participate in plots or schemes, because she has trouble seeing more than face value to words and promises. That is not to say she does not lie or deceive; she will if it’s convenient to her, but her lies are spoken with the same bluntness as her truths, and more like plain denials than convoluted stories. Social niceties are anything but intuitive to Safinia, and in spite of years of observation and ‘training’, she is able to successfully fake them only about half the time, and even then rarely for more than a few hours. To make matters worse, she is unceremonious and straightforward in speech too, seldom running her words though her defective social filter. This causes much irritation amongst the more sensitive of her peers, but has earned her a reputation of frankness with others. All in all, Safinia feels no special attachment to other human beings; they’re often more trouble to figure out than they’re worth. Her plans for the future do not extend beyond the next couple of months, at least for the time being, and essentially consist of keeping herself clothed and fed with a roof over her head. Appearance From her Romano-Lusitanian father, Safinia inherited her dark brown hair and average height of 154 cm; from her Gaulish mother, fair skin and vivid blue eyes – which do not provide a window into her soul, or if they do, show only a flat and undisturbed surface. Light freckles appear around her nose and lips and under her eyes when the sun is strong, and dimples form on her cheeks when she smiles, but few have had the chance to notice the latter. She has an oval face with a small nose and thin lips and a penchant for looking people straight in the eyes, which makes many uncomfortable. Objectively, she is a pretty young woman. Slimly built, Safinia usually wears whatever she get her hands on, which given her station and wealth tends to be well-worn and cheap. Although she works for the White faction, her work guarantees dirtying of any white garments she were to wear, so Safinia sports the colour on hair ribbons instead. Her back is covered in burn scars from a fire in her youth; they are usually hidden from view by clothes, but when they do have to be on display like at the public baths, Safinia is thoroughly unbothered by it. Family Father: Lucius Safinius (b. 14 AD, d. 64 AD) Mother: Safinia L.l. Flora (b. 20 AD, d. 64 AD). Siblings: N/A Spouse: Marcus Dellius (b. 52 AD, d. 74 AD) Children: N/A Extended family: N/A Other: Paula, surrogate mother (b. 18? AD, d. 74 AD) History 57 AD: Safinia is born in Pax Iulia, Lusitania to a Plebeian scout for the White chariot team and his Gaulish freedwoman. According to family legend, her paternal great-grandfather was a veteran of Augustus of southern Italian roots who was settled in Emerita Augusta; her grandfather, in turn, moved to Pax Iulia, where her father was also born and raised. Perhaps due to her parents’ age, she is the couple’s only child to survive birth. 57 – 64 AD: Safinia grows up in Pax Iulia. She is taught the rudiments of reading, writing and mathematics. More experienced parents might worry about their daughter always wanting to play alone, but Lucius and Flora are just grateful that Safinia is an ‘easy’ child. 64 AD, February: The Safinii travel to Rome as Lucius has some very important report for the leader of the Whites. He has been to the capital before, but it is Flora and Safinia’s first time in the eternal city. They rent a tiny house not far from the White stables, and Safinia celebrates her seventh birthday and her first outside her hometown. 64 AD, March: The house where the Safinii are staying is set on fire in the middle of the night and burns to the ground along with a few neighbouring houses. Her parents perish in the fire, but Safinia survives with some burns on her body. The arsonists are never caught, and the incident is deemed a random act of vandalism as no suspects are identified. 65 AD, early spring: After roaming the streets of Rome and stealing to survive for roughly a year, Safinia is taken in by Paula, a childless widow who pities her. 65 – 73 AD: Safinia works as centonaria alongside Paula, sewing rags and patches into a semblance of clothing. When she delivers garments to their customers at their houses, small valuables like jewellery and statuettes mysteriously disappear, although it occurs sporadically enough that nobody associates her with the missing objects. 73 AD, November: Safinia marries Marcus Dellius, a neighbour and roofer five years her senior. It is arranged by Paula, and Safinia goes along with it out of something resembling filial duty, despite having zero feelings for Marcus. He is shy, does not drink excessively and cries when Safinia dispassionately tells him the story of the burn scars on her back. Coins start to disappear from Marcus’ money purse at random intervals, but he never suspects his new wife. Safinia continues to work as centonaria, but from her new home. 74 AD, January: Paula dies of infection following a rotten tooth. Safinia follows mourning rituals and traditions, but the loss impacts her as much as what Caesar had for lunch, which is not at all. Her eyes stay dry throughout. Whatever valuables Paula possessed are subtracted from her house by someone who knew where they were hidden. 74 AD, August: Marcus and Safinia fall ill with Roman fever (malaria). Marcus dies after a few days; Safinia recovers but loses the child she was carrying. As before, she does not shed a single tear, and misses the small comforts afforded by Marcus’ pay more than the man; the miscarriage is similarly dismissed with no consequence. 74 AD, October: Safinia starts working for the White faction as cook’s assistant, name-dropping her father and his connection to the team; she makes it sound like she was taken in by a relative after the fire, and neglects to mention her sewing skills, keeping them as a card up her sleeve in case she needs to find a new employer or gain favour with the Whites. Safinia moves to a different neighbourhood, cutting contact with everyone she knew from before. Trinkets and small objects of little value start disappearing from the stables and mess hall. Liv | GMT+1 | PM/DM (Liv#5452) @Gothic
  20. Basir 'The Bloody' 27 | 10 June 47AD | Slave - Sagittarius | Gladiator | Pansexual | Original | Bahram Radan Personality & History Basir's parents were taken in one of the in conflicts with Parthia. However, in truth, much of the family origin stories are unknown and likely fabricated due to his gladiatorial persona. He often plays the 'villain' in the gladiatorial conflicts, relishes in the role of the enemy of Rome and enjoys the role he plays. In the arena, he puts on a good show for the audience and plays every inch of the villain. Outside the arena, Basir is a relatively mellow person and has an easy smile on his face. His training began when he would help warm up the Dominus' horses. He could have ended up working as a charioteer for one of the teams yet the Gods had different plans for him. Family Parents: Unknown Siblings: Unknown. EVENT FOR: Gladiatorial games.
  21. Titus Imperios Acuelo Gurges. 65-70? | 13 Feb year | Senatore/Patrician | Senator | Heterosexual | Canon | Personality & History Titus was an ambitious man who frequently was torn towards personal ambition, his love of the Res Publica, and the desire to protect his family. He had many lovers during his time, some of them will be mentioned although mostly their faces at lost to time. In 16CE he was married for the first time to Horatia Pulvia and spent a considerable amount of time with her. He mourned her passing in 30CE and made an oath to never remarry. Titus was both friendly and rivals with Cneaus Flavius Alexander Germanicus and his brother, Titus Flavius Alexander Parthicus. He maintained a flirtatious and deep friendship with Cornelia Annthea until his death. Although the group slowly began to shrink at the years went by. He served in the military and was later elevated through different positions within the Senate, even having the privilege of serving as Consul. 50CE onwards. In order to protect his family (and to discover secrets) he loosely aligned himself with Fluvius Aetius Stilicho, and fooled him into thinking he was in support of his cause. To further protect the family, he did as most astute Roman politicians did, and protected the family through marriage to a rival. He married his eldest granddaughter, Imperiosa, otherwise known as Nefertiti to the eldest son of Cneaus Flavius Alexander, Quintus. The man who would later become Caesar (although Titus would never see this happen). His son, Gneaus entered the political and military sphere. Naturally, he was part of his father's organisation within the Senate yet much to his Pater's agitation. He leaned too much towards the moderate side of the Senate. Over the years, the frustration that Titus had with his son began to fade and a newfound respect was had between the two men. Later, he was married to Seia Imperia and the pair of them differed considerably in age and personal beliefs. In the past, he had an affair with her mother and had it called off once he married her daughter. The marriage was made as part of an alliance, and he soon found himself shocked at the callous nature his family showed towards him. While Horatia was the love of his youth, Seia was the love of his twilight years and both women meant a lot to him. Seia gave him a daughter, Imperia, and for a while the pair of them had a few good years of prosperity. There were few who were permitted to see the softer and more gentle side of him. After all, people had both a public and a private face for those who he cared for. His years with Seia were good. Titus would deny it vehemently but she would play an important role in his life through softening many of his more hateful impulses. Often he found himself stuck between his critical family and Seia, although in the end, there was a respect between the pair of them. With the deaths of the Caesars, and his suspicion of himself being implicated. He tried to divorce Seia in order to protect her from what would ultimately come. She refused and was determined to stand with him regardless of what would ultimately come. Titus took the time to warn the rest of his family members during this time in order to ensure their safety from what would come. When Titus was arrested for "his" crime in November of 60CE. He walked out to meet them bravely before he was taken away. He was accused of orchestrating the murder to Caesar Junus, and later executed for it. Titus never had a proper trial and was denied the ability to speak publicly. He had a powerful voice that he would have used. If Titus had of done the deed. It would not have been hidden cloak and dagger style but rather have boasted about it. Many people suspected this. Afterwards, his family went to their allies or silently worked to crush those who had worked against them. On the 28th of November in 60CE, Titus was executed. Family Parents: Gaius Imperios Acuelo (deceased) & Horatia Pulvia (deceased). Siblings: None. Children: Gneaus Imperios Acuelo. Imperia Acuelonis (Mother; Seia Imperia) Grandchildren: Imperiosa Acuelonis Imperiosa Acuelonis Minor Spurius Imperios Acuelo Great-grandchildren: Titus Flavius Caesar Alexander (b. 57) Cnaeus Flavius Caesar Alexander Gemellus (deceased) (Other possible grandchildren from either of his granddaughters. They will be added when they have been taken.) Wives: Seia Imperia (at the time of his death) Horatia Pulvia (Ended in her passing.) Did you play this character on an earlier version of AeRo: Y Did you gain permission from Gothy to play this deceased character? Y OOC: Some of the names and information has been left open for when the player's take on these characters. Some of the great grandchildren were born after Titus' execution.
  22. Vibia


    'Vibia' (Aemilia R. L. Mellusa). 24 | March 50CE | Freedwoman | Occasional Prostitute and Musician | Bisexual | Wanted | Alicia Agneson Personality. Vain, cold and stubborn to a fault, Vibia is not a woman easy to get to know. Her years in slavery and now in prostitution have hardened her through and through and she struggles to be personable unless in the company of clients. That doesn't mean, however, that she's unemotional. When frustrated or angry, the slaves in Domus Venus can feel her wrath, as can any furniture in her vicinity which is often left upturned and scattered. One of her predominant personality traits is her ambition and the ruthlessness that accompanies it. It's what earned her her freedom after all, and when she wants something she is likely to do everything in her power to get it. She has a sharp wit and is surprisingly intelligent but often feigns ignorance when it suits her to do so. She is, however, almost the complete opposite in the presence of clients. Quiet and demure (but always watching), or playing the lustful woman with abandon, she can effortlessly change persona to suit the men and women that frequent the brothel. Her skill in music has also afforded her an advantage as she only takes clients when she needs to, or wants to and can otherwise sit and quietly observe patrons. This ability to transcend the usual position of a prostitute often rubs her fellow workers up the wrong way, but Vibia feels she's earned it. She does, however, harbour ambitions out of her current situation - namely in the great gangs of Rome, but time will tell just how far she can rise before her past catches up with her. Appearance Of average height for a woman, standing at around 5ft 5, Vibia has subtle feminine curves and a graceful gait. Trained both in her household and now at Domus Venus in taking care of her appearance, she is fastidious with maintaining her looks and dedicates a great deal of time to her looks. Lucky, given her past life as a slave, her body is absent of marks and her skin is very fair for a woman born and bred under the Roman sun. Similarly, she has light blonde hair and bright blue eyes, she assumes inherited from her father. She dresses opulently, but somewhat modestly for a prostitute - preferring to hint at what lies underneath her clothes rather than baring all like many of her contemporaries. She nonetheless adorns herself in expensive jewellery, one of her many vices, as she has no need to save her coin like the slaves beneath her who are desperately accruing their money for their freedom. She wears little makeup besides some tint on her lips, and perhaps kohl around her eyes in the evening. Family Father: Unknown, but she suspects a slave in her former household called Notus (deceased) Mother: Apate (former slave, now freedwoman). Siblings: None that she is aware of. Spouse: None. Children: None. Extended family: None that she is aware of. Other: Step-father: Gaius Plinius Blaesus History CHILDHOOD [50 – 60 CE]: Vibia, or Mellusa as she was then known, was born verna in her masters household in Rome. Her master was an equite, and generally a kind and conscientious man - allowing Messula to remain with her mother and grow up in the household. Her childhood years were spent similarly to many young household slaves; helping with menial tasks and general household duties. Her mother did what she could to help her daughter, but remained cooly detached - Vibia now suspects her birth and existence was a reminder of a painful interaction with a somewhat sullen slave called Notus, but nonetheless Vibia found friendship and companionship with the other household slaves. TEENAGE YEARS [60 – 67 CE]: Her life changed for the better, however, during her teenage years. Her mother still distant and cool, Mellusa befriended a new arrival into the household; a musician skilled at the cithara who her Dominus had purchased at great expense. Slowly she began to be tutored, and whilst not a natural musician - she had enough wits to be able to recite simple pieces. This particular skill also brought her in closer proximity to her Dominus, who endeared her to play at dinners and parties in favour of his more highly skilled slave, owing to Mellusa's wider appeal and beauty. The attention she received was striking, and with hindsight it was her early adolescence and these interactions and the praise she reaped during them that set her on course to be the manipulative and cold woman she now is. Her later teenage years, and growing looks, also caught the attention of her Dominus for other reasons besides her skill with the cithara. She soon found herself forced into his bed, and whilst initially reticent - the man was going on in years and declining in looks, she soon found that it afforded her certain privileges, as faced with a youthful and charming slave, he was powerless. A widower with no children to follow him - for his son and wife had died in the fire at the docks in 62CE - his life lacked any great purpose. It was during a late night conversation after coupling, that Mellusa discovered his intention to free his slaves in his will, which painfully - given his age - still felt years off. ADULTHOOD [67 – 73 CE]: Now a young woman of seventeen, and still being forced into the drudgery of every day life of a slave, Mellusa grew restless. Her life seemed to be in limbo - on one hand she was a house slave, a musician and a lover to an aging man, and on the other she was a young woman on the cusp of life - knowing one day she will be freed, but having no firm sense as to when. But a new arrival into the household snapped her out of her indecision, and set her on a path that she could never escape. A new slave; Briontes, would entice his master more than Mellusa who was soon discarded, and demoted. Stripped of the comforts that being a lover to the Dominus could provide, Mellusa seethed. She would like to say she hesitated in her actions, but the truth is she didn't. Whether amoral from birth, or simply out of virtue of her upbringing, she snatched up her cithara - immensely valuable - and set off into the night. It did not take long, nor much asking around to find somebody from the Servian Collegium. Bored of her life, bored of the man that had used her and abandoned her, and desperately seeking the freedom she knew his will promised, she did the unthinkable for many slaves and sought an arrangement; her Dominus' life for the cost of her cithara and her free use to the Collegium should they ever need her. Whilst in retrospect she was escaping one form of servitude for another, in her haste she didn't even blink and agreed to it. It took a month, and for a brief moment Mellusa worried she had been used, but eventually, her chickens came home to roost. On the way back from dinner in a litter, her Dominus was attacked in what was made to look like a robbery. He lingered in their household for a week before finally succumbing, and the household was freed via testamentary manumission in 73CE. It did not take long, however, for the Collegium to come knocking. She was asked (but more like directed) to the door of Domus Venus. Whilst the peace and accord between the Collegium and the Syndicate was established, she supposed in their view it never hurt to have somebody on the inside. Whilst initially reticent to join the ranks of prostitutes in the brothel, her skill with music has saved her the most menial of tasks or grotesque of patrons to service. NOW [74 CE]: It has been a year since she entered Domus Venus and adopted the name 'Vibia' - keeping her past well and truly buried. During that time she has earned the respect of her fellow workers and the clients that pay her coin to perform or couple. The last year, however, has seen a change in her fortunes. Whilst not expected to routinely update her handlers in the Collegium, she is now in a predicament - having fallen for the last six months, into a relationship with Marcus Falco. She has yet to make the Collegium aware, but as his attentions are divided on other women in the brothel, and Calvanus, she's beginning to feel that bitter seed of resentment grow again. What she does next, and who she will ultimately end up serving; the Collegium, or the Syndicate, is really anybody's guess. Sara | GMT | Discord @Gothic
  23. Clio


    CLIO. 24 | Mid-June 50 CE | Slave | Body slave | Bisexual | Wanted | Freida Pinto Personality. Soft-spoken and pleasant, as is becoming of her status as a body slave. She weighs her words and chooses her posture carefully, spontaneity long abandoned in favour of good slave behavior. Clio does not smile that much anymore, barring when in the presence of her domina – she must always appear content when with Annia Comna. Previous circumstances have made her guarded and pessimistic, which is often mistaken for haughtiness, but it suits Clio just as well, for she does not want to give her trust too easily to those who might break it. She tries, however, to be kind to all she meets, and feigns interest in their doings and families for the sake of peacekeeping and a good reputation. Clio isn’t the type to engage in gossip, although she is not above a starting a rumour or two if the target would cause inconvenience for her domina or household. She neither forgives nor forgets those who have wronged her, and often comes up with many revenge plots – some more feasible than others – against those who wronged her whilst trying on the newest fabrics and bangles for her domina’s pleasure. Revenge requires patience, and Clio has it in spades behind her placid exterior. Reasonably intelligent and just curious enough, Clio might make a splendid messenger if her domina were so inclined. When not engaged in some task, she enjoys hearing or reading about the gods and heroes of old, watching the gladiators train at the ludus and perusing the goldsmiths’ stalls when allowed to go outside. Appearance Of average height at 158 cm, Clio is a slender woman of dark complexion whose clothes are richer than many plebeians’, thanks to her domina’s penchant for displays of wealth. Her long, nearly black hair frames her prominent cheekbones, and her brown eyes are brought out by black eyeliner in the Egyptian style which her domina seems to find so pleasing on her, enhancing Clio’s exotic look. Her skin has a golden brown tone owing to her parentage, and provides a measure of protection against the unforgiving Roman sun when she is out and about. Family Father: Masinissa, slave Mother: Shirat, slave Siblings: Adrastos (brother, 22), Myron (brother, 19), Zenais (sister, 19) Spouse: N/A Children: N/A Extended family: N/A Other: Owned by Annia Comna History [Childhood: 50 – 66 CE] Like so many other slaves, Clio was verna, a slave born into their master’s house. The child of an enslaved mother is also a slave, and Clio’s first owner – a greedy little Bithynian Greek with elephant ears and mousy brown hair – took advantage of this to enlarge his household. Her parents, a Numidian and a Syrian, both fruit pickers in their master’s estate, provided their lord with four healthy new slaves in total, Clio being the oldest of them. As soon as she was able to follow instructions, Clio was put to work: fetching water for the slaves at the plantations, feeding the chickens and collecting their eggs, stirring huge pots in the kitchens, and all other sorts of domestic errands. It was a reasonably easy life, as far as slaves are concerned. She was taught the rudiments of reading and writing in Greek by her little mistress, her master’s daughter of the same age, and the two often played in the big house, sometimes joined by one or more of Clio’s siblings, or other slave children. She grew older, taller, and prettier. And one day, not long after her 12th birthday, her master sent for her, and he might as well have had gold coins for eyes: Clio was to be sold to Origenes, an ageing Macedonian merchant with a taste for exotic young things. Two days later, she was on her way to her new master, alternating between tearing up at the thought of her family and throwing up her guts at each mighty wave that rocked the infernal boat she was travelling on. Life in Macedonia was as expected. During the day, she kept the hearths in the kitchens fired up; at night, she was to quench the fire in her master’s loins. Sometimes she had to do it on her own, and sometimes the Macedonian would be more entertained by commanding a few of his slaves to fornicate. Not that Clio had a choice in the matter, but she found it a deal more pleasant when her partner for the night was also a female: softer skin, gentler caresses, lower stamina and not feeling like she was a nail to be hammered into nonstop. The domina, much younger than her husband, decided to make Clio her personal slave – so she would learn all the tricks and rituals of feminine beauty and grace, and hopefully stay tempting enough to keep Origenes’ interest in bed and away from the mistress’s own. [Adolescence: 66 – 69 CE] Four years went by in this manner. Clio had found her place in the household and made her peace with it, and would have been perfectly content to let the days roll by as they had. But then Origenes departed on a business trip to Rome – and thank the gods he did not require Clio’s company, the domina made too much of a fuss for him to even consider it -, and came back months later with a surprise in tow. Philippos, the oldest son by the master’s first wife, whose name Clio had only heard a handful of times during her time in Macedonia, mentioned every once in a while when one of Origenes’ suppliers came by and they mentioned selling their wares in Rome. Philippos, who had piercing eyes and strong arms and was back from a long stay in the city of the Caesars, having laid the foundations to a filial of Origenes’ premium flax fibre business. He took Clio’s breath away. Luckily for her, it was mutual. Just stolen moments at first, when their paths met inside the house. They soon grew bolder, and a careless tryst in the kitchens was all it took for the domina to find out about the affair. It did not please her, for who knew what might happen if Origenes were to find out? Clio would have tasted the whip for the first time that night were it not for the questions the welts on her bronze skin would provoke. So they agreed to put an end to it, to pretend as if they were nothing more than master and slave, so as not to invite the ire of the patriarch. It helped that father and son spent quite some time back and forth between Dyrrachium and Rome. Two more years passed in this manner, and a plan began to take form in Clio’s head. [Adulthood: 69 – 72 CE] It was quite simple, really. It happened two months into Origenes and Philippos’ latest homecoming. All Clio had to do was poison the wine she served her master, dazed as he still was in post-coital bliss. How lucky of him, to die in his own bed. After making sure neither Origenes’ heart was pumping nor his lungs labouring, Clio climbed on top of him once more and screamed for her life. What a shame! Old men dying of heart attacks during sex was uncommon, but not unheard of. And poor Clio, what a ghastly situation! Philippos had no idea, of course. Neither did the domina, It must remain so, a secret Clio would take to the underworld when her time came. She did not want the family to be dishonoured and cursed; they had been kind to her, and the domina had taught her so much. The household mourned, and Clio, keeping up her pretense, joined them. Before long, daily life resumed and Philippos assumed the responsibilities of head of the family. Their encounters resumed, this time with the domina turning a blind eye to it. When the business next took Philippos to Rome, Clio accompanied him – this time, to no protest from the domina. Clio was in awe of this great metropolis: filthy, noisy, confusing, enormous, wondrous. People from all corners of the empire congregated here, and along with them their habits, their culture, their languages. Latin felt rough and foreign on Clio’s tongue, but she thought it wise to learn it to the best of her ability; if the business venture went well, she might (she hoped to) stay in Rome longer than she’d initially thought. Her days were spent keeping house, her nights keeping Philippos company. It was endearing how he always slept with an arm under his pillow, even if the other arm circled her waist. Clio enjoyed watching him as he slept, and allowed herself to daydream of dangerous things – of freedom, a flammeum, a little child with her eyes and Philippos’ nose taking their first careful steps… Did she dare bring it up to him? She might, when the time was right. The time was never right lately. Philippos seemed to be in bad health; he had lost weight and slept fitfully, when he did sleep. He had been coming home later and later, claiming meetings with stubborn patrons and partners. He was on edge, picking fights with her, with the other slaves, with his employees. Clio wondered if he had been cursed, and which divinity would be best to resolve the situation. She no longer dared to daydream. When he finally summoned the courage to tell her, it was a shock. Gambling. Gambling! The whole business squandered away, mindboggling sums owed to creditors, not even enough money left to buy passage back to Dyrrachium. The sleepless nights and unhappy-looking visitors made perfect sense now. And as the ultimate insult, Clio was to be sold on a Roman auction block so Philippos could use the profit to at least return home and escape the mounting debt. A week later, when he handed her off to the slave trader in exchange for dirty coin, the purple bruises in her arms and torso were nearly gone; he had not taken kindly to being spit on after coming clean. Clio was past caring, anyway. She hoped someone would buy her quickly – the sooner she was able to go back into the routine of a personal slave, the better. And she would definitely not make the same mistake twice. Fortuna smiled down on her. An exotic, competent body slave fluent in Greek and with a reasonable command of Latin was an appropriate companion for up-and-coming Roman matrons of respectable background, and Clio found herself the newly-acquired property of Annia Comna. [The present: 72 – 74 CE] Life is simple and easy. All Clio has to do is to keep her domina happy, and that is no particularly complicated task. Be obedient, good-natured, discreet and loyal, attend to domina’s every need, and allow Annia to use her as a doll to dress up and decorate with fine jewellery. Clio feels valued and appreciated, and for a slave, that’s the best lot in life possible. Thoughts of freedom are for foolish girls, and Clio is no longer one. She will stick faithfully by her domina’s side, and give Annia no reason to ever get rid of her. Liv | GMT+1 | PM/DM (Liv#5452) @Gothic
  24. Titus Justinius Canicus Phiscerus. 38 | 17 March 36AD | Equite | Imperial Client for Ludus Dacicus & Gang Leader of the Lupii of Roma gang | Bisexual | Canon | Eric Bana <600x300> Personality. Titus is a man who delves in both the legal and illegal living. The face he chooses to wear during each time depends on the situation required. He is a man who has spilled blood and still retains his angry outbursts that have robbed him of his parental figures. Occasionally he will still have his outbursts. Once a young man with the burden of the leadership of a gang and inheritance of a contract thus on him. Fortunately, their neutrality ultimately paid off, and now the Lupii of Roma are associated with betting scams for either the games or the races. With his men, he is a firm but fair leader, but is not above sending unruly or rebellious gladiators to the mines for any crimes they commit against him. Nor is he above a discreet knife to the ribs for someone who dares to betray him. Annia and Numeria are both two sides of the one coin for him. He is not above playing them each against each other for his own benefit. Neither of them have given him the son that he desires most of all, and it is another thing he cruelly uses against either of them. Titus is entitled and believes it is his right to have as many lovers as he chooses to do so. Something his ego would not permit from his wife nor his lover. He suspects Numeria of trying to manipulate the situation so he marries her one day. Ultimately, he cares for both of them and has a lot of respect for Annia's business sense. Titus is a man who can be bought, he accepts and embraces this. He believes that all men can be bought and there are no virtuous men, only skilled liars, and wishes that he will be present to make a profit from any transactions that take place. He projects these beliefs on other people. Towards his daughter, Canica, he is considerate and kind. He has no interest in her taking on either of the family businesses. Instead he is devoted to the idea of protecting her and unfortunately, she has inherited her mother's stubborn streak and her father's temper. Appearance Titus can be described as a typically handsome man. He is 5'10ft and is on the taller side for a Roman. His skin is olive in colour and tans when he is in sunlight. Occasionally he gets stubble although a majority of the time, he is clean shaven. His hair is dark brown and often curls. He wears clothing based on the situation and is not unwilling to conceal himself when he is among the lower classes. Family Father: Tiberius Justinus Canicus Phiscerus (deceased) Mother: Cambria Phisceria (both deceased) Siblings: Efremus Canicus Phiscerus (deceased), Canica Phiscera Major (deceased) Spouse: Annia Comna Children: Canica Phisceria (10 years) Extended family: Other: Mistress: Numeria Varro Second-in-command for the Lupii of Roma - Lucius Corvinus Enforcers - 5 x open slots Gang members - many open slots Lanista - Gaius Vellius A Doctore - freedman Primus - Ares Medicus - Freedman Other gladiators - Many, I suspect. History Born - 36AD Childhood - Second child and second son. His childhood was quite happy and as expected for him. He learned about commerce and trade. Growing up it took him a long time to realise what exactly his parents did for a living. During his early boyhood he would try to express himself by attending all the parties, acting the fool and several brothels. While this wilder side still remains it has been tempered with goals, planning, and a desire to develop himself. His brother Efremus began to move through a political career. The 'respectable' path while his parents groomed him towards the gang and management of the Ludii respectively. There was a moment where he refused to agree to it. Yet eventually, he began to embrace his role as the "unlawful" brother. Years later, his brother was killed with an issue with his lover in a brothel and he was slain. He went into mourning. Much of his good nature towards others began to disappear that day, and be replaced with a businessman who wished to remove anything that got in the way. However, he still retained limitations to what he would do. He still loved his family and wanted to protect them. Anyone who he would later hurt had to be hurt for 'business' only, and would try to spare anyone who was innocent from any pain. Titus' parents were killed by him in secret and he managed to retain the Imperial client contract that his father had. His father was slain through a brawl and the mother by a poisoned meal. His motivation for the slaying was their apparent failure in their duties of protecting his eldest brother. Each death had been arranged by him, and he mourned at their passing. Marriage to Annia was done out of convenience and slowly the pair of them came to love each other. Titus ignored the Sapphic lusts Annia had for her female body slaves, and has no desire for her to bed male slaves. In the past, he has warned her about what would happen if she did. Divorce and publicly disgraced. An adulteress. Although realistically many of the Roman women would be cast in equally a negative light. Titus' sister soon became ill and died of natural causes. A funeral and epitaph has been written in her honour. The Caesars are slain, and he ensures that his gladiators are the ones who have the contracts. However, slowly and surely, a rivalry with the Ludus Magnus begins to emerge. Even with this contact through his gang to rig the races and the games. The wily man always finds a way to manoeuvrer around his plans. Birth of daughter. He loves his daughter yet desires a son to continue the family name, business, and everything else he has managed to build for them. Titus manages to remain as neutral as possible during the course of the civil war and finds himself to not be favoured by either candidate. Finally when Quintus Alexander becomes Caesar, a deal is struck with all the gangs who continue to operate yet understand their roles and what they can get away with. Not wishing to lose the Imperial client contract that allows him access to the games, and a considerable amount of coin. As the years went by, they were mostly uneventful for him and he continues to see his wealth continuing. His wife over time has become more of a partner with him and is invested in the business. However she has still not given him the son that he desperately craves. For the moment, he continues the different sides of his life and the roles he has to play. Watching and waiting... ready to ensure that he will continue to gain what he desires from it all. Current time Brian | | DM & PM. @Gothic
  25. SERVIUS CALPURNIUS EPPITACUS 33 | 14 JUN 41 CE | Freedman | Apprentice Blacksmith | Hetero | Original | Henry Cavill Personality Eppitacus is a man who has survived serious falls twice now in his life; not falls in the physical sense, but in status, profile, importance, notoriety, importance, wealth... all of the above. From warrior-king of the Britons where he led his people in their fight against Roman invasion, to a gladiator with so much success and acclaim in the arena that he arguably lived a more lavish life in Rome as a slave than any king of Britannia ever had... and now, a simple commoner. In the ten years that passed from Eppitacus' capture to the peak of his stardom, he had struggled with the idea of who he was, whether he was more Briton, or more Roman. In youth he had been tormented and banished because his father, the warlord Caratacos, had taken a Roman slave to bed and then disowned the son born of the relation. He had fought with all of his might and guile to prove to his people that he was Briton, and in the end they betrayed him. That was the thinking that got him through the first few years of slavery, and little by little he became more Roman. When Ysolde appeared in Rome, the wife of his master and a Roman noble, a flames of revenge sparked within him,, though once again she beat him to the punch and in a strategic move that surely was meant to kill him, he instead escaped alive, though he lost his sword arm and thus everything it had brought him. Everything that he had been was in that arm; a warrior. Rage burned inside of him, a fire that surely would have swallowed him whole were it not for Calpurnia who showed him that he was more than a fighter. His second owner, she employed him on the grounds of the Vestals, and often spoke with him. Now, Eppitacus has found a sort of peace. He has accepted what happened to him, and believes he has rediscovered his faith in the gods - be they Roman or Briton. Though always calm and one to listen before speaking, he now attempts to focus his mind on the tasks ahead of him each day, and harbors hopes to one day live in the countryside where he can farm and raise a family. Appearance Though to Roman standards Eppitacos is quite tall, he is average-sized for his own people. His frame is muscular and trim from years of hard living and warfare. He wears his hair short and face shaved in the Roman style.. His body is marked with scars from battle; small lines or nicks. The most noticeable of them is a vertical scar that crosses over his left brow and partly down his cheek. If he is seen without a cloak, you can also notice that the front half of his right arm has been amputated. He has a wide, white smile, and more than any other time, his youth shows when he laughs. Family Father: Caratacos (deceased) Mother: Serwya "Servia" (deceased) Siblings: None Spouse: None Children: None Extended Family: None Other: - Spurius Cassius Albinus (first master) & Flavia Isolda (his wife; also Epp's former fiance) - Calpurnia Praetextata (second master and patron) - Name TBD (current employer) History CHILDHOOD [41-55] The birth of the child who would come to be known as Eppitacos came on the morning of a regular day. The sun was hidden behind thick gray clouds in the middle of summer; the screams of his mother preceded his own. His father was Caratacos, a warlord and noble within the Briton tribe of the Catuvellauni. His mother was Serwya, and she was not the wife of Caratacos, but rather a prostitute. She had come from Amorica (Brittany) in Gaul and was the daughter of a Gallic slave and the slave's Roman master. Her journey to Britannia came as the result of a sale, that saw her and her mother living with a Roman merchant situated in the makeshift merchant town of Briga (a trade hub for Romans prior to their invasion) for the first fourteen years of her life. The death of Serwya's mother led to her sale to the leader of Caratacos' own clan, who received her and a handful of other women to be used as courtesans in a trade with the Roman merchant. Caratacos' interaction with Serwya was not one of love, but of lust. He used her and found shortly that she was pregnant. With his slave ruined, Caratacos' clan-leader demanded that she was bought, so that he might not lose his investment. Caratacos did as honor demanded, and in the process gave Serwya her freedom. Nine months later she gave birth to a son, though she died in the delivery. There was a belief that mothers who died in birth passed on pieces of their soul into their children. Serwya's being, which had been contained in the body of a powerless slave for the whole of its existence, saw opportunity in the birth of a nobleman's son. Thus, as the son came into life, the soul of the mother passed into him. It was upon such a revelation that Caratacos decided his son's future. It was a priest, one of the Druwides, who told Caratacos that his son had inherited the mother's spirit; that he would be almost Roman in his demeanor, and could pose a threat to Caratacos' legacy. When Caratacos asked how he might rid his son of such a taint, the priest suggested that the son be offered to the gods, and be raised in their mists - that the son become a druid himself. Caratacos saw this as the best option, and thus did not give the child a name, but instead gave him to the gods. The priests called him Diolain, meaning 'bastard'. In time the name came to take on a different meaning. Those boys with whom Diolain trained and studied did not know his origins. As he showed an affinity for communicating with the gods, and as the gods showed him favor, rumors spread that his name was a result of his godly parentage; he was the hidden offspring of the gods themselves. His course of study was to take the young Diolain away from all civilization. For the next eighteen years he was to live with nature; he slept in caves, ate fish fresh from streams and rivers, came to know the sound of the wind against tall grass, came to learn the meaning of a bird's flight, and portents of the future from the lesions on an animal's guts. In time he learned the philosophy of his religion, that a soul never died, but only moved from body to body. Yet, he was told, that his body was filled with two souls, and that the differences and imbalance between them would lead to their mutual destruction if he did not suppress one and support the other. From a young age, Diolain was a headstrong but confident young man. He was eager to explore on his own, to learn more of the world at a quicker pace than his leaders wanted to teach. Time and time again he found himself in situations of conflict; battles between tribes or clans, caught in the midst of a hunt, threatened by wild beasts or inclement weather. Time and time again he found that prayer to the gods brought him invulnerability to such dangers. -- TEENAGE TO EARLY ADULT [55-61] His world, and life, changed just after his thirteenth birthday for it was then that Caratacos united the southern tribes into a loose coalition and traveled to the heart of Britannia to consult the Druwides. There, in the depths of the deepest and most sacred of caves, Caratacos called on the Druwides to commune with the gods and grant him the title of Great King. After much deliberation amongst themselves, the Fathers called upon the gods and for the course of a week remained in constant meditation. In that time Diolain, who was still an apprentice despite his aptitude, spoke with the lord Caratacos. He explained that he had a gift to see glimpses of a man's future if there was a bond between them. Caratacos, ever a religious man, consented. In the vision that followed, Diolain understood exactly who Caratacos was - his father. It was Diolain, then, who disrupted the meditation and prayer of the Fathers, not to question why knowledge had been withheld from him, but instead to report his vision of Caratacos at the head of a great army that would stand to defend their sacred isle from foreign invasion. Aware of the strength of their young apprentice's visions, the Fathers broke their prayer and delivered the title that Caratacos sought. Weeks later the Great King attacked a Roman trading town and massacred its citizens; months passed and then the Romans came in force. Diolain immediately found a place amongst the army of Caratacos, serving as a warrior-shaman in the ranks of scouting and raiding parties. The war did not last long; within six months the confederation had been defeated, with several of the tribes conquered, and others offering tribute in exchange for peace. Caratacos was killed. In the aftermath of the war, Diolain journeyed to the mystical and sacred island of Hibernia to continue the last years of his apprenticeship. Yet, news reached him that the Romans had begun slaughtering all druids, as they had done nearly half a century before in Gaul. Diolain returned to his enclave only to find it in ruins and his brothers and teachers killed. At the age of 17, with the only home and only family he had ever known destroyed, Diolain left his enclave and embarked on a quest to halt the aggressive Roman expansion. He joined with raiders from the western shores, mostly Silurians, and served as a battle-priest. He conversed with the trees and streams, rocks and winds, and led small bands on raids against Roman settlements and caravans. Within two years, Diolain had attracted a following of other nationalistic young Britons. In 60 AD news came that Cogdobunos, the Roman-installed chief of the Catuvellauni had fallen sick. Cogdobunos was the brother of Caratacos, who betrayed the cause of his people and accepted half of their traditional lands as his kingdom, which was subservient to the Roman governor. Diolain saw an opportunity. He decided to officially withdraw himself from his search for truth and changed his name. He adopted the name Eppitacos which was a combination of the names of his father and grandfather, and let rumor spread about who he was and with what purpose he had revealed himself. In time he went to his uncle's lands where he supplicated himself. The supplication lasted only long enough for Eppitacos, the charismatic, religious young son of Caratacos to win a majority of the nobles to his side. Cogdobunos raised a complaint with Proconsul Silanus, who insisted that Eppitacos and Cogdobunos travel to his capital to explain their situations. Eppitacos refused, and instead lead a coup against his uncle. He killed the man in single-combat and was shortly proclaimed King of the Catuvellauni. Silanus moved his legions into formation shortly afterward, and a second war began. To shore up his power among the remainder of the Briton tribes, Eppitacos entered into a marriage arrangement with the young princess of the Brigantes - arguably the strongest tribe in Britannia - and was named war leader of the kingdom. In marriage his wife, Ysulda, would become queen, and he would pass the combined lands of the Catuvellauni and Brigantes on to his children. Though the Romans proved to be formidable opponents, Eppitacos managed to exact a string of important victories - including a victory over Proconsul Silanus wherein the governor was killed in battle. His victory and growing popularity did not sit well with the kings and nobility of Britannia's other tribes, and soon Eppitacos found himself fighting his own people politically as much as he fought the Romans in battle. -- ADULTHOOD [61-74] Eppitacus' war against the Romans continued for the better part of the years 61-63 until the new Caesar arrived in force with fresh legions and improved, patient, tactics. Eppitacus' realized that his war against Rome was impossible to win in the traditional way; the Romans were no simple tribe to be conquered and absorbed. He came to the decision that the only course of action that would save his people and their way of life was to avoid complete defeat and submit to the Romans with an agreement that would see Britannia as a "kingdom" beneath Rome's thumb - to pay taxes to her governor, levy troops for her armies, and allow her mines in Britannia's lands. When Quintus Caesar arrived in Britannia, Eppitacus treated with him and reached such an agreement... but it was not to be. Upon his return to the lands of the Brigantes, he was attacked by troops loyal to Ysulda, his betrothed. Ysulda, whom had grown into a fierce young woman, was unsatisfied with her position as "queen-to-be", and with the support of her uncle gradually spread the idea through the nobility that the Brigantes should be the sole power of the tribes; that with the other tribes assimilated -- not allied -- they would be able to avoid costly disaster and defeat, such as had occurred with Eppitacus and Virico's expedition to the mainland. A small group of nobles and warriors loyal to Ysulda helped her overthrow her mother, and it was the same group who ambushed Eppitacus, killing his men and putting him in chains. Shortly afterward he was sold to the Romans as a captive. The war was brought to an end, and Ysulda was recognized as the Queen of the Brigantes. From there, Eppitacus was a prisoner to Caesar himself in the Roman city called "Colonia", which served as the capital of their province of Britannia. From his capture until Caesar returned to Rome, Eppitacus was kept as a prisoner. Though kept in a stockade with other prisoners, he was well-fed, allowed to bathe, and often met with Caesar to speak of Britannia. Eppitacus found it interesting that Caesar never asked about the British military, their tactics, manpower, or locations of defenses -- his interest was solely in the people he was fighting. He would later learn that Caesar's opinion was that in order to defeat his enemy, he needed to know how they thought as a culture, because the way they organized themselves wasn't too different from the German or Gallic tribes. In the year 66, Caesar returned to Rome, his campaign in Britannia considered complete and successful. Eppitacus was a part of the parade through the city -- his first view of it -- and at the end of it all was spared execution on account of his mother's Roman heritage. To appease the people, he was made a gladiator, under the watch of lanista Spurius Cassius Albinus. Because of his slim build, Albinus enlisted Eppitacus as a "velites" -- a quick spearman -- and trained him relentlessly. Though many expected him to face impossible odds and die as an enemy of Rome, it was Albinus' mission to make the most profits he could on the British warrior. For ten years, Albinus has been profiting, and Eppitacus is yet to lose a death match in the arena. In the past year, as the veterans of Britannia have returned home with their spoils of continued conflict, Eppitacus has found it increasingly difficult to be at peace with the demons of his past. To make matters more difficult, his lanista, Albinus, has recently married the very same woman whose betrayal led to Eppitacus' enslavement. Ysulda had been betrayed by her uncle and given save haven in Rome, along with honorary citizenship, becoming Flavia Isolda. Once her kingdom was conquered by Rome, she found a husband, and has now become the domina of her former betrothed. Time will tell whether or not Eppitacus can find his escape, or force one. Time came to prove that despite their one-time engagement, Eppitacos and Isolda could not survive together. The prize fighter of Albinus, and one of the most recongized and popular fighters in Rome, Eppitacos had come to enjoy his position of influence. It was understood that despite his status as a slave, he had some liberty to do what he wanted, say what he wanted, and refuse orders when he wanted. Gradually, though, Albinus lost his grip on Isolda, her ambitious nature too much for his progressing weariness of age. Week by week she took greater control of the domus. She gradually replaced the guards with veterans of campaigns in Britannia... men whom had fought against Eppitacos. Her uncanny ability to learn the market proved effective as she was able to flip almost all of Albinus' fighters for a profit for new slaves. Albinus was happy with the money, and quickly saw that Isolda's leadership could lead him to riches beyond simply being a lanista. She spoke to him of leaving the trade and establishing himself as a merchant. She had friends and allies in Britannia, after all, who could connect them into the slave trade, and the very lucrative metal industry. Albinus, though, wanted a son beyond everything else. So, he told Isolda she could do what she wanted if she gave him a son. What he didn't know was that all of Isolda's maneuvering was to rob Eppitacos of his allies. And then, eventually, she made her move and hired thugs to kill Eppitacos in the streets. He barely survived the attack, but lost his arm from the trauma it received. Albinus, suddely in his right mind, realized the monster he had been supported. Not wanting to see Eppitacos die in such a dishonorable fashion, he arranged for the fighter to be sold. As Eppitacos was technically Caesar's slave, he was transferred to live with the rest of the palace servants. All the riches he had enjoyed as a prized fighter of Albinus were nothing compared to the luxury of Caesar's household. Though he was set apart from the majority of the slaves who directly dealt with Caesar, the lower household laborers enjoyed speaking with him. And when he was healed, Caesar hosted a private auction party where Eppitacos was to be sold. Caesar understood the precarious position he was in. Britannia remained a hot spot of contention in the empire. Rome had been flooded with Briton slaves, freedmen, and traders and the slums had already sprouted a 'Little Britannia' block of mostly Briton-born inhabitants. Caesar knew, then, that he could not simply execute Eppitacos, a man whom he had already pardoned; a man whom had won great popularity in the arena, and whom the people at large enjoyed. Thus, it was better for his image to sell the useless fighter to the highest bidder and use the money as a donation to the people to repay the damage the wars in Britannia (all Eppitacos' fault, by the way) had done to them. In the end, Eppitacos was purchased by a proxy for none other than a vestal virgin: Calpurnia Praetextata. -- A SECOND LIFE [74-NOW] Sparknotes: Calpurnia puts him to work cleaning the grounds of the temple. He's not allowed to speak with her or any of the vestals unless spoken to first. He mostly uses the proxy - a woman - to speak to them. He goes through depression and trouble finding himself and his purpose. He desperately wants to find his beliefs and speak with the gods again, but worries that by being so close to Rome's gods that he will never hear his own gods again. Eventually, Calpurnia frees him. He takes her family name, and adds the name of his mother, and keeps his Briton name to become Servius Calpurnius Eppitacus. He decides to find work in the city and becomes a blacksmith apprentice. The blacksmith, Burrus, gladly welcomes Epp and promises to teach him the trade - and fashion him an arm of sorts that can hook over his shoulder and stump to give him some functionality. Epp starts out mostly doing deliveries. The delivery service by a famous gladiator such as Eppitacos proves to be a huge boost to Burrus' sales, and Epp enjoys some of the fruits of that added income. As of summer 75 he's only just started actually learning how to smith. 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