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  1. PUBLIUS HORATIUS JUSTINIUS 42 | 14 October 35 | Senatore | Senator and Soldier | Heterosexual | Wanted | Daniel Craig Personality The epitome of a the Patrician Roman male, Publius is the eldest of his siblings and raised to one day lead the family. He is dutiful and takes his responsibilities seriously, and expects others to do the same. From a young age he was both leader and mediator of his siblings and those skills grew and flowered as he grew and were honed by his education and experience in the cursus honorum. A true military man, Publius's leadership abilities shine through in the way that he inspires his men, and his sharp mind and excellent grasp of tactics have allowed him to lead them to numerous victories. He's acceptably accomplished politically but his heart lies with the military, where the order, discipline and clear expectations suit him perfectly. He expects the same level of discipline and organisation in his own household, but can show a relaxed, even playful side in the company of his brother or close friends. Behind that discipline and perfectionism Publius is a passionate man, but it's a side that few ever get to see. Whilst quite exacting and something of a perfectionist - in a way that can at times make him rather demanding and controlling - he is devoted to his family, and particularly the upbringing of his children since the death of his wife, whom he still mourns deeply. But as long as his house is well kept and those he loves are safe, Publius is quite content with his life and the opportunity to keep doing the work he enjoys, even if he can overwork himself at times. He is not one to leave things undone that need doing. Appearance Of average height for a Roman man, Publius is never the less a fairly impressive physical specimen, as he maintains a soldier's physique. His skin is more sun-weathered than that of many men of his class, due to his military career and time spent outdoors, but his striking blue eyes are what draws the attention. He keeps his dark blonde hair cropped short and dresses in quality clothing appropriate for a man of his political stature, or his military uniform if he can possibly get away with it. Family Father: Marcus Horatius Justinius Mother: Livia Calavia (d. 61AD) Siblings: Horatia Justinia, Livia Justinia, Lucius Horatius Justinius Spouse: Lucia Gaia (d. 75AD) Agape (mistress in Achaea, 76AD) Children: Spurius Horatius Justinus (b. 61 AD, 16 yrs old), Lucia Justina (b. 65 AD, 12 yrs old) with Lucia Gaia Agapios (b. 76AD, 1 year old, illegitimate) with Agape Extended family: Gaius Horatius Justinus (cousin), Horatia Sosia (cousin), Aulus Calpurnius Praetextatus (brother in law), Calpurnia Praetextata (sister in law?) Other: History 35 AD: Publius was born, highly anticipated and the first child of his parents. Being destined from birth to be his father's heir meant Publius was both highly valued and heavily pressured to be his best from a young age. His father was very traditional and so had high expectations from his oldest son. Whether he was learning history and languages or swordplay and strategy, Publius understood his father's expectations of perfection and strove to meet them. Naturally, this had a pronounced effect on the boy's personality, making him quite serious, stoic, and rather obsessed with perfection. 42 AD: At the age of seven, Publius was suddenly no longer an only child, when Horatia came along. Publius was moved to an almost fatherly love of her, wanting to protect and coddle her. Soon enough, in 48 AD, two more children came along, Livia and Lucius, and Publius found himself becoming the leader of the pack (although an altogether strict and protective leader). Whenever arguments broke out among the younger ones, Publius was the de facto peacemaker. He didn't mind the role, though - in fact, he blossomed under it, proving himself to be a natural leader. Throughout his childhood, Publius and the rest of the family followed their paterfamilias around the empire as he served in the military. This life suited Publius well, as he found a growing fascination with the military. 46 AD: when Publius was eleven, the family spent a year in Germania. Publius loved watching the precise lines of soldiers as they marched, the flash of their swords as they trained. The boy knew that this was how he wanted to live his life - in the military. There were several more moves throughout the rest of his childhood, most particularly one to Hispania in 50 AD, when he was 15. During these moves, Publius continued his education, distinguishing himself as a dutiful student as well as a clever mind, one fit for military strategy. 52 AD, the family returned to Rome, and in 53, Publius turned 18 and began the Course of Honor by joining the military. He truly shone here, in the military, where he was able to perfect his leadership skills as well as his military mind. He served for five years in Germania, rising swiftly through the ranks though his excellent discipline and leadership. These skills earned him an appointment to Achaea as a Tribune in 58. There, moving among the circles of Greek society in his spare time, he met a girl named Lucia Gaia for whom he fell head over heels and courted for some time before she accepted his marriage proposal. The two were married in 59 AD. Also during his time in Greece, he met his dear friend Aulus Calpurnius Praetextatus, with whom he is still good friends and who also married his sister in 60 AD. 61 AD During the beginning rumblings of civil war his mother was killed in a riot. Like any child who's lost a mother, Publius grieved his mother - but like a man, and moreover a military commander, he maintained a stiff upper lip and vowed to do his part to end the civil war. A few months after the death of his mother, his son was born. 62 AD Publius served with Caesar in the East before returning to Rome to quell rebellious groups there. 65 AD his wife bore him another child, this time a girl. But he was soon back to war, unable to spend as much time with them as he would have liked. Eventually, the civil war ended, leaving Quintus Caesar the leader of Rome, and leaving Publius glad he'd chosen the right side. But after so many years serving in the military, the man was ready to settle down and have some quiet years with his children and his wife. He returned to the newly peaceful Rome and began his work as a senator, which he was capable at and yet not altogether as successful at as military life. Over the next few years, Publius would switch between serving in the military and serving in the senate, about a year of each at a time, allowing him to spend more time with his family. Publius and Lucia were keen to add to their brood, but after their two initial children, she suffered several miscarriages, and Publius began to accept that his family was complete, though he never gave up hope they'd have another son. 75AD Lucia finds that she is pregnant again, and this time the pregnancy proceeds, much to both her and Publius's delight. So he is absolutely devastated when she begins to experience troubling symptoms late in the pregnancy and their infant son is born dead, his beloved wife dying shortly afterwards. It was all Publius could do not to curse the Gods themselves for taking his wife from him, or curse himself for not taking a slave to his bed instead of risking her in another pregnancy. He'd always loved her, and suddenly he was alone. 76AD Publius stands for and achieves a Quaestorship in Achaea, having fond memories of his past posting there and need to get away from Rome, and takes both his children with him. There, as well as his treasury duties, Publius involves himself heavily in the military, particularly the frontier forts, lending his tactical expertise to help improve their preparation against possible attacks. The posting allows him to ignore the question of re-marrying for the moment, as he can't think of anyone in that role besides Lucia (though if ever he would find another like her, surely it would be back in her home province). He hires a local woman Agape to manage his household and ends up taking her to his bed. It is when Selene gives birth to a child towards the end of the year that Publius realises he needs to return to Rome, for the sake of his family. He purchases Selene a home and makes arrangements to send her a regular peculium for the raising and education of his son, but does not openly acknowledge the child. 77AD Publius returns to Rome with his son and daughter. Sarah | AEST (GMT+10) | Discord @Gothic
  2. AMATUS 28 | 18th April 49 CE | Slave | House Slave | Heterosexual | Original | Skeet Ulrich Personality. Frustration and gratitude don't necessarily sound like they would go together, but they manage to almost perfectly coexist within Amatus. Above all, he feels an immense gratitude simply (though really not so simply in his case) for being alive; he is well-aware that he was lucky to be retired from the gladiator life after his injuries and his appreciation for his master's mercy has spawned a steadfast loyalty towards the man. Though his appreciation and loyalty are strong, they aren't strong enough to fend off frustrations towards the challenges he has to face in the next chapter of his life. The fact that he can no longer use his dominant hand reliably and without discomfort weighs quite heavily on him, and at times he struggles to hide his, well, struggles. Not only is it aggravating to be holding something only to suddenly drop it thanks to sudden muscle weakness, it's also a source of embarrassment for the formerly very capable fighter. The pins and needles, burning sensations, and aches aren't much fun, either, but at least they're invisible to outsiders, save for when he winces. Being quite the capable problem solver even in the face of shame, he came up with a workaround— using his left hand instead. Easier said than done, but he's giving it his best shot, albeit with fairly mixed results. Amatus tends to not be one to hold a grudge, but he will forever and always harbor bitterness towards his father. Thankfully for the residents of Rome, they're not Carmanos, which means he'll be generally friendly and polite to the majority of people he meets. He's gentle and respectful towards women, not wanting to cause any member of the fairer sex the kind of hardship his father caused his beloved mother. Before his injuries, he was a rather confident, perhaps even bordering on cocky, individual. Though the confidence he tries to exude these days is nothing but a false face most of the time, there's one thing that no bum leg or damaged nerves could take away... his sarcastic wit. Slave or not, he's always had a sarcastic, quick-witted tongue in his mouth. For the most part, he knows when to bite his tongue, but there's some moments where he just can't help himself, which can land him in trouble if the receiver isn't the type to find humor in the comments of a slave. He might not look the part, but Amatus is quite detail oriented. He's likely to notice things that others might not and he tends to be pretty good at reading a room. His sharp eyes kept him alive on more than one occasion and now it's shaping up to come in handy again. Dust bunnies beware... there's no escaping Amatus' highly trained gaze! Chasing dust bunnies around (or whatever job he's given on the day) is definitely more appealing to him than fighting was, even if it's proving to be tough to adjust to. Appearance Measuring in at exactly six feet tall, Amatus can be a fairly imposing individual, especially with his sculpted physique. That imposing image fades once he starts limping around, his wounded gait revealing how unthreatening he's been forced to become. His light skin has a warmth to it that is further brought out by decent exposure to the sun. His brunette hair is kept short save for a few locks of fringe that often brush over his forehead and if dampened the whole mop takes on a wave. He isn't one to fuss over his appearance, which often leads to some scruff living on his otherwise clean face. He inherited his father's dark brown eyes, which are quick to reveal his emotions and in certain lighting appear to be near black. Scars can be found here and there on his body, with a rather gruesome one decorating his right shoulder blade, another permanent reminder of the wound that ruined his right arm. Family Father: Carmanos Mother: Elantia Siblings: No legitimate siblings, though there are surely some illegitimate ones running around with the way his father was. Not that Amatus knows of them or would ever want to know them. Spouse: x Children: x Extended family: Cerdo (uncle) Other: Lucius Cassius Longinus (master) History CW: mention of spousal abuse and a leg injury that might make the squeamish squeamy In the Belgica region of Gaul, Amatus was born Dago, the only child of Carmanos and Elantia. For years his parents had been trying to conceive; Elantia had been a very sick child and, though she miraculously survived, her illnesses had inevitably affected her fertility. To make matters worse, her husband was an impatient and mean drunk, having turned to the tankard after a dispute with his brother left him removed from the family blacksmithing business. Elantia had assumed that the birth of their son would make Carmanos change his ways, but she sadly assumed wrong. The man was rarely around, though his "work" consisted of odd jobs at the most and was rarely consistent, and his temper was short whenever he actually was around. Needless to say, the young Dago was much closer to his mother than his father and he quickly learned to loathe alcohol once he was old enough to understand it. By the time Dago was old enough to start learning a trade, his father's primary income was still from the realm of odd jobs around the village, but he'd taken up fletching "on the side" (Could a man who didn't have an actual job have a side job?) as a way to spite his weapon-forging brother so he, quite reluctantly, began to teach Dago the art of arrow making. Things were never smooth between father and son, but with each passing lesson Dago noticed more and more tension growing between them, with strange looks and side-eyes more frequently sent his way despite him actually doing quite well in his training. Arguments between his parents became more frequent, too, though his mother was talented in changing the topic whenever she realized he was around. Although, despite her best efforts, he eventually found out the problem... thanks to his drunk father, of course. After a particularly heavy night of drinking, Carmanos came stumbling into the family home, slurring his words and as wasted as Dago had ever seen him. "I knew it!" he'd slurred as he pointed in the general direction of a startled Elantia. "I knew you whored around and had this bastard because of it!" Come to find out, his drinking buddies had been, for quite some time, in the process of convincing him that the fertility issue wasn't on Elantia but it was on him. With Carmanos being the equivalent of the town fool by that point, they thought it would be hilarious to purr lies into his ears of his wife sleeping with another man and getting pregnant by him instead. It took a little while, but eventually, most likely due to all of the drink he'd consumed that particular time, he wound up believing them and it ended up being Dago's downfall. Though it initially seemed that Carmanos' wrath would be taken out on his son, it was his wife who ended up being the target. Carmanos swung his closed fist at his wife at his own risk, though. Dago wasn't about to stand by and watch his mother be beaten over such a ridiculous, unfounded (he looked more like his father's side than his mother's) claim. He jumped into the fray, tackling his father off of his mother and giving him a taste of his own medicine, just about knocking the drunk out of him. Just like Dago wasn't about to stand by and let his mother be beaten, Carmanos wasn't going to let his son get away with fighting back. It just so happened that a slave trader traveling through the area had been drinking nearby Carmanos and his friends... and when the trader moved on, teenaged Dago went with him in chains while his father repeatedly counted the coins he was given for the sale of his son. Southward Dago went, left to wonder what became of his mother due to the lie of a small pack of drunkards. He changed hands several times, mainly being tasked to manual labor of some kind or another, until at age twenty he was sold to a traveling salesman of expensive goods. The man needed another guard to protect his wares (and himself, of course) and, though Dago wasn't as impressively built as some of the other options, his price was right. He would serve the man for three fairly uneventful years until several bandits attacked them on their way to do business in Rome. Dago fought them off valiantly, proving to be the most capable guard of the several the salesman owned at the time. His master was so impressed by his capabilities, in fact, that he decided to cash in on them, selling him to a slaver as a gladiator prospect. So Dago found himself in Rome with the slave trader instead of the luxury trader, but it wasn't long before he was purchased and put into training to become a gladiator at age twenty-three. It was at that point his name was changed to Amatus. A light armor specialist, the newly dubbed Amatus managed to skillfully survive for five years (and he changed hands once more within that span of time), until his most recent match went... wrong. Horribly wrong, actually. A man's leg isn't meant to go in the direction his leg was broken in, to put it as least gruesomely as possible, and he wound up battered on the ground with the crowd yelling for his death. Somehow he managed to muster up the strength to deal a death blow to his opponent at the most critical moment (he will forever state that he has no clue where that strength came from). Though victorious, he was left with permanent injuries— a limp in his left leg and nerve damage that caused his right hand (his dominant) and arm to experience sporadic muscle weakness, pins and needles, and pain after extended use. Amatus felt sentenced to death, knowing he couldn't survive another battle with his physical setbacks. Fortune shined on him, though, for over the time his master Longinus had owned him he'd earned the man's favor. Once recovered, Amatus was brought to the master's household, enlisted as a house slave in his twenty-eighth year. Mobius | EST/EDT | PMs or Discord (Mobius#4712) @Gothic
  3. Amatia Atella 20 | December 57 AD | Plebeian | Baker | Bisexual | Original | Elle Fanning Personality. To most people, Amatia is a cheerful and polite young woman who always has a smile to share and a favor to do. She especially loves talking with people from all sorts of ranks and professions, usually those who buy from her family’s bakery, and will gladly give out an extra piece of bread or two to loyal patrons. She’s in love with her job, (somewhat) loyal to her family, and on a fast track to getting married. However, there’s something off about her to those who observe her closely. Her smiles are too large, her eyes don’t blink enough, and she’s just a little too calm. Luckily, most chalk up these discrepancies to her being a young woman who’s overly innocent in the face of the real world, or alternatively a poor soul still reeling from her brother’s untimely death. What they don’t know is that she lives a double life. When the bakery is closed for the night and the rest of her family is asleep, Amatia slips into the night to join a certain barber in his nightly killing sprees. She has an obsession with blood, especially its flavor, and insists on finding the tastiest kind. On those nights, her cheerfulness grows to the point of showing sadistic tendencies, as she will happily hurt or kill someone with a bright smile on her face. She has a very warped idea of what love is. Her loved ones aren’t supposed to leave her, not even for a second, and perhaps it is very lucky that she isn’t very attached to her betrothed, for otherwise she’d beg to be with him all the time. The people she looks up to as family and friends are people she will devote her complete, undying attention to, regardless of whether they actually want it or not. Appearance Amatia, having Britannic blood on her father’s side, is a bit taller than the average Roman woman at 5’5. Her build is lithe, and it sometimes seems as though a strong wind could blow her away. Despite her frame, her hands are strong from kneading dough and mixing ingredients, and she is quite adept with the knife. Much like her father, her hair is a light blonde, and her eyes are glacial blue. Typically, she wears beige or light gray tunics that are hard-wearing, along with an apron for when she’s working in the kitchen. When out on her nightly excursions, she swaps out her tunic for a dark gray-brown one, and covers her hair with a similarly drab piece of cloth to obscure her identity. She usually keeps a sharp paring knife either on her belt for scoring bread or hidden in a fold in her tunic for...other things. Family Father: Lucius Amatius Attelus Mother: Laelia Lentula Siblings: All older brothers. Lucius Amatius Attelus (deceased), Quintus Amatius Attelus, Sextus Amatius Attelus Spouse: Currently betrothed to Publius Decius Albinus Children: N/A Extended family: N/A Other: N/A History 57-71 AD Her dad was a freedman, you know. It caused such a fuss when he decided to marry a plebeian woman. How scandalous! How unfitting! Amatia knows about it, ‘cause apparently her mother’s parents don’t talk to them anymore. She also knew from a young age her father hated daughters. Why’d he keep her when he threw away the others? Mother told her he saw something in her, a spark in her eyes, that reminded him of big brothers Lucius and Quintus and Sextus, so he kept her. She later learned that it was because Mother cried so much over losing the last few that Father relented. But it didn’t mean he liked her. One day, she was playing with a chicken in the back when Father came out and grabbed it, then walked over to the cutting board and neatly lopped its head off. She loved seeing the red coming out of it, and made sure to get some on her hands. Father told her to stop, but by the time Mother came around, Amatia had already licked her fingers clean. The soup made from the chicken was warm and sweet. Father was mean, but Mother was kind. Her eyes were like pools of earth. Amatia used to stay by her side when they had lazy mornings, but she stopped after a while. Quintus and Sextus tried teaching Amatia right from wrong, yet they hated it when she didn’t understand things as quickly as she should have. One time Quintus got into big trouble when he broke the cutting board and Father was so angry. Amatia started singing “Father’s going to kill you,” and Mother angrily told her to stop. “What is wrong with that child?” she asked. Amatia didn’t understand. But Lucius understood. He let her walk with him in the mornings and told her stories about life outside the city. He didn’t find it weird or creepy that she cut apart dead lizards with a sharp stick. Instead, he told her that if she were born a boy, she could have become a good medicus and helped him in the army. Amatia loved him. He always told her everything would be okay when Father got mad at her, but his smiles were all wrong. 72 AD It wasn’t supposed to happen like this! Lucius taught her so much, and just when things were getting better he wanted to go away! She heard the words whispered in the dead of night: he wanted to become a legionary, to fight on the front in shining mail armor with a scutum and gladius and pugio (she’d learned those words from him). Why did he wish to leave!? Didn’t he understand if he left, there would be worse things than the guild losing him, that everybody else would avoid her? It wasn’t her fault Mother seemed uneasy around her own daughter. She couldn’t appreciate the life that came from blood the way Amatia could. Why did Lucius look so scared when she grinned at him? She was just trying to make everyone happy! The night before he went away, Amatia begged him to take one last walk with her. She was smart this time; she brought the knife, tucked away in her tunic. Lucius glanced this way and that as the pair walked through the night. He asked her where they were going, that surely a young girl like her should be going to bed. Oh, Lucius. He always thought of her as his darling little sister. Right when they passed through a decrepit alley, Amatia drew the knife and stabbed him between the ribs. He tried punching her, but made a wonderful gasping noise instead. How funny! Nothing he said would have made his leaving okay. If he was going to go away, he may as well go away for good! Amatia buried the knife in soft belly, then chest, then throat. The blood was so tangy. She ran home bloodstained, knife hidden in her tunic, and cried that someone had attacked the two of them. After the initial rush, she quietly rinsed off the knife out of sight, then put it back where it was supposed to be. Father’s face looked like a raisin when he cried. She had to work hard to hold back her laughter. 72-77 AD Everyone seems so serious nowadays. Mother’s eyes are always red, and Father waters down his wine less than he should. Sextus and Quintus reluctantly stayed. Of course they couldn't leave, with the family permanently being down a worker. Frankly, Amatia doesn’t understand why they’re so caught up about the past. Father has more sons, right? He can do without one. Blood flows through everyone and unites families. Amatia was never sad, not when Lucius died knowing how much she loved him. Ah, well. She’s perfectly fine with remaining cheery as always. The people who came by at Lucius’s funeral told her she was a strong girl for not crying one bit. Now, she kneads the dough in the morning with Quintus and Father, and even handles the coins sometimes when the bakery is busy and Mother’s asleep again. A young man with kind dark brown eyes stopped by one time. She enjoyed seeing the blood rush to his face when he spoke to her. It’s probably why she agreed to show him to Father. Father didn’t mind much. She’s not stupid. She knows Father suspects her. But who would believe that a sweet young woman like her could do such a heinous thing? There is talk of marriage, but before she’s handed off for good, Amatia would very much like to have some freedom doing what she loves most: appreciating others. Some were familiar, others not. The young woman down the street looks so lovely. She certainly do with seeing what blood ties bind them. Warm and sweet. Warm and sweet. Warm and sweet. @Gothic Insignia | PST | Can PM for Discord
  4. March, 74 CE A pigeon flutters past Jannus's feet as he rushes through the streets. Navigating the city is a complex game of stopping and starting at the right time, knowing when to go and when to yield. For him specifically, he’s meant to weave around people more important than him and the occasional cart, a task not easily accomplished with his bulky frame. The people of Rome in this area are sleek and swift like sparrows, but he’s more of a plodding chicken if anything, his sandals grabbing at the edges of the cobblestones like ungainly claws. He rounds the edge of another building, then another. He knows he’s not that far from the Basilica, and the map of Rome itself has long since been engraved into muscle memory, but he navigates purely with kinesthetic memory, not by landmarks. It means he can find his way even in the darkest of nights, but when he messes up a turn, it’ll take him far longer to figure out the correct path. His movements become quicker and more frantic as he tries to retrace his route to find out where the correct building is. A vague yet heavy feeling of fear clouds his mind as he dodges a person here, walks along a sidewalk here, then racks his mind for the address. Dominus wasn’t pleased the last time Jannus erred in his deliveries, and treated him to the sharp lash of the whip. Even now, Jannus feels a phantom ache along his back from where the leather had cut into flesh and twisted it to the side. It healed ugly, he knows. All injuries like that do. He feels the scar tissue pressing ever so slightly into his back at night when he rests, a permanent reminder of failure. Of the harsh sting of being given up. Of seeing the doors of what he thought was home slam shut in his face. Of everything he’s tried to scrub out. By now, he’s gotten far more lost than he would have been if he stopped. Jannus leans his arm against a wall, resting his forehead on the crook of his elbow. Why couldn’t he get this simple task right? His nearly faultless track record with getting things done made each and every mistake sting all the more. @Atrice
  5. Paullus


    Paullus 21 | July 8, 56 AD | Slave | Charioteer | Heterosexual | Original | Thomas Doherty Personality. Competitive, arrogant, and loud-mouthed, Paullus is one of the rising greats in the chariot racing scene. He is also not-no-subtly obsessed with looking perfect, being sure to wash up before and after each race. Additionally, it’s no secret that he’s a massive womanizer and will eagerly hook up with any particularly beautiful fan of his. A flaw of his not helped by his dependence on performance-enhancing tinctures is his short temper. Why is everyone so slow? Have things always been this frustrating? Sure, maybe he’s a little too aggressive sometimes. Paranoid. But that’s what the crowd wants. It’s everything Effrenus, his racing persona, is about. The pressure to be the best, along with his inability to adequately deal with his trauma, means Paullus easily gets anxious. These feelings manifest in his physical actions; he cannot sit or stand still for too long, and absolutely has to spend all his free time training, racing, or getting drunk out of his mind. He walks fast, talks fast, and people find him hard to keep up with. He becomes worried and snaps when he’s told to relax, and one of his worst fears is being contained. Losing a race can sometimes be followed by a complete mental breakdown due to how much he’s tied his career with his self-worth. Hidden under that facade of Effrenus, however, is the sadness of a man who made a terrible mistake as a kid and continues to pay for it. When around somebody he’s close to, he’s quieter and more subdued. If one gains his trust, he can be a kind and loyal friend. That task is about as easy as beating him in a race. Appearance With a chiseled jawline, tanned skin, fluffy brown hair, and piercing amber eyes, Paullus has become a heartthrob for men and women alike. His build is lean and wiry with a hidden weight to it. Surprisingly, his height is more similar to that of an average Roman (5'6); he says it makes him perfect for charioteering. Unless he’s wearing his competition gear, he can usually be spotted wearing a plain tunic. Paullus has a fair share of scars from races gone wrong and whatnot, but the most prominent, albeit unrelated to racing, is a vast network of crisscrossed scars on his back. He is meticulous about his personal hygiene and appearance, almost always wearing a leather cuff or cloth binding on one arm to hide a brand he received years ago designating him as a runaway slave. Family Father: Inam (deceased) Mother: Alauna (deceased) Siblings: Boduoc, Corio, Gleva, Totia (whereabouts unknown) Spouse: N/A Children: N/A (at least, not that he knows of) Extended family: N/A Dominus: Titus Didius Gallus, head of the Red Faction History 56-70 AD Being born to the Dobunni tribe, Paullus was used to life in the hinterlands. His family, having been especially friendly towards the Roman fort in the area, were afforded a few business opportunities beginning from the time of Paullus’s grandfather, namely reliable clients to support their horse breeding business. Paullus grew up with the wind roaring in his ears and grass hitting his shins wherever he ran. As he became older, his responsibilities expanded from merely feeding the horses to herding them to training and breaking in the new ones. He rode without need for a saddle or blanket, and became able to tell what the creatures under his charge wanted at a moment’s notice. He was free. He was happy. All except for one thing—friends who were not horses. The boys closest to him in age, while initially friendly, disliked how closely his bloodline collaborated with the Romans in their area. There were plenty of others he could have made friends with; however, young Paullus very much wanted to impress this group in particular. In his later childhood years, he began to act differently and shirked many of his duties in order to fit in with them. His family had a lucrative career and a good name with the Romans. Of course he had to ruin all of it in one moment. In a last-ditch effort to impress some “peers,” Paullus joined these so-called friends in a small rebellion, vandalizing the Roman fort with pig’s blood and terrorizing a few unsuspecting legionaries. As teenagers, especially young ones, are not especially good at thinking things through, Paullus and his friends were caught and summarily punished. Now that he threatened the very power that gave his family their living, the Romans easily switched their loyalties and dealt some very severe repercussions, and it didn’t help that his family was already well known. Paullus was dragged before the rest of his family for a flogging. The punishment hurt terribly, and so did the horrified looks in his parents’ eyes. It wouldn’t have been a proper Roman disciplining to end it at that, for the Romans didn’t take half measures when it came to traitors (or, in this case, rebellious teenagers) and their associates. Paullus was forced to watch as they executed his parents and hoisted away his siblings for lives of servitude. He passed out from pain before he could see the untethered horses running away. 71-77 AD His hair was shorn, a new name given: Paullus. Small. Insignificant. The name stung. However, even that could not quell Paullus’s inner fire. He tried to run away as soon as he was sold off to an old nobleman needing a young man to do manual labor, but ended up with nothing but a brand on his arm for his troubles. For two years, he was resold so often that he lost count. Finally, he made his lucky break when he was assigned to a middle-class farmer. The open ground provided familiarity, and there were two horses. They did not judge him for his background, only for his treatment of them. Paullus tapped into what he'd learned as a child and eventually turned the two slow-minded beasts into eager and obedient workers. Perhaps that’s why, when the farm went downhill and the farmer sold off his major assets, he exchanged Paullus with a distant friend who managed a racing guild and desperately needed someone to replace a charioteer who was suddenly killed during a training accident. Paullus got an edge in the ranking process, being designated to care for horses almost immediately after arriving in Rome. Half a year later, his owner, wanting fresh blood on the tracks (metaphorically, that is), arranged for Paullus to receive charioteer training. The fire inside him was fanned by the flames of competition and the prospects of being loved once more, this time by a crowd instead of six people he’d never see again. He threw everything into his new role, spending days and nights doing nothing but eating, sleeping, and training (often cutting down on the first two). During the first race, he surpassed his owner’s expectations by blasting the other competitors out of the park with his quick thinking and excellent horsemanship. Paullus was signed on again and again to do more races. While charioteering is an incredibly dangerous profession, with many of his rivals losing life and limb on the tracks, he had never felt more alive. His manager, who appreciated his initiative (though not without a healthy amount of worry), allowed Paullus to take part in all sorts of stunts and derbies. These contests let Paullus release years of pent-up anger over the Romans and himself. Paullus made a name for himself. He was no longer a lowly slave, but a maverick, a bad boy, the type of guy women wanted to date and men wanted to be. He gained a new nickname: Effrenus, meaning “unbridled.” He tugged at the reins, kept an eye on the lap counters, maneuvered his way around the inside bend, made a final dash, and threw his head up to capture as much of his fans’ attention as possible at the race's end. Despite this, he feared, and continues to fear, losing his newfound glory. To improve his focus and continue to fuel his adrenaline-chasing lifestyle, Paullus began taking a stimulant tincture recommended by one of his gladiator buddies right before races, and it turned out to be far more helpful than he expected. The residual fog in his brain cleared away and he focused using his whole body. He may have been a good charioteer before this, but now, he’s an impeccable one. At least, that's what he thinks it does. Unbeknownst to him, too high of a dosage can cause vivid hallucinations or even death. Being a young man dealing with a lot of unresolved problems, it's the least of his worries. No candle can burn forever; just the other week, one of his training acquaintances suffered a series of violent injuries during a passing maneuver gone wrong. But Paullus is different. He’s not weak, and he won’t go out like a she-dog. He’ll do anything to keep on winning, if only to hear the cheers of the crowd one more time. @Gothic Insignia | PST | PMs, can also request Discord
  6. Bretta


    Bretta 23 | May 5, 52 AD | Slave | Frycook for Caius Lupus | Lesbian | Wanted | Rachel Brosnahan Personality. Even before she was sold to Caius, Bretta had always been a go-getter, searching here and there for whatever opportunities she could find to help the people closest to her. While she may come across as very casual in her actions, words, and body language, she puts her all into the job she’s been given. This has resulted in her becoming scarily efficient at preparing food and taking orders for Caius’s stall. The years spent under his ownership have made her more careless with her tongue. She is cold towards those she doesn’t like, and will say what she wants regardless of the repercussions. Some of it is genuine. The rest is a facade meant to hide her grief over being separated from her younger brother, Rufus. Something she keeps hidden deep down is her love for wordplay and extremely vulgar poems. Regarding her loved ones, she guards them to the point of being overprotective. She often believes she knows what’s best for them and will act outside of what they truly want. Following her head rather than her heart, her arguments for her actions are often based on solid reasons (or at the very least, ones she’s twisted to rationalize why she doesn’t like someone). Similarly, she is willing to change if those closest to her wish for it. Despite her shortcomings, Bretta can be very caring to those she trusts and loves. She is also very forgiving, knowing herself what it is like to change. That doesn’t mean, however, that she’ll blindly support someone’s journey towards redemption. Appearance Bretta is average height for a British woman, being 5’3. Her copper hair falls in long tresses over her shoulders. Most of the time, she keeps it fastidiously fastened away so it doesn’t interfere with her work. Her blue eyes are cold and piercing. As a result of working for Caius, her body is tough from standing up for hours a day preparing various types of food, and her arms have a fair share of small oil burns. Her clothing is simple and practical. Most noticeable is her outfit is her apron. Family Father: Unknown (likely Gaius Tullius Messala) Mother: Phoebe Siblings: Rufus, a younger brother. Spouse: Unmarried Children: None Extended family: Unknown Other: Unknown History 52-65 AD Her childhood was as good as a slave could get. Specifically, a slave like her. Rowdy and boisterous, with the tendency to get underfoot, Bretta was unruly in the way a proud senator’s son, not a slave girl, should be. Of course, she got punished whenever she did those things. A good slave was meant to be seen, not heard. To act, not think. Her tendency to question everything didn’t make her very popular with the other slaves and slave-children. She already knew who her father was since she was young, but he probably hated her if he didn’t claim her as his own. Whatever, she much preferred to stay with her mother and younger brother instead. Outside of trying to get into the others’ good graces, which often conflicted with her irreverent nature, Bretta leaned in on other people’s conversations, back when being a small girl meant she went unnoticed, and learned. Languages were never her speciality, but she enjoyed listening to Greek anyway. 66-72 AD Rufus and her shared a family resemblance, both in their facial features and in their minds. For Bretta, her intelligence manifested in her rational way of solving problems, not so much in her behavior. However, years of childhood training whittled down her rebellious tendencies, subduing the fire that always seemed to burn inside of her. Sometimes anger fueled it. Sometimes the desire to help. Sometimes jealousy. She certainly felt that a lot. The world isn’t fair. It was only natural that her younger brother, Rufus, got special lessons on reading and writing from the big man of the house, while she didn’t. Sometimes he relayed his lessons to her. She didn’t listen to a lot of people, but she always listened to him. Rufus was soft. He was happy, giggly, eager to please. He dipped his head politely out of instinct whenever someone of higher status spoke to him, neatly kept all of his belongings in check. Bretta loves Rufus. Bretta doesn’t understand him. Then, their mother died. She didn’t let herself cry. What was the point, if what happened already happened? Rufus still needed her. As for the incident that led to her being sold off to some cook in Rome? She doesn’t like to talk about it. Turned out messing with the seasonings in a stew served to one of the dominus’s hoity-toity military friends wasn’t the best thing to do. It wasn’t that action alone that led to her being sold, but a variety of quiet forms of rebellion, in addition with the dominus wanting to change out some slaves anyway, that culminated in such a fate. Rufus begged her not to leave. Bretta felt a deep pit of guilt. 73-77 AD Late at night, when she was with her brother, she used to listen to the other slaves tell stories about the glory of Rome, how impressive the city was. Naturally, she wasn’t too frightened when she was transported there, if not saddened by being separated from Rufus. When she saw the capital in all its glory, she was sorely disappointed. The entire establishment was a loud, fast-moving place full of filth and excrement, a sore departure from the farm in Paestum where she grew up. Few wanted her, until a man named Caius Lupus handed over some coins and soon put her to work learning how to cook his dishes. It wasn’t too bad, and she picked it up easily enough. Fry the meat here, add onions, put it on bread, and there you go, a meal. Years of being a frycook have hardened her arms and her mind. She may be the butt of a few old spinster jokes, but she’s proud of the work she does. In another life, she might have been a famous poet. Here, she can read numbers, work with them, but letters continue to escape her. Good enough, really. Now, if only she could find the rest of her family. Insignia | PST | PMs, can ask for Discord @Gothic
  7. Insignia


    Jannus 22 | April | Slave | Messenger/Body-slave | Bisexual | Wanted | Hans Matheson Personality As a child, Jannus had a sunny disposition, often choosing to see the best in things and eagerly doing whatever his master told him to. He always treated the concept of Rome with awe and great respect. As he grew older, he had the hope of bettering himself to the point where his master could free him. He worked hard with the little spare time he had to learn basic literacy, and he listened to his master’s musings on current politics with a careful ear. However, his first master never freed him, and when he was resold, Jannus’s worldview shattered. Four years later, his disposition is very different. He remains confused about his place in Rome, and while he is careful to maintain a sense of detached professionalism and he is typically polite to the point of meekness, there is a mire of impatience within him. When he completes tasks, it’s always with a sense of urgency to them, and it seems as though he’s lost something, but can’t remember what. He cares both too much when it comes to pleasing whoever owns him, and never enough. Without orders, he grows bored and listless; if he cannot live up to the ideal of a proper servant, he is nothing. Being around people gives him energy, yet he prefers to be alone. What would be the point in trusting others if he’ll get taken away again? He finds great difficulty in making decisions for himself by himself. When around the very few he trusts, he may reveal his dry sense of humor. Appearance Jannus has pale skin, dark brown hair that really needs a trim, and grey eyes. His build is more on the powerful side, though he can be unusually agile. As with most Gallic men, he is noticeably taller than the average Roman. Covered by his plain tunic are a few uneven, jagged scars across his back. He does not smile often, and when he does it is usually forced. Family Father: Prasutagus, deceased Mother: Aucissa, deceased Siblings: Minura, Vassura, Eburus, all deceased Spouse: None Children: None Extended family: Esico, deceased Other: N/A History 55-62 CE Jannus was born in the far north, where snow coated the ground in winter and the air had a constant draft about it. He remembers little about his father and mother, only vague impressions of their faces illuminated by firelight, pale oval shapes with angular features different from the people he sees in the streets of Roma today. Sometimes, he still dreams of his old life, from before he was taken. However, none of it makes sense. All the images escape him, and when he finally does manage to gather a few together, they’re damaged. In the deepest depths of his mind, he recalls a rainy day where everything smelled like soot. Being curious, not frightened, by the commotion happening in his family’s camp. Seeing a cavalryman, short but strong, heading toward him and plucking him easily from the ground to be carried back. Earning his new name and being reborn as Jannus, a slave. 63-71 CE After a boat ride, during which he was terribly sick, and a long series of transactions between traders, Jannus arrived in Rome proper. To think that the trees in his homeland were the tallest thing he’d seen until he encountered the buildings in the city! Jannus stops crying at night, and reasons that this life was an act of mercy, meant to show him true civilization. His master was a kindly old man whose own sons were now grown and away fighting, and needed someone to carry messages and help the larger body slave take care of him. The pain of missing home turned to a dull ache. Jannus became invested in learning to read, to decipher the codes that true Romans used to communicate with each other. On trips to the market and delivering messages, Jannus examined the bits of graffiti that littered the corners of unkempt places, studied the painted advertisements for gladiator tournaments. After some time, he picked up a stick and slowly, carefully, scraped out his first sentence: “My name is Jannus.” The master is patient. He smiled at Jannus, and gave the boy new tunics as he grew taller. He taught Jannus how proper men act, the correct mindset for a slave to have. Jannus may be the spitting image of a barbarian, but there was no harm in him learning the common discourse of civilized men. This was the closest thing he had to a father. Of course, not all good things last. His master died from old age, and while selling off his property, his children decided to sell Jannus as well. It did not matter how Roman he acted. In a time when he was supposed to be starting a new career, his own ended. 71-76 CE The second master was younger and stricter, growing impatient quickly; the first master was perhaps too forgiving towards a slave, and Jannus found himself getting a beating for some of his foibles with the second. Luckily, these were rare. Jannus looked around at the other slaves and realized just how different his appearance was from theirs. His form is too tall, his skin too pale, his eyes a sickly blue. Yet he continued as a runner nonetheless. His mistakes grew fewer and far between, and the other slaves accepted him as one of their own. Still, he remained all too painfully aware that no matter how civilized he wanted to become, it would never stop others from seeing him as a barbarian. He ended up being sold mainly because the dominus grew too tired of him. 76 CE Jannus was resold near the end of the year, and now he waited for another to take him. A man arrives, another in a long line of customers. It doesn’t matter who Jannus is bought by, he just needs to get out of this place. The man asks him his experience, and Jannus answers what has been drilled into him for almost his whole life. The customer says he’ll take both slaves. His praenomina intrigues Jannus. Maybe the third time’s the charm. @Gothic Insignia | PST | PM
  8. Ione


    Ione 18 | 12 Nov 58AD | Slave | Prostitute | Straight | Original | Phoebe Dynevor Personality. Quiet and unassuming, Ione is not a natural prostitute but her four months at the Elysium have taught her the requisite skills. She came from a simple family and so will never be possessed of pride or arrogance, but what little respectability she had has been cast out over the last few months and she suffers deep embarrassment at her current position. She suffers through her work as best as she can but can never quite muster up the enthusiasm when with clients, like some of the other men and women of the brothel. She has an easy smile and a trusting nature and a desperate yearning for friends and companionship. People might once have described her as 'sweet', but that seems at odds with her bearing in the brothel. This dichotomy makes her insecure and she prefers to hide herself in the shadows as much as she can. She hopes one day she can see her home again; walk on the sands of the beaches, feel the sun on her skin and have the fresh air of island life but as the weeks and months tick by in Rome, this feels more and more like a dream. Appearance Small and very slight, Ione is still girlish at eighteen, looking younger than her years. She eats poorly at the Elysium, usually one meal a day scrounged from a local thermopolium so hasn't necessarily filled her curves like some of her contemporaries. Her natural hair is somewhere between a mousy brown and blonde in the sun, but she has had a host of cheap wigs given to her by the owner of the Elysium which means she can appear bright blonde, dark haired or anywhere in between at any given time. Unlike the Venus, the Elysium has no great qualms about letting in drunkards or thugs and so she can often be seen sporting bruises on her body or face (when the hired help haven't been able to get the punters out quick enough). She has pale skin but sometimes accentuates it with cheap cosmetics, scrounged from the other girls. She also has a beauty mark above her lip and dark blue eyes. She dresses in gaudy, short togas in the brothel and when out fishing for business - it being the preserve of respectable men and prostitutes alone. When she has precious down time she wears the one plain tunica she was gifted by her owner. Family Father: Laphanes of Heracleium Mother: Clymene (deceased) Siblings: N/A Spouse: N/A Children: N/A Extended family: N/A Other: N/A History 58AD: Ione is born to Laphanes and his young wife, Clymene and named Hilaera. Her father was a potter, working in the small town of Poros on the island of Kefalonia, in the Ionian Sea. The town, whilst once thriving in hundreds of years gone by, is small and insular and the family barely scrape by. She was a longed for child as after eight years of marriage, Clymene had suffered miscarriages and stillbirths but ultimately her father was disappointed to have a daughter and not for a longed for son. 58-73AD: The next few years of her life pass by with limited adventure for the young Hilaera; she comes to know the Roman garrison stationed near their town and helps her father as much as she can in the studio, but debts begin to pile up from gambling losses. She tries to press her father to preserve her dowry but she fears it’s being used and spent to fund further slaves and more games of dice. 74AD: Hilaera’s mother dies, having caught the influenza which had been going round the town. She tries to take responsibility for the rapidly declining home, but her father isolates himself - falling behind in orders and losing friends. She thought there was no love lost between her parents given the fits of violence, but it appeared her father cared more for her mother than she realised. 75AD: The unimaginable happens when Hilaera is sixteen. Her father sells her as a means to pay his mounting debts. She pleads with him, but his rationale can’t be shaken; that as a woman she could never inherit his business anyway and the money from her sale would be better spent on training up his favourite slave to take over. She is dragged away screaming to the market where she’s promptly transported to Athens and then sold on to a travelling merchant. 76AD: Mercifully the man to whom she was sold was largely indifferent to his new purchase; installing her in his house in his home city of Cosa (Orbetello) as a general house slave. She lives here for six months. 76AD: The merchant’s house, however, was not to be her forever home. Deciding to move his business to Greece, he was unwilling to take his domestic slaves who could be cheaply and easily replaced. She’s dragged once again to a slave market and picked up for a decent price to a slaver, recognising her virginity made her more valuable than the local markets believed. She is transported to Rome and sold at an auction to the Elysium where she both loses her virtue and all she had known about her life. She is renamed Ione, after the Nereid as she came from a place surrounded by the sea. She’s been there for four months now, and has no idea what to do next. Sara | GMT | Discord @Gothic
  9. Sarah

    Teuta Varinia

    Teuta Varinia 41 | 12 April 35 | Freedwoman | Mother, to everyone | 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
  10. Spurius Antius Claudus 41 | 12 April 36AD | 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 (b. 1 BC) Mother: Ovidia Juliana (b. 15) Siblings: Gaius Antius (b. 31), Antia Marcilla (b.34), Antia Julianilla (B. 44) Spouse: None Children: None Extended family: Julius Antius (Uncle) (b. 9 AD) 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. ADULTHOOD [64-onwards]: 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. 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
  11. Tiberius Claudius Sabucius 20 | 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
  12. Titus Epidius Bellicianus 33 | 11th of November 42 | Plebeian | Actor | Bisexual | 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 bisexuality 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 somebody 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
  13. 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
  14. 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
  15. 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.
  16. 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
  17. 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
  18. 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
  19. 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
  20. 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
  21. 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
  22. 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
  23. MANIUS RUTILIUS GALLUS 40 | Springtime, 36 AD | Freedman | Guard for a slaver | 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: Guard/overseer of slaves with Spurius Antius Claudus 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.d wi 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. 76 AD - Manius stayed with the Tusca until he was no longer needed there. He doesn't really know the reason they told him he wasn't needed, nor does he really care. After he left their domus, he met Spurius Antius Claudus, who ended up offering him a job at the slave market for him. That's where Manius is now - where it all began, where it all started. Where will life take him next? Atrice | GMT+1 | PM or Discord
  24. 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
  25. 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
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