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HORATIA SOSIA 18 | 4th July, 58 AD | Senatore | Noble lady | Openminded | Wanted | Emmy Rossum Personality Horatia Sosia has spent most of her life in the countryside and knows very little of city life. She is openminded and curious, eager to learn and usually very gentle and sweet with most people – and animals. Her mother has sometimes said that her love for animals is greater than her love for humans, but maybe that’s because she just hasn’t met a lot of them, who weren’t slaves or family. She would love to make friends and she would be loyal and kind to them. That, however, also makes her easy to manipulate. Because of her life in the villa she is still quite naïve and innocent. She has been in love a few times in her life, but they were nothing more than teenage infatuations and nothing was ever allowed to grow serious, because her parents watched over her very carefully, as she is the only daughter in the family. Sosia is still very much a dreamer and a romantic at heart and she has not been properly prepared for social life in Rome. Yet now she must adjust to it. Appearance Horatia Sosia is fairly tall for a Roman woman, standing just about 5’6” tall on her flat feet. And she does like them flat, often planted in slippers and at home she will prefer bare feet, to feel the stone and the earth underneath them. She has long, brown and often wavy hair, that she prefers to decorate with flowers or something else related to nature. Her eyes are light brown and often with a kind glance to them. Her skin is slightly tanned due to her preference to spend time outdoors and she has a slender figure. She prefers wearing light and natural colors. Family Father: Gaius Horatius Justinius the Elder (60) Mother: Valeria Sosia (56) Siblings: Gaius Horatius Justinius the Younger (35) Spouse: N/A Children: N/A Extended family: Uncle: Marcus Horatius Justinius Cousins: Publius and Lucius Horatius Justinius and their sisters Livia and Horatia Justinia Other: Related to the Quinctilii-Varii and the Calpurnii-Praetextae through her cousins History In 58 AD Sosia is born as the last and unexpected child to her parents. Her brother is many years older than her and between Sosia and her brother are a few miscarriages or stillborns. Valeria expected the same to happen with Sosia, but the child was born alive and thrived. She does not remember much from her early childhood in the domus in Rome, except for loving to play in the pool in the atrium and being dragged out of there. She also remembers a kitten she had, its name was Narcissa. Sosia more or less grew up in the countryside. They arrived when she was almost 4 years old, due to the Civil War in Rome in 62AD and when it ended, the entire family sometimes travelled back to Rome with her father and brother. Mostly though, Sosia grew up in the villa and she liked that very much. To her, it felt more free and open than the city of Rome, where there were too many people. She learned how to read and write and enjoyed spending time in the gardens and even the rest of the property too. The stables were one of her favorite places to be, where she’d spend time with the animals, learn how to ride a horse and she befriended some of the younger slaves around her own age too. When she was 12 years old, there was a stableboy who charmed his way into her young and pure heart. Sosia was very much a dreamer and a romantic though, and didn’t understand his advances towards her body. Luckily, her mother did, and the slave was sold before anything but a kiss happened to Sosia. She was heartbroken at this very young age, but thanks to a new litter of kittens born the same summer, she made it through and forgot about her sweet friend again. Even at the villa though, she fell in love more than once and as she grew older and understood more and more, she grew more curious too. She was eager to learn. But her mother watched her like a hawk and when her body transformed from a girl and into a young woman when she was 14 years old, her mother forbade her to spend time with any man who was not her brother, her father or otherwise related to her by blood. And they weren’t always near. Good thing Sosia still had the female slaves, her horse and her cats and her dogs and all the other animals at the villa. They became her closest friends. They still were, when she turned 17 and her father had begun growing serious about finding a husband for his daughter. There were few young men in the countryside that he thought suitable and after a few letters sent back and forth between the villa her father’s friends and family in Rome, Sosia followed her brother and father into Rome and settled down in the domus there again, just after her 18th birthday. Wondering what she was supposed to do now. Make friends, her brother said. Find a husband, her father said. Sosia had no idea how to do any of those things in Rome. At least she brought her favorite dog, Eucleia, with her. Atrice | GMT+1 | PM or at Discord

SPRING 63AD The small villa was in chaos and standing in the midst of it was Drusilla as she stood there, hearing the panicked voices of her household gathering things, shouting to each other over the men that were coming. The dust trail from multiple horses had begun to blow this way, and in through the opened windows. In truth, while she did appear to look frozen in fear, she was not. She was still in absolution. If these men meant her death, then that was what they meant. There was no sense for her to act unruly. She felt hands on her, and she smiled to the aging woman that had raised her from the beginning of her memories, her soft voice telling her to run and hide. Dru shook her head, "No, I won't run from this." She said softly, her words bringing an end to the chaos around her, the shouts turning into murmurs of concern for their mistress. "I want all of you to take what valuables you can carry, and go out the back of the property, however. If they are coming for me, then only one of us needs to lose her life." She said before raising her hand to silent the words that came. Sounds could be heard coming from the large wooden gate and she glanced towards the door, which would be the second barrier between them and those that were coming. "Please." She stressed before a resounding no came from all of them. And it warmed her heart that her small household would stay with her but it worried her, that their peace was no longer allowed. That the potential of bloodshed would be great as whoever was coming might be there to kill them all. The small group of women jumped when the wooden doors to the main portion of the swung open, giving them ample view of those that came. A loud gasp would be all that greeted the man as her women moved around in front of her as if they were her shield. The aged housekeeper reached out to grip her arms as she stared down the man, her head held high as she waited for him to speak or for him to act. whatever it would be. @Gothic

AULUS AVILUS GALERIUS 36 | 21 Junius 39 | Senatorial | Spymaster | Hetero | Original | Conleth Hill Personality Aulus is, on the surface, a kind, gentle man. His babyface invites you in, makes you feel welcomed, cared for, and valued. Most are, to be honest. Those he knows personally and of course his family are genuinely loved and protected, but less so would be those he works with and for. He does do his best work for them, regardless of his feelings, but if it came down to himself or them, then he would certainly choose himself. He is absolutely one that separates emotion from business. He knows that when emotions enter into business, mistakes get made, and due to his job and his boss, he can't allow that to happen. If he allows himself to think past the surface of something, to involve his heart along with his head, he will get pulled into a mental and emotional quicksand that it will take him days, if not longer, to get out of. In his line of work, that's dangerous, even deadly. Much like a duck, though, the quiet and non-threatening Aulus can and will be rather ruthless if need be. He may not be the one carrying out the act personally, but he will not hesitate to make the call to have it done. The sweet, soft cinnamon roll everyone sees is thrown to the wayside for a conniving, snippy, almost bitterly shrewd snake-in-the-grass. This change, oddly enough, mostly happens around children and abrasive adults. Adults - everyone can understand that, but why children? His adored wife passed before she could give birth to thier first child, so children are a sore subject for him, and just a reminder of what he's lost and can never get back. In order to redirect his attention from this new lifestyle he's chosen for himself, the new connection he finds will have to be a very strong one. Appearance Aulus is.. not a man of remarkable appearance. Standing at about 5 feet 9 inches, he is a rotund man with a gentle face and kind, sparkling blue eyes that tend to see everything, even if you don't think so. The most noticeable thing about him though is his bald head - though if he had hair, it would be a dark blonde, almost brown hue, as indicated by his eyebrows. He dresses according to his social class while out in public, but in private, he dresses for comfort. He keeps himself well groomed as to not attract unwanted attention, and always wears his wife's wedding ring on his right pinky. He also wears his wedding ring on the left ring finger and a ring bearing his family's seal on his left pinky. Family Father: Atilus Avilus Galerius, age 65 {b. 10 CE} {d. 70 CE} Mother: Caelia Cyrica, age 62 {b. 13 CE} {d. 71 CE} Siblings: Quintus Avilus Galerius, age 46 {b. 29 CE} Spurius Avilus Galerius, age 42 {b. 33 CE} Avila Galeria, age 29 {b. 46 CE} Spouse: Agrippina Julia, age 30 {b. 43 CE} {d. 73 CE} Children: None Extended family: Gaius Agrippa Julius - Father in Law {b. 13 CE} {d. 68 CE} Priscilla Mania - Mother in Law {b. 59 CE} {d. 70 CE} Lucius Agrippa Julius - Brother in Law {b. 28 CE} Fabius Agrippa Julius - Brother in Law {b. 32 CE} Agrippina Mania - Sister in Law {b. 44 CE} Other: None History 39 CE - Aulus was born third, after his two older brothers Quintus and Spurius, who grew to be in the military and the senate respectively. His parents, with them, felt they had their family's future cemented, so they cared not what he chose for a career when he came of age. 46 CE - Seven years later, they brought forth a little girl to be named Avila. As she grew, her older brothers protected her absolutely, and she became good friends with the daughters of Gaius Agrippa Julius - Agrippina Mania, the eldest girl, and Agrippina Julia, the youngest. The two girls also had two older brothers, Lucius and Fabius. 57 CE - When Agrippina Julia reached the age of 14 and he was 18, he asked permission from her as well as her parents, to begin seeing her in earnest. He had watched her grow up through the visits with his sister, and felt a growing bond that they could cultivate. Both the parents and Agrippina agreed to this, so a true relationship began to form. 58 CE - Aulus, seeing an opening to assist his family in their chosen jobs, joins the information trading career path. 60 CE - Just three short years later, he asked Agrippina Julia to marry him, which she accepted. 62 CE - Agrippina becomes pregnant with their first child, a girl, but loses it due to complications. 64 CE - Two years later, they try again, just to lose a son. Aulus, devestated, throws himself into his work while she goes into a deep depression that even he cannot seem to bring her out of. 67 CE - In his work, he learns of a gang run by the Caesar's friend who carries out high ranking assassinations. Thinking this could be a lucrative opportunity to use his work for something other than it's initial intentions, he joins up with them in secret to supply them with information on targets as well as their inner workings. 70 CE - Through his father three years after, he met Pinaria Lucretia and her husband through his father at their wedding and still keeps in contact with them to this day. 72 CE - In winter, not having recovered fully from her depression, his wife falls ill. He does his best to stay by her side while working simoultaneously, but he doesn't have long to divide himself - in the spring of 73, her illness takes her from him. He has, since, dove into his work headfirst and focused on that alone, aside from the limited amount of time that he gets to spend with his immediate family. When he wasn't working, he was navigating repairs on his home, left over from the eruption and tremors of Vesuvius. 75 CE - With repairs completed, he's into his work now more than ever, carrying information back and forth between the Caesar and his group of assassins with the utmost speed and accuracy. MEW | EST | DISCORD

ANTONIA VITELLIA 40 | 15 January 35 | Equite| Business-Woman| Bisexual| Original | Angelina Jolie <600x300> Personality Before all other things, Antonia’s goal in life is to protect Rome and safeguards its interests as well as her own. She is a woman who, despite her gender, has managed to scrape together a place for herself in Rome with her own two hands. Whether through the spilling of blood or poison, the way she used her body for promises she never intended to fulfill, or her marriages, Antonia managed to carve a place for herself in Roman society that left her father’s accomplishment with his trading empire a mere footnote in her life story.Antonia’s life is determination to serve her interests and those of her family. It was only later that she realized her love for Rome also contained her great desire to protect it. She views all things as potential assets and weighs and measures them accordingly. If they are useless or not bound to be a threat, they are ignored. If they can be used or held against another or to protect her and her kin, she uses them. At times, her use is ruthless and cold. Others, it is tempered by her compassion and her own inner desires, especially where children are concerned. Regardless, one can say that Antonia has never been one to shy from what needs to be done to her satisfaction and nor has she ever balked of the necessities to realize her desires.Antonia has very few soft spots in her life. One of those, perhaps the biggest one, is her children and those she views as her children. While the first is not of her bloodline (something that is not known to anyone but Antonia and her friend, Vanessa), her second is the reason that Antonia allows herself to, at times, believe there might actually be gods. Believing that she would never have children of her own, that her body was incapable, and fearing that she would succumb to death in childbirth like her mother, Antonia was hellbent on becoming content with that knowledge. Intending to focus solely on her son, Minor, she was shocked and dismayed when she discovered she was pregnant again. She was certain it would end in heartbreak, even through the first year of her daughter’s life, and now finds herself in awe that she managed to have a healthy child of her own. It shows in startling ways though she attempts to hide it so that her children do not become spoiled. Nonetheless, when push comes to shove, Antonia is one that will do anything to protect and save her children, even from themselves.Antonia is also a remarkably independent woman. During her first marriage, she was largely left to her own devices. Gifted with the intelligence and education that her father insisted upon, Antonia used it to raise her husband’s family and then, later, to tear it down in a fit on vengeance. In her second marriage, Antonia did not bother to raise the family’s fortunes up, believing they had enough for themselves and also not particularly being in love with her husband. However, she remained a faithful wife and companion until her second husband’s untimely death. Once she had fulfilled her Roman duty by marrying when possible, however, she stopped all attempts at feigning interest in the institution, returning to her family home to raise her son and daughter in peace.She now views marriage as unnecessary, something that will put her under another’s thumb and will likely involve her giving up her assets and independence. As someone who worked too hard to give it to a man who just happens to get her consent and nothing more, Antonia would rather die than give up her ability to run her life as she sees fit. Given her age, it is unlikely that anyone will ever approach her for marriage again, despite the wealth and honor she’s brought to her family and the Empire itself through her service.Her independence shows also in her covert operation of the Lovers of Eris. Antonia, upon discovering the Lovers, made her move hastily and quickly. She killed the Vulpina herself with trickery and acid, thinking it rather poetic that she should kill the Vulpina in the same method at which the Vulpina herself gained her power. However she came to power, Antonia now controls the Lovers and does so judiciously. She sees them as an extension of her neutrality, using their abilities and gifts solely to restore balance to Rome and never for a political faction in particular. Indeed, their use to back one Imperial power over another or to push a political agenda, assuming it would not be counter balanced by another or for Rome’s benefit, would be something that Antonia would never allow and would, in fact, force her to use the Lovers against the one who wished it otherwise. These days, the Lovers still conduct assassinations and train in their gifts and Antonia has a reputation amongst them as a harsh taskmaster with a compassionate side. “Our cold mother,” they call her, and they are not incorrect for some of them Antonia has raised and commanded since they were children.Finally, there is Antonia’s philosophies regarding Rome. Born and raised in Rome, having left its borders several times, Antonia loves Rome as much as she loves herself. She sees it as a delicate ecosystem that must be maintained and balanced for the welfare of its citizens and Imperial family. She will never allow harm to purposefully come to it unless she believes that, eventually, it will lead to Rome’s long term gain. Additionally, while she desires it to grow exponentially, she attempts to curtail or manipulate events when she can (however she can) if she believes that it will, in the long run, harm Rome’s interests and self. She can often be seen in the Imperial palace, speaking with the younger Imperials and offering advice as she did to Lucilla Augusta decades ago.Her loyalty, however, to these Imperials is not the same as to the Imperials of yesteryear. Rather, it is balanced, once more, by her philosophy regarding Rome’s continuous rise in strength and prosperity. Should, at any point, the Imperial family start working solely for their own interest rather than Rome’s, Antonia would be forced to take a side against them, as much as it would grieve her. She regards the majority of them as her own family, especially the youngest ones, and it would hurt her greatly to do so. Appearance Like her mother before her, Antonia was gifted with a slender waist, broad shoulders, and wide hip. Standing at 5’5”, she is as tall as most average men and finds it a rare delight when she discovers a woman of her own stature. Her lips are often colored with red or a darkened pink, to accentuate their fullness and their curve. Her hair is auburn though now threaded with gray and her eyes are a light blue that is rarely seen in Vitellii children. Her hair is usually pulled back from her face and any wisps that escape reveal themselves in a ringlet fashion. When she is surrounded by more comfortable company, Antonia lets her hair be dressed much loosely, with her locks surrounding her features and falling down her back.Her body has changed little since childbirth. Her breasts are heavier, the nipples darker from nursing years ago, and her waistline has returned to its previous slenderness. Her hips are wider and have some stretchmarks.She used to wear her hair in a chignon with a palla over her head to suggest modesty. However, since her marriages, she has allowed her palla to drape lower and lower until it is more of a shawl than anything else. In place of the palla over her hair, she has taken to putting various ornaments in instead. Sometimes she might wrap it elaborately with strands of pearls or sapphires but, more often than not, she had clasps of butterflies, jeweled and gleaming, pulling back of certain strands for dramatic effect.Her feet are blessed (unlike those poor, poor plebeians) with sandals of high quality wood and leather. On her ankles, bangles chime and swirl together, the intent to make noise without seeing exactly where the noise is coming from. This is a trick she learned from her Egyptian lover at one point and has continued since. Another trick that she learned to do perfectly was the darkening of the lids of her eyes so that they seem to pop from her head in a pleasing manner. Furthermore, she has learned to dress richly and in a fine, pleasing manner to draw the eyes of men and make sure they realize her assets: her wide hips and her matronly breasts. After all, a woman's duty is to provide sons and honor to the family.Antonia adores jewelry. As a result, she wears rings, ornate hair ornaments, bracelets, armlets, and anklets. She also enjoys wearing clothing that shows her in the best possible manner. Dark, rich colors adorn her frame and drape over her shoulders. As a woman in love with the idea of draping cloths, she wears chitons and pallas with as much possibility of a drape as possible. Family Father: Marcus Vitellius, deceased 56 A.D. when Antonia slowly poisoned him over time to mimic illness. Mother: Antonia Vitellia, deceased 35 A.D. from childbirth Siblings: Titus Vitellius, deceased 63 A.D. from illness, though in truth, murdered during a party Antonia was throwing by a guest. She and the guest hid the body in the house until she could "discover" his body later in a far more fitting and dignified manner of death ("illness"). Vitellia Livia, deceased 35 A.D., stillborn. Technically Antonia's twin. Spouse: Renius Suetonius Metellus, married 56 A.D., divorced 59 A.D. after his disgrace in Judaea and affair with a Judaean princess. Eventually died on the front lines in Gaul. Gaius Livius Lucretinus Aemilianus, married 63 A.D., widowed 65 A.D in a horseback riding accident where he broke his neck. Children: Renius Suetonius Metellus Minor, son, born 58 A.D. in her first marriage. A true, good hearted gentleman as she raised him to be, and untouched by his mother’s more heinous deeds. Simply put, he is “good.” Livia Caelia, daughter, born 64 A.D. in her second marriage. Caelia has naive, romantic daydreams and aspirations that her mother finds distasteful and is trying to curb as much as possible. Extended family: None Other: None. History CHILDHOOD (35 A.D – 48 A.D.): To understand Antonia, one must go back farther and touch upon her parents. Her father was originally a simple merchant, arising from humble stock. In 25 A.D, he was raised from a citizen to an Equestrian noble due to his immense wealth. There is no doubt in anyone's mind that he greased the wheels of success with gold. Indeed, such a practice in his life had guaranteed his survival in many aspects of life. It even helped him earn the marriage to an already established Equestrian noble family, the Antonii (descendants of Antony from his first marriage to Fabia). Marcus had heard of Antonia's beauty from speaking with other families in order to further raise his status. Knowing he must take a wife and seeing it in his best interest to take a woman already known for her ladylike qualities, he quickly concocted a social event at his house, a simple party to celebrate his achievements at trading with some Egyptians and making a hefty amount of money. He made quite certain to invite the Antonii and various other families connected to them. Once he met with the patriarch, he quickly began dropping comments on his own personal wealth and how he was aging quicker than he believed. Furthermore, he mentioned, it was in his best interest to soon take a wife with impeccable honor and mannerisms. Such a woman, he suggested, might be found within the walls of the Antonii house. The father of Antonia quickly caught on and suggested that such beauty and honor was without parallel in Rome and could not be handed away so easily. Within moments, gold was exchanged, an agreement made, and Antonia's fate was sealed. Antonia herself was beautiful, yes, but not near the beauty that she had been renowned to be. Her lips were too big, her breasts smaller than Marcus preferred and her hips barely existing. No one had mentioned her age to Marcus and so he received for his wife a thirteen year old girl in 30 A.D. If Marcus was disappointed, he failed to show it for he simply recited the vows, took her to the bedchamber, and tested her virginity and purity himself. However, it did not become long for their marriage to be strained. Antonia disliked her older husband so much so that she continually descended into tears and her body froze during consummation of their marriage. Frustrated, Marcus instead took interest in courtesans (expensive but he could pay, he reasoned) and in their serving girls. Ashamed and filled with a strange desire to somehow make things right between them despite a rocky start, Antonia tried harder than ever to please her husband by 32 A.D. It did not help that because of one of her female cousin's actions in Egypt her family was scandalized and did not have as much impact as it once did. She could, in Marcus's eyes, afford to be dismissed on a whim. Things hit the bottom of the amphorae when Marcus told Antonia in private that because their marriage was yet sterile and relations between them were too strained for him to perform his marital duties, he was considering a divorce. Antonia collapsed, her honor shattered, her worst fears realized. She begged one more chance, one pitiful chance to prove herself an honorable and good wife for was not her honor already slightly tainted by Justinia Antonia's actions in Egypt? One more attempt in their marriage would go unnoticed by all for their problems were between only them. Marcus was never one to be cold against a sobbing woman and so allowed her another chance. That night, Antonia did not freeze or sob. She did as well as a woman in love and lust with her husband, even fooling herself that night. Nine months later, her faith was restored in herself and Marcus when she gave birth to their son, Titus Vitellius. Marcus had never been so pleased in his life and hastily ordered another house party to celebrate the birth of his son. There, he met all questions concerning Antonia's health with glee and unabashed pride. Antonia, for her own part, kept quiet, offering smiles and polite nods to each guest. It took her until the end of next year to conceive once more and she had no doubt that this pregnancy, like the last, would be easy and the labor smooth. However, fate had decided otherwise for while Antonia had been lucky during Titus's birth, her small hips had come to destroy her completely. During pregnancy, she found herself constantly nauseated so that she was unable to keep down food in proper amounts until her seventh month in. Afterwards, she was confined to bed to rest, eat, and drink plenty without exerting herself. None of this helped when the time came. Even Marcus retreating to a temple to pray for his wife did not help. The gods had abandoned Antonia with laughing cruelty. She struggled, as any woman would, against the tide that pulled her from life. Her hips were too narrow, the midwives said in hushed tones, it was impossible for her to birth the two. When Antonia was told it was twins, not a single child she was birthing, she paled, knowing now it was against any hope for survival. The two, the midwives said, were practically battling at the mouth to arrive first, each determined to get their way. Hours later, she finally gave birth to one and then, soon after, the other. Two girls were delivered to Antonia, who rested her eyes upon them, feeling disappointed and fearing her husband's anger. Before the midwives' eyes, though, Antonia, who was at first sobbing hysterically with fear, started laughing. "Take the cloths from my womb, midwives," she said, laughing hard, "I'm going to die today. I see it clearly now! I won't have to fear my husband's wrath for I am dying. I will not be alive when he passes over the threshold to see my final failure!" The midwives, startled, believed Antonia was going mad and kept packing her womb with cloth to stem the blood. It failed and as Antonia foretold, she was dead before Marcus passed the threshold to see her final shame. When he beheld his daughters, he blanched. Upon hearing of his wife's death, he fumbled out of his house, seeking out the nearest tavern. Truth be told, in the last two years, he had come to love Antonia. The revival of their marriage bed had been a revival of her charming nature that had never unveiled itself to him during the first year. So charming was she when she was unfettered with fear that she had pulled him in without knowing and saved herself from shame and uncertain future. Now, without her, he felt himself stunned by her death and hardened by it as well. He spent that night in the depths of alcohol and awoke the next morning with a renewed sense of purpose. Within a week, the younger twin, the weaker of the two, died. Antonia Vitellia, however, lived, and grew close to her mother's image, but for the hips and breasts which grew far more than her mother ever had. Instead of shunning his daughter, Marcus tolerated her. He realized that his children had to provide a stunning legacy for both him and his wife and so had them educated in the best way available considering his wealth. As a result, Antonia was able to read, write, dance, play instruments, speak several languages, and think clearly to see the way to her goals. It did not take long for her to realize how she could apply these to get whatever she wanted. It also didn't take her long to realize she could use her knowledge to see faults in others and exploit those. For example: her father's Achilles heel was discussion and memory of her mother. Though he tried to hold out on any and all information on Antonia and, to some extent, Titus, the servants talked and to them, Antonia listened. It didn't take long for her to realize that, at ten, she was the spitting image of her mother upon her marriage to Marcus. So, at age ten, when she wanted to skip her lessons one day, she went to her father and, knowing what it would do, began weeping. Marcus was struck by the image of his dead wife, sitting before him, weeping as she had as she begged him for one more chance. Guilt swept over him and he gave in to Antonia's demands, letting her skip that day of lessons. Smirking, she went from him and approached her brother next, twining her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek, and showing him all the affection in the world. Within moments, he was tied around her finger, waiting for her word or order. A rush went through her young body and Antonia demanded that, should she ever marry after their father died, Titus must back her decision on her marriage and listen to her rather than himself. Titus, confused, agreed. Antonia left him as well and went to her rooms for the day. TEENAGE TO EARLY ADULT (48 A.D. – 55 A.D.): At age fourteen, a marriage was arranged between Antonia and an older senator. This, she saw, was the most crucial moment of learning to manipulate others. This was the time when it all hinged on her performance to her brother and her father. Weeping, howling, tearing at hair and clothes, Antonia approached them both, saying that she had been speaking with her friends and learned something awful about her beloved husband-to-be. Startled and, no doubt, a little frightened by her behavior, her brother and father stopped to hear her. At first, she protested saying that she would not openly speak of such shameful things. Her father grew irritated, demanding that she tell him. Hesitating a bit, Antonia opened her mouth and spewed the vile acidic poison that would dissolve any potential union for her and the senator. Her betrothed, she had heard, was marrying her purely for the dowry and, like the other wives before her, she would perish soon after the marriage rites were performed. After all, she pointed out, he had sons already, three of them, from previous marriages. She had no worth in childbirth when considering no sons were further necessary. His other wives, she hissed, had died peculiarly and suddenly after marriage as well. Her father and brother listened, too engrossed in the horror of it all to really turn away. Deciding that such horrible things could not come from such a virginal mouth without truth behind them, they decided she was telling the truth. Later, Antonia hid her smile as they composed a missive to the senator telling him that, unfortunately, the betrothal with Antonia would have to be cancelled given some news that had just reached their ears. However, a bag of coins was given to them in an effort to bribe him from asking too many questions or taking up a dispute between the two families. Antonia was left alone for some time, making a show of grieving for her lost "opportunity." Finally, Antonia began exploring her own relationships with others at the age of sixteen. Poised and graceful, her first run in was with Equestrian nobleman at a house party. All evening they had exchanged glances, whispered words in passing and, eventually, touched with a finger or a glancing touch of the foot to the other's foot. Later, they separated from the party and found themselves in the stables. She quickly kissed him, unsure exactly what to do, but sure that confidence would make up for any ungainly moments. The youth himself was completely sure in what he was doing and so her first kiss, first caress, and first experience of anything remotely close to lust was experienced in a lowly stable. When her father found her to take her from the party, she quickly wiped any excitement from her face and simply looked calm and shrewd, as usual. However, Antonia was still a virgin after that night. She was not stupid enough to let some man have all of her. She knew the scandal that could arise from not being a virgin in Rome and an unwed one at that from a noble house. She would not risk it. Afterwards, her next encounter was with an Egyptian slave girl that her brother had bought at the market. Antonia had watched her for days and, one morning, in the spirit of malice, had demanded the girl take off her clothes and dance for her like Antonia had heard they did for the Pharaoh's long ago. Though the girl had no idea what Antonia was talking about, she did as she was told for the only other option was twenty lashes. For some reason, the girl so enticed Antonia that she quickly dismissed the girl, only to summon her to serve her in her own chambers that night before bed. Once there, Antonia dismissed the other servants, requesting the Egyptian stay behind. She demanded the girl undress again and dance as before and the girl did. Antonia kissed the girl, caressed her, and then asked the Egyptian to teach her to dance as she did. Further confused and frightened, the Egyptian girl did and was rewarded with another kiss from her mistress. A few months later, Antonia took the girl as a lover, knowing that the things that she would experience would not destroy her virginity. If Titus knew, he said not a word but when word did start circulating between the servants and slaves about the mistress placing too much favor upon the Egyptian girl. There was a reason, it was whispered, and everyone was shocked when, one day, Antonia slapped the Egyptian across the face before all assembled and shrieked that she was incompetent and foolish. She demanded that the girl be sold as she was found stealing her mistress’s things. Marcus, stunned once more by his daughter’s behavior, did as she requested and even conducted a small investigation. So cunning was Antonia that she put several pieces of her jewelry under the girl’s pallet so that it was found and the girl convicted. She was sold, promptly, to a traveling merchant so that she might never be seen again. After that, the rumors stopped and any potential scandal with Antonia was averted. If any rumors did leak out, Antonia was unaware of them. ADULTHOOD (55 A.D. – Present): However, as she approached nineteen years of age, her father professed himself confused as to why she was yet unwed and, worse, unasked for. Her dowry was impeccable, her manner charming. Yes, she had her erratic behavior but he assumed it was from so much stress being placed upon her so often concerning her betrothal and the business with the slave girl. All worries were eased when her marriage was finally arranged for her by her brother, Titus, who was recently placed in a political position over the city by her own doing. After discovering the talents of Renius Suetonius Metellus, a marriage was arranged between the two of them and they were married in late October of 56 A.D. The marriage proved to be a happy one until, one night after a slave had given birth to a healthy son, Renius revealed that it was his son the slave had had and, though he would not acknowledge it as his, Antonia saw it as a threat to her own unborn child. Afterwards, she went to the Palace to see her new lover, Lucilla, also the Augusta of Rome, and told her all that had happened, asking for advice. Renius's omission had hurt her deeply, for all that she would not admit her affection for him, and she still felt the infant to be a threat despite what he said. This feeling of pain only deepened when she gave birth to an already dead son she called Julius. Upon Renius's arrival in Rome, she quickly reestablished their relationship and became pregnant a second time. All her work was tossed out the window when he left to be a governor in the East and subsequently became the lover of an aging Judean princess named Julia Berenice. Despite the fact that many Roman women would have just turned her face away, Antonia decided to do something about it. She hastily wrote to the King of Judea, whose marriage she had arranged to her own sister-in-law Emilia, and told him of the scandalous behavior and what it might bring about for all parties involved. Furthermore, she alerted the Augusta and also gave her her own opinions of what might transpire if it continued. Finally, she set about creating a network of spies within Judea, most of them old confidences of her father's, and having them plant the seeds of the rumor within the Judean masses. Knowing that they would not stand for it, she bided her time until she was able to arrive in Judea herself to play the role of the spurned, obedient wife. Before she could make her sweeping entrance on to the stage of Judaean politics, however, Antonia found herself crushed with tragedy once more. Unfortunately, her second pregnancy, like her first, was not to bear fruit. One night, Antonia felt contractions and cramping deep in her womb. Upset with the foreshadowing, she took to her bed, summoning a midwife who had earlier been contracted to work for Antonia throughout her pregnancy. Hoping that perhaps the situation might be redeemed, the circumstances went as undesired as Antonia gave birth to a perfectly formed, but dead, child. She wept over the body before consigning it to the flames of the nearby fireplace and taking to her bed to rest. As if the gods’ mocked her, Antonia’s body rebounded quickly enough in healing though her heart didn’t. Then, as if offering atonement, she was given an opportunity. A woman who had been Herod’s lover during his stay in Rome had fallen pregnant and, months ago, Antonia had befriended her and offered her advice. Their deep friendship and trust continued and Antonia found herself met by the woman’s servant shortly after her stillbirth with news to come quickly. Long ago, it had been decided, due to the woman’s marriage to an abusive man, that Antonia would adopt the child and raise it as her own when the time came. However, neither party had thought Antonia would be utterly childless at the time, thinking instead that Antonia would pass the child off as one of her servant’s offspring. Believing that her husband would no longer love her if he saw her as “tainted goods,” Antonia took the child as the mother died in childbirth and instead raised him as her own. It was this child that Antonia approached the Judaean stage with, even lowering the child to the ground and silently insisting that Renius pick up the boy when they met on the docks. That Renius did, and acknowledged the child as his own, was a small victory that soothed some of the vengeful storm in Antonia’s heart, but overall did nothing to stem the coming tide of her anger when she found that her presence could not prevent the affair between her husband and the Judaean princess. Spurned into attack by wounded pride, Antonia then triggered the events in Judaean leading to an uprising. She swirled the rumors, did her best to look the utter Roman matron of sympathy, and then waited until she more aggressively pressed the attack through her planted spies and actors. Before night had fallen on another day in Judaea, Antonia had managed to get the Judaean princess nearly stoned to death and her husband called back from his station there, in disgrace. The royal family had fled in fear and Judaea was a cesspool of violence and fear. She regretted nothing except that Julia Berenice had survived the revolt. Upon her return to Rome, Antonia divorced her now-disgraced husband and set about raising her son, despite the attempts of Julia Berenice to blacken her name and cast her into shame. She provided the best for her son possible while managing to escape matrimony a second time. Meanwhile, she aided her brother in his growth of their family's trading empire. However, such peace was not to last. After the death of her lover, Lucilla, from an unknown disease, Antonia watched as Rome plunged into chaos yet again. As she had promised Lucilla, Antonia approached the Imperial palace and took Claudia, Lucilla’s last daughter, to safety. Not knowing who in the city was friend or foe, she stayed there with her, giving her all the love and attention she could while trying to provide stability and ascertain the situation. Once the pieces had fallen into place, Antonia used her Lovers to smuggle Claudia to Antioch and into the safe arms of their uncle, Quintus, and their grandmother, Annthea. Though Antonia wanted to fight it as much as possible, ultimately, she settled for trying to diminish the damage such chaos had wrought in Rome with as delicate a touch as possible. Soon before her smuggling of Claudia, Antonia discovered the Lovers of Eris. For months, she eyed them and weighed their use. Finally, fearful of the new regime and what it might do to Imperial loyalists such as herself, Antonia contacted the Vulpina. She had done her homework and concocted a special poison for the event. Knowing that the Lovers would never respect someone who took power without murdering the Vulpina, Antonia knew that, for one of the few times in her life, she would have to take direct action to end the life of another. When she met with the Vulpina, however, Antonia did not hesitate, acting as if she had murdered her victims herself her whole life. She burned the Vulpina’s face with acid before ending the woman’s torment herself. The moment the Lovers stepped in to see what was going on, they realized that power, as per Lover tradition, had passed over to Antonia. With that, she became the Vulpina of the Lovers until such time as another ended her life. Soon afterward, Antonia found herself fulfilling her deathbed promise to Lucilla in other ways. Hungry for vengeance on those that had brought the downfall of what she saw, essentially, as an extension of her own family, Antonia actively aided the remnants of the Imperial family. This included, once they were secured and rendered safe, Livia and Claudia. Though she could not find Tiberius, Antonia sent whatever aid she could to Claudia, Quintus, and Livia while Clemens ran amok. Whether in the form of information, money, Antonia finally became more proactive when she managed to smuggle a poisoned blade to Flavia. With this blade, Flavia struck down Clemens and managed to say it was merely assassins that performed the deed. In 63 A.D., with the return of the Imperial family and the placing of Quintus Alexander as the new Emperor, Antonia felt Rome stabilize once more. In true Vitellii fashion, Antonia held a party during which things came to a head behind closed doors in a way she never would have foretold. The party’s purpose had been to merely present Antonia (and her availability for matrimony) to the public and to the eyes of the prominent families. As a masquerade and costume sort of event, Antonia had everyone’s wines (barring her own, of course) touched with a drug to lower inhibitions. Unfortunately, her brother drank one too many and, knowing Antonia’s costume, finally found himself alone with her in the closed off corridors of their home. There, he sought to take advantage of Antonia and he almost succeeded until a random guest came onto the scene. Seeing the trouble, the guest killed Titus, an action that had Antonia shocked and reeling before her own predilection towards solutions took control. The two worked to hide the body, sliding it into her personal office space where her poisons were kept. There, she kept the body for a week, using a variety of unguents and perfumes to cover the smell, thankful for the cooler weather in Rome’s winter for helping keep the worst of decomposition at bay. Furthermore, she laced the rumor mill of Rome with news that Titus was ill before finally, a week later, saying that he had died of an unknown but swift illness that left the body covered in boils and lesions. The illness, she stated, meant his body needed to be shrouded and burned hastily. Her word was taken without doubt and her maiden, Vanessa, aided her mistress in cleaning, shrouding, and burning the body. A sizable portion of their clients and family were present, all watching the burning while Antonia looked on, knowing that they would spread the word of Titus’s demise by illness and subsequent pyre. Later, it was discovered that Titus had left his fortune, the family domus, and the trading empire to her son, Renius Suetonius Metellus Minor. Minor, being around five years old at the time, was far too young to run such a thing or even know what to do with the finances. Antonia hastily freed one of their slaves, a male who had been raised in the Vitellius household and always turned down the opportunity for freedom. This time, knowing that he’d still be in the Vitellii business and under their watchful eye, he accepted the freedom and salary offered to essentially be the book keep and frontman while Antonia did the work from behind closed doors. To all official and legal eyes, the Vitellii Trading Company was managed by a man, though anyone with eyes and brains in their heads knew that Antonia was the true decision maker, the true Empress of the Trading Company. Running both the trading company and the Lovers, Antonia worked tirelessly for her family’s benefit and the benefit of the Empire. But now, without a male benefactor of age, Antonia found herself hounded by numerous proposals and attempts at betrothal. Finally, only a month after her brother’s demise, Antonia met with Gaius Livius Lucretinus Aemilianus. Within the first meeting, Antonia knew Livius was a pushover compared to her power. While it was nothing that she was attracted to, she could see herself acquiring some manner of happiness under his thumb. After clarifying to him that Vitellii family matters would never be Livii family matters and acquiring his agreement, Antonia had the betrothal and marriage papers drawn up. Within a week, the two wed. A month later, Antonia knew she was pregnant. Believing that the child would perish as all the others had, she set no sights on its birth and nor did she slow down her operations. Furthermore, she failed to notify her husband of the pregnancy until she was visibly showing. Though she had attempted to hide it with flowing clothing to escape potential gossip, eventually the bulge became obvious and Antonia was finally forced to admit, to eyes that probably had already guessed, that she was pregnant. Livius, who already several children, was impressed by his wife’s fecundity, certain that only good things would happen. Antonia, for her part, reserved any joy or sense of accomplishment, positive that she would be holding a corpse by the end of it. Her reservation, while prudent, turned out to be for naught. That year, the same year of her marriage, Antonia gave birth to a healthy, glowing girl. Pushing her husband over once more, Antonia gave the girl the name of “Caelia” meaning heavenly and further eschewed Roman naming conventions in the process. She was aware it was rather a conscientious flirtation in telling people that her husband, despite his name’s antiquity and honor, was not in charge of their marriage; that, instead, it was she herself in charge. She did not care and flouted Roman tradition with little thought at all. She had finally given birth to a living child, one of her own, and nothing could stop what she felt, more than business, more than politics, was the moment of her greatest glory. Her victory, and daydreams of other children to follow, was to be left unrealized. No less than two years later, Livius was coming home from the countryside when his horse caught sight of a snake in the road. Panicking, the horse reared and fled, knocking loose his rider and casting him upon the ground. Livius’s neck snapped instantly and though he did not die immediately, he soon suffocated on the road, his slaves and accompanying fellows unable to help him. His body was brought back to his family’s home and his wife and children greeted the men at the door. For Antonia, who had no great love for Livius but appreciated the attention and companionship he gave her, it came as a slight blow though not a great or distracting one. Instead, she merely moved her children back to the Vitellii domus, a place where she had lived off and on during her marriage to Livius and never stopped using completely. Moving back was simple: she merely gathered up several of her clothes and her daughter, Minor following dutifully behind, and went back to the domus. With her came Livius’s children from his previous marriage that were too young to strike out on their own or even yet claim their father’s fortune independently. In honor of her marriage to Livius, Antonia did the honorable thing. She appointed a separate man that the Livii trusted to guard the children’s fortune and made sure the rest was divided as according to Roman law and Livius’s will. For herself, there was little change. Antonia only had her own fortune and home. Through her children, she had established independence and she wielded it to do as she pleased and whom she pleased. Antonia took no lovers nor any new husbands. Rather, she ran her businesses, advised those in the Imperial family who desired her advice, raised the children accordingly, and raised the fortunes of the Vitellii accordingly. Though others came to try to woo and marry her, Antonia turned them down, instead performing the same rigorous training process with her children as her father had with her. Her days were full and her nights, chilled and haunted by the memories of her brother roaming the halls, sleepless. Though her beauty has cooled and the rumors swirling her faded with her youth, Antonia remains strong and proud, loyal to her true mother: Rome. RIV | CST| Discord or PM

When Oriana's father sat her down for the evening to speak to her about something important, she assumed he found another husband for her. She had been dreading the day, not knowing if she even met the man she would marry. Her heart was pounding when her father arrived. The two ate dinner together, which was a rarity unless they were having guests. It must have been that there was a husband being introduced, right? She couldn't think of anything else it would be. Once they were finished with their dinner, Ordovian cleared his throat. The words he said next were the ones she least expected. "I am not your father." Oriana's mouth dropped. What was he talking about? Of course he was. He'd been with her his whole life, as long as she knew. The man then went on. "Your mother told me how much she hated you because you weren't mine, just some bodyguard she slept with. This was a little before she died when she revealed the name. I wanted to kill him, but I just never had enough energy in me to do so." The apple didn't fall far from the tree, Oriana thought. Her mother slept with her bodyguard and so did she. Her mother probably would've hated her more if she knew her now. Oriana realized that she had told her father a name. "Who is it?" She asked, not thinking she'd know the man. He was probably dead now--a lot of bodyguards died in their line of business. "A man by the name of Marcus Falco. I haven't seen him for twenty-two years, so he's probably long gone or dead by now." Oriana's face went white and her eyes widened. No, no, no. There were hundreds of thousands of people in Rome, and her father had to be the one man she despised, the man she hated the most. He screwed her over time and time again, and that scumbag had to be her father? She felt dirty that her bloodline was actually one of Marcus Falco's. He hadn't seen him in 22 years, but it had only been a month since she last saw him. "Don't worry, Oriana. I will still find a suitable husband for you. You are adopted, and as far as I'm concerned, a legitimate child of mine. Nobody will need to know." She didn't really hear the words her father was saying. She was fuming at the thought of this man being her father. "I have to go," she said, standing up and briskly walking away. She went to her room, knowing she had to visit the asshole tonight. She put on her cloak. Oriana didn't let Alexius know where she was going, so she slipped out of the home and made her way into the city. Ever since her deal with Helios, she knew exactly where to find Marcus. Ironically enough, he worked at the Venus. How many illegitimate children did he have? She didn't want to know. When she was about to approach the Domus Venus, she saw the man keeping watch outside. Of course it was him. She was angry, but she had to approach him so he didn't think she would kill him. Though she had definitely thought about it before this revelation. He must have not known or else he wouldn't have talked to her as slimy as he did. She couldn't calm herself though; she was angry and confused. Oriana walked up to him, her temper getting the best of her. "Marcus fucking Falco," she said, obviously angry. "We need to have a little discussion about who you stick your dick in." Her voice was raised, but she wasn't planning on staying outside of the Venus. She was pissed. @Gothic

TERTIUS QUINCTILIUS VARUS 46| 15 November 30 AD | Senator| Praetor | Bisexual | Original | Craig Parker Personality. What Tertius wants is to honor his family and family name. He has done this in many ways… he has been a loyal brother to his siblings and a good son to his father, when the old man was still alive. He has done his best to delicately climb the Course of Honor and he believes he has done well in all the things he has done. Only in one area has he failed so far; and that was when his brother returned to Rome, alive and apparently not speaking about his years away. The relationship between the brothers has not been good since Secundus returned. Now Tertius isn’t a bad man. He can certainly be kind and charming and if you want to talk to him, you definitely can. He is loyal to those that are loyal to him, or so he says. So if you open your heart to him and he can do the same to you, you are both good. He wanted and gained that kind of relationship with his wife; they were open and honest with each other and did not keep secrets. It functioned well, although the two were never in love. It was a very practical marriage and they remained good friends. Tertius was surprised and mourned for a long time after her death, but he also began taking better care of his daughter… to the point where he actually spoils her badly. So really Tertius believes he is a good man. But don’t cross him or force him to distrust you. He can be manipulative and can lose his temper, but he is very careful about it as he won’t dishonor his family or their name. This is why he mostly stays neutral in politics too, so far, because he would rather know what is going on than fall for some blade murdering those on the wrong side. However, if his loyalty in you should fail, he will do his utmost to make sure that you take a heavy fall from grace. But if his loyalty in you stays the way it is, then he is your best friend and with benefits too. Appearance Tertius likes to give a good impression to people who don’t know him well. This is why he dresses well, but not too well… and yet not poorly either. He wants to reflect someone trustworthy. Tertius prefers colors like dark crimson or dark blue, and not because they match his eyes, but because he feels they match his personality. His stunning blue eyes are mostly kind and yet there is probably a calculating spark to them, if you take a closer look. His brown hair is worn short and neat and he is sometimes, but rarely, seen with a bit of a stubble. Beneath his clothes, Tertius may be of short height, but he is also strong and has a good physical form. If he hadn’t been born a free Roman, he would probably have made a good gladiator. But he is far from one. Family Father: Publius Quinctilius Varus Major (dead) Mother: Laelia Calida (dead) Siblings: --Brother: Publius Quintilicus Varus Minor, Deceased at age 15--Brother: Secundus Quintilicus Varus, 48--Sister: Quintilia Varia, 40, Widow Spouse: Antonia Justa (dead 65 AD) Children: Antonia Varia (b. 64 AD, 9 years old)Teutus (23, son of the slave Varinia, no longer in the household) Peregrinus (b. 75 AD, son of the slave Charis) Wulfric (24, b. 52 AD to the Chatti princess Frieda, with whom Tertius had a short affair) Extended family: -- Niece – Sergia Auletia, 18-- Nephew – Marcus Lucius Auletius, 15 Other: Body slave: Hector (22) History CHILDHOOD [30-44]: Tertius Varus was born as the third son to his parents and thus he never thought he would inherit very much at all. He was well liked by his family and had more freedom to do whatever he wanted to do than his brothers did. You could say he’s the spoiled youngest son, although Tertius would never say that about himself. He enjoyed a fairly carefree childhood with the usual fights between brothers, but it was never a big deal and they all got along very well. TEENAGE TO EARLY ADULT [45-50]: When he was 15 years old, his eldest brother Publius died from decease, leaving Tertius the second inheritor of the family fortune, name and reputation. He still had his brother Secundus though and Tertius was actually just fine with being second in line. Still though, he aspired towards becoming a senator in Rome and wanted to honor his family and his name – and he worked hard towards the goal, encouraged by his father. When he was 18 years old, he was elected as one of the ten judges of lawsuits, possibly because of his father pulling quite a few strings for his youngest son. At the same time, he began keeping a body slave in their household and the slave, Varinia, gave birth to his son a year later. Tertius however could not act as a proud father, since she was not his wife and his son was simply a slave. They named the boy Teutus. A few years after this incident, Tertius was sent abroad to serve as military tribune along with his older brother Secundus. The brothers both served in Northern Gaul, near Germania. ADULTHOOD [50-73]: Tertius had been in Northern Gaul in four years, when his brother Secundus was reported missing after a mission in Germania. Tertius was a bit embarrassed over this, after the history of his family with those in Germania and the infamous battle against the Germans in which his ancestor lost his life… but he did not speak about it much. Instead, the same year, Tertius returned to Rome to tell the news about his missing and presumed dead brother – and of course to help his father out, since Tertius was now the only and eldest son in the family. Suddenly, he was the heir. A year later, Tertius was elected as quaestor and was quite content with his life as it was. He did not have time for much else though – he enjoyed helping his father and serving as quaestor without also having a wife to take care of. In fact, his interest in women wasn’t that great. He had his slave lover when he was a younger man, but after having spent time in Germania and among mostly men in the camps, Tertius’ like for women had lessened and he now kept a male body slave instead. Not that he dislikes women though, but men just seem more convenient for him - and easy on the eyes. The good thing about this was of course also, that the male could not get pregnant with his child and Tertius did not want another bastard like Teutus. Meanwhile, he also entered the Senate as a back-bencher and enjoyed following the discussions. At the same time though, Tertius was careful when it came to politics, because he over the years saw what happened to those who involved themselves too much. He decided that working quietly in the background was safer. In 61 AD however, his life changed despite how content he was. The family suddenly received a letter from Secundus, who was apparently alive but had survived with a tribe deep in Germania. Secundus returned to Rome, but refused to speak much of his time in Germania. Instead, with their father becoming old and sick by now, he buried himself in work and pushed Tertius aside. Tertius was naturally very frustrated and upset over this. He’d served his father and Rome and the family for years now, assuming he was the heir, just like everyone else did. And now Secundus came back to ruin it all. At least Tertius could calm himself by thinking that Secundus had no wife and heirs and at least Tertius had a young son. He knew he needed a legitimate heir though and perhaps gaining one would make his life and his part in the family safer again. Meanwhile he also did what he could in the senate, as he got to know more of the others and got himself involved to climb the Cursus Honorum further. Eventually Tertius married Antonia Justa, and the marriage was perfect for both of them. Antonia actually preferred women in her bed and Tertius men in his. They agreed to marry and produce an heir and beyond that, they could sleep with whomever they wanted and no one would ever blame the other. The marriage worked out perfectly. Tertius moved into Antonia’s home and became the Pater Familias of his own household and could now care less about his brother Secundus, with whom he’d had quite a few fights since the other returned. His marriage with Antonia was however short-lived. She became pregnant, and she gave birth… but to a girl. After the birth she was very weak and she never fully recovered. Antonia died in 65 AD, leaving Tertius alone with their daughter, whom they had named Antonia Varia. Even though she was a girl, Tertius came to care about her a lot and spoiled her as much as a father could. In their household his son with a slave, Teutus, also lives. After Antonia died after failing to bring him a male heir, he has been taking better care of Teutus and is considering to adopt him, since he has no true desire towards marriage again - unless of course he's given an offer he can't refuse. Now, in 74 AD, Tertius still serves as a praetor in Rome - he's done that for over 10 years now - and has no desire to rise to Consul. He's content with his life as a Senator. On the homefront however, he is growing a little bit bored with life and wants something to spend his time on. The last four years, he's spent a lot of time and coin on his body slave Hector, who has also become his lover and is quite obedient, but although he enjoys that part, it is also not very exciting. He has recently thrown his 'love' on his newest slave, Charis, who may threaten Hectors position in the household. Meanwhile he also spends his time spoiling his daughter, teaching Teutus useful things to prepare him for free life, but it is still not enough it seems. Tertius wants more. He just doesn't know what it is. Timeline: 30 AD - Tertius is born as the third of three sons to his parents 45 AD - Publius, the eldest brother, dies. Secundus becomes the main heir of the family 48 AD - Tertius joins the Viginitiviry 50 AD - Tertius' son Teutus is born to a slavegirl in the household 51 AD - Tertius serves as a a military tribune in Northern Gaul near Germania with his brother Secundus. He has an affair with a Chatti woman called Frieda. 52 AD - Frieda gives birth to Wulfric, Tertius' son, without Tertius' knowledge. 55 AD - Secundus goes missing after a mission in Germania and is soon presumed dead. Tertius returns to Rome to help out his father, as he is now the last male heir to the family. 61 AD - A letter arrives from Secundus, who is alive and soon returns to Rome and takes over from Tertius. The brothers don't get along well. 63 AD - Tertius marries Antonia Justa and moves out of Secundus' home 64 AD - Antonia, daughter to Tertius and his wife, is born. It was a complicated birth, leaving his wife weak. 65 AD - Antonia Justa never recovered after the complicated birth and dies 67 AD - Publius Quinctilius Varus Major dies, making Secundus the new Pater Familias. 75 AD - Teutus is freed in the spring. Later that year, Peregrinus, son to Tertius and the slave Charis, is born. Peregrinus is recognized as Tertius' son and heir. 76 AD - Tertius' son Wulfric appears in Rome, wanting to know his Roman family. Tertius does not trust him. Atrice | GMT+1 | PM or Discord #7964 Info about Tertius' daughter, Antonia Varia - click spoiler:

LEXUS NAEVIUS GINEVERUS 15| September 59 AD | Plebian | Gardener for Oriana Laecania | Unsure | Original | Landon Liboiron Personality. Lexus Minor is young and so far somewhat inexperienced in all the pleasures life has to offer. He feels he has something to live up to though, because his mother has told him about his father and since their return to Rome, he has been asking around and found out the tales were probably true - his father was a player, loving both men and women and plenty of them in his bed. And he had a bad temper, which was why he was such a good fighter in the arena as a gladiator. Young Lexus isn’t sure he can live up to all this – he has never even kissed a woman and not a guy either and his mother won’t let him even try to fight; she fears he'll inherit his father’s love for fighting and she thinks it’ll lead to his fall from grace, and she wants her son to become a good man. Young Lexus does indeed sometimes have a bit of a temper and he's at the same time very curious, sometimes to the point of being nosy... which means he also has a knack for getting himself into trouble On top of that, he's also often quite clumsy, which doesn't help at all and more often than not lands him in trouble. He’d love to learn how to fight though, and how to argue properly. He is in general just very curious and wants to learn about life. Maybe he'll take an interest in politics with the right teacher? And what else does Lexus want? He just wants to find his place in Rome, a meaning with life, something to do with it and in the meantime, explore the city and the people with an open and curious mind. Sometimes too curious and openminded, probably… Appearance Short brown hair, often just tousled, a handsome jaw and cheekbones and clear blue-grey eyes is what Lexus appears to have inherited from both of his parents. There’s often a playful glimpse in those youthful eyes, although Lexus is far more inexperienced than he’ll often let you think. He’s still growing and has not reached his full height yet, but he’s told that he is tall for his age – probably also something he inherited from his father, for his mother is fairly short. He does not own a huge amount of clothes and most often he can be seen in a dark grey tunica and dark crimson breeches underneath. Of course he wears a belt too and usually simple sandals or slippers. For colder days and evenings he has a brown cloak to wear. Family Father: Lucius Antonius Alexius, 36 Mother: Naevia Ginevera, deceased October 74AD Siblings: N/A Spouse: N/A Children: N/A Extended family: -- Aunt, father's sister: Amalia (unknown whereabouts) Other: History CHILDHOOD [59-72]: Lexus' father was the infamous gladiator from Germania, Lexus, who lived as a gladiator in Rome in the 50's AD. Ginevera, his mother, was once given to Lexus after a fight in the area, as her mistress was Lexus’ patron and had been very fond of the gladiator. She became pregnant with his son and was later freed by her mistress, Naevia Geta, before she gave birth to the child. That meant Lexus the younger was born in freedom and not as a slave - and he has always been grateful for this. The first many years of his life was naturally spent near and with his mother and her new life as a freedwoman. At first they lived in Rome, but eventually they left and travelled and settled down where ever she could find work – often as either a seamstress or as a nanny. His mother never married. Lexus does not recall it as a troubled childhood though, although it was often hard having to move around and try and find new friends. Sometimes he also misses having an actual father, but he never mentioned this to his mother. He only knew what his mother had told him about his father - that he was from Germania, that he became a famous and surviving gladiator in Rome and that he had many other lovers than just Lexus' mother. Young Lexus never actually met his father. TEENAGE TO EARLY ADULT [72-73]: They returned to Rome when Lexus was 13 years old, only a year ago. It was only after their return to Rome, that Lexus learned that his father had been freed many years ago. Apparently his father even became a lanista and married another woman, before they both left to return to Germania where his father was originally born. Young Lexus has no desire towards that though; he is now 14 years old and has a desire to make his own life in Rome. He has considered signing up for the legions and go fighting - he always had a bit of a temper - but his mother will not let him fight. His father was a gladiator and could easily have died and she will not risk the same for her son. Instead young Lexus must find something else to spend his time on, while in Rome... but what? In October 74AD, Lexus was invited to work for Oriana Laecania and also encountered his father for the first time. Shortly after that meeting, his mother died after an attack in the streets. He now works in Oriana's garden and does not quite know what to feel about anything after his mother died. Atrice | GMT+1 | PM or Discord #7964

HELIOS. 28| 47 AD | Slave | Prostitute | Bisexual | Original | Brad Pitt Personality. Helios has lived most of his life as a slave and barely remembers free life – but at the moment, he lives a rather free life as a slave, actually, or so he thinks. He’s quite confident and believes that although he is a slave, he can rise higher in the hierarchy among his own. After all, he gets pleasure (and sometimes pain), he gets to leave the domus unattended and he always returns. Why shouldn’t he? It’s his home. Helios is known to be a good and obedient slave, but within there are some unspoken desires to become more. Of course he knows freedom can be earned, but while he does not have the life he would prefer, it is much better than what it used to be. So far he has made from ordinary house slave, to prostitute and then to someone who is something like a spy or a messenger. Lately he has begun to desire freedom after all and he has begun saving up for purchasing said freedom. But it takes a while and there is so much to do.He has a smooth tongue, knows how to address different people and is good at reading people to guess what they want from him – so that he can get what he wants from them. Helios can be a good friend to have and a powerful ally, despite being a slave. But he also knows how to pull the right strings if someone crosses him. To the other prostitutes, he’s a good friend and takes good care of anyone seeming weaker and more fragile than he – and especially those who are treated much worse than he. Helios prefers justice to people he call friends, but he also knows it's not always to be found in a brothel. Still though, he tries.Sometimes he has nightmares - about fires and screams and the image of a woman, telling him to hide, only for large men with weapons picking him up while crying. When he's awake, Helios never thinks about this and he has little thought for his childhood in Britannia... but apparently it is still there sometimes when he sleeps. Not every night, but sometimes. Appearance Helios is somewhat tall compared to most Romans around him. He has a rather masculine build, slender and fit – yet still there seems to be something feminine about the way he moves and the way he looks at you at certain times. He has blue eyes, often seeming playful or kind, wanting to charm the world around him. His hair is dirty blonde, in the summer entirely blonde, as he makes sure to get out, get a tan and let the sun brighten the hair during the day time. Helios keeps the blonde hair long and often loose, as his master believes this attracts more clients for him, than if he wore a more masculine hairstyle. In the brothel he often just wears a simple loincloth and perhaps a few pieces of jewelry, or he’ll wear a simple and short, light brown tunica, only just covering his most intimate parts. When he is out and about in Rome, hired to be a companion for a noble or hired for a party, he wears whatever he is told and given to wear. Sometimes he shaves, sometimes he don't - that depends on what his most important next client prefers. Family Father: Bear (dead) Mother: Hertha (dead) Siblings: N/A Spouse: N/A Children: N/A Extended family: Anyone working at the Domus Venus or Elysium brothels Other: Current Mistress: Titania Novella History CHILDHOOD [47-58 AD]: Helios had another name when he was born, but he does not remember it. He was born in Britannia, but the attacks from the Romans upon his tribe grew worse and worse. Helios does not remember much from his early childhood, other than playing in the middle of the village and wandering off to the forest, only to be picked up by his mother telling him not to stray. There were dangers outside the village. Eventually, danger entered the village. Helios was just 5 years old and his mother had him hidden in the stable of their house, when the Romans came. He never saw his parents again. Instead the Romans found him and took mercy on the young child and brought him with them, to make him into a slave. A slave trader took care of the boy and brought him the long way to Rome. Now 6 years old, the boy was sold to a wealthy Roman, but didn’t understand the language and missed his parents. An older female slave took him under her wing and cared for him as his substitute mother. Eventually he learned the language, he learned to carry out the jobs he had and most importantly, he learned how to avoid the whip or a beating. TEENAGE TO EARLY ADULT [58-66 AD]: Helios, as the boy had been named, grew to be a handsome young man with blonde hair and blue eyes. The youngest daughter in the household was about his age and they had become friends as children, but now the father didn’t care for the friendship. He feared for what would happen. And so Helios was sold, just like that. His new owner, Lucius Armenius Valerius, had a brothel, Elysium. First Helios was to just serve the whores and their clients, but when he was 14 years old, his master thought it was about time the boy was broken in as a prostitute. He lost his virginity to his master first – he would never have thought it, but a man was the first he slept with in a bed. It hurt a little, but it was actually not as bad as he expected. And he just had to get used to it. At least this was what his master told him, so there wasn't much to do about it. He better just get the best out of it, if he could. Soon Helios was used to the looks the men gave him and the care – and sometimes abuse – they showed him. This was his lot in life though and he had to live it. He also slept with women and did what he could to figure out what they wanted, for they were often quite different than the men; often more romantic and the sex he had with them was not the same as with the men. He became better at serving in bed, guessing what his clients wanted even before they said it. Meaning that sometimes he was given presents, coin and jewels and nicer clothes, and so he worked on pleasing them all even more. Eventually he was moved into the Domus Venus instead of the Elysium. Still though, this was not how he had imagined life to be. Helios did not want to just be a whore. ADULTHOOD [66-75 AD]: He was 19 years old, when he spoke to his mistress about the matter. At this time, his old master had moved on in life and the brothels had been passed on to a new owner, so he had a mistress instead of a master – one he hoped he could influence more than his former owner. Helios spoke charmingly about how he had strong arms and legs, how he was still good looking, how he was good at talking and sweet-talking and how he could be useful in other ways than just pleasing the clients. The owner agreed to let him try; he managed to sneak out secrets from the Romans and told them to his owner, who made good use of the secrets and made sure no one knew they came from the mouth of young Helios. It meant an upgrade in his lifestyle. He was given a better room and better clothes to lure in better and more important clients. He now sometimes works as something like a courtier; a companion for wealthy Romans – both women and men - to parties and such. Here he can both please the client and watch what is going on among the upper classes. He works both as a skilled prostitute, but he’s also a spy and messenger for his mistress and her associates. Helios, now 28 years old, has begun considering the option of freedom in his life after all; a friend of his set him on this path. He has now begun saving up his earnings to eventually buy his own freedom, although he will likely continue working for the brothel or something like it. He has aspirations to become a real spy for someone of importance, but so far, those are only dreams. So far, he collects all the secrets he can and sells them for a price, no matter the cost for anyone else involved. Atrice | GMT+1 | PM or Discord #7964

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