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  1. Aulus Lartius Florianus 26| 9th of October 51CE | Plebeian| Confidential Secretary| Unknown| Original |Enzo Clienti Personality Hear all. Trust few. Forget nothing. That had always been the motto of his father. Florianus, being clever, has little difficulty in following such sound advice. In new company he can be quite reserved, watching, listening, and trying to understand the complexities of social dynamics. He is not naturally at ease with strangers, but can put on a civil front and through reasoning, and above all listening, he can make a creditable show of decorum. In his private life he maintains a small circle of friends whom he trusts, and a larger circle of acquaintances about whom he has inevitable reservations. He tries, nevertheless, to maintain cordial relations, for one can never be sure when knowing just the right person can result in favor and advantage. One remarkable aspect of his character is his prodigious memory, for he is both naturally gifted in that way, and has practiced various methods to improve his recall of people, places, words, and events. Even so, he takes copious notes and maintains a voluminous journal in many volumes in which he commits his thoughts, details of the day, and speculations upon the future. In his religious practice he is observant of the lares and penates as well as the various genii, offering libations and ritual cakes in proper fashion. Auguries and other divinations he likewise values. Foreknowledge is always useful. Of the greater gods he is skeptical and though he will make what offerings he must, privately he doubts they exist at all. A two-year sojourn in Greece and too much time in wine shops arguing with drunken acolytes of the great Plato did nothing to help this view. There is a strong manipulative streak in Florianus, which he considers to be one of his cardinal virtues for it has served him well in securing decent employment and in carrying out business that might be considered distasteful to some. Indeed, Florianus prefers to be known as a useful man, rather than an honorable one. Appearance There is little enough that stands out about Florianus. His hair is of a dark brown color and his eyes are similar. In the summer his complexion trends toward olive, but in the winter grows paler. Standing a little more than average height at 5’9” and of long-limbed and lithe frame, Florianus nevertheless seems to take up a far smaller space than one might expect. Somehow, he managed to fold in upon himself, and fade into the background. It is a useful skill for a man who makes his living as an assistant and secretary, for he can scribble his notes without attracting too much attention. In mode of dress he is unremarkable, wearing the best-made yet unobtrusive clothing he can afford. He is not, as a rule, a man much given to flashy apparel. What jewelry he wears is limited to a signet ring with a triskelion of flowers. That ring he values for it was a comical gift from his sister Menia, meant to poke fun at his cognomen. Family Father: Aulus Lartius Horatius - An devious merchant Mother: Julia Numeria - A woman who knows her way around an accounts ledger Siblings: Aulus Lartius Valens - His younger brother, a hopeless romantic Menia Lartia - His younger sister, a cheerful menace Spouse: None Children: None Extended family: Full chorus of meddling aunts, embarrassing uncles, multitudinous cousins, and various more obscure relations of dubious provenance Other: Gnaeus Camillius Laco - A somewhat affable old senator to whom Florianus was secretary while Camillus was in Greece on official business Ariogaisos - A Gaul he met in Athens and from whom he learned seventeen words in an old Gaulish language, all of them vulgar Tiberius Velianas Milo - His friend, a surgeon of first rate skills living a third rate life Cybele - A Syrian freedwoman and proprietor of a comfortable wine shop History The first thing Florianus can recall is sitting on the floor of the house on Lesser Myrtle Street cheerfully pretending to write upon an old wax tablet. He must have been no more than three, and marks he made would have disgraced an anxious chicken. Still, he was proud of himself and showed his mother his work with a broad smile. She had always been slightly indulgent of him, especially when he showed interest in practical skills and over the course of perhaps a year taught him to write in something very near a legible hand. A knowledge of accounting and of the mathematics of weaving followed, for Julia Numeria kept the books of the family business and occasionally wove complex textiles as a form of relaxation. She never needed to weave for practical reasons, for the Lartii were well enough off to afford to have others make their clothes. So, from his mother he learned writing and mathematics. As for his father, well, his lessons were less academic. That did not mean they were not difficult. A merchant and negotiator, Horatius often had his elder son tag along to the less demanding business ventures, both to teach him the ways of commercial life and to make use of the boy’s prodigious memory for ability to recall the tone of conversations. He filled wax tablets with facts and figures, listened to the follies and foibles of rich clients and to the wheedling excuses of clients who put on a pretense of being in penury. So it was that he learned to lie, to dissemble, and to speak in carefully crafted half-truths. The lessons of his youth he learned well, and from the age of twelve until he was nearing twenty, he served primarily as his father’s personal secretary and as a messenger to various business contacts in Rome. As such, he learned the layout of the city well, and so has committed that too to the storehouse of his memory. Back allies and shortcuts became his preferred mode of travel, for he could move faster through such places. Besides, there was a green grocer on one of his preferred routes that stocked excellent artichokes. He is dearly fond of an artichoke. One of those business contacts was a relatively obscure Senator, one Gnaeus Camillus Laco. Laco had served in various minor magistracies and had a private reputation as decent, if somewhat eccentric man. He collected books in a variety of languages, and several times made a stab at writing what he maintained would be the definitive treatise on politics as a practical rather than abstract, philosophy. An infinity of drafts and a papyrus bill that would shock Alexandria were all he could show for it ever after twenty years of work. The senator had been a long-time patron of the Lartii, and Florianus’ father had often handled commercial transactions as well other business, including the importation of papyrus from Egyptian merchants with unpronounceable names. It was a cordial relationship, and the senator took a liking to Florianus, for he found the young man to be most useful, competent, and above all discreet. For one thing, Florianus was able to sort through the senator's chaotic mess of drafts and his voluminous correspondence and begin to make some sense of things. By slow degrees, Florianus was drawn into Laco's business, where he worked as something between a secretary and a librarian. It was a decent position, and attachment to a senator, however minor, certainly did much to burnish the name of the Lartii. In the year 74 CE, Laco was sent to the province of Achaea in Greece by the senate, there to handle official business involving the inevitable rumors of corruption that attend provincial governors. It was natural enough that he take his secretary along with him, and so it was that Florianus spent two miserable years in Greece. He could not complain about the accommodations in a pleasant house in Athens, nor the opportunity to improve his understanding of the Greek language. But Athens is not Rome, and the streets were alien to him, the people both too alien and too familiar to provide for his comfort. In a small wine shop off the agora, he once remarked to a waiter so ancient he might have known Socrates' grandfather, that Syria or even Parthia would have been more comfortable. There, at least, he would know he was far outside the realm of the comfortable and the familiar. To keep the misery at bay, Florianus buried himself in his work. Most of it was perfectly mundane; the usual senatorial correspondences, letters from this or that client hoping for a sesterces or twenty, invitations to ghastly dinner parties. But within this stream of banalities were the diplomatic communiques, and bits and pieces of the evidence of the governor's supposed corruption. Well, all governors are corrupt, but some have no sense of proportion. So Florianus worked long into the nights, reading over letters, ledgers, and compiling notes. It was at once tedious and fascinating, but above all it required great focus. That is why he never heard the thief enter the office one summer night in the year 76. The man tried to be silent, but in the dim light of the oil lamps the office was a mazework of tables and cabinets. It was only a matter of time before the thief made a mistake, before he made a noise. A table was knocked over, scrolls and writing materials scattered, and then came the cursing. Latin cursing, as Florianus would later recall. Cautiously, he made his way toward the sound, thinking perhaps one of the slaves had come in late to check in on him and stumbled. The burly arm that wrapped around his throat put an end to that speculation. Confused, frightened, and panicking, Florianus tried to free himself from the assailant, tried to cry out for help. It was no use. So he struck out with his elbows and with is feet. At last he managed to cause the thief to stumble again and they both fell to the floor. After that, his recollections are confused, disordered. He can recall the struggle continuing, can recall lashing out with whatever was to hand. How he managed to stab the thief with a bronze stylus in the neck he cannot quite say. Then again, killing a man can rattle even the most reliable of memories. Laco used what sway he could muster to keep the matter of the thief and the killing quiet, but the old senator could not help but think this was a sign that, perhaps, it would be best to leave Greece with all convenient speed. It was not an easy passage home, for though the senator kept saying that he should feel no guilt for the killing, Florianus could not get it out of his head, could not stop rolling the stylus between his fingers. Even now he keeps it close, though whether for protection or as a grim reminder he cannot say. Back in Rome, Laco decided that he should prehaps retire from public life, work on his long-suffering treatise, and grow grapes down in Baiae. Florianus was not follow. No, Florianus would stay in Rome, try to leave the matter of the thief and the stylus well enough alone and look for another patron who might find his skills useful. As a parting gift, Laco arranged a letter of introduction that Florianus might present to a senatorial colleague, one Tertius Quinctilius Varus. What the future portends, Florianus cannot say. Still, Florianus is back in Rome, and that is a start. Runcible Spoon | US Pacific | Discord: Runcible Spoon#6257 @Gothic
  2. 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
  3. Appius Julius Clemens 39 | January 11th 38 | Plebeian | Bounty & Slave Hunter | Heterosexual | Original | Joaquin Phoenix Personality When not hunting after whoever currently has the highest bounty on their head, Appius is rather laid-back and always up for a good joke or a cup of wine. Making use of rather obscene expressions or telling equally obscene jokes is also not something he's above - one of the many habits he acquired as a gladiator and has since been unable to get rid of. When work calls, however, his demeanor quickly changes - he becomes much more careful, much more en garde and suspicious of his surroundings. He is a very skilled tactician and close combatant and is also rather good in horseback riding and archery, all skills essential to his job that he has picked up and steadily improved over the years. As one might suspect from someone involved in crime, Appius also does not have the most upstanding moral compass or a very strong need to "do the right thing;" Appius can actually be bought pretty easily, if your coffers are full enough. Appearance Appius sports a rather muscular physique and is quite tall. Hygiene is of a somewhat secondary importance to him, but to call him a slob would nonetheless be an insult. His face is weathered and wrinkly, his skin tan from countless hours spent chasing after fugitives in the sun. He usually moves rather quickly and silently, which is not intentional, but rather a professional deformity. He is seemingly always lost in thought or analyzing his surroundings. Despite this first impression, should one actually decide to speak to him (and come with good intentions), Appius will momentarily don a smile from ear to ear, which is accompanied by dimples in his cheeks. When in a relaxed setting, he looks more like the approachable neighbourhood goofball than the stern, calculating hunter one would typically expect someone of his profession to look like. Family Father: Opiter Julius Clemens (dead) Mother: Istacidia Rebila (dead) History Appius Julius Clemens has, as his weathered appearance might suggest, been through a lot. Despite what his name might suggest, he is not noble at all and merely a descendant of Julii freedmen, hailing from a dirt-poor Plebeian family. He volunteered to become a gladiator at the earliest opportunity, largely due to the increase to his quality of life that came with being a gladiator; steady meals and good medical care certainly beat starving to death or dying of sickness in some damp and dark hole, as would've probably happened if he hadn't chosen the path of the gladiator for himself, and he wasn't exactly bothered by the newfound attention he got as a gladiator either. The fact he essentially had to become a slave to be able to indulge in this lifestyle didn't really bother him much. Appius generally does not speak about his life before he had become a gladiator; whether that's because he's genuinelly forgotten over the years or would simply like to forget, not even he himself knows. Due to his socioeconomic status, his childhood was filled with shortcomings and hardships. He was trained as a retiarius-class gladiator, and as such was armed with a trident and a net, protected only by light armor. Appius quickly grew accustomed to the rigorous training regimen he had to endure as a gladiator and grew to be very proficient with his trident and net. He fought valiantly in the ludi, willing to do anything it took to perserve and improve his stauts as a gladiator - even kill, both animals and humans. However, Appius found it much more amusing to taunt his opponents and attempt to catch them with his net rather than try and slaughter them with his trident, earning him the nickname of Piscator. For years, Appius reveled in his successes in the arena. The money, the wine, the women, the fame... What more could a man want? Hell, his sweat was being used as an aphrodisiac! All this fame and attention began to seep into his brain, and little by little, he became more vain and less careful in his battles. In fact, he had become so careless and vain that it took only one loss for his entire Collosseum career to come to an end in the blink of an eye; the injury - a rather nasty cut to the leg - meant he could no longer continue fighting as a gladiator, and as he was rather well-liked by the audience, the organizers of the ludi refrained from making him an easy target for a newcomer or making him a tiger's next meal as well. Instead, Appius' Plebeian status was restored as a parting gift for years of success in the arena. For a while, Appius lived off his savings. He had managed to save up quite a pretty penny for himself; enough to buy a small domus in the city, even. For years, he was a rather active member of Rome's social scene, his status as a previous star of the ludi no doubt aiding him in climbing the social ladder bit by bit. The connections he had managed to form during those years would prove to be very useful later when, itching for combat once again, yearning for the good old days, Appius decided to put his training to good use once more and turned his attention to hunting down criminals and runaway slaves for payment. Due to his ties to Rome's high society, Appius could find out pretty quickly when someone was missing a slave. With his trusty net in hand, and having replaced the trident for a whip, Appius could (and still can) be seen riding out of Rome as soon as the news of an escape come to him. He thoroughly enjoys chasing after the slaves, trapping them, hearing them plead for mercy and then simply tangling them up in his net, loading them up onto his horse and dropping him off at their owner's again, which is always followed by advice to the tune of "Have you considered a collar?" or "Perhaps you should think about branding this one." Appius isn't really in the bounty business for the money; moreso for the thrill, and for the fame he has garnered as a successful-gladiator-gone-bounty-hunter. He has hunted people all around the Empire, and has thus been able to expand his network to nearly every one of it's corners. If there's a city somewhere in the Empire, Appius likely has an informant in it, who helps him sniff out the trails of runaway slaves or the hideouts of the latest up-and-coming criminal. When it comes to criminals, however, Appius is much more lenient in terms of his pursuit than when it comes to slaves. Criminals - unlike slaves - have money. Enough money, in fact, to bribe him to look the other way, or let them get away with just a slight injury (after all, he has appearances to uphold, and it needs to at least look as if he'd made an effort). What's more, Appius has become entangled in many a form of racketeering, mainly manipulating the ludi as part of the Lupii of Roma. As a former gladiator, he knows the inner workings of the ludi inside and out, and is thus a valuable asset to the association. Thus, Appius continues to live a rather comfortable life. These days, he makes most of his money manipulating the games, however his main source of pride remains in his former success as a gladiator and his ongoing success as a bounty hunter. David | GMT+1 | BurningBridges#7040 @Gothic
  4. 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
  5. 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
  6. Caius Lupus. forty four | day month year | Plebeian | Fast food vendor | Hetroflexible | Original | Russell Crowe Personality. Loves to gossip and complain about how hard he works. He spends a lot of time complaining about the youth of today, and how there is no respect. Despite his lazy behaviour the rest of the time. Caius is hard-working when it comes to his business. He believes himself attractive to others yet his behaviour often means he is left without. Caius believes himself to be a true Roman, a proper Roman, and believes he knows everything about how the empire should be run. He is also known for his loud rants and tirades that can be either highly irritating or entertaining for his guests. Caius is often impatient and angry with his slaves for not working hard enough. It is his goal for his daughters to marry up or as best as they possibly can. Unfortunately, it has also meant that he rarely lets the pair of them out of his sight and can be incredibly controlling with them. He does not do it out of hatred but from his own idea of love. The loss of his mother has made him determined to ensure his daughters do well. Everything depends on them now. Appearance Five foot tall and has the appearance of being wider than he is. He has a stocky build, muscular but with a pot belly from too much sampling of the food. His hair was once a dark brown that has faded to a brassy brown colour with flecks of grey and his skin is red from being so close to heat for so long. While his clothing is of reasonable quality, it is usually covered in grease from his time cooking and has scars from burns up his arms. While it was quite "unRoman" to have a beard beyond the normal mourning period. He is still grieving for the loss of his wife. Family Father: Gaius Lupus (deceased) Mother: Gaia Artemisia (deceased) Siblings: Gaia Lupa (deceased) Titus Lupus (in the legions somewhere) Gaius Lupus Minor (deceased) (the rest died of early childhood illness). Spouse: Sergia Ostinia. Widowed. Children: Caia Lupa. Sergia Lupa. Stillborn, wife died too. Extended family: Open, will likely be made into wanteds. Other: Slaves: Wanted ad. History Caius was born into the crowded insulae and soon found himself joined by other siblings who often died young. His father worked on the various projects of the Caesars while his mother worked to sell things at the market. This meant he spend a majority of his time with his mother. He helped her sell, cleaned storefronts, and did anything he could to help. The rent of the property was high. Their family lived in the poorest part of the building, up the very top and there was always the risk of fire. Determined to make something of his life, he ended up getting a job in a poppina. One of the many in Rome and began to work. The hours were incredibly long. Yet he was never drawn into the life of crime or anything else. Only through grit and hard work would he ever prosper. He married his childhood sweetheart in a ceremony when they were both fairly young. Eventually, he was able to rent a decent spot with a landlord who was not corrupt nor try to put his hand up his wife's skirts. His business soon profited with fried foods and something similar to a hamburger. Bread, minced meat, a few spices, cheese, and served up to guests as they ran by. The business was profitable yet it meant that he would end up needing to pay protection money to the gangs to ensure that "other gangs" did not cause any issues for him. Fortunately, he did not get caught up in the civil wars that ended up causing many to lose their assets, and lives. Eventually, he was able to involve himself in the patronage system that gave him access to a loan and a place to open up, "Food of Wolves" (Cibus autem lupi) and has the slogan. "Food for true sons of the wolf." After the passing of his wife he has been working hard to ensure that his daughters would have proper dowries in order to ensure that they married the best quality men possible. And naturally, he has an opinion on anything and everything. Even if it is something he is not particularly educated about it. Gothy | | PM or DM.
  7. Paulus Annius Faventinus 45 | 15th February 29CE | Plebeian | Auctioneer | Straight | Original | Jared Harris Personality. An auctioneer, trader, dealer in bric-a-brac, art and 'antiques' of doubtful provenance, Paulus is an easy-going man with an eye for a bargain. He trades, along with many others of his ilk, from premises in the Saepta Julia. He is friendly, but shrewd, taking no nonsense from anyone. He knows most people on the Aventine and can tell you who is best to deal with and who to steer clear from. He won't deal in ill-gotten gains nor act as a fence, but equally, he won't tell the vigiles who's been asking for such a person. He is a family man (well, with a wife and several children, it's hard to insist he's anything else!). He has a dry sense of humour, and enjoys the finer things in life - and a man in his trade can get his hands on those easily enough, even if they're not quite up to the standard the patricians surround themselves with. He should not be mistaken for a pushover, though; among the staff he employs are two ex-gladiators, there to keep an eye on the stock and deter people from trying anything untoward. Appearance Paulus is of average height but carries himself upright, a trait inherited from his late ex-legionary father which may lead to people assuming that he is taller than he actually is. He has sandy coloured hair which is thinning on top, although he has not actually developed a bald patch yet! He prefers to dress comfortably than fashionably, wearing even a pallium only when necessary and a toga only when absolutely forced into it by his wife and long-suffering body-slave. His usual expression is a serious one, but the tell-tale crows'-feet at the corners of his eyes give away his tendency towards optimism. His tendency towards comfort rather than fashion shows itself in that he prefers to grow a beard rather than submit to the regular routine and discomfort of seeing a barber (or even of trusting his stubble to a razor wielded by his slave). He does, however, keep it neatly trimmed - he's not a barbarian! He has the fair skin which usually accompanies ginger hair, and tries to stay out of the direct sun as much as he can because of it - thankfully, Rome has numerous porticoes and colonnades to aid in this endeavour! Family Father: Lucius Annius Faventinus Mother: Junilla Salvia Siblings: (surviving) Annia Rufilla (age 40), Annia Faventina (age 37), Septimus Annius Faventinus (age 35) Spouse: Vipsania Petra Children: Lucius (16), Annia Salvia (14), Annia Flavia (10) Extended family: Uncle: Aulus Junius Salvius (d. 60CE) (a member of the plebeian branch of the Junii) Other: Numerous nieces and nephews History Born to a legionary and his, ahem, faithful camp follower, Paulus' first memories are of living in the vicus outside a Roman fort somewhere in the wilds of, probably Gaul. His father decided on the unusual praenomen of 'Paulus' (little, small) because he was a small baby and not expected to survive, though with care and his mother's determination not lose her first child - and a boy! - he pulled through the first winter, growing rapidly and putting the lie to the meaning of the name. It was an easy enough childhood, interspersed with watching the soldiers drilling and training. His two younger sisters and younger brother were born at various intervals and various camps as his father's legion moved around. He was taught to read at an informal school set up by an enterprising Greek freedman, easily learning his letters and memorising whatever work was set. In 41CE, his father's legion is involved in the Germania conflict and his father is killed in a skirmish, leading his mother to struggle back to Rome where her family live with four children in tow. At twelve years old, the change in circumstances and the journey made an impression on Paulus and even as he tried to ease the burden on his mother by assuming the mantle of the paterfamilias of the small group, he knew that he did not want to follow in his father's footsteps, even for the glory of Rome and the sake of following the Eagles - not even for the splendid armour and the red cloak that the legionaries wore. Returning to the bosom of his mother's family, people he had never met, was another discomfiting milestone in Paulus' life, eased by the fact that his uncle, his mother's sister, had no children of his own and took Paulus under his wing in teaching him the ins and outs of his small business in dealing in 'antiques' (better described as bric-a-brac). Paulus developed an eye for a good piece and a sense for how much the punters would pay for it. Paulus assumed the toga virilis in 44CE, marking his official entry into the ranks of adult male citizens. Nothing really changed, except that he was now able to close deal himself, which led his uncle to taking more of a backseat in running the business. When news reached him that his paterfamilias had died, he merely shrugged and assumed that mantle as well - he followed the prescribed period of mourning for the man, despite not mourning in the least a man he had never met. He did all the things a paterfamilias was supposed to do, although his sisters did not require his help in finding husbands, and barely required his services at their weddings. He found a wife of his own, the daughter and only child of a man involved in a similar trade and naturally the marriage meant bringing the two businesses together, with Paulus moving his uncle's former business into the premises in the Saepta Julia that his father-in-law had been using. His son has now reached his own majority and is eager to join the Legions. His father is cautious, knowing what he does about that life, but he knows full well that if he forbids it (as is his right), then Lucius is headstrong enough to circumvent him somehow and join anyway. Salvia is nearing marriageable age, and Flavia is ten, and without a care in the world, announcing one day that she wants to be a Vestal Virgin and the next that she wants to join the Legions with Lucius. His wife is growing accustomed to the life of a businessman's wife, especially one who has raised her standard of living enough that the family now has their own house rather than living in the cramped quarters of an insula somewhere. Sharpie | GMT | PM/Discord (#4424) @Gothic
  8. QUINTUS FLAVIUS THEODORUS 43 | 9 April 31 CE | Plebeian | Medicus (Ludus Magnus) | Bisexual | Original | David Tennant <> Personality. Theodorus is friendly, curious, and talkative. He is eager to ask and eager to learn, and has no qualms about starting up conversations with complete strangers. He has an insatiable thirst for knowledge, and a keen interest in the workings of the human body. No issue is too small to marvel at, and no mystery, illness or ailment is too insignificant to present a challenge. Blessed with a scientific mind, Theodorus like to study his patients as much as cure them. He does have a friendly and easy-going disposition, which tends to put his patients at ease (unless they are annoyed by how much he talks, which tends to happen). He has a hard time adhering to strict rules and regulations, despite his time in the military, and has no talent for diplomacy, but he is honorable, and honest to a fault, which can be to his advantage (although it is a double edged sword sometimes). There is also another, less often shown side to him: Despite his interest and enthusiasm for medicine, the suffering he has seen on the frontier has not passed him by. Sometimes he tends to get melancholy, and he is angered easily if he sees people needlessly hurt. He has no qualms about human bodies, but he does not handle the sight of unnecessary cruelty well. Also, despite his friendly and talkative nature, when a situation gets dire, he changes into his more serious, veteran medicus self, sets pleasantries aside, and he goes to great lengths to save a patient's life. Appearance Theodorus is sinewy rather than muscular, and tall rather than bulky (5'7"). His hair is dark brown and cut short, and he tends to sport stubble more often than not (sometimes he can't afford a barber, and sometimes he simply forgets). His beard is starting to turn salt-and-pepper from its earlier dark color. He has brown eyes with wrinkles that signal both good humor and a lot of nighttime squinting over books. He tans easily under the Italian sun, and has a bright, friendly, occasionally quirky smile. He has slender hands and deft fingers, which is an advantage in his job. His face is especially expressive, and makes it hard for him to lie, or even feign emotions, even if it would be to his advantage. He also finds it difficult to sit or stand still, and he has a tendency to pace and gesticulate while thinking or talking. He usually wears simple tunics, cloaks of common colors when the weather requires, and broad-brimmed hats to protect him from sun and rain. He is most often seen carrying his bag stuffed with medical tools, supplies, and book scrolls. Family Father: Demetrios Mother: Aglaea Siblings: 3 younger sisters - Iokaste (41), Ligeia and Chryseis (39) Spouse: None Children: None Extended family: None Other: None History 31 CE - Theodoros is born in Corinth, in the province of Achaea. His father, Demetrios, is a physician in the local Aesclepeion. As the only male child, Theodoros is trained by his father from an easly age in the science of medicine. His mother is also well versed in the use of herbs and remedies, and supports local women with advice in medical matters. She works as a maia, a midwife. 33, 35 CE - Three daughters are born to Demetrios and Aglaea - the older is named Iokaste, the younger twins are named Ligeia and Chryseis. The household is noisy and happy. Theodoros loves his younger sisters, but the more he learns about medicine, the more he wishes to see more of the world, gather more knowledge and experience, and explore more ways of healing people. 47 CE - With his father's (hard-earned and much begged) blessing, once he is 16 years old, Theodoros joins the Roman army on the eastern front, and becomes a medicus-in-training attached to the Legio XII Fulminata. During the occasional skirmishes along the frontier, he gets his first chance to treat battle wounds. He is mentored by a veteran Ionian Greek medicus named Marinos. They mainly speak Greek, but Theodoros' Latin is improving. 52 CE - Revolts break out in the province of Achaea. Romans move potentially dangerous auxiliary units (those with a significant number of Greek soldiers that might sympathize with the rebels) away from the province. Theodoros is moved to the Rhine frontier, to Germania Superior, and serves as medicus to the Legio I Germanica. He has a hard time adjusting to the new scenery and the new languages, but his skills as a battlefield medicus are improving fast. Back home in Corinth, his family weathers the conflict in relative safety. Theodoros loses touch with them, except for the occasional (once a year, once in two years or so) letter. 62-63 CE - Tumultuous years along the Rhine frontier. The legions of Germania Superior play an active role in politics, and when the frontier weakens, the German tribes begin to see an opportunity. Theodoros faces the Luggi & Marcomanni invasion with the legion, and sees more bloodshed than he thought he would in a lifetime. The Roman legions are eventually victorious, and the frontier is strengthened again, but those two years leave a deep mark on Theodoros, who tends to mask the memories with a mix of dark humor and dedication to his vocation. He throws himself into studying medicine any way he can. 72 CE - After 25 years of service, Theodoros receives his military diploma, and with it his Roman citizenship. He takes the name Quintus Flavius Theodorus, in honor of the emperor. As per Augustus' orders almost a century ago, he also receives equestrian rank, and a piece of land... in the province of Pannonia. Theodorus (now using the Latinized form of his name) is dreaming of traveling to Rome to continue his studies of medicine, or maybe traveling Achaea and Egypt to learn more. Reluctantly, he travels to Pannonia instead to inspect his newly granted lands - and finds them little more than a field or rocks and thornbushes. The taste of equestrian citizenship sours in his mouth. He quickly finds a local buyer for his land, and sells it for a meager amount of money, that is only enough to get him to Rome and set him up in a small apartment for a few months. Since he cannot produce the minimum income required to maintain his equestrian rank, even though he is still a citizen, he slides back to the level of plebeians. 73 CE - Theodorus arrives in Rome and finds a place to rent in a building of apartments. Since he has no income and no connections, he looks for a job that fits his skills. He is eventually hired as a medicus at the Ludus Magnus, where he can put his battlefield experience, and his expertise with flesh wounds and broken bones to good use. After the initial distaste for the gladiator games, he realizes that there is a lot to learn, and that there is money in making sure the expensive slaves don't die of minor wounds. Eventually, he moves into a small room at the Ludus, and continues practicing as a medicus, with occasional forays to consult other physicians and healers around the city. Chevi | CENTRAL EUROPEAN| DISCORD
  9. GAIUS LICINIUS HABITUS 33 | 12 June, 41 CE | Plebeian | Praetorian | Hetero | Original | Jack Donnelly Personality. Gaius was raised in a military family, and it shows. His life is filled with rigid structure and he approaches every problem with a soldier's mind. Whenever in a military situation, he finds comfort in the answers found in tradition and rule-following, but whenever he is on leave, he finds it difficult to regulate his behavior. He is fond of drinking and whoring as many soldiers, but manages to also maintain respectability expected by both his family and his position as a praetorian. Gaius gives off an air of uncaring and occasionally of sarcastic amusement, but a caring, helpful man can be found just below the surface. Despite his uncaring, he likes to be taken seriously and has a large ego that is easily bruised by snubs from women and his higher-ups. Appearance Gaius is a handsome man, and he often preens like a bantam rooster due to his occasionally overlarge ego. He is most comfortable in military garb, but can also fill out a tunic well. He doesn't keep his dark brown hair as short as other legionnaires, preferring a longer cut, though not ridiculously long. His skin is perpetually tanned after spending long days in the hot sun and he wears the tan like a badge of honor, hating the idea of long days doing office work inside. Gaius is not the tallest of men but he acts like he is, relying on his talent in combat to let him feel tall. Gaius has a well-structured face with a straight nose and a hard-set mouth. His brown eyes are intense but can have a good sense of humor. He likes to keep well-shaven when he's on duty, but when off duty he lets a little stubble crop up on his well-defined jaw. Family Father: Gnaeus Licinius Drusus Mother: Camilla Drusa Siblings: Secundus Licinius Drusus Spouse: None Children: None Other: History [Childhood: 41-59CE] Gaius was born into a middle-class, military, Equite family. His father was strict but caring, having served for a good part of his life in the legion only to retire due to an injury sustained that prevented him from serving any longer. His mother was loving but allowed their father to train Gaius and his younger brother in the ways of being men, despite her own reservations about the life she feared the man's lessons would bring about. Gaius's childhood was structured much in the same way as living in a military camp, though tinged with the gentle guidings of his mother, who made the family's small house in the city feel like a home. Gaius's days were filled with responsibilities, from tending the garden to helping his mother in the household. When he finished all his chores and his lessons, he and his brother would play soldiers, filled with a fascination for the seemingly invincible Roman legionnaires. It was Gaius's only hope to become a soldier, just like his father one day. As the boy grew, his father would allow him to accompany him on trips out of the city for his trading business, as well as to the marketplace. Gaius found these times with his father incredibly special, as he felt his mother wasn't there to discourage his questions about life in the military. Camilla was always afraid that her sons would be encouraged to join the military instead of finding safe jobs in the city. Through these trips, Gaius gained intense respect and a close bond with his father. [Young Adulthood: 59-66] As soon as Gaius turned eighteen, his father brought him to volunteer for the legion. After a life of being raised by the man, Gaius felt he was ready to serve in the military, but while his childhood served as some frame of reference, it wasn't nearly as close as Gaius had thought it would be. All the same, it was a rewarding lifestyle from the beginning. He felt that he had a chance to gain the respect of his superiors and close camaraderie with other young men his age while testing his strength against theirs in a friendly but engaged competition for higher ranks. As soon as his initial training was done, he had his first posting: Britannia, to help cull the various rebellions that popped up from time to time. Despite the relative anonymity of his rank as a milites, Gaius managed to train hard enough and stand out enough in combat to gain the attention of his superiors. After three years in the rank of milites, he received his first promotion to the rank of Immunes. Now, he worked as a weapons instructor to less experienced soldiers, and along with the new responsibilities, he gained a pay raise, as well. He enjoyed teaching the younger soldiers helpful tips to stay alive. Four years of serving as an instructor greatly improved the young man's leadership skills, and he gradually gained his superiors' attention again by turning out some of the most skilled soldiers among the instructors. [Adulthood: 67-Current] Gaius saw some intense fighting as an optio, the rank he gained next after his service as an instructor. At two different points, he was nearly put out of commission due to injuries, but he managed to fight through and return to his duties. He was never one to back down from a fight, even with men larger than he was, as many of the Britons were. He relied on his experience and his quickness to get him through each battle. He made great friends during this time and still keeps in contact with some of them. After three years as an optio, the centurion under which he served left the legion, leaving Gaius to take his place. He was proud to have gained this rank and served dutifully for three years. Soon enough, though, he was ready to leave Britannia and return home. He used all the connections he had gained over the years to get letters of recommendation and finally became a candidate for the Praetorian guard. It was good to return home for the proper training, though his family hardly recognized the man he had become as being the same boy they had waved goodbye as he left Rome. Now, Gaius has been serving as a praetorian for two years. He finds the work rewarding enough, and it is good to be back in the city of his childhood, even though it was almost foreign to him when he first returned. He hopes now to be the best guard he can and keep the city itself safe. Echo | EST | PM or Discord
  10. Decimus Rutilus Atellus 34 | July 20th, 38AD | Male | Plebian | Praetorian | Hetero | Allen Leech Personality Decimus was raised with a strong and healthy respect for the gods as well as Roman society. Reared on the tales of Scipio Africanus and other great heroes, his father was quite successful in rooting latin ideologies in the young boy. Being a strong supporter of the Roman state, Decimus often acts towards what he sees as the greater goals of the Empire; even if those goals aren't necessarily to his benefit. He has always loved his family and is very much a kind-hearted individual. The man is quick to greet others and does his best to make a good impression. The soldier has a somewhat discouraged view of romance, often thinking of what it would be like to start his own family. For decades the possibility of settling down and finding love had been a distant dream, but with a more permanent posting, he's allowed himself to warm to the idea. The chief issue lies in the fact that he's inexperienced in the ways of courtship, not to mention seduction. Though kind enough in good company, years of professional soldiery have left their mark on him. Initial encounters with Decimus are often met with brisk responses, hearty as they may be, and only after some conversation can one expect to find the man beneath. In leadership, he is firm but fair; finding unnecessary cruelty to be a tool of men un-adept at leadership. Being a man of virtue, he's generally despondent to any form of skullduggery and detests the thought that he might one day fall to the corruption of the Empire's darker circles. The loyalty of this man cannot be bought, giving cause to his current posting at the side of the Emperor's niece. Appearance Decimus has always maintained a short brown hair cut modeled after his father's. His body is muscular and well toned, like most in his line of work. His legs strong, shaped by years on the march and a general love for hiking through nature. His skin is usually tanned in part because of his origins and of course his daily rituals which often find him underneath the sun. Under normal circumstances, Decimus can usually be found in a simple tunica of varying colors, though he does prefer shades of blue and green to brighter yellows and reds. On the job, his uniform no longer consists of the armors worn by dedicated soldiers, but rather the simple toga of men in service to the Emperor. Simply designed, this can be considered his "working" wear. Family Father: Quintus Rutilius Atellus, 61, Alive Mother: Claudia Atella, 51, Alive Siblings: Brother- Quintus Rutilius Atellus Minor, 38, Alive Extended family: Sister in Law - Valeria Atella, 21, Alive History CHILDHOOD [38AD-50AD]: Decimus was born second and with much approval of his father who had desperately hoped for another son to join his line. His birth was uneventful in terms of disaster or illness, and his family celebrated and gave a sacrifice of a white lamb to give thanks for his good health. His father was not present at the birth and had since earned his citizenship through means of military service. Upon hearing of his second son's birth, he was already on his way back from Northern Gaul and out of the legion for good. The efforts of his father would pay off in making Decimus and his family legal citizens of the Empire, and securing for his family a proper and fair life. His childhood was much like any other, and he was quite keen on exploring the wilderness with his brother and several other local boys, including his best friend Flavius. Flavius was the son of their neighbors, and though they were far from his own family's property, they still made their best efforts to visit whenever possible. One day, the family was hosting a party for several families of the region, and he and Flavius had left out of sheer boredom. They had decided to explore the small cave on the edge of the property, and it was in this cave that Decimus would receive his first true scar of life. They approached the cave with carefree curiosity and Decimus crawled in on his hands and knees to investigate the low lying overhang. The ceiling was not so much rock as earth packed tightly and he thought for a few moments that this may be the burrow of a large creature that of course, he must find. He called to Flavius who began to crawl in, but he was lost in a swirl of dust and rock as the ground began to shake and tremble with the fury of one thousand drums. It was an earthquake, and Flavius had been crushed under the entrance of the cave while Decimus had luckily only been trapped in a pocket of air. He could see nothing but utter blackness, and it frightened him to the core as he choked on the dust that had been turned up by the sudden activity. It was not until several hours later that his father pulled Flavius from the mound of dirt as a corpse, and ferociously dug on to save his son who had barely survived. He would never forget this moment of his childhood, and the families found it hard to speak after the incident. TEENAGE TO EARLY ADULT [50AD-57AD]: As he entered his adolescence, he had already been helping his father on the farm for a few years and he had been accustomed to the constant tasks of weeding and plowing alongside the family oxen. The slaves barely spoke to him, but this was not out of spite but by warning of his father. Decimus's father saw it as a personal offense for a slave to speak to his son, and they were careful to avoid him in the fields. He always saw this as strange, and as time went on, he would speak to the slaves behind the eye of his father and he developed a few relationships, but they were quickly cut off if his father was told by another servant. What little slaves the family had were devoted to field work and so they were a necessity which Decimus enjoyed. It did mean less work for him after all. It was also at this time that his father began to teach him the multiple areas of manhood that would help ease him on in the next steps of his journey towards leaving home. Swordplay was his strength and he learned quickly. It took many more months to teach him the multiple techniques of using the shield, as Decimus nearly always dropped it in favor of the added mobility of wielding only the sword. After a few years, he was ready, and he waved goodbye to his family, friends, and the rolling fields of Hispana. He was off to the Legion. The journey to Tarraco was long and tiring, but he was able to keep up with the other boys that had been sent from the village. Rolling hills fell into flatland, which turned into ridges and hills once more, and soon they were upon the city. The towering walls were awe-inspiring to one who had barely left the farm in his youth, and it is here that he first grew to appreciate the full glories of Rome. The sights and smells of the city were overpowering and at every corner, there was the symbol of the Empire that had made it all possible. Tall red banners stood in the form of the city and peoples of all regions and creeds flocked around the packed streets. Slave merchants, wine merchants, cattle drivers, patricians, they could all be found in the city. Their destination, however, was on the other side of the city, and on the outskirts, and it took them nearly the whole of that day to navigate the streets to find their destination. On leaving the other side of Tarraco, the small party was amazed at the Castra which would serve as their home for the next few months. A tall walled compound that hummed with the activity of soldiers that his father had told him of. Here, he would begin his own legacy. He enjoyed the training at the Castra a great deal, and he soon learned many valuable skills that would keep him alive on battlefields across the known world. The tightly knit units made for great friendships, and he would learn to trust and rely upon those other members of his cohort. He was assigned to a seasoned Centurion that had returned from a campaign fighting rebellious factions in Egypt that had threatened the grain supply of Rome, and for this, he was awarded a safer post, training the casual villagers that would need to become legionnaires. He was a stern man, yet fair, and Decimus took many of his virtues from the instructor who instilled a great deal of discipline in them with a wooden rod. ADULTHOOD [57AD-PRESENT]: It would not be for many more months until he had been fully trained and sent off the far north and mysterious land of Britannia. He had heard many stories from his father about the land across the channel, but he had never been there himself and could have hardly known anything about the peoples there. It was common knowledge by that time that the legions of Rome had invaded the land and continued to wage war against its people, though Decimus had little idea of what he would face. The march to the staging area in Gaul was relatively uneventful, however, on the way across the channel they suffered through some rough seas which nearly split their vessels in half against huge white cliffs that bordered the sea. It was on the trip over that Decimus first began to despise traveling by sea. Upon landing, it could be seen that the Romans had been entrenched for a while. Formal military camps had been set up and supplies seemed to be flooding through the docks as fast as they could be carried from the ships. There was something else that served as an eye opener for him in his early days on the island as well... The vast assortment of wounded men. It appeared as though these barbarians did not fight the way they did, but preferred a more guerilla style of warfare, much like the dreaded Germans did at Teutoburg. Decimus was soon assigned to his cohort within the legion and found them entrenched on the front lines of the fighting. Before too long, he found himself facing these blue faced madmen known as the Britons. They fought with a savagery of crazed murderers and seemed to prefer their blue warpaint to armor. In one particular skirmish, Decimus found himself and his comrades faced with an impossible number of the enemy in a small section of woodland. The terrain was unforgiving and the battle fierce, but at the end, Decimus counted nearly one hundred Britannic bodies in front of his section of men, and the Centurion of his Centuria took note. Through many smaller skirmishes, he eventually rose to the rank of Optio, standing side by side with the leader of his Centuria. Over a period spanning ten years, Decimus had continued doing his part in the seemingly endless campaign in Britannia. Though many years of losing comrades and friends in the fields of battle have certainly taken their toll on his optimism, the Centurion had learned to cope with these losses as his new position demanded, finding a comfortable medium with his men, though he had certainly stopped being their friend in most senses of the word. Though it had been many years since he had last seen the rolling hills of his homeland, he was well aware of the pride and honor that he had brought to both his father and his family as they so claim in their letters. Fortune has smiled on the man as of late. After finally coming to Rome to represent his legate, Decimus was granted a new assignment. This assignment was one of great honor and responsibility; the position of as a Praetorian guardsman. It's here that he now finds himself surrounded by marble statues of heroes long past. Only fate knows what will be in store for him. Sains | EST | Discord
  11. MARCUS FALCO. Thirty-nine | 31st February 34CE | PLEBEIAN | CRIMINAL | Bisexual | Original | JEFFERY DEAN MORGAN Personality. Marcus is a man with little morality, or compassion for other human beings. At least, that is how he sees himself. As for vices, he indulges in dice games ( the reason why he descended into debt), prostitutes, and petty crime in order to get by. He is possessive, unwilling to share what he believes to be his, and often finds himself having difficulty to control his anger. He likes to rant and preach about the worth of "true" Romans, unlike these fake Romans who are not true Romans. Marcus will do this to anyone who would listen to his ravings. It mainly occurs when he has been drinking. He tries to distance himself from his wife and children in a twisted effort to protect them from him. And the shady businesses he has managed to get himself involved in. Due to this, he favours the company of his Mistresses and his frenemy over those of his family. His loyalty is able to be bought and he believes other people operate like he does. Appearance Marcus stands at 5'7ft tall and has a stocky build. His limbs are covered with dark body hair with an occasional scar here and there from his line of work. His eyes are a grey-blue, framed by dark lashes and thick dark eyebrows. Despite frequent trips to the barber he usually ends up with 5 o'clock shadow on his top lip, chin and cheeks. His hair has salt and pepper but remains thick, the length depends on whether he has coin to improve his appearance. His skin is olive in tone and darkens rather than goes red in sunlight. Marcus' clothing is workmanlike. He doesn't mind if he happens to have blood or dirt on his clothing either. Family Father: Gaius Falco Mother: Lydia Varca Siblings: Brother: Titus Falco Brother: Publius Falco Spouse: Theodora Cassia -- practical, plain, no time for Marcus' shit. Children: Legitimate Marcia Falco --- seven years old. Marco Falco Minor --- four years old. Illegitimate. Oriana Laecania (b. 51CE) Many, some he knows and many others he does not. Extended family. None close or relevant to matter. Other: Lover: Calvunus -- His best friend, lover, frenemy, business partner, all rolled into one. Lover: Vibia -- Freedwoman, occasional prostitute. Lover: Leticia -- Freedwoman, prostitute. History CHILDHOOD [34- 44AD]: Marcus grew up in the rough Aventine with his hard-working parents striving to make a living in Rome. He was born in the Subura, close to the heavens and yet in a position where if there was a fire --- death through smoke, inhalation, or a fall if one wished to take the risk. His two younger brothers were soon added into the mix with hard-working Titus and Publius both soon taking his father's eye. At seven, he began to help his father with labouring in order to try to help the family meet their high rental costs. He grew up largely illiterate although his able to recognise his own name. He would see the men in the gangs, the collegia and the respect they gained from their peers. His father always warned him to stay away from these men, show respect, and never get in their way. Marcus wanted to be like them. He wanted the respect that they carried, and the fear. TEENAGE TO EARLY ADULT [45 - 59AD]: In 45CE, he met his best friend (and frenemy) Calvunus, and together they began to have their dysfunctional relationship. The following years were spent getting involved in petty crime and aiming to rise through the ranks. Unfortunately, the pair of them were caught now giving the gang's cut and were lucky they were not killed or maimed. Instead they both became indebted to the Scars of Concord. However, in 52CE, the smaller gang was overtaken by the larger ones and either assimilated into the gang or the survivors fled. Despite the politics slowly trickling in, for the most part, they had no true impact on his life and instead he focused on trying to advance through the ranks with little success. Between 57 - 59CE, he was taking contract jobs from anyone who would hire him. These were mostly petty extortion, violence, and thieving. Nothing particularly of note, and no did he attack anyone of any particular importance during this time. During this time, he fathered Oriana Laecania in 51CE, although he was not aware of this at the time. ADULTHOOD [60- 73AD]: During the Civil war he kept a low profile. Taking low end jobs that did not place him in the view of any of the factions vying for power. In 61CE he married his wife and later, she gave birth to a daughter and in 63CE, gave birth to his son. While the pair of them remain married. He often spent his spare time in the company of his friends and prostitutes. The chaos gave an opportunity and sadly, his talents were not recognised during this time with the various gangs of Rome. However, he made several friends who he aims to develop further and has continued to take a variety of jobs over the years. In 71-72CE, recent times he has been rising through the ranks and has become an enforcer for the The Syndicate, and tries to take as many 'perks' of the job as he possibly can. 73CE --- Current time.  GOTHIC | GMT+10 | DISCORD OR PM
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