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Horatia Pulvilla






At first glance, most people would sum up Horatia as a poise, intelligent, polite young woman. She is, in fact, very much all of that. Her parents raised her to be just that, to be a poised, intelligent young woman of gentle upbringing. And it is befitting to her place in life and society at the side of a senator as his wife. She's a very quiet person, often preferring the quiet company of a good scroll or the gardens to the noise of other people and gatherings. If forced into a large gathering she much rather sit off to the side and study those around her, trying to gain as much knowledge of their ways from their emotions. Since old enough to babble, she was her father's daughter ... a poster child for the term "daddy's girl". Her father, during his living years, encouraged her greatly, and has left his mark upon her ways. More so than her mother. Her relationship with her mother was strained early on in her teenage years and now is at the near non-existent point. 

Her quiet nature works against her most of the time, leading her to be door-matted due to her unwillingness to start up trouble. However, she is as stubborn as an old mule at times, especially when crossed over something she holds dear to her heart. Which leads to her being very defensive when it comes to her family, mainly her father. Resulting in an explosive temper. When this side is flared up in her, she speaks her mind and rather forcefully does so. She doesn't hold back, even if the one on the receiving end of her temper is someone she loves. Motherhood has not changed her much over the years. She is not overly demanding of her children and she finds that it works best for everyone involved. She is perhaps a more doting mother than society calls for, but she considers them her greatest work and she treasures them deeply. And she's instilling her love for learning into each of them as they grow.



Horatia inherited her father's warm coloring, with light to medium beige complexion, warm brown eyes and hair to match. Very typical for a Roman beauty. She is of a delicate beauty, with a slender nose and large expressive eyes. She wears very little makeup, even as the laugh and worry lines are slowly easing into her expressions. Her hair is soft, and as mentioned rich brown in color, falling to her waist in a gentle wave when released from the braids and curls her personal hairdresser puts it in. She tends to keep her styling simple and elegant with that as well. Preferring simple braids and buns over intricate braided curls. The same goes for her style of dress and jewelry. She prefers to follow the trend, and avoid the limelight by not making the trends. She is petite, but four full term pregnancies has added to the slight curves she's had since her youth.



Father: Gnaeus Horatius Pulvillus, Deceased

Mother:  Licinia Luculla, Deceased

Siblings: Gnaeus Horatius Pulvillus Minor, Deceased (Hours after birth)

Spouse: Appius Cornelius Scipio, Alive


Appius Cornelius Scipio Minor {b. 60}{Alive} 
Gnaeus Cornelius Scipio {b. 60}{Alive} 
Cornelia Appiana {b. 64} {Alive} 
Lucius Cornelius Scipio {b. 67} {Alive}
Cornelia Horatia {b. 76} {Alive}

Extended family:

The Cornelii-Scipionis - Through her husband 
The Sulpicii Rufi - Through her sister-in-law, Cornelia
The Flavi Alexandri - Distant - through her husband and sisters-in-law
The Licinii Luculli - Through her mother
The Imperii Acuelones - Distant - through her great aunt's marriage to Titus Gurges
Various nieces and nephews through her sisters-in-law, Decima and Cornelia 
Cousins through her maternal connections

Other: household slaves and such 


Horatia was born, much to her mother’s displeasure, the first and only child between Gnaeus Horatius Pulvillus and his wife Licinia. She was not a wanted child in her mother’s eyes. Born of the wrong sex, when she had so wanted to give her husband a son. There would be no little siblings to follow her. No brothers or sisters and not a great deal of cousins. To make it worse, she had been a twin, her brother dying hours after their birth. Since she was old enough to form mere babbling noises, she was her papa’s girl and grew up as such. She was a bright but quiet child, excelling in her lessons. Seeing she had letting distractions this wasn’t very hard for her to do. She kind of liked the silence in a way, she had no-one else to fight for her father’s attention. 

The father daughter relationship grew steadily, her father often using her ears as his unwavering confidant whenever the woes of the senate was to much on him. She learned much from him in those young years, probably much more than what she learned from her many tutors. Her mother however had very little do with her growing up. Almost treating her like a pebble in her sandal. When she was quite young still, before the age of ten her grandfather passed away. Placing her father as head of the family and firmly securing his seat in the senate. Something that trilled Horatia, she always enjoyed seeing her father happy. It also marked another turning point in her parent’s life. Where the marriage was just for show.


As she grew into a young teenager however she noticed her marriage between her mother and father was not that of love and if anything, very little respect or admiration. They were married just to be married. That put the fear of marriage in the girl. She didn’t know why, it just did. Her father thankfully held off the idea of her marrying until much later into her teens. The first attempt was made when she was 17, a son of a traitor. It wasn't a very long relationship. He was shipped off to war and would later lose his life there before plans could be finalized. Ultimately, it did not hurt her ways that she probably thought it should then. Her father reached high with the match he aimed for next, a cousin to the Augusta, from an ancient family. 

She found herself getting along well with the young Appius Scipio. Marrying in 59AD, she quickly fell pregnant with what she thought was their first child. The truth of her twin brother finally coming to her knowledge thanks to the birth of their twin sons. Named for their grandfathers, both gone from this world, the later Gnaeus only months prior to his grandson's birth. Horatia struggled, admittedly, with the extra burden of a second child added to the one she had believed she was only expecting. Her body would heal slowly overtime, but the further pursuit of a third child was held off with the unexpected turmoil that had developed into the Civil War. She, along with their boys, were sent away from Rome with her sisters-in-laws, her husband heading off to side with his cousin in the east.

Life after Alexander's win and raise to emperor found Horatia gently. A daughter born the year following brought her to the realization she had succeeded in her teenage wishes to not have a marriage that was cursed by Juno, that she had not become the shrew her mother was. Appiana was a small little babe, doctors fearing that she would not last the month, let alone her first year. It was the gods will that decided to prove them wrong. Though, her little girl would never be one of robust health. The couple settled into a marriage that was built on mutual trust and affection, and a few years later would see many changes. Her husband went to work, hard, in order to restore the damage to his family's name by his brother's whims and his uncle's plottings. Having risen to the family's paterfamilias as the eldest living of his clan upon his uncle's death. 

Horatia, ever in support of Appius, continued to be a homebody, feeling that her place was at their home. Content with raising her children and venturing out with other mothers her age. She bore her last child months before the great Annthea took her last breath. Another son, named for her husband's late brother. Not as a way to honor him but in a way that perhaps, husband and wife had both thought, that their son would be destined to do better. However, his delivery proved difficult. Leaving her to be confined to her bed and rooms for months. Often waking up to her eldest boys snuggled to her side, deep in sleep. It would be years before she attempted to try for another child, only for it end in miscarriage as the second decade of Alexander's reign dawned

76 sees the birth of the daughter she had fought so hard to conceive, potentially rendering infertile afterwards. 




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