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At her youthful age, one would expect a silly, carefree girl to reside within the chambers that Rutiliana considers her small kingdom. However, there is not. Rutiliana is anything but silly. Her personality is greatly sandwiched between that of the ambitious, force-to-be-reckoned with matron that was Cornelia Annthea and the diligent and patient Augusta, her step mother Julia Drusilla. Her mind is keen and has a thirst for knowledge, choosing instead to follow the example of the women in her family than what is to expected of the brainless birds of the upper crust. She has a subtle haughtiness about her.

While it's not full-blown mindless vanity, she knows enough by station that she is held at a higher standard that most of the young girls in her generation. And thus, it has aged her considerably. She does not trust outsiders easily, and chooses to distance herself from certain aspects of her lineage, such as her mother and her mother's family. She knows all too well the hand her uncle played in the deaths of Honorius and Junus, and the pain that caused beloved members of her family.

However, she is close to those she loves, finding sanctuary in her step-mother's gentle nature and friendship in Lucilla's daughters, Flavia and Claudia. The first of which being the reason why she refused to be called anything but Rutiliana. A reversal of the cold, haughty girl she exhibits if you will. She would just about anything to make her family proud of her.

Her mind is keen and has a thirst for knowledge, choosing instead to follow the example of the women in her family than what is to expected of the brainless birds of the upper crust. Foreign culture, music, the arts and philosophy being among her favorite subjects. She has not taken kindly to the mundane tasks of weaving and gardening, but tradition calls for it to be amongst her skill set so she does it anyways, even if she doesn't do it with a smile.



Rutiliana is a mix of her parents in physical appearance. With her father, it's most prominent in her eyes and smile, her mother is in her nose and facial shape. Along with her hair. Her skin is warm ivory thanks to the Roman sun during the warm months only lightening slightly over winter time. Her dress style is modest, mostly due to her age and the influences that both her father and stepmother had upon her. Adapting to their more traditional liking. She looks older than her 13 years, as people have told her, thanks to her station.



FATHER: Quintus Flavius Caesar Alexander Augustus - alive
STEP-MOTHER: Julia Drusilla Augusta - alive
MOTHER: Rutilia Cypriana Minor - alive, no contact
SIBLINGS: Titus Flavius Caesar Alexander - alive
Drusus Flavius Caesar Alexander - alive
SPOUSE: n/a, at least no betrothal has been made for her
The Flavius Alexander Clan - Paternal relations
The Rutilius Cyprianus Clan - Maternal relations, has no contact with them.



She was born Flavia Rutiliana to Quintus and his then latest wife. And her existence, from the start, was the bane of her mother's. It was something the younger Rutilia Cypriana made that clear. What could she do with a daughter? Especially as the first child between a young twenty something woman and her much older husband? Not much, her birth was only an ill omen of the divorce that would come. She would be motherless in all but truth before she even could remember her mother's voice or face. Her father divorcing her mother largely thanks to her maternal uncle's ill-doings. Pushed towards the women folk in her paternal family in attempt of having a 'positive' influence upon the girl.

She was barely walking then, only to be sent to the furtherest reaches of the empire as war darkened the horizon. She would have no memory of the war that was raged, nor knowledge of the danger her family had been until much later when her scholars would tell her of these events. She was but a toddler, after all, when her father became Caesar and she became known as Flavia Caesaris by the people. At the age of four, she insisted upon everyone to call her Rutiliana. There was already a Flavia after all, two would get muddled and confusing. She adored the women of her paternal family, often finding solace in her grandmother's presence.

However, her grandmother's influence began to wain in her sixth year of life, replaced by a warmer presence in her father's new wife. She took to her stepmother like a child starved for affection. And in many ways she was, having spent all of her life with little to no contact with the woman who gave birth to her. The two having been separated at the downfall of her mother's family. However, Drusilla was everything she could have ever wanted in a mother, and she was enchanted. She clung to the her stepmother, shadowed her constantly, emulated her. But the same year that she gained her mother, she lost the only grandmother she had ever known.

Annthea had practically raised her from a child, almost since the moment she was born. The death hit the young girl hard. And after mourning far longer than she normally would have, a different Rutiliana emerged from the mourning black. Her truest smiles were reserved for her mother and little brother. Depression wasn't a pretty color on the young girl, but there was no escaping it when it set in. Instead she build up a wall between her and everyone she didn't consider her immediate family, refusing to even consider talking to her mater whenever the woman finally came around again. Time had not changed the girl, only freed her from the sadness she felt over her grandmother's passing.




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