SLV SEGESTES

[Segestes]

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THE WRITER
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NAME/ALIAS: Andy (Andrea)
AGE: 35
EXPERIENCE: Five years (but only in german)
OTHER CHARACTERS: None
CONTACT: PM, ICQ

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THE CHARACTER
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NAME:

Segestes

DATE OF BIRTH:

22 years, born in August, 2nd, 37 A.D.

GENDER:

Male

SEXUAL ORIENTATION:

Bisexual

CITIZENSHIP:

Non Civium, Mancipiae, Servus


OCCUPATION:

Since running away? He's a thief, trying to get along


LIKES:
sunshine
being free
free meals
thermal baths
apples
good opportunities


DISLIKES::

being a slave
yelling (at him)
being caught
rainy days
horses
dogs
snobs


FEARS:

being caught by his 'master'
losing control
blushing

ASPIRATIONS:

leading a life as a free man
finding a home
getting money

GENERAL PERSONALITY:

He thinks that he can only rely on himself. And he's not a coward! Of course there some people who are stronger than him. Sometimes he talks too big and he bites more than he can chew. His former master said that very often. He's not a simple man and full of dreams far from reality. He wants to be free one day. A man who can afford his life by … okay... hard work and a bit of luck.

When you are a slave you have to learn very early, that life ist not a walk in the park. You have to be quiet, when others speak and you have to stay quiet, even, when they fell silent. It's a life without a tongue and sometimes it is even not allowed to move. Not, if you don't have a plate in your hands, or a cup of something or so. But Segestes is not a quiet person. As he would say: He was forced into silence, while his personalty makes him to answer back, whenever he means he's got the right. And that he means very often. He's a bit restless and he's longing for his dreams to come true. One of those dreams is not being a slave anymore, to be a free man, who is able to conquer the world. For Segestes 'conquering' means to have a free meal and a bath every day. So he is modest enough to know that a man like him is never to gain a higher status than at least a freedman with an own roof above his head. But if he gets caught he wouldn't even keep his head!

He doesn't know what it means to have a family. He lost his mother very early and all he had was the roman 'familia' of his master and he was used to be an unequal 'item'. But even as a child he hated to be belittled. Sometimes he loses his temper and tends to be loud and insolent. His sense of justice tells him, that sometimes he'd gone to far and he's never resentful, when he's made to taste the consequences for his anger. To others he often seems to be wary and he doesn't like to be in the thick of things.

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APPEARANCE
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CELEBRITY CLAIM: Jim Sturgess
HAIR: dark brown
EYES: dark brown
BUILD: Slenderly muscular
HEIGHT: 167 cm

GENERAL APPEARANCE:

Some people would say, that Segestes looks like his mother. But no one really knows how his mother actually looks like. Some people say, that she had great, dark brown eyes and hair in the same color. Segestes can remember that. But she was his mother and his memories are a bit different, because he used to be her son. He wears his hair short and he's not a tall man, but not small either. About 167 cm. But he's got charme. People say he radiates sympathy. It's a fact he has noticed very often, but at least he has to determine that the same people don't think that he's capable of something else than good looking. Sometimes he has to be a thief, just to get along. He has to sell stolen goods and somtimes he has to sell himself to afford his life. He's not a fighter like a gladiator would be, but he's strong enough to get along in the streets. You will be automatically slim, when you are not a fat roman, who's lying around all day. As for his part he's slim, but he knows how to move quickly. Only because of the circumstance that he was kept as a maid of all work for the most part of his life. Yes: KEPT. He was a slave and he worked. And you can consider it, when you look at him. He got scars. They date back to the time, when he learned about the whip of his master. But, of course this didn't happen very often. He can remember, that one time it was fierce enough to get visible scars on his upper arm. They reach his shoulder blade. After that his master felt sorry, but up to that time it was too late. In his life he can't guarantee for his trimness. Who knows if he could afford an new tunic or a visit to a thermal bath. If they would let him in. Sometimes even a pretty face doesn't benefit. When you are on the rocks you can see the rats running. Do you know what really annoys him? That he blushes very quickly. For example, when you caught him in the act... when he's lying or in general... when something makes him... blush...

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FAMILY & HISTORY
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(For Lucilla in the first person*g*)

I don't know what to say about my 'familia'. I was born and raised at the house of the „Quintilia“ in Baiae. They both were hardly able to see properly what's going on, because they've been a bit shortsighted, but after all, they both died one fine day. First my 'domina' died and after her my 'dominus'. Joking aside. They succumbed to a fever and not to their old age. Incidentally I had a mother. Her name was Phoebe and we were separeted, when I was ten years old. My dominus wasn't even squeamish about family sentiment after all, so he sold my mother and kept me for donkeywork. Apart from that there have also been the two other slaves, which I would count to my family. And of cause Tiberius Quintilius, the true son of my 'roman familia'. After the death of his father I was supposed to set free, but Tiberius was against it. Who should do the filthy jobs, when I was gone? But more to that later on. Family, as you can see, is only an empty word for me, without any considerable content.

PARENTS:
--Father - Unknown
--Mother – Phoebe, 42, gone

SIBLINGS: N/A

SPOUSE(S): N/A

CHILDREN: N/A

OTHER RELATIONS:

Master Tiberius Quintilius, 36, alive

BIOGRAPHY:

I was born 22 years ago in Baiae, in the household of Tiberius Quintilius the older. My mother was the slave of this man and his wife Tertia. Both of them were a bit older, but at least they preserved their agility. They ran a bakery, which was very well-frequented. Only one of their children survived: Tiberius Quintilius the younger. He is three years older than me, but it would be a lie to assert that we've been friends. Baiae was a very nice place to be and many well wealthy romans live there, but the life in a bakery was a hard one. As soon as I became five years old I was generously allowed to start with work, without ever getting the possibility of beeing educated. I'm not able to read or write a word. Instead of that I scooped flour and worked at one of the little mills. My mother worked as well like all the other slaves. There had been five of them. In fact they were to many for the wallet of Tiberius, who had always been a bit domineering, and he a little villain. He spended all his money in betting and what shall I say? Sometimes one of the slaves vanished and I'm sure, that he sold them off to afford his passion.

One of these slaves had been Marinius, he was like a father for me, even if my mother insisted, that he had never been in an biological way. Indeed I never get to know who my father was. I suggest, that it had been Tiberius himself, because our noses looked the same and I like to curse and offend like him. No, honestly... I got no idea. I swear! Marinius consoled me for that. For example that I never had a real childhood in the proper meaning of the word. At least on public holidays I was allowed to play with Tiberius the Younger, because besides of him I was the only child in the household. He of course got other friends, unlike me. We didn't fit togther. He was teasing me all the time and I was unable to defend myself. In the end I hated him and went out of his way.

When I was ten years old the bakery was confronted with a buisiness failure. There were only three slaves left and Quintilius almost had to give up his job. The money ran out and one day it had to be my mother who had to leave. He sold her to an other roman and actually I was to join her fate, but it was Tiberius the older who didn't want me to go. It would have been more practical to keep me for his son and because I was old enough to get along without a mother.

It was a troublesome time. I stayed with the 'familia' and indulged their every whim. After a while Tiberius the younger went to receive training in the military drill. The Quintilia grudged no pains to afford that. He was their only child, their only hope to – one fine day - rise above their social status. Have I mentioned that I'm well versed in the manual skills of a baker? Despite all that I'm not an educated man.

When I was fifteen, my domina Tertia died unexpectedly. It was a fever which took it's toll. My dominus was sorely afflicted by that. We passed the memorial ceremony an the household fell silent for a few weeks. After that my dominus stayed at home, sad and deeply grieved. Two years went by. It was a surprise for all that he started to spend more time at the bakery to be closer to his slaves. I really don't know why he did this, but I guess that he felt lonely. Every now and then his son joined him but in the end he always went away to his military service. When I turned seventeen, my dominus died and follwed his wife to the afterworld. Ironically it was a fever too, which demanded his life. To the surprise of all, the death-bed will of our master was, that all his slaves should be released. All but one! Unfortunately it should have been me, who had to be the unlucky one. Tiberius the Younger wanted to keep me, because he felt cheated out of his right by his father. Maybe he did that because we grew up together. But I'm not sure. Nobody knew how to handle that situation. Tiberius said it was his legal right to keep me as his slave, but on the other hand it was part of the testament of his father, that all slaves will gain their freedom. Even two scholars discussed on that topic. One said, that a testament is sacrosanct. The other insisted, that the inheritage is due to Tiberius, as his fathers legal heir. That got me stumped! I believed in the first scholar what spared me running away in the night. But it was what it was: An escape.

I don't know what Tiberus did to find me and I don't care about that. During the next few weeks I spended my time in the city of Rome, because my thought was, that no one will find me there. Who cares for just another figure in the streets? I learned how to steal and shoplift without getting caught. Sometimes I sell my myself, my body. Meanwhile I do anything to get along. Sometimes I'm dreaming that one one day I will have a good job, a familiy or something what is worth to addend to. But still I don't know what Tiberius will do. I will know when it's nearer the time.



TIMELINE:
37 AD – Born in Baiae as a slve of the 'Quintilia'
42 AD – Works in the bakery of Tiberius Quintilius the Older
47 AD – His mother was sold
52 AD – His domina 'Tertia' died
54 AD – His dominus died
58 AD – He wanted to escape slavery and ran away


OTHER: None

[Lucilla Augusta]

Lovely work, Andy!

Accepted and welcome to the community!