<![CDATA[Aeterna Roma - All Forums]]> http://www.aeternaroma.com/ Fri, 24 May 2013 01:16:29 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[One on One(Tiberius Terentius Culleo)]]> http://www.aeternaroma.com/showthread.php?tid=62442 Thu, 23 May 2013 20:00:01 -0400 http://www.aeternaroma.com/showthread.php?tid=62442 Late May, 60AD
Early Evening

Caio was stucking having to go on patrol with Tiberius that day and hunting as well. The hunting part he was good at and the patrol part to through the spending time with Tiberius was something rather new to him being away from camp. Staying next to Tiberius much of the time during the patrol and the hunt. It was getting dark finally and being far away from the camp he got the feeling it would be not until morning they went back. Gathering up some wood and rocks to make a fire with he didn't really say all that much. Lighting the fire with the rocks he sat down staring at it, his thoughts drifted a moment then returned to the present. Turning to the large kill then back to Tiberius. "Is Dominus hungry yet?" He would have to take care of the kill himself and maybe save the pelt for something.]]> Late May, 60AD
Early Evening

Caio was stucking having to go on patrol with Tiberius that day and hunting as well. The hunting part he was good at and the patrol part to through the spending time with Tiberius was something rather new to him being away from camp. Staying next to Tiberius much of the time during the patrol and the hunt. It was getting dark finally and being far away from the camp he got the feeling it would be not until morning they went back. Gathering up some wood and rocks to make a fire with he didn't really say all that much. Lighting the fire with the rocks he sat down staring at it, his thoughts drifted a moment then returned to the present. Turning to the large kill then back to Tiberius. "Is Dominus hungry yet?" He would have to take care of the kill himself and maybe save the pelt for something.]]> <![CDATA[Dagmar's Thread Tracker]]> http://www.aeternaroma.com/showthread.php?tid=62441 Thu, 23 May 2013 14:05:54 -0400 http://www.aeternaroma.com/showthread.php?tid=62441 Wulf
-on hiatus-

Decima Aemilia
-on hiatus-

Lucius Aquillius Florus Minor
Unfinished threads
Wooden swords (open)

Hide and seek (Naenia)

Julus
Unfinished threads
Taking care of the money (Titus Flavius Alexander)

Tiberius Octavius Aemilianus
Unfinished threads
Last drink of the night (open)]]> Wulf
-on hiatus-

Decima Aemilia
-on hiatus-

Lucius Aquillius Florus Minor
Unfinished threads
Wooden swords (open)

Hide and seek (Naenia)

Julus
Unfinished threads
Taking care of the money (Titus Flavius Alexander)

Tiberius Octavius Aemilianus
Unfinished threads
Last drink of the night (open)]]> <![CDATA[Fenella (wip)]]> http://www.aeternaroma.com/showthread.php?tid=62439 Wed, 22 May 2013 05:06:20 -0400 http://www.aeternaroma.com/showthread.php?tid=62439 -----------------------------------------------------
THE WRITER
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NAME/ALIAS: Lou
AGE: 22
EXPERIENCE: 4-5 years
OTHER CHARACTERS: none yet
CONTACT: aim: lil_lou yim: xxxxlil_louxxxx

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THE CHARACTER
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NAME: Fenella
DATE OF BIRTH: October, 11, 38 AD. 21 years old.
GENDER: Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual, but in the past has performed duties requiring her to entertain women.

CITIZENSHIP: Non Civium, Mancipiae, Servus

OCCUPATION: Head slave in Aeron of the Demetae’s household

LIKES: Aeron
Staying busy
Children
Being in charge
Her gods
Rain

DISLIKES:: Complainers
Romans
Hot summers
Horses (they are dreadful creatures)
Ships

FEARS:
ASPIRATIONS: [list at least three]

GENERAL PERSONALITY: [at least three paragraphs]
Be sure in this section (or in the history below) to explain the character's likes/dislikes, fears/aspirations. Explain what makes the character tick; what makes him/her mad, what makes him/her sad. What sort of people he/she likes, what sort of people he/she hates, and why. Typically Roman children were raised to be strong, healthy, religious, respectful of laws and tradition, temperate, modest in actions and speech, submissive to their superiors, well-behaved, virtuous, intelligent, and self-reliant. Of course this was the ideal child, and not everyone fit the mold. How is your character different? In what ways does or doesn't he/she fit the mold?

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APPEARANCE
-----------------------------------------------------

CELEBRITY CLAIM: Lily Collins
HAIR:
EYES:
BUILD:
HEIGHT: On average, Roman men were around 5'5", women being around 5'0" (Men: ~168cm. Women: ~152cm). Romans born outside of Italy would be a little taller than this average. However! Men taller than 5'10" would be VERY rare.
STYLE OF DRESS: This, like the occupation above, is dependent upon the character's social status. Please see these threads on Men's Clothing and Women' Clothing for information on Roman dress.

GENERAL APPEARANCE: [at least one paragraph]
Whereas the list above is the basic information, here explain the details of how your character appears. Not just the color of their eyes, but how they shine in the sunlight; not just the color of their hair, but how it's worn. Here you can also explain any peculiar attributes your character may have.

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FAMILY & HISTORY
-----------------------------------------------------
Any characters that are available as adoptables, please post within the ADOPTABLE board. Also be sure to follow the guidelines for Roman names! Refer to the linked thread above.

PARENTS:
--Father - Name, Age, Alive/Deceased
--Mother - Name, Age, Alive/Deceased
--Adoptive Father - (Conditional) Name, Age, Alive/Deceased
SIBLINGS: If none, put "N/A"
--Brother -
--Sister -
SPOUSE(S): Current wife (if there is one) goes here
--Previous Wife - Name, Age, Died/Divorced
CHILDREN: If none, put "N/A"
--Son -
--Daughter -
OTHER RELATIONS:
If your character is related to the Caesars via a marriage, or the Scipii via blood, list such relations here. Also, if your character is a Freedman/Freedwoman or a Slave, please include the following under "Other Relations":
--Master - Name, Age, Alive/Deceased (for slaves)
--Patron- Name, Age, Alive/Deceased (for Freedmen)

A note about Freedmen: Even even if they are freed, a freedman has an obligation to his former master (also known as a Patron) that lasts for the rest of his/her life. This obligation meant becoming the Patron's client and remaining tied to him in a mutually-advantageous relationship. In many cases, freedmen continued their old job, though they received pay. However, they were required to work one day a year without pay in recognition of the gift their master bestowed upon them.

BIOGRAPHY: [at least four paragraphs]
Be sure to include information on how your character was raised. Specifically, be sure to explain how his/her likes, dislikes, fears, and aspirations developed. Go into detail about the events in his/her life that influenced the kind of person the character is now, and also explain the character's future aspirations. Before writing this, be sure that you have read over AeRo's own history. The history of AeRo can be found, in two parts, by clicking the following links: PART I and PART II (link coming soon!).

TIMELINE:
YEAR AD -- Event
YEAR AD -- Event

The dates of important events within your character's life will be listed above. For example: birth, death of father, brother's birth, schooling begins, enlistment into the military, promotion to centurion, etc. Follow the format above.


OTHER: Anything you'd like to add to your application?]]> -----------------------------------------------------
THE WRITER
-----------------------------------------------------
NAME/ALIAS: Lou
AGE: 22
EXPERIENCE: 4-5 years
OTHER CHARACTERS: none yet
CONTACT: aim: lil_lou yim: xxxxlil_louxxxx

-----------------------------------------------------
THE CHARACTER
-----------------------------------------------------

NAME: Fenella
DATE OF BIRTH: October, 11, 38 AD. 21 years old.
GENDER: Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual, but in the past has performed duties requiring her to entertain women.

CITIZENSHIP: Non Civium, Mancipiae, Servus

OCCUPATION: Head slave in Aeron of the Demetae’s household

LIKES: Aeron
Staying busy
Children
Being in charge
Her gods
Rain

DISLIKES:: Complainers
Romans
Hot summers
Horses (they are dreadful creatures)
Ships

FEARS:
ASPIRATIONS: [list at least three]

GENERAL PERSONALITY: [at least three paragraphs]
Be sure in this section (or in the history below) to explain the character's likes/dislikes, fears/aspirations. Explain what makes the character tick; what makes him/her mad, what makes him/her sad. What sort of people he/she likes, what sort of people he/she hates, and why. Typically Roman children were raised to be strong, healthy, religious, respectful of laws and tradition, temperate, modest in actions and speech, submissive to their superiors, well-behaved, virtuous, intelligent, and self-reliant. Of course this was the ideal child, and not everyone fit the mold. How is your character different? In what ways does or doesn't he/she fit the mold?

-----------------------------------------------------
APPEARANCE
-----------------------------------------------------

CELEBRITY CLAIM: Lily Collins
HAIR:
EYES:
BUILD:
HEIGHT: On average, Roman men were around 5'5", women being around 5'0" (Men: ~168cm. Women: ~152cm). Romans born outside of Italy would be a little taller than this average. However! Men taller than 5'10" would be VERY rare.
STYLE OF DRESS: This, like the occupation above, is dependent upon the character's social status. Please see these threads on Men's Clothing and Women' Clothing for information on Roman dress.

GENERAL APPEARANCE: [at least one paragraph]
Whereas the list above is the basic information, here explain the details of how your character appears. Not just the color of their eyes, but how they shine in the sunlight; not just the color of their hair, but how it's worn. Here you can also explain any peculiar attributes your character may have.

-----------------------------------------------------
FAMILY & HISTORY
-----------------------------------------------------
Any characters that are available as adoptables, please post within the ADOPTABLE board. Also be sure to follow the guidelines for Roman names! Refer to the linked thread above.

PARENTS:
--Father - Name, Age, Alive/Deceased
--Mother - Name, Age, Alive/Deceased
--Adoptive Father - (Conditional) Name, Age, Alive/Deceased
SIBLINGS: If none, put "N/A"
--Brother -
--Sister -
SPOUSE(S): Current wife (if there is one) goes here
--Previous Wife - Name, Age, Died/Divorced
CHILDREN: If none, put "N/A"
--Son -
--Daughter -
OTHER RELATIONS:
If your character is related to the Caesars via a marriage, or the Scipii via blood, list such relations here. Also, if your character is a Freedman/Freedwoman or a Slave, please include the following under "Other Relations":
--Master - Name, Age, Alive/Deceased (for slaves)
--Patron- Name, Age, Alive/Deceased (for Freedmen)

A note about Freedmen: Even even if they are freed, a freedman has an obligation to his former master (also known as a Patron) that lasts for the rest of his/her life. This obligation meant becoming the Patron's client and remaining tied to him in a mutually-advantageous relationship. In many cases, freedmen continued their old job, though they received pay. However, they were required to work one day a year without pay in recognition of the gift their master bestowed upon them.

BIOGRAPHY: [at least four paragraphs]
Be sure to include information on how your character was raised. Specifically, be sure to explain how his/her likes, dislikes, fears, and aspirations developed. Go into detail about the events in his/her life that influenced the kind of person the character is now, and also explain the character's future aspirations. Before writing this, be sure that you have read over AeRo's own history. The history of AeRo can be found, in two parts, by clicking the following links: PART I and PART II (link coming soon!).

TIMELINE:
YEAR AD -- Event
YEAR AD -- Event

The dates of important events within your character's life will be listed above. For example: birth, death of father, brother's birth, schooling begins, enlistment into the military, promotion to centurion, etc. Follow the format above.


OTHER: Anything you'd like to add to your application?]]> <![CDATA[Niece and Uncle {Bretta/Aeron - closed}]]> http://www.aeternaroma.com/showthread.php?tid=62438 Wed, 22 May 2013 03:23:23 -0400 http://www.aeternaroma.com/showthread.php?tid=62438 Mid-May, 60 AD

Bretta had lived in Rome for about a month now. She’d been picked up when she first arrived, by her father’s Roman friend Alaric – but Alaric had taken her to her uncle Aeron’s house, where she was going to live. Alan had told Bretta a few things about Aeron… that he and Alan did not have much in common and that Aeron entertained Romans and had no wife or children. Bretta had wondered still why her father wanted her to go and live with Aeron for a while, but she was a good girl towards her father and did as told. And Aeron was nice enough, she definitely thought that. He was indeed different from her father… he dressed in a much more Roman style, he painted his eyes and he enjoyed dancing and singing and having fun.

He hadn’t done much with Bretta yet though… well, he had taken her out to show her his favorite places in Rome. He’d shown her temples and gardens and pretty places and he had introduced her to one of his good friends, who was called Adonis. Bretta had also learned that her uncle had lovers, but the lovers weren’t women and it was a bit strange to her. In Britannia, the family lived together in one house with one main room where everyone slept, so she was used to the sounds of adults pleasing each other during the nights. But two men? She had never heard about that before. Still, she would not question the way her uncle lived. He was different from her father, she knew that.

There was still something she longed to do though, now she had been in Rome a little while and had learned a bit more of the language. So now she thought that if someone would escort her, she could go and see something really interesting… the gladiator games! She caught Aeron one morning over their breakfast to talk about it.

“Aeron… there’s something I want to do.” She said with a small smile and Aeron looked curiously at her, wondering what that could be.

“Well, tell me then… I’ll see what I can do.” Aeron replied, he was still not so used to children, but Bretta was a nice girl and he did enjoy having her here. He wanted to make her stay in Rome great.

“I want to go to the arena. I want to see gladiators fight.” Bretta explained, not thinking it would be a big deal, but the look on Aeron’s face showed that this surprised him. He leaned back in his chair and stared at her.

“You want to see gladiators fight? Do… do you even know what they are? And what they do?” Aeron asked, obviously not very fond of the idea. Bretta bit her lip.

“They fight for entertainment, don’t they? I like fighting. I want to be better at fighting too. I think it could be fun. Would you take me there?” Bretta asked and gave him a look that only children could give adults. Aeron sighed.

“I’m not so happy with the games. I don’t like to see them hurt and kill each other.” Aeron explained, but Bretta did not give up so easily.

“But I want to go. And you say I should learn to adapt here… I want to see gladiators fight. I’ve seen people fight before, I’m not scared. Are you?” Seriously, he was a grown-up, and he didn’t want to see them hurt and kill each other? This surprised her. And she wanted to go!

“Of course I’m not scared.” Aeron replied shortly, “But… it’s not really a nice thing. But I’ll take you if you really want to go.” Aeron agreed finally and Bretta smiled. She jumped off her stool and around the table to give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Aeron could not help but adore that and returned her hug.

“Thanks so much, uncle Aeron! We’ll have such a fun day. Thanks.” Bretta said happily and Aeron just smiled and said nothing, he was still not fond of going to see a gladiator game, but for his niece, he’d do it. He didn’t want her to think he was afraid or a coward.]]> Mid-May, 60 AD

Bretta had lived in Rome for about a month now. She’d been picked up when she first arrived, by her father’s Roman friend Alaric – but Alaric had taken her to her uncle Aeron’s house, where she was going to live. Alan had told Bretta a few things about Aeron… that he and Alan did not have much in common and that Aeron entertained Romans and had no wife or children. Bretta had wondered still why her father wanted her to go and live with Aeron for a while, but she was a good girl towards her father and did as told. And Aeron was nice enough, she definitely thought that. He was indeed different from her father… he dressed in a much more Roman style, he painted his eyes and he enjoyed dancing and singing and having fun.

He hadn’t done much with Bretta yet though… well, he had taken her out to show her his favorite places in Rome. He’d shown her temples and gardens and pretty places and he had introduced her to one of his good friends, who was called Adonis. Bretta had also learned that her uncle had lovers, but the lovers weren’t women and it was a bit strange to her. In Britannia, the family lived together in one house with one main room where everyone slept, so she was used to the sounds of adults pleasing each other during the nights. But two men? She had never heard about that before. Still, she would not question the way her uncle lived. He was different from her father, she knew that.

There was still something she longed to do though, now she had been in Rome a little while and had learned a bit more of the language. So now she thought that if someone would escort her, she could go and see something really interesting… the gladiator games! She caught Aeron one morning over their breakfast to talk about it.

“Aeron… there’s something I want to do.” She said with a small smile and Aeron looked curiously at her, wondering what that could be.

“Well, tell me then… I’ll see what I can do.” Aeron replied, he was still not so used to children, but Bretta was a nice girl and he did enjoy having her here. He wanted to make her stay in Rome great.

“I want to go to the arena. I want to see gladiators fight.” Bretta explained, not thinking it would be a big deal, but the look on Aeron’s face showed that this surprised him. He leaned back in his chair and stared at her.

“You want to see gladiators fight? Do… do you even know what they are? And what they do?” Aeron asked, obviously not very fond of the idea. Bretta bit her lip.

“They fight for entertainment, don’t they? I like fighting. I want to be better at fighting too. I think it could be fun. Would you take me there?” Bretta asked and gave him a look that only children could give adults. Aeron sighed.

“I’m not so happy with the games. I don’t like to see them hurt and kill each other.” Aeron explained, but Bretta did not give up so easily.

“But I want to go. And you say I should learn to adapt here… I want to see gladiators fight. I’ve seen people fight before, I’m not scared. Are you?” Seriously, he was a grown-up, and he didn’t want to see them hurt and kill each other? This surprised her. And she wanted to go!

“Of course I’m not scared.” Aeron replied shortly, “But… it’s not really a nice thing. But I’ll take you if you really want to go.” Aeron agreed finally and Bretta smiled. She jumped off her stool and around the table to give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Aeron could not help but adore that and returned her hug.

“Thanks so much, uncle Aeron! We’ll have such a fun day. Thanks.” Bretta said happily and Aeron just smiled and said nothing, he was still not fond of going to see a gladiator game, but for his niece, he’d do it. He didn’t want her to think he was afraid or a coward.]]> <![CDATA[FOR A HOME/BUSINESS]]> http://www.aeternaroma.com/showthread.php?tid=62437 Wed, 22 May 2013 00:54:03 -0400 http://www.aeternaroma.com/showthread.php?tid=62437
Code:
[b]Character Name:[/b]
[b]Character Class:[/b]
[b]Home or Business?:[/b]
[b](if business) Business Name:[/b]
[b]Desired Location:[/b]

Also feel free to include a description of the home/business, if you'd like something more than just the generic info!


Thanks!]]>
Code:
[b]Character Name:[/b]
[b]Character Class:[/b]
[b]Home or Business?:[/b]
[b](if business) Business Name:[/b]
[b]Desired Location:[/b]

Also feel free to include a description of the home/business, if you'd like something more than just the generic info!


Thanks!]]> <![CDATA[Seeking Plots?]]> http://www.aeternaroma.com/showthread.php?tid=62436 Wed, 22 May 2013 00:37:43 -0400 http://www.aeternaroma.com/showthread.php?tid=62436 ]]> ]]> <![CDATA[The Future of Aeterna Roma]]> http://www.aeternaroma.com/showthread.php?tid=62435 Tue, 21 May 2013 15:01:14 -0400 http://www.aeternaroma.com/showthread.php?tid=62435
I'm sure that most if not all of you have read that our beloved Gothic has decided to retire from RPing here at AeRo. As a part of that decision, Gothy and I talked about what to do with the site and where it should go from here. I have been with AeRo almost since the very beginning, and have been a staff member (in varying forms) for the past several years. While I have never completely managed a site of this caliber as the main admin, I decided that I would step up and do my best to fill Gothy's shoes.

As she said in her resignation announcement, she will remain as a tech admin, and will continue with advertising for the site. The everyday administrative work will fall on my shoulders, and on Anthony's--as he has recently been recruited as a Super Moderator to help me out in keeping the site running. I have a few changes planned for the site, all aimed at hopefully making things better and more engaging for the community.

Foremost among those changes is the way the plot of AeRo develops. On a site like this--where some players want characters involved in world-wide events, and some players could care less--it's always difficult to manage the progression of an overall plot. All too often the "plot" becomes the actions and stories of a handful of characters. In the past, more often than not, the plot of AeRo has been discussed and decided behind closed doors, so to speak, in the staff area. I want to put an end to that.

I want everyone on the site to have a say in where the story goes. I personally encourage friendly competition between characters (IC only of course); I encourage ambitious characters who have a realistic goal of taking over the empire, or just power in general, whatever the form. I encourage characters who get themselves into positions that could lead to their ultimate victory, or their inevitable death. AeRo has always had a great community, and I think we can use that strength to communally create and guide the future of AeRo's story.

In addition to that, there will be some organizational changes to the boards in the OOC area (none of the IC boards for Rome/the world will change); and some cleaning of old threads. For a full list of planned changes that will come soon, read the spoiler below.
Spoiler:

This is copied straight out of my draft in the staff sub-board.

(1) Reorganizing the boards
  • I'm going to get rid of a few sub-boards, and condense others into the same general area just so there's not too much clutter. The only boards that will be changing are the OOC areas--the IC boards for Rome won't be touched.

(2) Cleaning up inactive accounts & their profiles
  • Take the list of people that replied to the AC (minus the members who've left recently), and cross-check it with the accepted characters area. Any characters not on the list (or those who've left) should be sorted into the "archived characters" sub-board.
  • I'll go into the admin cp and delete the accounts for the same characters.

(3) Updating various threads
  • The Face Claim and Who's Who lists will need to be updated after we've gone through and made a list of the characters that are no longer with us. We can keep the claims for those characters of Gothy's that she's putting up for adoption.

(4) Cleaning the board
  • I'm going to do away with the various registries (marriages, births, deaths, etc.); the players can keep track of those things themselves. Also, any IC threads dating before March should be moved into the archives to IC Archives-->58 AD-Current Archives-->60 AD.

(5) Update the Information Directory
  • I plan on making this a little easier to navigate. Any information that is essential for AeRo--the history, info. that is needed for AeRo's story, etc. will remain. Anything that's just basic information on Rome I'm going to remove from the site and link to other places with the same information.


--------------------------------------------------
To speak more of the plot: Of course, with Gothy leaving (and the departure of a few other players recently as well) there are quite a few major characters without players. In order to bring the site to a point where it is something of an open book, Anthony and I have come up with a series of events that will shake the IC world of AeRo. There will be A LOT happening over a somewhat short period of time. Some of the events will be threaded, but many of them will simply be IC announcements.

This will be the beginning of a new way of announcing plot events, via IC updates. Many events will occur that don't directly involve any PCs, but will directly/indirectly affect or influence the lives of PCs. Such events will be read via a newsreader (think of HBO's Rome). Characters can react to such events IC when they're posted if they would like, or mention them in their own separate threads.

I plan to have all of these updates/changes finished by the end of this week. It will not really affect any of your usual RPing--so go on and write and thread as you always do! If there are any questions, send me a PM, or Anthony if I'm not available.

AND BE ON THE LOOKOUT FOR THE FIRST IC PLOT ANNOUNCEMENT SOON!]]>
I'm sure that most if not all of you have read that our beloved Gothic has decided to retire from RPing here at AeRo. As a part of that decision, Gothy and I talked about what to do with the site and where it should go from here. I have been with AeRo almost since the very beginning, and have been a staff member (in varying forms) for the past several years. While I have never completely managed a site of this caliber as the main admin, I decided that I would step up and do my best to fill Gothy's shoes.

As she said in her resignation announcement, she will remain as a tech admin, and will continue with advertising for the site. The everyday administrative work will fall on my shoulders, and on Anthony's--as he has recently been recruited as a Super Moderator to help me out in keeping the site running. I have a few changes planned for the site, all aimed at hopefully making things better and more engaging for the community.

Foremost among those changes is the way the plot of AeRo develops. On a site like this--where some players want characters involved in world-wide events, and some players could care less--it's always difficult to manage the progression of an overall plot. All too often the "plot" becomes the actions and stories of a handful of characters. In the past, more often than not, the plot of AeRo has been discussed and decided behind closed doors, so to speak, in the staff area. I want to put an end to that.

I want everyone on the site to have a say in where the story goes. I personally encourage friendly competition between characters (IC only of course); I encourage ambitious characters who have a realistic goal of taking over the empire, or just power in general, whatever the form. I encourage characters who get themselves into positions that could lead to their ultimate victory, or their inevitable death. AeRo has always had a great community, and I think we can use that strength to communally create and guide the future of AeRo's story.

In addition to that, there will be some organizational changes to the boards in the OOC area (none of the IC boards for Rome/the world will change); and some cleaning of old threads. For a full list of planned changes that will come soon, read the spoiler below.
Spoiler:

This is copied straight out of my draft in the staff sub-board.

(1) Reorganizing the boards
  • I'm going to get rid of a few sub-boards, and condense others into the same general area just so there's not too much clutter. The only boards that will be changing are the OOC areas--the IC boards for Rome won't be touched.

(2) Cleaning up inactive accounts & their profiles
  • Take the list of people that replied to the AC (minus the members who've left recently), and cross-check it with the accepted characters area. Any characters not on the list (or those who've left) should be sorted into the "archived characters" sub-board.
  • I'll go into the admin cp and delete the accounts for the same characters.

(3) Updating various threads
  • The Face Claim and Who's Who lists will need to be updated after we've gone through and made a list of the characters that are no longer with us. We can keep the claims for those characters of Gothy's that she's putting up for adoption.

(4) Cleaning the board
  • I'm going to do away with the various registries (marriages, births, deaths, etc.); the players can keep track of those things themselves. Also, any IC threads dating before March should be moved into the archives to IC Archives-->58 AD-Current Archives-->60 AD.

(5) Update the Information Directory
  • I plan on making this a little easier to navigate. Any information that is essential for AeRo--the history, info. that is needed for AeRo's story, etc. will remain. Anything that's just basic information on Rome I'm going to remove from the site and link to other places with the same information.


--------------------------------------------------
To speak more of the plot: Of course, with Gothy leaving (and the departure of a few other players recently as well) there are quite a few major characters without players. In order to bring the site to a point where it is something of an open book, Anthony and I have come up with a series of events that will shake the IC world of AeRo. There will be A LOT happening over a somewhat short period of time. Some of the events will be threaded, but many of them will simply be IC announcements.

This will be the beginning of a new way of announcing plot events, via IC updates. Many events will occur that don't directly involve any PCs, but will directly/indirectly affect or influence the lives of PCs. Such events will be read via a newsreader (think of HBO's Rome). Characters can react to such events IC when they're posted if they would like, or mention them in their own separate threads.

I plan to have all of these updates/changes finished by the end of this week. It will not really affect any of your usual RPing--so go on and write and thread as you always do! If there are any questions, send me a PM, or Anthony if I'm not available.

AND BE ON THE LOOKOUT FOR THE FIRST IC PLOT ANNOUNCEMENT SOON!]]> <![CDATA[A new friend(Tacita)]]> http://www.aeternaroma.com/showthread.php?tid=62433 Tue, 21 May 2013 14:06:49 -0400 http://www.aeternaroma.com/showthread.php?tid=62433 Early May 60AD
mid-morning

Cassander was resting when Lucius had snuck away so the teen didn't really know at the moment. There on the pillow next to him was his kitten Pulchra asleep still. His eyes slowly opened after a while of a nice rest. Softly rubbing at his eyes he yawned and looked around seeing a little note on Lucius' pillow it was taken by his hand. Reading it he yawned again trying to wake up, it was okay that Lucius went out to get somethings done he would be there. Petting his sleeping kitten he moved to stretch and found his breakfast sitting there waiting for him, a huge tray to. Seeing his clothes all out for him nice new clothes as well which he loved. Since the silver sapphire set chain wasn't ready yet he could wait for that. Wrapping a fur around himself he went to get cleaned up first off and took care of himself but let another slave take care of his long blond locks for him. Turning his head to spot the guard watching over him for Lucius, Cassander wouldn't ask the guard to go off since the guard was there to protect him.

But he did ask the guard to turn around so he could get dried off and covered up again. In the cloth and fur around him he headed back to the bedroom to eat and get dressed for the day. Sitting in the company of the guard and another slave he softly hummed, petting Pulchra on the head once she was on the table next to him. It took him a bit but he ate everything on the tray and allowed it to be taken for him. Glancing at the guard from under the fringes covering his eyes he smiled and started to dress in privacy. All done he headed out to find Tacita to bond with her he wanted a new friend and hoped he would have one. Exploring the villa with the guard, trying to find Tacita.]]> Early May 60AD
mid-morning

Cassander was resting when Lucius had snuck away so the teen didn't really know at the moment. There on the pillow next to him was his kitten Pulchra asleep still. His eyes slowly opened after a while of a nice rest. Softly rubbing at his eyes he yawned and looked around seeing a little note on Lucius' pillow it was taken by his hand. Reading it he yawned again trying to wake up, it was okay that Lucius went out to get somethings done he would be there. Petting his sleeping kitten he moved to stretch and found his breakfast sitting there waiting for him, a huge tray to. Seeing his clothes all out for him nice new clothes as well which he loved. Since the silver sapphire set chain wasn't ready yet he could wait for that. Wrapping a fur around himself he went to get cleaned up first off and took care of himself but let another slave take care of his long blond locks for him. Turning his head to spot the guard watching over him for Lucius, Cassander wouldn't ask the guard to go off since the guard was there to protect him.

But he did ask the guard to turn around so he could get dried off and covered up again. In the cloth and fur around him he headed back to the bedroom to eat and get dressed for the day. Sitting in the company of the guard and another slave he softly hummed, petting Pulchra on the head once she was on the table next to him. It took him a bit but he ate everything on the tray and allowed it to be taken for him. Glancing at the guard from under the fringes covering his eyes he smiled and started to dress in privacy. All done he headed out to find Tacita to bond with her he wanted a new friend and hoped he would have one. Exploring the villa with the guard, trying to find Tacita.]]> <![CDATA[Lilies drifting in the water plots]]> http://www.aeternaroma.com/showthread.php?tid=62432 Tue, 21 May 2013 13:20:09 -0400 http://www.aeternaroma.com/showthread.php?tid=62432 Alrightiepoohs this is just for my noble girl Liliana since Cassander & Caio are good for plots. Tongue So onto it, she's 15 years old and the only daughter of Lucius Papirius Crassus (Minor) & Marcia Philippa. This lovely young lady is scared to death of marrying her Betrothed Numerius Julius Mento. So that's just a bit about her there.

She's in needs of different plots, friends, maybe an enemy or two, other males who start problems with Liliana by stalking her almost and go after Numerius maybe. Women who could help with her fears of getting married but not all pushy about it.

Will add more once I think of it.]]> Alrightiepoohs this is just for my noble girl Liliana since Cassander & Caio are good for plots. Tongue So onto it, she's 15 years old and the only daughter of Lucius Papirius Crassus (Minor) & Marcia Philippa. This lovely young lady is scared to death of marrying her Betrothed Numerius Julius Mento. So that's just a bit about her there.

She's in needs of different plots, friends, maybe an enemy or two, other males who start problems with Liliana by stalking her almost and go after Numerius maybe. Women who could help with her fears of getting married but not all pushy about it.

Will add more once I think of it.]]> <![CDATA[Resignation]]> http://www.aeternaroma.com/showthread.php?tid=62431 Tue, 21 May 2013 12:58:53 -0400 http://www.aeternaroma.com/showthread.php?tid=62431
I'm a repeat offender on the falling off the face of the earth thing, and I apologize for that. My professional creative life is picking up, and the sad part is it doesn't leave a lot of time or extra creative juice for gaming with you. So this is it. No pussy-footing around it or making vague promises to come back because I can't see a time when I will have the resources to give you the attention you deserve.

Chris, please inactivate my accounts. I secretly hope Junus goes NPC or dies, but I won't know what happens so do whatever you think best for the game and the plot.

It's been fun! Best to everyone!

-Daniel/Hekatos]]>
I'm a repeat offender on the falling off the face of the earth thing, and I apologize for that. My professional creative life is picking up, and the sad part is it doesn't leave a lot of time or extra creative juice for gaming with you. So this is it. No pussy-footing around it or making vague promises to come back because I can't see a time when I will have the resources to give you the attention you deserve.

Chris, please inactivate my accounts. I secretly hope Junus goes NPC or dies, but I won't know what happens so do whatever you think best for the game and the plot.

It's been fun! Best to everyone!

-Daniel/Hekatos]]> <![CDATA[Recreation {Lucius Antonius}]]> http://www.aeternaroma.com/showthread.php?tid=62430 Tue, 21 May 2013 05:00:29 -0400 http://www.aeternaroma.com/showthread.php?tid=62430 Mid-May, 60 AD

Adonis had received a message earlier in the day that one of his returning clients wanted to see him again. He definitely didn’t mind that. Lucius was a handsome man and also kind and Adonis enjoyed spending time with him. So he spent the day making his small insula look presentable enough and informed his apprentice that this evening at least, she should find somewhere else to be at. Lucius would most likely prefer to have Adonis all to himself, and he didn’t want to disappoint his likable client.

His home wasn’t in the poorest part of the Subura Absidata, but it was still not in the fanciest part of Rome either. And Adonis could also not brag about having a large home, but it wasn’t really needed, was it? It was large enough for the one man and his female apprentice who lived there, and he’d done his best to decorate it and make it look pretty. There was even a tiny atrium, but no peristyle. The insula only contained a few rooms, but Adonis had decorated it to look its best – he liked that things looked good, and years of servicing the upper classes of Rome and visiting their homes had given him a taste for luxury.

It did not take too long to make the home look pretty though, so he took a little time to go out and buy something simple they could snack on… grapes, dates and other kinds of simple food. Adonis had already visited the local baths in the morning, so all he had to do now was get dressed to look his best. For now, he chose a simple blue and light tunica with golden edges, nothing too fancy, he didn’t know how long it would stay on anyway or what Lucius would want him for tonight. The last few times, his client had needed distraction from incidents in his life that made him less happy… and Adonis had provided all the distraction Lucius needed.

Now however, all he had to do was waiting for the other to arrive and then he’d find out what was on the other’s mind tonight.]]> Mid-May, 60 AD

Adonis had received a message earlier in the day that one of his returning clients wanted to see him again. He definitely didn’t mind that. Lucius was a handsome man and also kind and Adonis enjoyed spending time with him. So he spent the day making his small insula look presentable enough and informed his apprentice that this evening at least, she should find somewhere else to be at. Lucius would most likely prefer to have Adonis all to himself, and he didn’t want to disappoint his likable client.

His home wasn’t in the poorest part of the Subura Absidata, but it was still not in the fanciest part of Rome either. And Adonis could also not brag about having a large home, but it wasn’t really needed, was it? It was large enough for the one man and his female apprentice who lived there, and he’d done his best to decorate it and make it look pretty. There was even a tiny atrium, but no peristyle. The insula only contained a few rooms, but Adonis had decorated it to look its best – he liked that things looked good, and years of servicing the upper classes of Rome and visiting their homes had given him a taste for luxury.

It did not take too long to make the home look pretty though, so he took a little time to go out and buy something simple they could snack on… grapes, dates and other kinds of simple food. Adonis had already visited the local baths in the morning, so all he had to do now was get dressed to look his best. For now, he chose a simple blue and light tunica with golden edges, nothing too fancy, he didn’t know how long it would stay on anyway or what Lucius would want him for tonight. The last few times, his client had needed distraction from incidents in his life that made him less happy… and Adonis had provided all the distraction Lucius needed.

Now however, all he had to do was waiting for the other to arrive and then he’d find out what was on the other’s mind tonight.]]> <![CDATA[Resignation]]> http://www.aeternaroma.com/showthread.php?tid=62429 Mon, 20 May 2013 20:05:08 -0400 http://www.aeternaroma.com/showthread.php?tid=62429
You guys have been utterly amazing people, very creative, friendly and supportive. I can't have asked for a better community of writers to help to create a fascinating story and unfortunately that story must continue on without me. I will still be around to say hi occasionally, to manage the hosting, software upgrades and advertise for the community. So don't worry about that!

But I will no longer be around to administrate the site or to rp with you all. I'm sorry to do this to you all, and there has been no fault of anyone to have led me to do it either. I've just moved on and it's not fair for me to hold back the story or plots, I hope you all understand.

I leave you both in the very capable hands of Chris, Riv, and the newly appointed Anthony. Along with anyone else Chris decides to hire to assist him in keeping the site active.

If you are connected to my characters, feel free to request them as adoptables or to have them killed off. The only ones with specific plans are Lucilla, with Octavius, Livius, Alaric, being put up as adoptables while the others are up to those who are connected to them to decide. If you need any assistance with organising your plots, please don't hesitate to contact me.

Lots of love,

Gothy]]>
You guys have been utterly amazing people, very creative, friendly and supportive. I can't have asked for a better community of writers to help to create a fascinating story and unfortunately that story must continue on without me. I will still be around to say hi occasionally, to manage the hosting, software upgrades and advertise for the community. So don't worry about that!

But I will no longer be around to administrate the site or to rp with you all. I'm sorry to do this to you all, and there has been no fault of anyone to have led me to do it either. I've just moved on and it's not fair for me to hold back the story or plots, I hope you all understand.

I leave you both in the very capable hands of Chris, Riv, and the newly appointed Anthony. Along with anyone else Chris decides to hire to assist him in keeping the site active.

If you are connected to my characters, feel free to request them as adoptables or to have them killed off. The only ones with specific plans are Lucilla, with Octavius, Livius, Alaric, being put up as adoptables while the others are up to those who are connected to them to decide. If you need any assistance with organising your plots, please don't hesitate to contact me.

Lots of love,

Gothy]]> <![CDATA[I hate doing this..]]> http://www.aeternaroma.com/showthread.php?tid=62426 Sun, 19 May 2013 09:59:28 -0400 http://www.aeternaroma.com/showthread.php?tid=62426
I've enjoyed my time on AeRo, and there are some really amazing writers here. I'm just sorry that I couldn't salvage my enthusiasm for my characters.

I particularly want to thank Chris, Anthony and Gothy for bearing with me and being so willing to plot and thread.

Take care everyone. *hugs all around*]]>
I've enjoyed my time on AeRo, and there are some really amazing writers here. I'm just sorry that I couldn't salvage my enthusiasm for my characters.

I particularly want to thank Chris, Anthony and Gothy for bearing with me and being so willing to plot and thread.

Take care everyone. *hugs all around*]]> <![CDATA[Delaying new threads to focus on existing ones]]> http://www.aeternaroma.com/showthread.php?tid=62425 Sun, 19 May 2013 07:31:01 -0400 http://www.aeternaroma.com/showthread.php?tid=62425
Cheers,
Anthony]]>
Cheers,
Anthony]]> <![CDATA[Regarding the Future (Barbara)]]> http://www.aeternaroma.com/showthread.php?tid=62424 Fri, 17 May 2013 23:43:02 -0400 http://www.aeternaroma.com/showthread.php?tid=62424 Mid-June, 60 AD

The last time he had been in Rome, Publius Aelius expected--quite pessimistically--that he would most likely never return. He signed his life over to the legions; he started with four years in Britannia. His plan had been to serve his four years fighting the Britons, and then move elsewhere in the empire for another four, and so on again and again until he had served the 12-15 years necessary for retirement. With retirement he would receive land somewhere--most likely Britannia or Dacia--land enough to build a home upon. Because he entered the legions young, he would be only a little over thirty upon his retirement, leaving him plenty young to find a wife and raise children. He would not be gone for his son's formative years as his father had been for his.

His plans, then, well thought out as they might have been, were completely disrupted when Governor Silanus called upon him. Publius was told that his grandfather, Nero Suetonius, had died, and that because of Renius' earlier death, Publius was set to inherit the family wealth--which had become a small fortune. It was enough, according to Silanus, to raise Publius into the knightly class--something that he had never factored into his plans. He understood that a rise in status would also a mean a rise in responsibilities. Publius would certainly become the client of a more prestigious senator, and he would likewise make himself the patron of younger, poorer Romans.

Barely a man at his age, Publius hadn't the slightest inclinations what being a proper Roman nobleman meant. The only example he had seen had been Renius, and wealthy though he may have been, Publius was not so sure whether Renius was proper in anything that he did. And so, with all of these thoughts and more, Publius Aelius returned to Rome in the middle of the sixth month. He was intent on finding political support where he could, but first he wanted to see his family. He had not written to his mother in some months until he wrote to inform her that he would be returning home. His step-father Alaric would surely be interested to hear of his battle stories--German that he was. And, then there was Barbara.

Though she was not a Roman by blood, in the weeks that followed his return home, Publius felt as if she could relate to him more than his mother or even her father. The two of them were close in age and both had the fear of an uncertain future looming before them. He found it relaxing to speak with her, and so he quite often found himself seeking her out within their shared home.

"Barbara," he called out, standing at the edge of her room, to door to which was closed, "are you terribly busy? I have something I had thought to give you, but forgot until just now." In his hands he held a brooch of British design. He thought that perhaps she would like the intricacies in the metalwork--he certainly did.]]> Mid-June, 60 AD

The last time he had been in Rome, Publius Aelius expected--quite pessimistically--that he would most likely never return. He signed his life over to the legions; he started with four years in Britannia. His plan had been to serve his four years fighting the Britons, and then move elsewhere in the empire for another four, and so on again and again until he had served the 12-15 years necessary for retirement. With retirement he would receive land somewhere--most likely Britannia or Dacia--land enough to build a home upon. Because he entered the legions young, he would be only a little over thirty upon his retirement, leaving him plenty young to find a wife and raise children. He would not be gone for his son's formative years as his father had been for his.

His plans, then, well thought out as they might have been, were completely disrupted when Governor Silanus called upon him. Publius was told that his grandfather, Nero Suetonius, had died, and that because of Renius' earlier death, Publius was set to inherit the family wealth--which had become a small fortune. It was enough, according to Silanus, to raise Publius into the knightly class--something that he had never factored into his plans. He understood that a rise in status would also a mean a rise in responsibilities. Publius would certainly become the client of a more prestigious senator, and he would likewise make himself the patron of younger, poorer Romans.

Barely a man at his age, Publius hadn't the slightest inclinations what being a proper Roman nobleman meant. The only example he had seen had been Renius, and wealthy though he may have been, Publius was not so sure whether Renius was proper in anything that he did. And so, with all of these thoughts and more, Publius Aelius returned to Rome in the middle of the sixth month. He was intent on finding political support where he could, but first he wanted to see his family. He had not written to his mother in some months until he wrote to inform her that he would be returning home. His step-father Alaric would surely be interested to hear of his battle stories--German that he was. And, then there was Barbara.

Though she was not a Roman by blood, in the weeks that followed his return home, Publius felt as if she could relate to him more than his mother or even her father. The two of them were close in age and both had the fear of an uncertain future looming before them. He found it relaxing to speak with her, and so he quite often found himself seeking her out within their shared home.

"Barbara," he called out, standing at the edge of her room, to door to which was closed, "are you terribly busy? I have something I had thought to give you, but forgot until just now." In his hands he held a brooch of British design. He thought that perhaps she would like the intricacies in the metalwork--he certainly did.]]> <![CDATA[TACITA]]> http://www.aeternaroma.com/showthread.php?tid=62423 Fri, 17 May 2013 15:34:02 -0400 http://www.aeternaroma.com/showthread.php?tid=62423 -----------------------------------------------------
THE WRITER
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NAME/ALIAS: Jenn
AGE: 29
EXPERIENCE: Over 10 years
OTHER CHARACTERS: Barbara Stilicha, Valeria Julia
CONTACT: MSN, PM, CBOX (Jenn)

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THE CHARACTER
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NAME: Tacita
DATE OF BIRTH: September 26, 48 AD (14 years old)
GENDER: Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual

CITIZENSHIP:
-- Non Civium, Mancipiae, Servus

OCCUPATION: Kitchen Slave primarily but also a general house slave


LIKES:
*Cooking/Baking
*Her current Master
*Trips to the market
*Growing herbs for the kitchen
*Noise and activity- since her life is so quiet
DISLIKES::
*Not having a functioning voice- Luckily has a Master who seems to have a sense of what she is trying to say via her gestures or the guards helping interpret
*People thinking she is dumb- There is almost always a dialogue going on in her head
*Not knowing who she is- abandoned at birth but has also accepted that this is the way of her life
*Bland food & Being idle- she is always playing around in the kitchen or find something else to do
FEARS: [list at least three]
*Small dark places
*Losing what little sound she can make or also losing her hearing
*One day being sold again- she is very happy where she is
ASPIRATIONS:
*To communicate better with people
*To one day marry & have children
*To continue doing what she loves- no desire to be freed at the moment provided she gets to keep cooking for her living

GENERAL PERSONALITY:
Tacita has been a slave her entire life as she was sold very young. As such she does not a lifestyle any different. As a child to keep her out of trouble she was more often than not kept in the kitchens helping the slaves out in there and that was where her love of the kitchen was born. Due to her inability to carry on a conversation Tacita often finds social situations very awkward but in the kitchen the food doesn’t care that she can only produce non-descript noises. Provided you don’t treat her like an idiot Tacita is very pleasant and simply wants to live her life and do what she loves doing- cooking.

Tacita learned she was abandoned at birth by her real family simply because they thought she was cursed by the Gods. Society thought people who were ‘afflicted’/abnormal were either the fault of the woman for doing something wrong or were cursed by the Gods- although there was knowledge of the body her deficit could not be explained as she clearly has vocal cords (can produce sounds) but unable to produce actually words. Because she was assumed to be cursed, whether on the part of the Gods or her mother’s actions, her parents simply abandoned her by a riverside and this is where her desire to NOT be freed came from- one could say it’s a fear as well as an aspiration. Being freed would mean that she was once again alone in the world. At least as a slave she is part of a household. She is very content to simply stay where she is.

One thing Tacita learned early in life is that people often assume that because she can’t speak she is ‘dumb’ but don’t let her disability fool you there is a full conversation often going on in her head and although she is generally pleasant sometimes it is a good thing she can’t speak her mind. Being a slave and always having a fear of punishment in the back of her mind, although her current master is a blessing, Tacita would never be fully hostile to someone she didn’t like but people who assume she is ‘dumb’ are high on her ‘I hate you list’.

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APPEARANCE
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[Image: EmiliaClarke.jpg]

CELEBRITY CLAIM: Emilia Clarke
HAIR: Dark Brown
EYES: Dark Brown
BUILD: Slim but stronger that she seems
HEIGHT: Barely 5’
STYLE OF DRESS: Long Tunica, sandals or bare feet

GENERAL APPEARANCE:
For the most part Tacita might be described as mousy but that is often because her appearance and disability are assumed to go together. Her physique is that of someone who has worked hard all her life but started off with barely anything to begin with. Being a servant, and one with such a disability, she often got the scraps left over and spent many hours of her days running around the kitchens/gardens gathering this and that for the cooks so she never seemed to put any fat on her body. To this day her body is tiny and slim but what she does have is muscle- although she is ‘tiny’ she is stronger than she looks. She stands at barely 5 feet tall but being a servant she more often than not has her gaze on the floor so height is not an issue- she doesn’t have to look most people directly in the eye…although her current master does not seem to demand the docile subservient behaviour. If she does give you her gaze, her dark eyes and dark hair against her pale skin is a very striking contrast. Her hair and eyes are so dark that they could almost pass as black but there is a just enough warmth in them to make them inviting and not cold/harsh- think a good comforting piece of dark chocolate. As her skin tone is very pale it is not uncommon for her to have bruises on her body- it is not because she is beaten it is simply because she marks up easily. It takes a very little brush for her to end up with a bruise but luckily they are rarely serious and easily hidden under her dresses. She does have a scar on her right outer thigh from a childhood accident- that spawned her fear of small dark places. Tacita had been out gathering herbs from the hillside garden of a former master’s house and fell into a crevice. She wasn’t hurt other than the 3” cut on her thigh and some bruising but she was there for a while because she was unable to call for help- the best she could do was squeaky cry. Eventually she was found but the wound wasn’t well treated and she ended up with a scar.
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FAMILY & HISTORY
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PARENTS:
--Father – Unknown-Abandoned @ Birth
--Mother - Unknown-Abandoned @ Birth
SIBLINGS: Uknown-Abandoned @ Birth
SPOUSE(S): N/A
CHILDREN: N/A
OTHER RELATIONS:
--Master – Lucius Antonius Octavianus, July 22, 34AD. 25 turning 26

BIOGRAPHY:
Tacita was born on a late September day and although she was a healthy sized child there was one thing immediately noticeable about the child. Her cry was not a normal infant cry. What came out sounded like a cat that was being drowned in water or a whistling type sound. While her existence now was proof that someone could live with this condition, at the time of her birth her ‘voice’ (or lack thereof) scared her family and she was abandoned by the riverside. She was found by a farmer’s family and the wife kept her long enough to determine whether the child had enough will to live or would fail to live through the winter. Tacita was a tough child and as such survived and life seemed good however the family that found her had a wealth of children and after a few years were unable to keep her any longer. She was given away, sold off and this is where her life as a slave began.
The early years of her life were a blur of memories. Birthdays came and went with little acknowledgement. If it hadn’t for the fact that farmer’s family who originally took her in estimated her age/date of birth and passed that information on when she was sold initially she might not even have an approximate age. At the age of five, two years after initially sold, it was decided she needed to start pulling her weight around the Domus and she was given to the slaves in the kitchen to use as necessary. They had her helping in the gardens- pulling weeds, gathering herbs & food etc as well as small tasks in the kitchen. About 8 years old she was out gathering up on of the hillsides she slipped into a crevice. She lay injured in the bottom of the crevice ‘crying’ for help but no help ever seemed to come. By the time someone clued in that she had not come back yet and went looking for her before their master found out and was angry that a slave had ‘run away’ she had been trapped there most of the day. She was taken home and after being cleaned up other than bruises the only wound she had was a cut on her right thigh that would later form a scar but the experience scared her and she did not like to venture far from the kitchen for quite some time after that. Instead she took to tasks in the kitchen and learned to cook some favoured dishes.
Life was going well, or at least she thought so. It was well known around the Domus that young little Tacita could not speak and occasionally her Master would send for her if he was doing business he wished to be kept silent but still needed a slave around to serve food/do his bidding. He knew that she would be unable to ‘spill’ his secrets to the world and both he and his wife appreciated that. She was ‘prized’ for two skills- her cooking and her silence…the second being a VERY rare skill because even slaves sometimes gossip. Her Master had some shadiness to him and eventually this shadiness caught up to him and he was executed/his household seized.
Now a developing 13 year old Tacita when she re-emerged onto the slave block she feared that she would be bought by a brothel or something horrific but she was specifically displayed for her abilities to cook as well as her silence. The slave owner said he had a young beauty who by the ‘curse’ of the Gods was born without the ability to talk back to an owner so they could use her for whatever purpose they wanted and she couldn’t say anything but she was also given the gifts of Vesta, the Goddess of the Hearth/home, in that she could make even the most simple food seem decadent. Upon hearing his first comment of her inability to speak and a master being able to use her for whatever purposes she had flashed back to her previous master, the one who had been VERY shady but luck seemed to be on her side when she was bid on by her current Master- Lucius Antonius Octavianus. So far he has been one of the first people who has not thought she was a complete incompetent idiot simply because she can not speak and he has not been harsh to her at all. Tacita is still hesitant and easily embarrassed/flustered but she feels she is in the best place she could possibly be at the moment.

TIMELINE:
September 26, 48 AD—Tacita born to a slave/farming family but once her disability/curse is discovered she is abandoned by the riverside.
September, 48 AD – Found by another farming family in a nearby town and they bring her home. Life seems good but family struggles after a few years.
Spring, 50 AD – Tacita is barely three years when she is sold off initially for coin so that the family can buy grain to plant their fields with. Had she been a biological child they might not have sold her but as much as they loved her it was necessary.
52 AD – It is felt that Tacita needs to start pulling her weight so she is sent into the kitchens to help the slaves in there with basic prep work- striping herbs off stems, kneading etc.
55 AD – Tacita is up in the hills gathering herbs/mushrooms and falls into a crevice. Unable to call for help beyond a squeaky cry she remains there all day. Someone only comes looking for her when she doesn’t return to assist with the evening meal. Found and brought home- end result a couple of bruises and a cut on her right thigh.
55-59 AD – Tacita has become prized for two skills in her master’s household. Not only for her cooking/pastries but also for her ability to now ‘spill’ her master’s secrets. Although she is still young in the eyes of many whenever her master has business he doesn’t want ‘discussed’ outside the room he would have Tacita do the serving because he knew she was UNABLE to gossip about him.
59 AD – Her former master’s activities have caught up to him and his slaves are put back up on the block. Tacita fears that she will end up somewhere unsavoury- especially when the slaver starts saying that she is not only blessed by Vesta when it comes to cooking but also ‘cursed’ with the inability to speak therefore she has a great ability to keep secrets, however she is lucky enough to be purchased by Lucius Antonius Octavianus.

OTHER: Wanted Character= belonging to Chlocelot]]> -----------------------------------------------------
THE WRITER
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NAME/ALIAS: Jenn
AGE: 29
EXPERIENCE: Over 10 years
OTHER CHARACTERS: Barbara Stilicha, Valeria Julia
CONTACT: MSN, PM, CBOX (Jenn)

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THE CHARACTER
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NAME: Tacita
DATE OF BIRTH: September 26, 48 AD (14 years old)
GENDER: Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual

CITIZENSHIP:
-- Non Civium, Mancipiae, Servus

OCCUPATION: Kitchen Slave primarily but also a general house slave


LIKES:
*Cooking/Baking
*Her current Master
*Trips to the market
*Growing herbs for the kitchen
*Noise and activity- since her life is so quiet
DISLIKES::
*Not having a functioning voice- Luckily has a Master who seems to have a sense of what she is trying to say via her gestures or the guards helping interpret
*People thinking she is dumb- There is almost always a dialogue going on in her head
*Not knowing who she is- abandoned at birth but has also accepted that this is the way of her life
*Bland food & Being idle- she is always playing around in the kitchen or find something else to do
FEARS: [list at least three]
*Small dark places
*Losing what little sound she can make or also losing her hearing
*One day being sold again- she is very happy where she is
ASPIRATIONS:
*To communicate better with people
*To one day marry & have children
*To continue doing what she loves- no desire to be freed at the moment provided she gets to keep cooking for her living

GENERAL PERSONALITY:
Tacita has been a slave her entire life as she was sold very young. As such she does not a lifestyle any different. As a child to keep her out of trouble she was more often than not kept in the kitchens helping the slaves out in there and that was where her love of the kitchen was born. Due to her inability to carry on a conversation Tacita often finds social situations very awkward but in the kitchen the food doesn’t care that she can only produce non-descript noises. Provided you don’t treat her like an idiot Tacita is very pleasant and simply wants to live her life and do what she loves doing- cooking.

Tacita learned she was abandoned at birth by her real family simply because they thought she was cursed by the Gods. Society thought people who were ‘afflicted’/abnormal were either the fault of the woman for doing something wrong or were cursed by the Gods- although there was knowledge of the body her deficit could not be explained as she clearly has vocal cords (can produce sounds) but unable to produce actually words. Because she was assumed to be cursed, whether on the part of the Gods or her mother’s actions, her parents simply abandoned her by a riverside and this is where her desire to NOT be freed came from- one could say it’s a fear as well as an aspiration. Being freed would mean that she was once again alone in the world. At least as a slave she is part of a household. She is very content to simply stay where she is.

One thing Tacita learned early in life is that people often assume that because she can’t speak she is ‘dumb’ but don’t let her disability fool you there is a full conversation often going on in her head and although she is generally pleasant sometimes it is a good thing she can’t speak her mind. Being a slave and always having a fear of punishment in the back of her mind, although her current master is a blessing, Tacita would never be fully hostile to someone she didn’t like but people who assume she is ‘dumb’ are high on her ‘I hate you list’.

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CELEBRITY CLAIM: Emilia Clarke
HAIR: Dark Brown
EYES: Dark Brown
BUILD: Slim but stronger that she seems
HEIGHT: Barely 5’
STYLE OF DRESS: Long Tunica, sandals or bare feet

GENERAL APPEARANCE:
For the most part Tacita might be described as mousy but that is often because her appearance and disability are assumed to go together. Her physique is that of someone who has worked hard all her life but started off with barely anything to begin with. Being a servant, and one with such a disability, she often got the scraps left over and spent many hours of her days running around the kitchens/gardens gathering this and that for the cooks so she never seemed to put any fat on her body. To this day her body is tiny and slim but what she does have is muscle- although she is ‘tiny’ she is stronger than she looks. She stands at barely 5 feet tall but being a servant she more often than not has her gaze on the floor so height is not an issue- she doesn’t have to look most people directly in the eye…although her current master does not seem to demand the docile subservient behaviour. If she does give you her gaze, her dark eyes and dark hair against her pale skin is a very striking contrast. Her hair and eyes are so dark that they could almost pass as black but there is a just enough warmth in them to make them inviting and not cold/harsh- think a good comforting piece of dark chocolate. As her skin tone is very pale it is not uncommon for her to have bruises on her body- it is not because she is beaten it is simply because she marks up easily. It takes a very little brush for her to end up with a bruise but luckily they are rarely serious and easily hidden under her dresses. She does have a scar on her right outer thigh from a childhood accident- that spawned her fear of small dark places. Tacita had been out gathering herbs from the hillside garden of a former master’s house and fell into a crevice. She wasn’t hurt other than the 3” cut on her thigh and some bruising but she was there for a while because she was unable to call for help- the best she could do was squeaky cry. Eventually she was found but the wound wasn’t well treated and she ended up with a scar.
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FAMILY & HISTORY
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PARENTS:
--Father – Unknown-Abandoned @ Birth
--Mother - Unknown-Abandoned @ Birth
SIBLINGS: Uknown-Abandoned @ Birth
SPOUSE(S): N/A
CHILDREN: N/A
OTHER RELATIONS:
--Master – Lucius Antonius Octavianus, July 22, 34AD. 25 turning 26

BIOGRAPHY:
Tacita was born on a late September day and although she was a healthy sized child there was one thing immediately noticeable about the child. Her cry was not a normal infant cry. What came out sounded like a cat that was being drowned in water or a whistling type sound. While her existence now was proof that someone could live with this condition, at the time of her birth her ‘voice’ (or lack thereof) scared her family and she was abandoned by the riverside. She was found by a farmer’s family and the wife kept her long enough to determine whether the child had enough will to live or would fail to live through the winter. Tacita was a tough child and as such survived and life seemed good however the family that found her had a wealth of children and after a few years were unable to keep her any longer. She was given away, sold off and this is where her life as a slave began.
The early years of her life were a blur of memories. Birthdays came and went with little acknowledgement. If it hadn’t for the fact that farmer’s family who originally took her in estimated her age/date of birth and passed that information on when she was sold initially she might not even have an approximate age. At the age of five, two years after initially sold, it was decided she needed to start pulling her weight around the Domus and she was given to the slaves in the kitchen to use as necessary. They had her helping in the gardens- pulling weeds, gathering herbs & food etc as well as small tasks in the kitchen. About 8 years old she was out gathering up on of the hillsides she slipped into a crevice. She lay injured in the bottom of the crevice ‘crying’ for help but no help ever seemed to come. By the time someone clued in that she had not come back yet and went looking for her before their master found out and was angry that a slave had ‘run away’ she had been trapped there most of the day. She was taken home and after being cleaned up other than bruises the only wound she had was a cut on her right thigh that would later form a scar but the experience scared her and she did not like to venture far from the kitchen for quite some time after that. Instead she took to tasks in the kitchen and learned to cook some favoured dishes.
Life was going well, or at least she thought so. It was well known around the Domus that young little Tacita could not speak and occasionally her Master would send for her if he was doing business he wished to be kept silent but still needed a slave around to serve food/do his bidding. He knew that she would be unable to ‘spill’ his secrets to the world and both he and his wife appreciated that. She was ‘prized’ for two skills- her cooking and her silence…the second being a VERY rare skill because even slaves sometimes gossip. Her Master had some shadiness to him and eventually this shadiness caught up to him and he was executed/his household seized.
Now a developing 13 year old Tacita when she re-emerged onto the slave block she feared that she would be bought by a brothel or something horrific but she was specifically displayed for her abilities to cook as well as her silence. The slave owner said he had a young beauty who by the ‘curse’ of the Gods was born without the ability to talk back to an owner so they could use her for whatever purpose they wanted and she couldn’t say anything but she was also given the gifts of Vesta, the Goddess of the Hearth/home, in that she could make even the most simple food seem decadent. Upon hearing his first comment of her inability to speak and a master being able to use her for whatever purposes she had flashed back to her previous master, the one who had been VERY shady but luck seemed to be on her side when she was bid on by her current Master- Lucius Antonius Octavianus. So far he has been one of the first people who has not thought she was a complete incompetent idiot simply because she can not speak and he has not been harsh to her at all. Tacita is still hesitant and easily embarrassed/flustered but she feels she is in the best place she could possibly be at the moment.

TIMELINE:
September 26, 48 AD—Tacita born to a slave/farming family but once her disability/curse is discovered she is abandoned by the riverside.
September, 48 AD – Found by another farming family in a nearby town and they bring her home. Life seems good but family struggles after a few years.
Spring, 50 AD – Tacita is barely three years when she is sold off initially for coin so that the family can buy grain to plant their fields with. Had she been a biological child they might not have sold her but as much as they loved her it was necessary.
52 AD – It is felt that Tacita needs to start pulling her weight so she is sent into the kitchens to help the slaves in there with basic prep work- striping herbs off stems, kneading etc.
55 AD – Tacita is up in the hills gathering herbs/mushrooms and falls into a crevice. Unable to call for help beyond a squeaky cry she remains there all day. Someone only comes looking for her when she doesn’t return to assist with the evening meal. Found and brought home- end result a couple of bruises and a cut on her right thigh.
55-59 AD – Tacita has become prized for two skills in her master’s household. Not only for her cooking/pastries but also for her ability to now ‘spill’ her master’s secrets. Although she is still young in the eyes of many whenever her master has business he doesn’t want ‘discussed’ outside the room he would have Tacita do the serving because he knew she was UNABLE to gossip about him.
59 AD – Her former master’s activities have caught up to him and his slaves are put back up on the block. Tacita fears that she will end up somewhere unsavoury- especially when the slaver starts saying that she is not only blessed by Vesta when it comes to cooking but also ‘cursed’ with the inability to speak therefore she has a great ability to keep secrets, however she is lucky enough to be purchased by Lucius Antonius Octavianus.

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NAME/ALIAS: Chlocelot
AGE: 23
EXPERIENCE: About 8-9 years now
OTHER CHARACTERS: Lucius Antonius Octavianus
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NAME: Aoife Floine Tréan Bean Mhic Giolla-Gheimhridh. Romans call her ‘Eva’
DATE OF BIRTH: June, 23, 37AD. 24 years old.
GENDER: Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bi-curious

CITIZENSHIP: Non Civium, Mancipiae, Gladiator

OCCUPATION: Gladiator – Dimachaerus generally, although she can be a devastating Sagittarius if put on a horse

LIKES:
  • Laughing and jokes
  • Riding horses, especially Sìne, her mare
  • All her sisters and family
  • Her tribe and what they stand for
  • Her husband and children
  • Fresh fruits at the Spring Festival
  • The laughter of her little sister
  • The twin of her heart Cliona

DISLIKES:
  • Silence in a house or area
  • People who wear too much perfume
  • Roman soldiers and their grabbing hands
  • Sitting doing nothing for days at a time
  • People assuming she can’t speak their tongue and calling her stupid for it
  • A dull blade or ill-made armour

FEARS:
  • One of her sisters forced to live in pain for the rest of their lives; especially Sláine, Niamh, Éadaoin or little Damhnait
  • Seeing her children, sisters or family members at the slave block, dead would be better than that in her opinion
  • Her clan losing their freedom and history to the Roman invasion

ASPIRATIONS:
  • To get out of a cage, even if it’s just into an arena
  • To one day return to her family and home
  • To understand these Romans so she can learn to defeat them

GENERAL PERSONALITY:
Aoife is the definition of a free and wild spirit. From a small child she was the apple of her father’s eye and he could never refuse her anything. She wears what she wants, says what she wants and does what she wants. Astonishingly though, this has not made her a callous or cruel person. While she does not appreciate being told she cannot do something, if the logic prevails, she will usually concede. She also generally has her heart in the right place and her worries are of clan and family over her own. She has always wanted to make her father proud, and somewhere deep down, be the son to him she feels she was supposed to have been.

On a personal level, Aoife often demonstrates a hard and callous exterior to her captors. Her disposition is always regal and her eyes are always dark and stormy. She is crass, uncompromising and unwilling to bend to anyone’s will, no matter the punishments heaped upon her. She also has a reputation for biting and scratching those who try to force themselves upon her. Thus far her only lashing was for breaking a man’s hand after he tried to grab her through the bars of her cell. That and a few cases of biting people whose hands come near had kept most people away from her. To people she likes however, she is completely different.

With her family or people she comes to trust, she is an open, friendly and caring woman who is always laughing. She has a protective streak about a mile wide and will do almost anything to defend the people she loves. She lives to make sure those close to her are taken care of and will help anyone who asks for it, provided they have done her no wrong. She has always had a mouth as crass as sailor’s; but at the moment, soldier’s Latin is all she speaks and it is littered with all sorts of colourful language. Overall, she is a caring and powerful woman who can hold her own if threatened, but is willing to ask for help if she needs it.

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CELEBRITY CLAIM: Laura Schuller
HAIR: Red
EYES: Blue
BUILD: Lithe/Athletic
HEIGHT: 5’9
STYLE OF DRESS:
When she was lady of the house, she would often wear what were thought of as men’s clothes. Long and soft riding trousers, sturdy shoes and a wide belt were often teamed with loose linen tunics and a binding across her breast to keep them in place. She was not the most well-endowed girl, but the bindings helped. Her hair would almost always be loose about her shoulders.
When on the battlefield, she would often wear tight leather trousers with belt that held the scabbards for her blades. She lost the tunic in favour of an ornately decorated leather chest and back plate that laced up the sides over her chest bindings, complemented by a fur cloak gifted from her father and battle paint on exposed skin. Her hair was tamed back into a plain braid.
As a gladiator she wears armour similar to her battle armour, but with arm guards to protect her wrists and elbows and a lack of a cloak.
It is a rare and privileged thing to see her in anything resembling a dress or shift.

GENERAL APPEARANCE:
Aoife is a very tall woman by Roman standards, coming in at a towering 5’9”. Her height is accentuated by her figure: long, lean and strong. The most striking things about her though are her features and her hair. Her hair, not ever been cut, hangs in a tangle of curls to just above her backside. It is a fiery auburn red that veritably glows in the sun. Her skin, which was once fair and pale as milk has freckled from her hours on horseback. Her eyes are an icy blue, known for a complete lack of pity on the battlefield, but a great shine on the occasion that she laughs. She has a wide mouth that she has noticed, occasionally hypnotise listeners when her harsh and abrasive accent leaves them.

She is a graceful woman, but it is the strength in her that makes most step back. As a girl, she cleft a log the thickness of an arm in half with a single swing, and she has only gotten stronger since then. Previously, her musculature was not so pronounced, but since she has lost some of her body fat, it has become more noticeable, the lines of her figure hardening. What throws most people though is that from a distance Aoife, or Eva, looks like a heron: tall, pale and delicate. That illusion is maintained until she opens her mouth or a sword is placed in her hand. Then she can easily be mistaken for a banshee.

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PARENTS:
--Father – Cúmhaighe Ó Floinn | 44, Alive
--Mother – Órlaith Bhán Nic hEoghanáin | 38, Alive
SIBLINGS:
--Sister – Clíona Floine Mhic Giolla-Gheimhridh | 17 May 37AD, 23, Married
----Nephew - Irial Ó Giolla-Gheimhridh | 19 April 59AD, 1, Alive
--Sister – Bláthnaid Floine Bean Uí Fhlannchaidh | 13 August 38AD, 21, Married
----Niece - Órlaith Nic Fhlannchaidh | 9 November 59AD, 6 months, Alive
--Sister – Muirgheal Conmhaighe Bean Uí Caomháin | 18 December 39AD, 20, Married
----Unknown – no name yet | conceived January 60AD
--Sister –Sláine Bhán Conmhaighe Ní Floinn | 11 April 42AD, 18, Unmarried
--Unknown – Fearganainm Cúmhaighe Mc’Floinn | conceived May 43AD, miscarried 15 August 43AD
--Sister – Niamh Conmhaighe Ní Floinn | 8 October 44AD, 15, Unmarried with a suitor
--Sister – Éadaoin Conmhaighe Ní Floinn | 24 March 48AD, 12, Unmarried
--Sister – Meidhbhín Conmhaighe Ní Floinn | conceived November 50AD, miscarried 19 March 51AD
--Sister – Damhnait Óg Conmhaighe Ní Floinn | 22 June 55AD, 4, Unmarried
--Unknown – no name | conceived 22 November 59AD
SPOUSE(S):
--Husband – Maeleachlainn Mac Giolla-Gheimhridh | 30, Killed
CHILDREN:
--Daughter – Meidhbhín Nic Giolla-Gheimhridh | 15 July 57AD, 2-3, Alive
--Son – Tighearnán Ó Giolla-Gheimhridh | 20 April 59AD, 1, Alive
OTHER RELATIONS:
--Master – waiting on a brave and patient soul

BIOGRAPHY:
Aoife was conceived on the evening of the autumn equinox, 35AD. This was the first night Cúmhaighe Ó Floinn spent with wife Órlaith Bhán Nic hEoghanáin, his new young bride. The dark-haired young man was the leader of the Silures tribe, while she was of the Novantae tribe further to the north. Their marriage, while political in nature, was also one of mutual affection after a meeting of the clans. Their relationship has lasted the tests of time as both still live and are still married.

Aoife Conmhaighe Ní Floinn was born on 23 June 36AD, the longest day of the year. The golden rays of the sun still high in the sky as she took her first breath. She was her father’s first born and he was infatuated with his daughter from the moment he laid eyes on her. Little did he know that she was the start of a trend that would soon make his house famous. She was a pale-skinned and wild-haired child, like her mother with a laugh that carried through the house.

Not three months after her birth, Órlaith fell pregnant once again and gave birth to Clíona Conmhaighe Ní Floinn on 17 May 37AD, one month before Aoife’s first birthday. From the moment she found out she had a sister, the two would become inseparable, Clíona doing everything her elder sister did. Aoife and Clíona looked so much alike that they were often mistaken for twins at large festivals, something they seemed to enjoy. They dressed almost alike and Clíona would often ride similar horses to her sister and wear her hair in a similar manner.

They were joined just over year later by Bláthnaid Conmhaighe Ní Floinn on 13 August 38AD. Over their lifetimes, these three would become well known as the ‘Terrors of Ó Floinn’, becoming well known for their fierce pride and steady hearts. The three red-haired daughters of Cúmhaighe were joined by their fourth sister Muirgheal Conmhaighe Ní Floinn on 18 December 39AD, the first daughter to break the trend of red hair. While she still had her mother’s pale skin, she had dark brown hair and was of stockier stature than her sisters. She would follow in their stead though for the first few years of life.

The 23rd to the 31st of May 40AD was the first Spring Festival that the eldest three were able to attend with their parents and it was at this festival that an Ó Floinn family tradition would begin. Aoife who had been trying to see everything at once asked to ride a horse and her father, never one to deny his daughters anything spent the better part of the day teaching her while her sisters, watched. She loved it so much that by the end of the festival, Cúmhaighe had acquired for her a young Ayrshire filly named Sìne. Clíona followed her sister at the Spring Festival of 41AD, being gifted a filly named Bhána. Aoife, who had been riding for a year began to take her sister for rides around the castle and nearby woods, something that they would do together well into adulthood.

The four daughters of Cúmhaighe Ó Floinn were joined by another sister on 11 April 42 AD. This sister was unlike any who had come before her. Sláine Conmhaighe Ní Floinn was given the epithet Bhán hours after her birth, in honour of her fair hair. Sláine began her life as a blonde child whose hair slowly gained a light red tinge as she grew older. It was her milk-white skin however that showed the delicate creature she would become. Always a slighter child than her older sisters, the eldest three would often leave her out of their games and sport. It was never out of spite, just a lack of understanding. It was only Muirgheal who would sometimes come and play games with her when she dared leave her mother’s skirts.

It was June of 42 AD when Floinn Keep was graced with visitors, staying late after the Spring Festival. Aoife did not know why they had stayed, she was not allowed into the main hall in the daytime, although she could sense a tension in the keep itself. All that interested the inquisitive six-year-old was a man from another tribe who was practising with two blades. He looked as though he were dancing and the little girl watched him for a few days before coming to what seemed to be a rash decision. She ran to her father and insisted that she wanted to learn what he was doing. Cúmhaighe, against the wishes of Órlaith, agreed to find her a tutor, fully expecting the girl to get bored and want to stop after a few weeks. He was quite mistaken; Aoife took to her lessons like a fish to water.

The Spring Festival of 43AD saw great happiness in the Silures tribe for a short while. Bláthnaid gained her first horse, a dark-coloured colt named Lor that she quickly learned to ride with her sisters. There was also a sense of relief in the air, from almost all but her mother. Clíona had insisted on learning the sword as her sister did and began her lessons almost as soon as the festival was over. She was not as strong as Aoife, but she was nimble and as her style developed, so did her prowess. Their mother Órlaith also fell pregnant after the festival with what was deemed a fae-blessed child. Unfortunately, the child was not to last. Less than three months into the pregnancy, their mother fell ill and miscarried. Too early to determine the sex, the infant was deemed Fearganainm Mc’Floinn, the one with no name. Aoife, Clíona and Bláthnaid, old enough to understand death, comforted their mother as best they could. While she keened for days, she recovered herself fairly quickly with the help of her other children. She fell pregnant once more, six months later.

The Spring Festival of 44AD saw Muirgheal learn to ride Oscar, a colt bred for her now that the tradition had been firmly established while Bláthnaid began learning to wield the two-handed long sword, much to her sisters’ joy. They had already established a practising schedule and just brought Bláthnaid in while Sláine and Muirgheal watched from doorways and windows. 8 October of that year brought the Ó Floinn family Niamh Conmhaighe Ní Floinn, fair-haired like her sister Sláine before her, but with more red than the older. Her birth helps her mother to forget her lost child as the house fills up with the sounds of small children once more.

The cold winter months were passed by the Floinn household in their own ways, the three eldest practising their weapons while their younger sisters’ watched, parents kept busy with the youngest daughters. It was only in February 46AD that Muirgheal decided that she also wanted to learn a weapon, not the sword like her sisters, but rather the bow. Her father, seeing no reason to refuse, found the girl a tutor and she began to learn. The Spring Festival of that year, colder than most in memory also saw Sláine learn to ride pale grey filly named Rós, the presentation of which was by now a grand affair.

The rest of that year passed with a growing sense of waiting, not only for their mother who was pregnant once more, but for plans their father seemed to have in motion. 24 March 48AD saw the entry of Éadaoin Conmhaighe Ní Floinn, a child with the completion and eyes of her proud father, although she wasn’t what made the gossip flow that year. At the Spring Festival of 48 AD, Aoife, Clíona and Bláthnaid formed a team to compete in the games that were held every year, Muirgheal agreeing to be the fourth if they needed one. The participant’s usually only males, the Floinn girls won almost every prize to be had. Clíona and Aoife won the obstacle race, Bláthnaid won the riding competition, the three won the toss, and Aoife won the blade competition by cleaving a log the thickness of her arm in half with a single swing. Her feat of strength earned her the epithet Tréan, something she holds quite proudly.

Sláine, like her sisters before her was offered a weapon to learn, but declined after a few lessons in Archery, her heart not in battle. A lifetime indoors had her interested in more domestic crafts to her mother’s joy as her sisters were about to gain their first taste of battle. Their father Cúmhaighe Ó Floinn, declared war on their neighbouring tribes of the Demetae and Dobunni to the east and west. He wanted to expand his territory to help support his growing tribe and family. The girls were at first told they could not join until the eldest three ganged up on their father, finally being allowed on an expedition. As most of the battles were barely a dozen men against one another at a time, the girls began to learn skirmish warfare at an alarming pace. What was more, they were good at it, their stature and sex making them rather disarming. The campaign was so successful that they Demetae asked to enter peace agreements to safe their tribesman from further danger. Cúmhaighe Ó Floinn agreed to the terms presented by Grannus, but wanted surety against retribution. That surety came in the form of Grannus’ youngest son, Aeron.

Aeron came to live at Floinn Keep, and from the moment he set foot through the door was the object of attention. Aoife and Clíona, while younger by two and three years respectively, instantly took to treating him as one would a younger sibling, already having much practice in that field. Bláthnaid at 10 years kept back at first, unsure what to make of the boy, but thawed to him over the next few months. Sláine at 6 years and Niamh at 4 were just glad to have a playmate and while Niamh spoke non-stop, Sláine took to following him around. Órlaith herself welcomed the boy, but had her hands full with Éadaoin, did not have much time to see to him, leaving that to those who worked in the castle. He was very quickly swept into the busy world of Floinn Keep.

The next Spring Festival of 49 AD saw Niamh gain Néal, a chocolate coloured colt to ride. The festival was a great success for the sisters once more, most of the prizes going to the young fighters, although house Floinn would be made even more proud the next year. At the festival of 50AD Sláine, who often did not attend outdoor gatherings, was heralded when she produced the culmination of two years of work. She had spun and woven and embroidered a new banner for her house which all that saw stood in awe of. It was a work of art that became the talk of the Festival, bringing the quiet girl out of her shell for a while. That year, Niamh followed in Sláine’s footsteps by declining learning a weapon in favour of learning clan histories. Her love of stories was already well-known in the Keep, but her memory made her the perfect candidate to learn the important tales by heart. The end of the years was also marked by Órlaith falling pregnant for the ninth time, unfortunately it was not to last.

By 19 March 51AD, Órlaith has miscarried a little girl who was given the name Meidhbhín Conmhaighe Ní Floinn before being laid to rest. It was a sad event, but after losing one child already, Órlaith coped better with the loss of this one, her melancholy lasting only a few weeks. This was also the year that the Ó Floinn girls’ names began to rise. While the Silures had made peace with the Demetae, the Silures were still raiding to the east. Aoife, Clíona and Bláthnaid, while young, made a name for themselves as brave and capable fighters and Muirgheal became known for her sharp archer’s eye. While unusual, it was no unheard of and their father’s comment was that they made him as proud as any son ever would.

The Spring Festival of 52 AD, while her sister Éadaoin gained Eilín, a white filly, this festival would be the beginning of a new chapter in Aoife’s life. At the festival, she met Maeleachlainn Mac Giolla-Gheimhridh of the Northern Ordovice tribe for the first time. The older man had heard about the eldest Ó Floinn and after a challenging start, the two began talking and writing to one another. Their correspondence did not go unnoticed by her parents, but the two said nothing to her about it. The Midsummer festival and Aoife’s 17th birthday was a great day for the family. A small gathering was held in her honour while her youngest sister asked if she could sing a song. They hadn’t known she had been practicing in secret, but the little one sang like an angel to the delight of her family who praised her for it.

In July of 53 AD, her father decided that he wanted to go and visit and ally who lived to the south and invited Aoife, Clíona, Bláthnaid, Muirgheal and Sláine with if they cared to go. The summer sun was high, but it was deemed too far for the youngest daughters. Órlaith also declined to leave the keep, choosing rather to stay with Aeron, Niamh and Éadaoin. The eldest five went and saw the ocean for the first time at Novomagus Regnensium. While the youngest two enjoyed themselves, Aoife, Clíona and Bláthnaid knew that there was a reason for their visit. It didn’t take them long to understand that there was war on the horizon. The Romans were planning to come to their land. They left Novomagus Regnensium a month later and rode back to Floinn Keep.

They were not even home yet when disaster struck. Sláine, who had enjoyed the ocean side while they had been there, had been feeling ill for a few days when she almost dropped off her horse after falling unconscious in the saddle. A quick check revealed that she had a high fever. Aoife, with the strongest horse, took her sister into her arms and rode Sìne through the night to get back to the Keep. Sláine was secluded in case the fever could spread, but that did not keep her mother or oldest sisters away. Her fever lasted weeks and there were moments when most were convinced that she was not going to survive as it came in waves. She recovered by the end of the year, but was forever changed. She had lost most of her eyesight and her ability to move had also been compromised. The medicine women her father brought told them that the fever came with the Romans; it was not a disease the Isles knew. It was also because of this that Muirgheal shifted her personal loyalty. She had followed her older sisters for years, but began to spend all her time with Sláine, helping her as best she could to adjust to her new life.

It was almost a year later when good news finally reached Floinn Keep. Aoife called a meeting with her parents to inform that that Maeleachlainn Mac Giolla-Gheimhridh was riding south to come and ask for her hand in betrothal. Her father was hesitant, not wanting to lose any of his daughters to a man not worthy of them. The boy arrived and Cúmhaighe invited him to stay for a while before he gave an answer to his request for betrothal. It took six months for her father to agree, much to her delight. She had been corresponding to Maeleachlainn for years. After Cúmhaighe agreed, a betrothal ceremony was planned for 23 September 54AD, perpetuating the cycle.

At the ceremony, Clíona met Ruairi Beag Mac Giolla-Gheimhridh, Maeleachlainn’s younger brother. The two of them began to correspond and it wasn’t 8 months until they were betrothed, the younger being vouched for by the elder. Their betrothal was held at the Spring Festival of 55AD, not a month before the eighth daughter was born to the house of Floinn. Damhnait Óg Conmhaighe Ní Floinn was born three weeks premature on 22 June 55AD, the day before Aoife’s 19th birthday. She was a tiny thing in her mother’s arm and after a rough first few weeks, began to grow like a weed with the same red hair as her eldest sisters. Muirgheal felt a little left out until a small autumn festival brought Cathaoir Mór Ó Caomháin to her attention. He was a bear of a man to look at with a temperament befitting a lamb. The two hit it off and began to correspond after he left to return home.

The next year, Bláthnaid met Eachdhonn Ó Fhlannchaidh at the Spring Festival. While he and his family were regulars to the festival, this was the first year that he sought her out. He challenged her to a long sword duel that ended narrowly in her defeat during the games, her first defeat in a few years. From that moment, the two were always seen together. The games doubled as a betrothal party for Aoife and Maeleachlainn, their wedding on the Autumn Equinox of 56 AD. Aoife Conmhaighe Tréan Ní Floinn became Aoife Floine Tréan Bean Mhic Giolla-Gheimhridh. The celebrations lasted for days, not only for Aoife, but for Clíona, Bláthnaid and Muirgheal whose suitors arrived to celebrate the marriage. It was also within a week of marriage that Aoife and Maeleachlainn had their first disagreement. He assumed she would be moving back to Gheimhridh Keep when Aoife had no such plans. It was long and drawn-out but eventually, he agreed that he would stay with her family for the first while. Aoife’s reasons were that things were not right in their kingdom as she was not wrong.

By June of the next year, Romans had come to Britain. While some clans fell without a fight, Cúmhaighe Ó Floinn promised that the Silures would fight to the last man and his warrior daughters stood behind his decision. With war on the horizon, Bláthnaid betrothal on 15 April was something of a rushed and quiet affair but she and Eachdhonn Ó Fhlannchaidh seemed to understand that it was no time for celebrations. The Romans did not however stop Clíona Conmhaighe Ní Floinn from becoming Clíona Floine Mhic Giolla-Gheimhridh on Midsummer of 57 AD. It was a very simple ceremony at a quiet celebration, most houses fighting back against invasion.

Not one day after the wedding, Aoife was ready to mount up with her husband to fight for her home. There was only one small problem; she was almost eight months pregnant. After an argument that almost raised the roof and a word in from her sister, she agreed to wait at Floinn Keep until her child’s birth. She did not have to wait long. Meidhbhín Nic Giolla-Gheimhridh was born on a warm evening on the 15 July 57 AD to the joy of both halves of the family. While there was much fuss going on and plans on how to resist invasion, Aeron vanished from Floinn Keep. Aoife, who was still recovering, was besides herself with worry. While he may have been essentially a captive, she had come to see him as one would a cousin. Unfortunately, the Demetae agreement was not important enough at that moment to go looking for him.

The next month her father’s allies were defeated in the south and Novomagus Regensium was taken. The Roman’s had overrun the southern front and the Silures declared all out war against the invaders. It was less than a month later though when her father received word that the Roman’s had renamed their land the Province of Britannia. This seemed to satisfy them for the time being as their offensives pulled back to their new forts and the tribes had time to regroup. Her father decided it was time to move things for his family along and strengthen the ties that bound them together. March saw the betrothal of Muirgheal Conmhaighe Ní Floinn to Cathaoir Mór Ó Caomháin, tying another northern tribe to his family. The rest of the year saw skirmishes between tribesmen and Romans, but no scale battles of note. Aoife took part in quite a few with her sisters, but both sides seemed to be biding their time.

59AD saw many changes to the Floinn family. 1 January marked the day that Bláthnaid Conmhaighe Ní Floinn becomes Bláthnaid Floine Bean Uí Fhlannchaidh, almost knee deep in snow to take their vows. April saw an unusual occurrence that blessed their family. Clíona gave birth to her son named Irial Ó Giolla-Gheimhridh on 19 April in the late evening. He was the first grandson born to her father. Not 5 hours later, Aoife who had also been pregnant gave birth to Tighearnán Ó Giolla-Gheimhridh, the second grandson in the early hours of 20 April. The celebrations for both mothers of healthy sons last through the next day into the hours of 23 April.

The midsummer festival would be the last one Aoife would see on Briton soil, though she did not know that. She, Clíona, their husbands and their children set off North while the wilds were warm, Maeleachlainn and Ruairi wanting to show their own parents their sons and daughters. The September Festival saw Muirgheal Conmhaighe Ní Floinn becomes Muirgheal Conmhaighe Bean Uí Caomháin to grand celebrations. Although Aoife could not come down, Clíona made the trip with her sister’s blessings and gifts. Muirgheal agreed to move to her husband’s keep, but only on the condition Sláine came with her. She knew how the girl hated being a burden on her aging mother, and she wanted to make sure her sister was cared for. All the daughters of Floinn were home save one, when disaster struck.

The Romans attacked from the North border of the Ordovices’ territory the castle in their way. The tribe tried to push them back, but they managed to reach the castle walls. After a long and bloody battle, Aoife realised what her husband couldn’t. They would stop the Romans if they surrendered the castle. Maeleachlainn refused to understand and Aoife did the only thing she could. Leaving the battle, she called the wet-nurse and changed her children into rags, bundling them into the woman’s arms. The Romans burst the gate and Aoife told her to hide and ride south for Floinn Keep as soon as she could. She rejoined the battle in time to watch her husband die on a Roman blade. Screaming like a Banshee, she cut her way through half the soldiers sent inside single-handedly before a stalemate was finally called.

After tense negotiations at respective blade tip, she decided to do the only thing she could to save her children from dying like her husband. She agreed to surrender herself as the Lady of the castle, should the Romans allow the servants, wives and children to go free. They agreed but she kept their leader at knifepoint until the servants could be seen riding away, the wet nurse among them with her children. As soon as they were out of sight, she dropped her blades and was taken captive. She was bundled unceremoniously into a carriage, listening to a tongue she could not understand, praying to all the gods she knew that her children would make it to safety.

She was eventually bundled onto a ship, but in an effort to learn what had become of her family, she quickly began to put words and phrases of Latin together as soldiers around her spoke them. She also quickly gained a reputation for biting those that came near her and growling like a wild woman. She was quickly left alone after that as orders were not to touch her. She learned just before they left on the ship that a raiding party had been sent after the servants, but they had vanished. She had never been so grateful for loyal clansmen than she was at that moment. On the boat trip back to the main city of Rome, she very quickly learnt the basics of the Latin tongue, although her words were marred by a life speaking her own tongue.

She has only recently arrived in Rome and is headed straight for the slave block. While her looks are exotic enough to fetch a high price among the nobility of Rome, her unbroken temperament and violent streak has her up for auction to the Ludi more often than anyone else at the moment.

TIMELINE:
35 AD
- September, 23 – Marriage of Cúmhaighe Ó Floinn [19] and Órlaith Bhán Nic hEoghanáin [14], Aoife conceived on their wedding night
36 AD
- June, 23 - Aoife Conmhaighe Ní Floinn born
37 AD
- May, 17 - Clíona Conmhaighe Ní Floinn born
38 AD
- August, 13 - Bláthnaid Conmhaighe Ní Floinn born
39 AD
- December, 18 – Muirgheal Conmhaighe Ní Floinn born
40 AD
- May, 31 – Aoife learns to ride a horse at the Spring Festival
41 AD
- May, 31 – Clíona learns to ride a horse at the Spring Festival
42 AD
- April, 11 – Sláine Bhán Conmhaighe Ní Floinn born
- June – Aoife begins learning swordsmanship at her own request, dual wielding
43 AD
- May – Clíona follows her sister and begins swordsmanship herself
- May, 31 – Bláthnaid learns to ride a horse at the Spring Festival
- August, 15 - Fearganainm Mc’Floinn miscarried
44 AD
- May, 31 – Muirgheal learns to ride a horse at the Spring Festival
- May – Bláthnaid follows her sisters, learning the long sword
- October, 8 – Niamh Conmhaighe Ní Floinn born
46 AD
- February – Muirgheal learns archery
- May, 31 – Sláine learns to ride a horse at the Spring Festival
48 AD
- March, 24 - Éadaoin Conmhaighe Ní Floinn born
- May - Sláine learns archery, but declines learning it for warfare. Father agrees. Instead asks to learn needlework
- May, 31 – Aoife, Clíona, Bláthnaid and Muirgheal team up for the competition. They win and Aoife gains the epithet ‘Tréan’.
- June – The Silures begin raiding the Demetae and Dobunni tribes
- September – Aeron of the Demetae comes to live with the Ó Floinn family as a ‘guest’, only boy in the house
49 AD
- May, 31 – Niamh learns to ride a horse at the Spring Festival
50 AD
- May, 31 – Sláine’s weaving and needlework becomes legendary at the Spring Festival after stitching the clan banner that year
- October, 8 – Niamh learns archery, but declines learning it for warfare like Sláine before her. Father agrees and instead she begins to learn languages and tribe history.
51 AD
- March, 19 – Meidhbhín Conmhaighe Ní Floinn miscarried
- November – Cúmhaighe’s three eldest daughters become famous for their fighting
52 AD
- May, 31 – Éadaoin learns to ride a horse at the Spring Festival
- May, 31 - Aoife meets Maeleachlainn Mac Giolla-Gheimhridh of Ordovice for the first time
53 AD
- June, 31 – Éadaoin singing ability is discovered
- July - CAMILIUS PLANS FOR INVASION OF BRITANNIA
- September, 4 – Sláine catches fever. She is separated from the rest of the household. Survives but loses most of her eyesight and walking ability by December. Muirgheal loyalties shift to her younger sister
54 AD
- September 23 – Aoife is betrothed to Maeleachlainn Mac Giolla-Gheimhridh
- September, 23 – Clíona meets Ruairi Beag Mac Giolla-Gheimhridh, brother of Maeleachlainn for the first time at Aoife’s betrothal
55 AD
- May, 31 – Clíona is betrothed to Ruairi Beag Mac Giolla-Gheimhridh, brother of Maeleachlainn
- June, 22 – Damhnait Óg Conmhaighe Ní Floinn born
- September, 23 – Muirgheal meets Cathaoir Mór Ó Caomháin
56 AD
- May, 1 – Bláthnaid meets Eachdhonn Ó Fhlannchaidh for the first time at the Spring Festival
- September, 23 – Aoife Conmhaighe Ní Floinn becomes Aoife Floine Bean Mhic Giolla-Gheimhridh
- September, 23 – Muirgheal meets Cathaoir Mór Ó Caomháin again at her sister’s wedding
57 AD
- March - DARIUS' LEGION MARCHES TO GAUL FOR INVASION OF BRITANNIA
- April, 15 – Bláthnaid is betrothed to Eachdhonn Ó Fhlannchaidh
- June - ROMAN LEGIONS CROSS THE CHANNEL INTO BRITANNIA
- June, 23 – Clíona Conmhaighe Ní Floinn becomes Clíona Floine Mhic Giolla-Gheimhridh
- July, 15 – Aoife gives birth to Meidhbhín Nic Giolla-Gheimhridh
- July – Aeron vanishes from the castle, but they are too busy to go find him. Aoife worried about the man
- August – CITY OF NOVOMAGUS REGNENSIUM DEFEATED AND CAPTURED
- September - PROVINCE OF ROMAN BRITANNIA IS CREATED
58 AD
- March - HONORIUS PUSHES FOR EXPANSION IN BRITANNIA
- March, 1 – Muirgheal is betrothed to Cathaoir Mór Ó Caomháin
59 AD
-January, 1 – Bláthnaid Conmhaighe Ní Floinn becomes Bláthnaid Floine Bean Uí Fhlannchaidh
- April, 19 – Clíona gives birth to Irial Ó Giolla-Gheimhridh, hours before her sister goes into labour
- April, 20 – Aoife gives birth to Tighearnán Ó Giolla-Gheimhridh, just hours after her nephew is born
- September, 23 – Muirgheal Conmhaighe Ní Floinn becomes Muirgheal Conmhaighe Bean Uí Caomháin
- September, 23 – Sláine moves with Muirgheal to Cathaoir’s castle at her sister’s insistence
- September, 23 – Niamh meets Lughaidh Ó Cearbhaill for the first time at her sister’s wedding
- October – Aoife is taken by Rome when Gheimhridh Keep falls to the Romans
- November, 22 – Órlaith conceives again
- November, 9 – Bláthnaid gives birth to Órlaith Nic Fhlannchaidh
60 AD
- January – Muirgheal conceives
- February - Aoife arrives in Rome and is put up for sale
- July – DEVIMUS SILANUS ENGAGES IN TALKS WITH HOSTILE BRITISH TRIBES; PREPS BRITISH LEGIONS FOR OFFENSIVE

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THE WRITER
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NAME/ALIAS: Chlocelot
AGE: 23
EXPERIENCE: About 8-9 years now
OTHER CHARACTERS: Lucius Antonius Octavianus
CONTACT: PM or Gtalk or Skype

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THE CHARACTER
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NAME: Aoife Floine Tréan Bean Mhic Giolla-Gheimhridh. Romans call her ‘Eva’
DATE OF BIRTH: June, 23, 37AD. 24 years old.
GENDER: Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bi-curious

CITIZENSHIP: Non Civium, Mancipiae, Gladiator

OCCUPATION: Gladiator – Dimachaerus generally, although she can be a devastating Sagittarius if put on a horse

LIKES:
  • Laughing and jokes
  • Riding horses, especially Sìne, her mare
  • All her sisters and family
  • Her tribe and what they stand for
  • Her husband and children
  • Fresh fruits at the Spring Festival
  • The laughter of her little sister
  • The twin of her heart Cliona

DISLIKES:
  • Silence in a house or area
  • People who wear too much perfume
  • Roman soldiers and their grabbing hands
  • Sitting doing nothing for days at a time
  • People assuming she can’t speak their tongue and calling her stupid for it
  • A dull blade or ill-made armour

FEARS:
  • One of her sisters forced to live in pain for the rest of their lives; especially Sláine, Niamh, Éadaoin or little Damhnait
  • Seeing her children, sisters or family members at the slave block, dead would be better than that in her opinion
  • Her clan losing their freedom and history to the Roman invasion

ASPIRATIONS:
  • To get out of a cage, even if it’s just into an arena
  • To one day return to her family and home
  • To understand these Romans so she can learn to defeat them

GENERAL PERSONALITY:
Aoife is the definition of a free and wild spirit. From a small child she was the apple of her father’s eye and he could never refuse her anything. She wears what she wants, says what she wants and does what she wants. Astonishingly though, this has not made her a callous or cruel person. While she does not appreciate being told she cannot do something, if the logic prevails, she will usually concede. She also generally has her heart in the right place and her worries are of clan and family over her own. She has always wanted to make her father proud, and somewhere deep down, be the son to him she feels she was supposed to have been.

On a personal level, Aoife often demonstrates a hard and callous exterior to her captors. Her disposition is always regal and her eyes are always dark and stormy. She is crass, uncompromising and unwilling to bend to anyone’s will, no matter the punishments heaped upon her. She also has a reputation for biting and scratching those who try to force themselves upon her. Thus far her only lashing was for breaking a man’s hand after he tried to grab her through the bars of her cell. That and a few cases of biting people whose hands come near had kept most people away from her. To people she likes however, she is completely different.

With her family or people she comes to trust, she is an open, friendly and caring woman who is always laughing. She has a protective streak about a mile wide and will do almost anything to defend the people she loves. She lives to make sure those close to her are taken care of and will help anyone who asks for it, provided they have done her no wrong. She has always had a mouth as crass as sailor’s; but at the moment, soldier’s Latin is all she speaks and it is littered with all sorts of colourful language. Overall, she is a caring and powerful woman who can hold her own if threatened, but is willing to ask for help if she needs it.

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CELEBRITY CLAIM: Laura Schuller
HAIR: Red
EYES: Blue
BUILD: Lithe/Athletic
HEIGHT: 5’9
STYLE OF DRESS:
When she was lady of the house, she would often wear what were thought of as men’s clothes. Long and soft riding trousers, sturdy shoes and a wide belt were often teamed with loose linen tunics and a binding across her breast to keep them in place. She was not the most well-endowed girl, but the bindings helped. Her hair would almost always be loose about her shoulders.
When on the battlefield, she would often wear tight leather trousers with belt that held the scabbards for her blades. She lost the tunic in favour of an ornately decorated leather chest and back plate that laced up the sides over her chest bindings, complemented by a fur cloak gifted from her father and battle paint on exposed skin. Her hair was tamed back into a plain braid.
As a gladiator she wears armour similar to her battle armour, but with arm guards to protect her wrists and elbows and a lack of a cloak.
It is a rare and privileged thing to see her in anything resembling a dress or shift.

GENERAL APPEARANCE:
Aoife is a very tall woman by Roman standards, coming in at a towering 5’9”. Her height is accentuated by her figure: long, lean and strong. The most striking things about her though are her features and her hair. Her hair, not ever been cut, hangs in a tangle of curls to just above her backside. It is a fiery auburn red that veritably glows in the sun. Her skin, which was once fair and pale as milk has freckled from her hours on horseback. Her eyes are an icy blue, known for a complete lack of pity on the battlefield, but a great shine on the occasion that she laughs. She has a wide mouth that she has noticed, occasionally hypnotise listeners when her harsh and abrasive accent leaves them.

She is a graceful woman, but it is the strength in her that makes most step back. As a girl, she cleft a log the thickness of an arm in half with a single swing, and she has only gotten stronger since then. Previously, her musculature was not so pronounced, but since she has lost some of her body fat, it has become more noticeable, the lines of her figure hardening. What throws most people though is that from a distance Aoife, or Eva, looks like a heron: tall, pale and delicate. That illusion is maintained until she opens her mouth or a sword is placed in her hand. Then she can easily be mistaken for a banshee.

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FAMILY & HISTORY
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PARENTS:
--Father – Cúmhaighe Ó Floinn | 44, Alive
--Mother – Órlaith Bhán Nic hEoghanáin | 38, Alive
SIBLINGS:
--Sister – Clíona Floine Mhic Giolla-Gheimhridh | 17 May 37AD, 23, Married
----Nephew - Irial Ó Giolla-Gheimhridh | 19 April 59AD, 1, Alive
--Sister – Bláthnaid Floine Bean Uí Fhlannchaidh | 13 August 38AD, 21, Married
----Niece - Órlaith Nic Fhlannchaidh | 9 November 59AD, 6 months, Alive
--Sister – Muirgheal Conmhaighe Bean Uí Caomháin | 18 December 39AD, 20, Married
----Unknown – no name yet | conceived January 60AD
--Sister –Sláine Bhán Conmhaighe Ní Floinn | 11 April 42AD, 18, Unmarried
--Unknown – Fearganainm Cúmhaighe Mc’Floinn | conceived May 43AD, miscarried 15 August 43AD
--Sister – Niamh Conmhaighe Ní Floinn | 8 October 44AD, 15, Unmarried with a suitor
--Sister – Éadaoin Conmhaighe Ní Floinn | 24 March 48AD, 12, Unmarried
--Sister – Meidhbhín Conmhaighe Ní Floinn | conceived November 50AD, miscarried 19 March 51AD
--Sister – Damhnait Óg Conmhaighe Ní Floinn | 22 June 55AD, 4, Unmarried
--Unknown – no name | conceived 22 November 59AD
SPOUSE(S):
--Husband – Maeleachlainn Mac Giolla-Gheimhridh | 30, Killed
CHILDREN:
--Daughter – Meidhbhín Nic Giolla-Gheimhridh | 15 July 57AD, 2-3, Alive
--Son – Tighearnán Ó Giolla-Gheimhridh | 20 April 59AD, 1, Alive
OTHER RELATIONS:
--Master – waiting on a brave and patient soul

BIOGRAPHY:
Aoife was conceived on the evening of the autumn equinox, 35AD. This was the first night Cúmhaighe Ó Floinn spent with wife Órlaith Bhán Nic hEoghanáin, his new young bride. The dark-haired young man was the leader of the Silures tribe, while she was of the Novantae tribe further to the north. Their marriage, while political in nature, was also one of mutual affection after a meeting of the clans. Their relationship has lasted the tests of time as both still live and are still married.

Aoife Conmhaighe Ní Floinn was born on 23 June 36AD, the longest day of the year. The golden rays of the sun still high in the sky as she took her first breath. She was her father’s first born and he was infatuated with his daughter from the moment he laid eyes on her. Little did he know that she was the start of a trend that would soon make his house famous. She was a pale-skinned and wild-haired child, like her mother with a laugh that carried through the house.

Not three months after her birth, Órlaith fell pregnant once again and gave birth to Clíona Conmhaighe Ní Floinn on 17 May 37AD, one month before Aoife’s first birthday. From the moment she found out she had a sister, the two would become inseparable, Clíona doing everything her elder sister did. Aoife and Clíona looked so much alike that they were often mistaken for twins at large festivals, something they seemed to enjoy. They dressed almost alike and Clíona would often ride similar horses to her sister and wear her hair in a similar manner.

They were joined just over year later by Bláthnaid Conmhaighe Ní Floinn on 13 August 38AD. Over their lifetimes, these three would become well known as the ‘Terrors of Ó Floinn’, becoming well known for their fierce pride and steady hearts. The three red-haired daughters of Cúmhaighe were joined by their fourth sister Muirgheal Conmhaighe Ní Floinn on 18 December 39AD, the first daughter to break the trend of red hair. While she still had her mother’s pale skin, she had dark brown hair and was of stockier stature than her sisters. She would follow in their stead though for the first few years of life.

The 23rd to the 31st of May 40AD was the first Spring Festival that the eldest three were able to attend with their parents and it was at this festival that an Ó Floinn family tradition would begin. Aoife who had been trying to see everything at once asked to ride a horse and her father, never one to deny his daughters anything spent the better part of the day teaching her while her sisters, watched. She loved it so much that by the end of the festival, Cúmhaighe had acquired for her a young Ayrshire filly named Sìne. Clíona followed her sister at the Spring Festival of 41AD, being gifted a filly named Bhána. Aoife, who had been riding for a year began to take her sister for rides around the castle and nearby woods, something that they would do together well into adulthood.

The four daughters of Cúmhaighe Ó Floinn were joined by another sister on 11 April 42 AD. This sister was unlike any who had come before her. Sláine Conmhaighe Ní Floinn was given the epithet Bhán hours after her birth, in honour of her fair hair. Sláine began her life as a blonde child whose hair slowly gained a light red tinge as she grew older. It was her milk-white skin however that showed the delicate creature she would become. Always a slighter child than her older sisters, the eldest three would often leave her out of their games and sport. It was never out of spite, just a lack of understanding. It was only Muirgheal who would sometimes come and play games with her when she dared leave her mother’s skirts.

It was June of 42 AD when Floinn Keep was graced with visitors, staying late after the Spring Festival. Aoife did not know why they had stayed, she was not allowed into the main hall in the daytime, although she could sense a tension in the keep itself. All that interested the inquisitive six-year-old was a man from another tribe who was practising with two blades. He looked as though he were dancing and the little girl watched him for a few days before coming to what seemed to be a rash decision. She ran to her father and insisted that she wanted to learn what he was doing. Cúmhaighe, against the wishes of Órlaith, agreed to find her a tutor, fully expecting the girl to get bored and want to stop after a few weeks. He was quite mistaken; Aoife took to her lessons like a fish to water.

The Spring Festival of 43AD saw great happiness in the Silures tribe for a short while. Bláthnaid gained her first horse, a dark-coloured colt named Lor that she quickly learned to ride with her sisters. There was also a sense of relief in the air, from almost all but her mother. Clíona had insisted on learning the sword as her sister did and began her lessons almost as soon as the festival was over. She was not as strong as Aoife, but she was nimble and as her style developed, so did her prowess. Their mother Órlaith also fell pregnant after the festival with what was deemed a fae-blessed child. Unfortunately, the child was not to last. Less than three months into the pregnancy, their mother fell ill and miscarried. Too early to determine the sex, the infant was deemed Fearganainm Mc’Floinn, the one with no name. Aoife, Clíona and Bláthnaid, old enough to understand death, comforted their mother as best they could. While she keened for days, she recovered herself fairly quickly with the help of her other children. She fell pregnant once more, six months later.

The Spring Festival of 44AD saw Muirgheal learn to ride Oscar, a colt bred for her now that the tradition had been firmly established while Bláthnaid began learning to wield the two-handed long sword, much to her sisters’ joy. They had already established a practising schedule and just brought Bláthnaid in while Sláine and Muirgheal watched from doorways and windows. 8 October of that year brought the Ó Floinn family Niamh Conmhaighe Ní Floinn, fair-haired like her sister Sláine before her, but with more red than the older. Her birth helps her mother to forget her lost child as the house fills up with the sounds of small children once more.

The cold winter months were passed by the Floinn household in their own ways, the three eldest practising their weapons while their younger sisters’ watched, parents kept busy with the youngest daughters. It was only in February 46AD that Muirgheal decided that she also wanted to learn a weapon, not the sword like her sisters, but rather the bow. Her father, seeing no reason to refuse, found the girl a tutor and she began to learn. The Spring Festival of that year, colder than most in memory also saw Sláine learn to ride pale grey filly named Rós, the presentation of which was by now a grand affair.

The rest of that year passed with a growing sense of waiting, not only for their mother who was pregnant once more, but for plans their father seemed to have in motion. 24 March 48AD saw the entry of Éadaoin Conmhaighe Ní Floinn, a child with the completion and eyes of her proud father, although she wasn’t what made the gossip flow that year. At the Spring Festival of 48 AD, Aoife, Clíona and Bláthnaid formed a team to compete in the games that were held every year, Muirgheal agreeing to be the fourth if they needed one. The participant’s usually only males, the Floinn girls won almost every prize to be had. Clíona and Aoife won the obstacle race, Bláthnaid won the riding competition, the three won the toss, and Aoife won the blade competition by cleaving a log the thickness of her arm in half with a single swing. Her feat of strength earned her the epithet Tréan, something she holds quite proudly.

Sláine, like her sisters before her was offered a weapon to learn, but declined after a few lessons in Archery, her heart not in battle. A lifetime indoors had her interested in more domestic crafts to her mother’s joy as her sisters were about to gain their first taste of battle. Their father Cúmhaighe Ó Floinn, declared war on their neighbouring tribes of the Demetae and Dobunni to the east and west. He wanted to expand his territory to help support his growing tribe and family. The girls were at first told they could not join until the eldest three ganged up on their father, finally being allowed on an expedition. As most of the battles were barely a dozen men against one another at a time, the girls began to learn skirmish warfare at an alarming pace. What was more, they were good at it, their stature and sex making them rather disarming. The campaign was so successful that they Demetae asked to enter peace agreements to safe their tribesman from further danger. Cúmhaighe Ó Floinn agreed to the terms presented by Grannus, but wanted surety against retribution. That surety came in the form of Grannus’ youngest son, Aeron.

Aeron came to live at Floinn Keep, and from the moment he set foot through the door was the object of attention. Aoife and Clíona, while younger by two and three years respectively, instantly took to treating him as one would a younger sibling, already having much practice in that field. Bláthnaid at 10 years kept back at first, unsure what to make of the boy, but thawed to him over the next few months. Sláine at 6 years and Niamh at 4 were just glad to have a playmate and while Niamh spoke non-stop, Sláine took to following him around. Órlaith herself welcomed the boy, but had her hands full with Éadaoin, did not have much time to see to him, leaving that to those who worked in the castle. He was very quickly swept into the busy world of Floinn Keep.

The next Spring Festival of 49 AD saw Niamh gain Néal, a chocolate coloured colt to ride. The festival was a great success for the sisters once more, most of the prizes going to the young fighters, although house Floinn would be made even more proud the next year. At the festival of 50AD Sláine, who often did not attend outdoor gatherings, was heralded when she produced the culmination of two years of work. She had spun and woven and embroidered a new banner for her house which all that saw stood in awe of. It was a work of art that became the talk of the Festival, bringing the quiet girl out of her shell for a while. That year, Niamh followed in Sláine’s footsteps by declining learning a weapon in favour of learning clan histories. Her love of stories was already well-known in the Keep, but her memory made her the perfect candidate to learn the important tales by heart. The end of the years was also marked by Órlaith falling pregnant for the ninth time, unfortunately it was not to last.

By 19 March 51AD, Órlaith has miscarried a little girl who was given the name Meidhbhín Conmhaighe Ní Floinn before being laid to rest. It was a sad event, but after losing one child already, Órlaith coped better with the loss of this one, her melancholy lasting only a few weeks. This was also the year that the Ó Floinn girls’ names began to rise. While the Silures had made peace with the Demetae, the Silures were still raiding to the east. Aoife, Clíona and Bláthnaid, while young, made a name for themselves as brave and capable fighters and Muirgheal became known for her sharp archer’s eye. While unusual, it was no unheard of and their father’s comment was that they made him as proud as any son ever would.

The Spring Festival of 52 AD, while her sister Éadaoin gained Eilín, a white filly, this festival would be the beginning of a new chapter in Aoife’s life. At the festival, she met Maeleachlainn Mac Giolla-Gheimhridh of the Northern Ordovice tribe for the first time. The older man had heard about the eldest Ó Floinn and after a challenging start, the two began talking and writing to one another. Their correspondence did not go unnoticed by her parents, but the two said nothing to her about it. The Midsummer festival and Aoife’s 17th birthday was a great day for the family. A small gathering was held in her honour while her youngest sister asked if she could sing a song. They hadn’t known she had been practicing in secret, but the little one sang like an angel to the delight of her family who praised her for it.

In July of 53 AD, her father decided that he wanted to go and visit and ally who lived to the south and invited Aoife, Clíona, Bláthnaid, Muirgheal and Sláine with if they cared to go. The summer sun was high, but it was deemed too far for the youngest daughters. Órlaith also declined to leave the keep, choosing rather to stay with Aeron, Niamh and Éadaoin. The eldest five went and saw the ocean for the first time at Novomagus Regnensium. While the youngest two enjoyed themselves, Aoife, Clíona and Bláthnaid knew that there was a reason for their visit. It didn’t take them long to understand that there was war on the horizon. The Romans were planning to come to their land. They left Novomagus Regnensium a month later and rode back to Floinn Keep.

They were not even home yet when disaster struck. Sláine, who had enjoyed the ocean side while they had been there, had been feeling ill for a few days when she almost dropped off her horse after falling unconscious in the saddle. A quick check revealed that she had a high fever. Aoife, with the strongest horse, took her sister into her arms and rode Sìne through the night to get back to the Keep. Sláine was secluded in case the fever could spread, but that did not keep her mother or oldest sisters away. Her fever lasted weeks and there were moments when most were convinced that she was not going to survive as it came in waves. She recovered by the end of the year, but was forever changed. She had lost most of her eyesight and her ability to move had also been compromised. The medicine women her father brought told them that the fever came with the Romans; it was not a disease the Isles knew. It was also because of this that Muirgheal shifted her personal loyalty. She had followed her older sisters for years, but began to spend all her time with Sláine, helping her as best she could to adjust to her new life.

It was almost a year later when good news finally reached Floinn Keep. Aoife called a meeting with her parents to inform that that Maeleachlainn Mac Giolla-Gheimhridh was riding south to come and ask for her hand in betrothal. Her father was hesitant, not wanting to lose any of his daughters to a man not worthy of them. The boy arrived and Cúmhaighe invited him to stay for a while before he gave an answer to his request for betrothal. It took six months for her father to agree, much to her delight. She had been corresponding to Maeleachlainn for years. After Cúmhaighe agreed, a betrothal ceremony was planned for 23 September 54AD, perpetuating the cycle.

At the ceremony, Clíona met Ruairi Beag Mac Giolla-Gheimhridh, Maeleachlainn’s younger brother. The two of them began to correspond and it wasn’t 8 months until they were betrothed, the younger being vouched for by the elder. Their betrothal was held at the Spring Festival of 55AD, not a month before the eighth daughter was born to the house of Floinn. Damhnait Óg Conmhaighe Ní Floinn was born three weeks premature on 22 June 55AD, the day before Aoife’s 19th birthday. She was a tiny thing in her mother’s arm and after a rough first few weeks, began to grow like a weed with the same red hair as her eldest sisters. Muirgheal felt a little left out until a small autumn festival brought Cathaoir Mór Ó Caomháin to her attention. He was a bear of a man to look at with a temperament befitting a lamb. The two hit it off and began to correspond after he left to return home.

The next year, Bláthnaid met Eachdhonn Ó Fhlannchaidh at the Spring Festival. While he and his family were regulars to the festival, this was the first year that he sought her out. He challenged her to a long sword duel that ended narrowly in her defeat during the games, her first defeat in a few years. From that moment, the two were always seen together. The games doubled as a betrothal party for Aoife and Maeleachlainn, their wedding on the Autumn Equinox of 56 AD. Aoife Conmhaighe Tréan Ní Floinn became Aoife Floine Tréan Bean Mhic Giolla-Gheimhridh. The celebrations lasted for days, not only for Aoife, but for Clíona, Bláthnaid and Muirgheal whose suitors arrived to celebrate the marriage. It was also within a week of marriage that Aoife and Maeleachlainn had their first disagreement. He assumed she would be moving back to Gheimhridh Keep when Aoife had no such plans. It was long and drawn-out but eventually, he agreed that he would stay with her family for the first while. Aoife’s reasons were that things were not right in their kingdom as she was not wrong.

By June of the next year, Romans had come to Britain. While some clans fell without a fight, Cúmhaighe Ó Floinn promised that the Silures would fight to the last man and his warrior daughters stood behind his decision. With war on the horizon, Bláthnaid betrothal on 15 April was something of a rushed and quiet affair but she and Eachdhonn Ó Fhlannchaidh seemed to understand that it was no time for celebrations. The Romans did not however stop Clíona Conmhaighe Ní Floinn from becoming Clíona Floine Mhic Giolla-Gheimhridh on Midsummer of 57 AD. It was a very simple ceremony at a quiet celebration, most houses fighting back against invasion.

Not one day after the wedding, Aoife was ready to mount up with her husband to fight for her home. There was only one small problem; she was almost eight months pregnant. After an argument that almost raised the roof and a word in from her sister, she agreed to wait at Floinn Keep until her child’s birth. She did not have to wait long. Meidhbhín Nic Giolla-Gheimhridh was born on a warm evening on the 15 July 57 AD to the joy of both halves of the family. While there was much fuss going on and plans on how to resist invasion, Aeron vanished from Floinn Keep. Aoife, who was still recovering, was besides herself with worry. While he may have been essentially a captive, she had come to see him as one would a cousin. Unfortunately, the Demetae agreement was not important enough at that moment to go looking for him.

The next month her father’s allies were defeated in the south and Novomagus Regensium was taken. The Roman’s had overrun the southern front and the Silures declared all out war against the invaders. It was less than a month later though when her father received word that the Roman’s had renamed their land the Province of Britannia. This seemed to satisfy them for the time being as their offensives pulled back to their new forts and the tribes had time to regroup. Her father decided it was time to move things for his family along and strengthen the ties that bound them together. March saw the betrothal of Muirgheal Conmhaighe Ní Floinn to Cathaoir Mór Ó Caomháin, tying another northern tribe to his family. The rest of the year saw skirmishes between tribesmen and Romans, but no scale battles of note. Aoife took part in quite a few with her sisters, but both sides seemed to be biding their time.

59AD saw many changes to the Floinn family. 1 January marked the day that Bláthnaid Conmhaighe Ní Floinn becomes Bláthnaid Floine Bean Uí Fhlannchaidh, almost knee deep in snow to take their vows. April saw an unusual occurrence that blessed their family. Clíona gave birth to her son named Irial Ó Giolla-Gheimhridh on 19 April in the late evening. He was the first grandson born to her father. Not 5 hours later, Aoife who had also been pregnant gave birth to Tighearnán Ó Giolla-Gheimhridh, the second grandson in the early hours of 20 April. The celebrations for both mothers of healthy sons last through the next day into the hours of 23 April.

The midsummer festival would be the last one Aoife would see on Briton soil, though she did not know that. She, Clíona, their husbands and their children set off North while the wilds were warm, Maeleachlainn and Ruairi wanting to show their own parents their sons and daughters. The September Festival saw Muirgheal Conmhaighe Ní Floinn becomes Muirgheal Conmhaighe Bean Uí Caomháin to grand celebrations. Although Aoife could not come down, Clíona made the trip with her sister’s blessings and gifts. Muirgheal agreed to move to her husband’s keep, but only on the condition Sláine came with her. She knew how the girl hated being a burden on her aging mother, and she wanted to make sure her sister was cared for. All the daughters of Floinn were home save one, when disaster struck.

The Romans attacked from the North border of the Ordovices’ territory the castle in their way. The tribe tried to push them back, but they managed to reach the castle walls. After a long and bloody battle, Aoife realised what her husband couldn’t. They would stop the Romans if they surrendered the castle. Maeleachlainn refused to understand and Aoife did the only thing she could. Leaving the battle, she called the wet-nurse and changed her children into rags, bundling them into the woman’s arms. The Romans burst the gate and Aoife told her to hide and ride south for Floinn Keep as soon as she could. She rejoined the battle in time to watch her husband die on a Roman blade. Screaming like a Banshee, she cut her way through half the soldiers sent inside single-handedly before a stalemate was finally called.

After tense negotiations at respective blade tip, she decided to do the only thing she could to save her children from dying like her husband. She agreed to surrender herself as the Lady of the castle, should the Romans allow the servants, wives and children to go free. They agreed but she kept their leader at knifepoint until the servants could be seen riding away, the wet nurse among them with her children. As soon as they were out of sight, she dropped her blades and was taken captive. She was bundled unceremoniously into a carriage, listening to a tongue she could not understand, praying to all the gods she knew that her children would make it to safety.

She was eventually bundled onto a ship, but in an effort to learn what had become of her family, she quickly began to put words and phrases of Latin together as soldiers around her spoke them. She also quickly gained a reputation for biting those that came near her and growling like a wild woman. She was quickly left alone after that as orders were not to touch her. She learned just before they left on the ship that a raiding party had been sent after the servants, but they had vanished. She had never been so grateful for loyal clansmen than she was at that moment. On the boat trip back to the main city of Rome, she very quickly learnt the basics of the Latin tongue, although her words were marred by a life speaking her own tongue.

She has only recently arrived in Rome and is headed straight for the slave block. While her looks are exotic enough to fetch a high price among the nobility of Rome, her unbroken temperament and violent streak has her up for auction to the Ludi more often than anyone else at the moment.

TIMELINE:
35 AD
- September, 23 – Marriage of Cúmhaighe Ó Floinn [19] and Órlaith Bhán Nic hEoghanáin [14], Aoife conceived on their wedding night
36 AD
- June, 23 - Aoife Conmhaighe Ní Floinn born
37 AD
- May, 17 - Clíona Conmhaighe Ní Floinn born
38 AD
- August, 13 - Bláthnaid Conmhaighe Ní Floinn born
39 AD
- December, 18 – Muirgheal Conmhaighe Ní Floinn born
40 AD
- May, 31 – Aoife learns to ride a horse at the Spring Festival
41 AD
- May, 31 – Clíona learns to ride a horse at the Spring Festival
42 AD
- April, 11 – Sláine Bhán Conmhaighe Ní Floinn born
- June – Aoife begins learning swordsmanship at her own request, dual wielding
43 AD
- May – Clíona follows her sister and begins swordsmanship herself
- May, 31 – Bláthnaid learns to ride a horse at the Spring Festival
- August, 15 - Fearganainm Mc’Floinn miscarried
44 AD
- May, 31 – Muirgheal learns to ride a horse at the Spring Festival
- May – Bláthnaid follows her sisters, learning the long sword
- October, 8 – Niamh Conmhaighe Ní Floinn born
46 AD
- February – Muirgheal learns archery
- May, 31 – Sláine learns to ride a horse at the Spring Festival
48 AD
- March, 24 - Éadaoin Conmhaighe Ní Floinn born
- May - Sláine learns archery, but declines learning it for warfare. Father agrees. Instead asks to learn needlework
- May, 31 – Aoife, Clíona, Bláthnaid and Muirgheal team up for the competition. They win and Aoife gains the epithet ‘Tréan’.
- June – The Silures begin raiding the Demetae and Dobunni tribes
- September – Aeron of the Demetae comes to live with the Ó Floinn family as a ‘guest’, only boy in the house
49 AD
- May, 31 – Niamh learns to ride a horse at the Spring Festival
50 AD
- May, 31 – Sláine’s weaving and needlework becomes legendary at the Spring Festival after stitching the clan banner that year
- October, 8 – Niamh learns archery, but declines learning it for warfare like Sláine before her. Father agrees and instead she begins to learn languages and tribe history.
51 AD
- March, 19 – Meidhbhín Conmhaighe Ní Floinn miscarried
- November – Cúmhaighe’s three eldest daughters become famous for their fighting
52 AD
- May, 31 – Éadaoin learns to ride a horse at the Spring Festival
- May, 31 - Aoife meets Maeleachlainn Mac Giolla-Gheimhridh of Ordovice for the first time
53 AD
- June, 31 – Éadaoin singing ability is discovered
- July - CAMILIUS PLANS FOR INVASION OF BRITANNIA
- September, 4 – Sláine catches fever. She is separated from the rest of the household. Survives but loses most of her eyesight and walking ability by December. Muirgheal loyalties shift to her younger sister
54 AD
- September 23 – Aoife is betrothed to Maeleachlainn Mac Giolla-Gheimhridh
- September, 23 – Clíona meets Ruairi Beag Mac Giolla-Gheimhridh, brother of Maeleachlainn for the first time at Aoife’s betrothal
55 AD
- May, 31 – Clíona is betrothed to Ruairi Beag Mac Giolla-Gheimhridh, brother of Maeleachlainn
- June, 22 – Damhnait Óg Conmhaighe Ní Floinn born
- September, 23 – Muirgheal meets Cathaoir Mór Ó Caomháin
56 AD
- May, 1 – Bláthnaid meets Eachdhonn Ó Fhlannchaidh for the first time at the Spring Festival
- September, 23 – Aoife Conmhaighe Ní Floinn becomes Aoife Floine Bean Mhic Giolla-Gheimhridh
- September, 23 – Muirgheal meets Cathaoir Mór Ó Caomháin again at her sister’s wedding
57 AD
- March - DARIUS' LEGION MARCHES TO GAUL FOR INVASION OF BRITANNIA
- April, 15 – Bláthnaid is betrothed to Eachdhonn Ó Fhlannchaidh
- June - ROMAN LEGIONS CROSS THE CHANNEL INTO BRITANNIA
- June, 23 – Clíona Conmhaighe Ní Floinn becomes Clíona Floine Mhic Giolla-Gheimhridh
- July, 15 – Aoife gives birth to Meidhbhín Nic Giolla-Gheimhridh
- July – Aeron vanishes from the castle, but they are too busy to go find him. Aoife worried about the man
- August – CITY OF NOVOMAGUS REGNENSIUM DEFEATED AND CAPTURED
- September - PROVINCE OF ROMAN BRITANNIA IS CREATED
58 AD
- March - HONORIUS PUSHES FOR EXPANSION IN BRITANNIA
- March, 1 – Muirgheal is betrothed to Cathaoir Mór Ó Caomháin
59 AD
-January, 1 – Bláthnaid Conmhaighe Ní Floinn becomes Bláthnaid Floine Bean Uí Fhlannchaidh
- April, 19 – Clíona gives birth to Irial Ó Giolla-Gheimhridh, hours before her sister goes into labour
- April, 20 – Aoife gives birth to Tighearnán Ó Giolla-Gheimhridh, just hours after her nephew is born
- September, 23 – Muirgheal Conmhaighe Ní Floinn becomes Muirgheal Conmhaighe Bean Uí Caomháin
- September, 23 – Sláine moves with Muirgheal to Cathaoir’s castle at her sister’s insistence
- September, 23 – Niamh meets Lughaidh Ó Cearbhaill for the first time at her sister’s wedding
- October – Aoife is taken by Rome when Gheimhridh Keep falls to the Romans
- November, 22 – Órlaith conceives again
- November, 9 – Bláthnaid gives birth to Órlaith Nic Fhlannchaidh
60 AD
- January – Muirgheal conceives
- February - Aoife arrives in Rome and is put up for sale
- July – DEVIMUS SILANUS ENGAGES IN TALKS WITH HOSTILE BRITISH TRIBES; PREPS BRITISH LEGIONS FOR OFFENSIVE

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This character is linked to Aeron of the Demetae]]> <![CDATA[To Decimus Junius Silanus]]> http://www.aeternaroma.com/showthread.php?tid=62420 Thu, 16 May 2013 08:14:11 -0400 http://www.aeternaroma.com/showthread.php?tid=62420
As your elder sister it is my responsibility to inform you that you are greatly missed here in Rome, not only by me but Marcus as well. I know how you fear for his health as he was born so little, but he thrives brother-you will be lucky if he does not eat you out of house and home!
But you know how I am brother, I will never let that happen to you or our family. We have gone through far enough and we need no more trouble.

You are not missing much here by way of politics Decimus, I feel you are at a greater advantage being in Britannia then being here in Rome. I have been reflecting these past few days of my time in Tomis, though I am greatly relieved to be back home with the family I find that I miss Tomis just a little. There was none of the intrigue that there is here-but that is me worrying far too much admittedly. I do not think I shall ever get over being sent away as I had. It is the sort of thing that will stay with me for the rest of my life I imagine. I try not to dwell on this of course, for I have far more important things to deal with, namely your business.

Ah yes your business, do not worry Decimus I have it all under control. You should expect nothing less from me brother...some of the partners still give me a hard time. Surely it has nothing to do with my gender. (That is sarcasm right there brother) I will sort them out, you have nothing to fear on that score.

On another note, I feel like with my return from exile the marriage vultures have been circling around me. You would not have thought seeing as I have come back after being accused of that rather hideous deed people were quick to believe.
I know, I know, I'm not trying to be bitter Decimus but it is hard not to feel that way-I still cannot get through to your niece my daughter. Oh Decimus how I wish to see her so, as much as I wish to see you.

I hope you shall be returning home to Rome soon Decimus if only for a visit, but you know I shall not be averse to travel to you. Send word immediately if so and I will come with Marcus. I am not afeared of such a journey.

From your loving sister,
Calvina]]>
As your elder sister it is my responsibility to inform you that you are greatly missed here in Rome, not only by me but Marcus as well. I know how you fear for his health as he was born so little, but he thrives brother-you will be lucky if he does not eat you out of house and home!
But you know how I am brother, I will never let that happen to you or our family. We have gone through far enough and we need no more trouble.

You are not missing much here by way of politics Decimus, I feel you are at a greater advantage being in Britannia then being here in Rome. I have been reflecting these past few days of my time in Tomis, though I am greatly relieved to be back home with the family I find that I miss Tomis just a little. There was none of the intrigue that there is here-but that is me worrying far too much admittedly. I do not think I shall ever get over being sent away as I had. It is the sort of thing that will stay with me for the rest of my life I imagine. I try not to dwell on this of course, for I have far more important things to deal with, namely your business.

Ah yes your business, do not worry Decimus I have it all under control. You should expect nothing less from me brother...some of the partners still give me a hard time. Surely it has nothing to do with my gender. (That is sarcasm right there brother) I will sort them out, you have nothing to fear on that score.

On another note, I feel like with my return from exile the marriage vultures have been circling around me. You would not have thought seeing as I have come back after being accused of that rather hideous deed people were quick to believe.
I know, I know, I'm not trying to be bitter Decimus but it is hard not to feel that way-I still cannot get through to your niece my daughter. Oh Decimus how I wish to see her so, as much as I wish to see you.

I hope you shall be returning home to Rome soon Decimus if only for a visit, but you know I shall not be averse to travel to you. Send word immediately if so and I will come with Marcus. I am not afeared of such a journey.

From your loving sister,
Calvina]]> <![CDATA[PAPIRIA LILIANA]]> http://www.aeternaroma.com/showthread.php?tid=62419 Wed, 15 May 2013 19:36:23 -0400 http://www.aeternaroma.com/showthread.php?tid=62419 -----------------------------------------------------
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NAME/ALIAS: Lyric
AGE: 35
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THE CHARACTER
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NAME: Papiria Liliana Crassa (is called Liliana by friends and her family sometimes)
DATE OF BIRTH: May 31, 44 AD (15 right now)
GENDER: Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual
CITIZENSHIP: Cives Romani, Nobilitas, Senatore

OCCUPATION: None yet but she’s on the watch for one.
LIKES:
+clothes
+painting
+boys
+parties/celebrations
+watching the gladiators & making friends with people
DISLIKES::
+sour wine
+brothels
+unbathed men
+worrying
+when she is unable to ride her horse
FEARS:
+displeasing her parents
+her Betrothed being an insensitive jerk
+her husband being disappointed during their wedding night
ASPIRATIONS:
+having children
+bringing honor to her family
+finding something that makes her happy

GENERAL PERSONALITY: She's sort of like the other girls her age but not quite. Liliana isn't really a girlie girl but tries to be like her friends if she can. She likes to attend the games with her family and watch the gladiators battling each other. But usually is taken away by her personal slave before the actual killing is done since her parents would rather her innocent eyes not be witness to such. Growing up her mother would paint with her that gave her a great love of Roman art and architecture so she'll spend much of her time outside exploring. Well behaved both inside and outside of her home she does like to let loose by sneaking out to ride her horse. But hates it when she's kept busy by her parents and is unable to ride. She can pout about it if she needs to but gets over anything that upsets her and really can't stand to worry. Liliana if she worries will not speak to anyone at all about what is bothering her, she likes to work it out by herself. But does understand if the problems are to much that her parents will help straight away.

Quite happy with a delicious tasting wine but if it's sour she'll not touch it but ask for fresh wine. Always trying to be polite and respectful to others she will not make a face if there is something she doesn't like there on her plate or cup. She has walked by brothels on a day to day basis with her parents, body guards and slaves on the way to the market for some shopping, Liliana hates the sight of brothels. To her it's disgusting and not proper at all hell she wishes all of them would burn to the ground. With brothels around she really fears her husband would rather be there with the whores if she can't please him on their wedding night. She's never been with a man so Liliana is very inexperienced and wouldn't have a clue on what happens on a wedding night. Quite partial to huge parties and celebrations just being around fun and other people makes her happy and content.

Liliana likes her baths and enjoys having scented oils, candles and such around her in ground bath. She is easily grossed out by men who don't bath or barely ever bathe. The smell makes her nose wrinkle up and her stomach turn so she tries her best to avoid the not so lovely areas of the city. Quite thrilled when she's able to make a new friend or two, she's very friendly to new peopel but quite guarded as well. She's always fair minded with others and more then anything the slaves and the gladiators her parents own. Her worries get the best of her when she thinks she'll displease her parents and her betrothed being an insensitive jerk to her, badly enough to the point of having huge fights. Those things she'll keep to herself and doesn't feel the need to share it with anyone until she's ready to. Her dreams have grown up with her, she wants some children of her own someday, bring her family the honor they deserve and finally find something that truly makes her happy but she's not sure what yet but is on the look for it.

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APPEARANCE
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[Image: 2lwoh0w.jpg]

CELEBRITY CLAIM: Nina Dobrev
HAIR: dark brunette hair
EYES: very dark, chocolate colored eyes!
BUILD: slender with curves
HEIGHT: 5ft6
STYLE OF DRESS: She's a very traditional young lady with her clothes but loves beautiful things. Liliana loves different colors and fabrics, different styles of roman clothes. A girl who likes dark dyed fabrics but fabrics of every color that shows off her station. With decoration along the silk fabric or another type of fabric, she's a girl who loves gold on her things.

GENERAL APPEARANCE: Liliana is a lovely young lady and takes pride in how she looks. Hair that looks like it was spun out of silken threads that she leaves either flowing down her shoulders. She usually has her long locks held up by a different very ornate clips or up and away from her lovely heart or even oval looking shaped face. She has small features on her face from her nose to her eyes but they suit her nicely. Able to get away with leaving her hair down and straight, she will walk around with wavy hair or curls in her hair. Liliana is a great beauty and she takes pride in that, her parents have the finest clothes made for their little girl, silks of clothes that fit her petite and curvy body nicely not overly showing anything off. Her flawless olive toned skin is always highlighted by her long eyelashes that covered her candy bar colored like eyes. She will wear different colored eyeshadows but is a bit picky with what she covers her eyelids with. Always looking her best and like a young lady of station Liliana bathes as much as she can and will never wear perfume unless she's in the mood to.

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FAMILY & HISTORY
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PARENTS:
--Father - Lucius Papirius Crassus (Minor), 43, Alive
--Mother - Marcia Philippa, 40, Alive
SIBLINGS: N/A

SPOUSE(S): Betrothed to Numerius Julius Mento

CHILDREN: N/A

OTHER RELATIONS:
Paternal Grandfather - Lucius Papirius Crassus (Major), 70, Alive
Paternal Grandmother - Asellia, 68, Deceased
Maternal Grandfather - Gaius Marcius Philippus, 65, Deceased
Maternal Grandmother - Urgania, 60, Alive
Paternal Uncle: Gaius Papirius Crassus, 40 Alive (Twin of Gnaeus)
Paternal Uncle: Gnaeus Papirius Crassus, 40, Alive (Twin of Gaius)
Paternal Aunt: Papiria Asellia, 42, Alive
Maternal Aunt: Marcia Gaia, 43, Alive
Maternal Aunt: Marcia Urganilla 38, Alive

BIOGRAPHY: Liliana's story began in 44 AD, the day of her birth was a warm one and a happy one for her entire family. Being the youngest grandchild her grandparents doted on her and made sure to come over whenever they could to see her. She had a quiet childhood in Rome with not much really happening just growing up into a lovely young girl but sadly that changed. Her Paternal Grandmother Asellia passed away in her sleep a few months after she was born. The funeral and grieving came but never left, another blow a few weeks later when her Maternal Grandfather Gaius fell off his horse. He survived a week but passed away during the night, being found by his wife Urgania in their bed lifeless. The family was grief stricken but had to go on with life once more. Another member of their family buried in the mausoleum outside of the city, Liliana began her life without two grandparents. She didn't remember her deceased Grandparents but her parents started to talk about them when she got old enough to know.

She started her education at seven years of age with her own tutors along side her much of her days at home. Even when her family would travel outside of Rome to other cities her education never ceased but went on. Liliana grew to love the other cities in Italia just as much as Rome, the country side she could never pass up seeing. Never really leaving Italia she heard about the wars and battles in other lands but certainly didn't want to see any of them first hand. There was nothing her parents wouldn't do for her even getting her some horses from other lands and spoiled her but she never would act spoiled. She would go into the market with her mother and aunts to shop even look at the single young men who were there. Liliana never thought her parents would actually start looking for a husband for her but they had.

Still a young girl of ten years she was brought by her parents to speak with the father of Numerius Julius Mento, Sextus Julius Mento II. Through Numerius was away she would have to wait to meet him for a while but that wasn't an issue for her, she was scared to death of marrying a man older then her. It was done she was to marry Numerius when she came of age but she really didn't want to, there was so much for the young lady to do first before becoming a young wife. Her parents had spoken to her aunts to come and help Liliana get used to the thought of marriage, giving her more education in the ways of marriage. But it made her even more unsure of sex and having children it sounded more hurtful then anything else. She had heard of mother's dying in child birth or the baby dying after not long of a life, Liliana didn't want to die nor did she want any of her children to die. Trying to reason with her parents to end the betrothal completely she didn't get what she wanted and the marriage was set when she was fifteen years of age.

Sneaking off when she could to go riding to clear her head and to ease her own fears. Liliana prayed to the Gods Numerius would be a kind husband to her and not some jerk who only wanted to marry just for an heir. She was still an intent student with her tutors and learned important things that she needed to know about the world, the important subjects she wasn't going to be a stupid woman. Soon it was time for her parents to take another journey and she went with them, it was just them this time. Staying away from Rome for a little even seeing Achaea for a bit she grew more comfortable with the thought of marriage. Home home in the coming months a grand party was being planned and the betrothal was to be announced. That night she met her husband to be for the first time, still unsure of Numerius she has accepted her marriage. Another year passed she awaits Numerius to return to Rome for their wedding and life to begin.

TIMELINE:
44 AD -- Her birth
45 AD - 50 AD -- A quiet childhood in Rome
51 AD -- her education begins
52 AD -- has her first journey outside with her family
53 AD -- her parents begin looking for a husband for their daughter
54 AD -- Is Betrothed to Numerius Julius Mento
55 AD - 58 AD -- Continues her Education
59 AD -- Her parents have a grand party where she meets her husband to be for the first time
60 AD -- Awaits her marriage to Numerius Julius Mento

OTHER: Nope I just hope it's not awful.]]> -----------------------------------------------------
THE WRITER
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NAME/ALIAS: Lyric
AGE: 35
EXPERIENCE: A veryyyyyyyyyyyy long time
OTHER CHARACTERS: Cassander & Caio
CONTACT: AIM, YIM, MSN & PM

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THE CHARACTER
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NAME: Papiria Liliana Crassa (is called Liliana by friends and her family sometimes)
DATE OF BIRTH: May 31, 44 AD (15 right now)
GENDER: Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual
CITIZENSHIP: Cives Romani, Nobilitas, Senatore

OCCUPATION: None yet but she’s on the watch for one.
LIKES:
+clothes
+painting
+boys
+parties/celebrations
+watching the gladiators & making friends with people
DISLIKES::
+sour wine
+brothels
+unbathed men
+worrying
+when she is unable to ride her horse
FEARS:
+displeasing her parents
+her Betrothed being an insensitive jerk
+her husband being disappointed during their wedding night
ASPIRATIONS:
+having children
+bringing honor to her family
+finding something that makes her happy

GENERAL PERSONALITY: She's sort of like the other girls her age but not quite. Liliana isn't really a girlie girl but tries to be like her friends if she can. She likes to attend the games with her family and watch the gladiators battling each other. But usually is taken away by her personal slave before the actual killing is done since her parents would rather her innocent eyes not be witness to such. Growing up her mother would paint with her that gave her a great love of Roman art and architecture so she'll spend much of her time outside exploring. Well behaved both inside and outside of her home she does like to let loose by sneaking out to ride her horse. But hates it when she's kept busy by her parents and is unable to ride. She can pout about it if she needs to but gets over anything that upsets her and really can't stand to worry. Liliana if she worries will not speak to anyone at all about what is bothering her, she likes to work it out by herself. But does understand if the problems are to much that her parents will help straight away.

Quite happy with a delicious tasting wine but if it's sour she'll not touch it but ask for fresh wine. Always trying to be polite and respectful to others she will not make a face if there is something she doesn't like there on her plate or cup. She has walked by brothels on a day to day basis with her parents, body guards and slaves on the way to the market for some shopping, Liliana hates the sight of brothels. To her it's disgusting and not proper at all hell she wishes all of them would burn to the ground. With brothels around she really fears her husband would rather be there with the whores if she can't please him on their wedding night. She's never been with a man so Liliana is very inexperienced and wouldn't have a clue on what happens on a wedding night. Quite partial to huge parties and celebrations just being around fun and other people makes her happy and content.

Liliana likes her baths and enjoys having scented oils, candles and such around her in ground bath. She is easily grossed out by men who don't bath or barely ever bathe. The smell makes her nose wrinkle up and her stomach turn so she tries her best to avoid the not so lovely areas of the city. Quite thrilled when she's able to make a new friend or two, she's very friendly to new peopel but quite guarded as well. She's always fair minded with others and more then anything the slaves and the gladiators her parents own. Her worries get the best of her when she thinks she'll displease her parents and her betrothed being an insensitive jerk to her, badly enough to the point of having huge fights. Those things she'll keep to herself and doesn't feel the need to share it with anyone until she's ready to. Her dreams have grown up with her, she wants some children of her own someday, bring her family the honor they deserve and finally find something that truly makes her happy but she's not sure what yet but is on the look for it.

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APPEARANCE
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[Image: 2lwoh0w.jpg]

CELEBRITY CLAIM: Nina Dobrev
HAIR: dark brunette hair
EYES: very dark, chocolate colored eyes!
BUILD: slender with curves
HEIGHT: 5ft6
STYLE OF DRESS: She's a very traditional young lady with her clothes but loves beautiful things. Liliana loves different colors and fabrics, different styles of roman clothes. A girl who likes dark dyed fabrics but fabrics of every color that shows off her station. With decoration along the silk fabric or another type of fabric, she's a girl who loves gold on her things.

GENERAL APPEARANCE: Liliana is a lovely young lady and takes pride in how she looks. Hair that looks like it was spun out of silken threads that she leaves either flowing down her shoulders. She usually has her long locks held up by a different very ornate clips or up and away from her lovely heart or even oval looking shaped face. She has small features on her face from her nose to her eyes but they suit her nicely. Able to get away with leaving her hair down and straight, she will walk around with wavy hair or curls in her hair. Liliana is a great beauty and she takes pride in that, her parents have the finest clothes made for their little girl, silks of clothes that fit her petite and curvy body nicely not overly showing anything off. Her flawless olive toned skin is always highlighted by her long eyelashes that covered her candy bar colored like eyes. She will wear different colored eyeshadows but is a bit picky with what she covers her eyelids with. Always looking her best and like a young lady of station Liliana bathes as much as she can and will never wear perfume unless she's in the mood to.

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FAMILY & HISTORY
-----------------------------------------------------

PARENTS:
--Father - Lucius Papirius Crassus (Minor), 43, Alive
--Mother - Marcia Philippa, 40, Alive
SIBLINGS: N/A

SPOUSE(S): Betrothed to Numerius Julius Mento

CHILDREN: N/A

OTHER RELATIONS:
Paternal Grandfather - Lucius Papirius Crassus (Major), 70, Alive
Paternal Grandmother - Asellia, 68, Deceased
Maternal Grandfather - Gaius Marcius Philippus, 65, Deceased
Maternal Grandmother - Urgania, 60, Alive
Paternal Uncle: Gaius Papirius Crassus, 40 Alive (Twin of Gnaeus)
Paternal Uncle: Gnaeus Papirius Crassus, 40, Alive (Twin of Gaius)
Paternal Aunt: Papiria Asellia, 42, Alive
Maternal Aunt: Marcia Gaia, 43, Alive
Maternal Aunt: Marcia Urganilla 38, Alive

BIOGRAPHY: Liliana's story began in 44 AD, the day of her birth was a warm one and a happy one for her entire family. Being the youngest grandchild her grandparents doted on her and made sure to come over whenever they could to see her. She had a quiet childhood in Rome with not much really happening just growing up into a lovely young girl but sadly that changed. Her Paternal Grandmother Asellia passed away in her sleep a few months after she was born. The funeral and grieving came but never left, another blow a few weeks later when her Maternal Grandfather Gaius fell off his horse. He survived a week but passed away during the night, being found by his wife Urgania in their bed lifeless. The family was grief stricken but had to go on with life once more. Another member of their family buried in the mausoleum outside of the city, Liliana began her life without two grandparents. She didn't remember her deceased Grandparents but her parents started to talk about them when she got old enough to know.

She started her education at seven years of age with her own tutors along side her much of her days at home. Even when her family would travel outside of Rome to other cities her education never ceased but went on. Liliana grew to love the other cities in Italia just as much as Rome, the country side she could never pass up seeing. Never really leaving Italia she heard about the wars and battles in other lands but certainly didn't want to see any of them first hand. There was nothing her parents wouldn't do for her even getting her some horses from other lands and spoiled her but she never would act spoiled. She would go into the market with her mother and aunts to shop even look at the single young men who were there. Liliana never thought her parents would actually start looking for a husband for her but they had.

Still a young girl of ten years she was brought by her parents to speak with the father of Numerius Julius Mento, Sextus Julius Mento II. Through Numerius was away she would have to wait to meet him for a while but that wasn't an issue for her, she was scared to death of marrying a man older then her. It was done she was to marry Numerius when she came of age but she really didn't want to, there was so much for the young lady to do first before becoming a young wife. Her parents had spoken to her aunts to come and help Liliana get used to the thought of marriage, giving her more education in the ways of marriage. But it made her even more unsure of sex and having children it sounded more hurtful then anything else. She had heard of mother's dying in child birth or the baby dying after not long of a life, Liliana didn't want to die nor did she want any of her children to die. Trying to reason with her parents to end the betrothal completely she didn't get what she wanted and the marriage was set when she was fifteen years of age.

Sneaking off when she could to go riding to clear her head and to ease her own fears. Liliana prayed to the Gods Numerius would be a kind husband to her and not some jerk who only wanted to marry just for an heir. She was still an intent student with her tutors and learned important things that she needed to know about the world, the important subjects she wasn't going to be a stupid woman. Soon it was time for her parents to take another journey and she went with them, it was just them this time. Staying away from Rome for a little even seeing Achaea for a bit she grew more comfortable with the thought of marriage. Home home in the coming months a grand party was being planned and the betrothal was to be announced. That night she met her husband to be for the first time, still unsure of Numerius she has accepted her marriage. Another year passed she awaits Numerius to return to Rome for their wedding and life to begin.

TIMELINE:
44 AD -- Her birth
45 AD - 50 AD -- A quiet childhood in Rome
51 AD -- her education begins
52 AD -- has her first journey outside with her family
53 AD -- her parents begin looking for a husband for their daughter
54 AD -- Is Betrothed to Numerius Julius Mento
55 AD - 58 AD -- Continues her Education
59 AD -- Her parents have a grand party where she meets her husband to be for the first time
60 AD -- Awaits her marriage to Numerius Julius Mento

OTHER: Nope I just hope it's not awful.]]> <![CDATA[Last drink of the night (Open for anyone)]]> http://www.aeternaroma.com/showthread.php?tid=62416 Tue, 14 May 2013 14:00:28 -0400 http://www.aeternaroma.com/showthread.php?tid=62416
It didn’t take very long before there was another drink on his table. Wine, good and cheap wine. Where he was stationed, in the far North, wine was expensive and most of the soldiers had resorted to the local drink, beer. Tiberius had tried it but he preferred drinking nothing at all than having to drink that golden liquid. Back in Rome, he could afford the wine and enjoy it once more. The arguing about the dice game was getting louder. Tiberius didn’t want to end up in the gutter like some of the beggars on the street. He probably wouldn’t with his family but being stuck in Rome felt like the same. He had to make name for himself, becoming a respected man.

A new life. He already had a house of himself and when he had recovered of his injury he would go looking for a job. Talk to some old friends of him and his father. Maybe he could also find himself a wife since going back to the army was as good as scratched out of his plans for good. Tiberius was too busy thinking about what to do that he didn’t notice someone walking towards his table.]]>
It didn’t take very long before there was another drink on his table. Wine, good and cheap wine. Where he was stationed, in the far North, wine was expensive and most of the soldiers had resorted to the local drink, beer. Tiberius had tried it but he preferred drinking nothing at all than having to drink that golden liquid. Back in Rome, he could afford the wine and enjoy it once more. The arguing about the dice game was getting louder. Tiberius didn’t want to end up in the gutter like some of the beggars on the street. He probably wouldn’t with his family but being stuck in Rome felt like the same. He had to make name for himself, becoming a respected man.

A new life. He already had a house of himself and when he had recovered of his injury he would go looking for a job. Talk to some old friends of him and his father. Maybe he could also find himself a wife since going back to the army was as good as scratched out of his plans for good. Tiberius was too busy thinking about what to do that he didn’t notice someone walking towards his table.]]>