Mystery/romance, LIT, DED
Background information [skip if you want]: Rome, AD 70. Emperor Vespasian Augustus is on the throne. A clever man, he intends to restore Rome to its former glory after the wasteful ways of Emperor Nero by increasing taxes and removing the immunity from taxation from the Greek parts of the Empire. He also means to improve discipline in the army which will greatly improve the security of Rome. Thirdly, and possibly most crucially, he intends for his son, Titus, to take the throne after him.
Plot: Life seems fairly good for the wealthy in Rome. Particularly the Senator's family. Until, that is, the murdered body of the Senator's son is discovered by his daughter. The crime is "solved" and a poor man is charged (with insufficient evidence) and shipped off as a slave to Britain to work down the mines.
The event is soon hushed up, and the family attempt to forget. Except for the Senator's daughter. She believes that the murder wasn't all it seemed and that the accused man was innocent. There is talk of a plot to assassinate the Emperor and her brother was always politically involved. She wonders whether the two facts are linked, but with no evidence or power, what can she do?
One day she is found, crying, by a young man. He used to be a soldier in the army but injured himself and now walks with a limp. He isn't seen as fit enough to continue service, and so he was sent away to try to make a living in the capital.
Reluctantly, he agrees to help her solve her brother's murder. But little do they realise that there are people who will stop at nothing to keep them quiet. The tension is rising in the streets of Rome, and danger lurks around every corner.
Name: (Try to make it an authentic Roman name. No surname needed.)
Age: (Late teens or early 20s)
Bio: (Be detailed - include family situation, lifestyle etc.)
I'd like to take the girl unless you have a particular preference to take her.
[Can I join?]
((Sure, you happy with taking the guy?))
[Perfectly fine with it.]
((Okay, will have my skeleton up soon.))
Name: Cecelia Aureliana
Appearance: Cecelia is small and dainty, with a petite frame and bonny figure. Her ash blonde hair is usually pulled back into elaborate hairstyles but tufts usually escape and it ends up looking messy. Her large, innocent-looking eyes are green and flecked with hazel. She has delicate, almost childlike features, with a button nose and rosebud lips. Cecelia wears silk tunics and expensive jewellery, as is customary for a young woman of her background.
Personality: Cecelia is naïve and innocent, having been protected and kept away from anything that could harm her by her doting parents. She is independent and strong willed, and is quick to make up her mind about something. She doesn't often wait for evidence or hold her opinions back. She constantly frustrates her mother, who wants her to become a demure young lady. Instead, she likes adventure and can act impulsively.
Bio: Cecelia is the youngest daughter of the Senator, with an older brother almost ten years older than herself. She has been very well protected her entire life and does not know a lot about the world around her. It is intended that she will one day marry a rich merchant, but her father has yet to find anyone suitable for his precious girl.
Name : Aquilo Age : 19 Appearance : He's in shape, fairly muscular. His black hair is cut short and curly. He still retains a mock suit of armor and no one says a thing about it to him or behind him. His eyes at times are full of darkness, hate, blood, vengeance, pain and sometimes they are full of compassion and sorrow. Personality : He's brave and highly independent. At times he's full of himself and selfish but he has a big heart when he sees someone in pain. During his time in the Roman military he'd come back and offer money for broken homes he help cause. Now that he's out of the military, he came back from the city slightly wealthy and plans on helping people he hurt. Bio : Aquilo was raised by his older sister who refused to get married until he was old enough to take care of himself at ten. The males in the family have long been in the military. His father was second command before he died and his grandfather was general, so was his great grandfather. He was held to high expectations and was swift. He was second command, just about to become general when his knee got shot. His knee was badly damaged by an arrow. It infected the surrounding tissue which ended his military career. Because of his family's military history. The Roman emperor sent him to the city to make money. He walks with aa limp and his name means North Wind hince his swiftness in battle.
((I love him :) Who do you want to start?))
Cecelia sat outside on a bench in the Imperial Garden. She was supposed to be inside, attending a dinner with the Emperor, but had excused herself. The only people there were her mother and father and a few ex-soldiers from the army. She pulled her shawl closer around her shoulders. It was chilly, with a brisk breeze making the leaves on the trees sway haphazardly. This was the first time she had left her own bedroom since she had found her brother's body and the image of him lying there, dead, kept appearing before her eyes. A single tear slid down her cheek.
Aquilo excused himself from the dinner. He'd just came back from his two year stint in the city. The dinner is supposed to be in his honor, but he knows its just for him. He walks through the Imperial garden like he always did back when he was the second in command. He remembers when he held a lot of power, he also remembers the pain and deaths he help cause. He kept walking until he spotted a girl. She's the girl from the dinner, he doesn't remember her name 'cause he didn't want to go to the dinner in the first place. "Hey, are you okay?" he asks her.
"Fine," Cecelia sniffed, hastily wiping her face. She thought the man was someone sent to bring her back to the meal but she stayed put, sitting on her bench. "Is there something I can help you with?" she asked eventually, tired of him just standing there.
"No, well yes, I guess you can. You're from the dinner. Why is such a pretty girl such as yourself crying? Its lovely out here in the garden. I remember when my great grandmother helped design it." He smiles at her as he tilts his head to the sky. He switches his weight onto his good leg.
"The garden is beautiful," Cecelia said politely, meaning it. "My brother used to bring me here when I wanted to leave the house." She took a deep breath, calming herself. "You obviously haven't been paying much attention to what's been happening if you don't know what happened to him."
"No ma'am. I just came back after spending two years in the city. This dinner is supposed to be for me but its more for the Emperor." He rubs his bad leg. "May I sit down?" He stands waiting for an answer.
Cecelia shrugged. "If you want to then who am I to stop you?" She shuffled up to make room for him. "You know, if this banquet is in your honour, shouldn't you be there? The Emperor doesn't throw these things daily, you know. Despite what you might think, Quintus says he is a good man. He will do well ruling Rome."
"True, the Emperor doesn't throw these often, but it was never meant for me. Sure he threw it for me, but I grew up around the Emperor to know that he just wanted to get the most powerful men together to talk about the state of Rome. I'm not much for politics though my family has been in the Roman military since the very beginning. I know the military like the back of my hand." He takes a seat and rubs his bad leg. He takes a moment to look at the garden. "So ... what happened to your brother?"
Cecelia felt tears well up in her eyes again. "He - he died last month," she whispered. "I was the one who found his body. He was stabbed, so many times, blood everywhere." She paused for a moment to calm herself. "They said he was killed by a random drunk. But he wasn't. I know he wasn't. It was on purpose, by someone he knew."
Its not unheard of. He had once heard from his father that a family friend's son was killed the same way. He turns to look at her. "I'm sorry. I'm also sorry because your brother isn't the only case. There's at least one other that I knew that happened like that. He was a childhood friend and he disappeared when I was eleven. I thought nothing of it until when I turned fifteen, my father mentioned how tragic his death was." Aquilo swallows and bites back tears. Grown men don't cry.
Cecelia sniffed and folded her hands in her lap. "I'm sorry about your friend too," she said quietly. "It's just - so frustrating. Nobody listens to me about my suspicions about his murder. I'm either too young or too female. But you believe me, don't you? Perhaps if you said something they'd listen. It's like they want to forget about him, but I can't. I don't want to forget him!"