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Testing a new feature

Wed, 10 Mar 2010 21:41:29 +1100

YEEEEEEEEES IT WORKS!!!

-streaks-

Forum set up?

Wed, 10 Mar 2010 20:10:44 +1100

Okay munchkins, this ties into my question on the general discussion board about the layout of the site. But this is specifically about the boards.

What do you like? What don't you like? What would you like to see more of? Less of? Should there be any changes? etc etc.

Thank you darlings!

Request to put up a premade

Wed, 10 Mar 2010 20:08:31 +1100

No longer wanting to play a certain (original) character? This is where you are able to post a request for the character to be placed on a list where people will be able to ask to take the account. The account, bio and character in general will be passed along. If you like instead the account can be deleted and the new player will be asked to make their own.

Alternatively will be a thread on the canons board where you will be able to request to take on the character. You will need to fill in the necessary form and then wait to hear from the staff.

Please remember that this doesn't apply to adoptable or canon characters in most cases. However if you do have an adoptable/canon you PM me to ask about this.

This is the form that you can use in order to put up the Premade character.

Code:

[b]Player Name[/b]:

[b]Character name[/b]:

[b]Link to bio[/b]:

[b]Reason for putting on the list[/b]:

[b]Transferring the account[/b]:

I will post here if the request has been accepted.

Classssss...

Wed, 10 Mar 2010 18:18:08 +1100

Sorry I've been MIA. I unintentionally took almost 20 hours of classes this semester.

Dead.

Deaaaaaaaaad.

But Spring break is next week, I hope to catch up on everything then.

And then, that's one week past the half-way point - so summer isn't far off!

I'll do my best to post in the interim, too.

Sorry guys.

Ascension of Darkness

Wed, 10 Mar 2010 16:30:14 +1100

2008-2010

After only two years of a war waged, the Calleio Order has taken power. Led by the charismatic leader, Darius Calleio, the Order took the Wizarding World by storm with ideals of economic equality and justice for everyone. In a depression, his ideas sounded far better than the current situation to the economically challenged country. The Minister of Magic had been trying for years to get his country back on track, but Calleio made him/her sound as if they had been standing by while people starved to death when many of the Minister’s plans had not yet taken their full long-term effect. Calleio vowed to end poverty and hunger by making the rich give all they had to aide them. What he didn’t tell the world was that he took large shares of his own whenever a wealthy Wizarding family was raided for their riches. He justified his own wealth because he was the catalyst for true equality and needed the money to keep spreading his good words and deeds.

The teachings of the Order consist of slavery disguised as equality. Everyone must sacrifice who they are to serve everyone else, especially those who are seen as higher beings. A person alone means nothing and you must give all you have to serve what is perceived as the greater good. Individuals are not seen as important and must bow down to the ideals of the Order and its leaders.

The people fighting for freedom and the right to free will were severely outnumbered. They saw the Order for what it really was and how it took the rights of everyone and gave more and more wealth and power to the leaders. Far from foolish, they knew they were beaten almost before the war began. Unwilling to sacrifice their rights however, they fought bravely and lost with honor. Those who were captured were put into Rebel Camps and “reformed”. Those who were redeemed by the standards of the Order were released and assigned jobs. Some still remain in the Reform Camps. In reality the reform consisted of weeks of brainwashing classes and some were truly turned and others pretended so that they could come back and some day form a force large enough to take the Order down.

Hogwarts has been taken over by a man whom Calleio appointed, Rufus Acuelo. Acuelo is a hard core Order defender and will now run the school with his iron fist professing the teachings of the Order. A new class has even been added. Called the Freedom Seminar, it teaches students of Hogwarts about the Order and its practices.[/align]

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Quintus? Quintus? (Carbo)

Wed, 10 Mar 2010 02:35:32 +1100

The Dux had already met with some of his other legates but at the present time had not yet met Quintus Fabius Carbo, who was Legate of the Legio V Alaudae. The man had gained the position that he was in prior to coming under Quintus' command. An interview would tell him quite a few things about how the man would behave; he would also get an understanding about how the legion under Carbo's command was faring. He waited at his villa for the Legate to arrive, so far, the man was not late. Quintus lifted a goblet of wine to his lips and sipped before placing it down. Today instead of spending time with the legions (which he would have preferred) he was tending to matters of law. He still wore the toga used for such an event.

His position was a powerful one within the Empire, it was also vastly different from his last assignment within Greece. There he brought the hammer down on the rebellious Greeks and made them an example of those who rebel against the Mistress of the world. But here in Gaul he was setting about keeping the population happy, encouraging growth and industry rather than destroying buildings. Instead of fear, he had to put faith into the population. There were some whispers amongst the native people of Gaul about why a man with his reputation had come here in the first place. Many of the people were loyal to Rome.

He watched as his servants were preparing the Atrium for his guest to arrive. The villa was still bare, without many of the ornate decorations that one would expect from a man of his status. His Father had left him a villa, already prepared but instead he chose to purchase his own in Gaul and sighed to himself as he glanced around the walls. There was troubling silence from the outpost in Britain, he frowned to himself as he heard footsteps outside in the hallway leading towards the Atrium. Quintus smiled and greeted the man.

"Salve Legate Quintus Fabius Carbo, welcome to my villa" He greeted him. "I have been spending time speaking with all the Legates under my command. I have yet to do so with you. Please sit, would you like some wine?" Quintus offered; as he sat down and continued. "How are you finding your position currently?" Quintus asked as a servants poured wine for them both.

BEYOND THE STARS

Wed, 10 Mar 2010 01:26:17 +1100

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Uncle Fluvius want you!

Wed, 10 Mar 2010 00:54:15 +1100

Hello my peeps.

Although my AeRo time is a little shorter recently, I still want to push the Britannia Invasion event. Sooooo...

I offer Fluvius here for plots regarding anything Military. I am setting a big poster with him pointing at you (like Uncle Sam LOL) So, Military dudes, their families, plebeians, Patrician, Equestrian, imperials... any one that in one way or another would like to be part of the Britannia campaign let me know.

Lets plot... you know you want to!

Playing Britons For The Invasion

Tue, 09 Mar 2010 23:12:17 +1100

I noticed on the site one of the big plots is the planned invasion of Britannia, but I have yet to see any Britons (is that the correct way to say that "britons" for the ancient inhabitants of Britain)? I would be interesed in making a character who was one of the leading Britons resisting the Roman invasion. Apologies if this has already all been discussed and sorted out.

I imagine there would be Britons who sided with the Romans for preferrential treatment or to get back at enemies, Britons who would fight them to the death, Britons who would welcome the civilization of Rome.

Desperate Measures (Quintus Alexander)

Tue, 09 Mar 2010 22:23:41 +1100

The Epriot Rebellion, Greece

Tiredness ate at Cassian's strength and resolve, the legion had been one of the move for days and for much of that time facing the constant danger of attacks from the Greek rebels. The legion was no longer moving fast, at first they had made good time, pursued by a much larger force of Greek and Epriot rebels. They were harassed by smaller groups of rebels, launching quick attacks and Cassian was unable to confront them as if he stopped the large army behind would have caught them.

To retreat was not a decision that he had taken lightly and some of the other legates had stayed and fought and from what he had heard had been wiped out. He knew Quintus Alexander had been dispatched to the region with additional legions and they would need his legion. His men knew the terrain, knew the locals, knew how things worked in Greece and this was important information.

The rebellion had caught Cassian completely by surprise. He had considered relations with Greeks to be very good. His naivety had nearly cost him his life, a prominent family of Greeks had asked him to pay them a visit. When he had arrived they had tried to kill and he had been very lucky to escape with his life. It seemed everything had exploded overnight.

The sun was beginning to set and soon they would have to make camp. That was not a prospect he relished, he had been looking for a good spot for the past hour. It was then that one of his scouts came riding up quickly to him, "Sir, a Roman army is encamped just further up the road. An hour or so for the legion."

Cassian breathed a sigh of relief, that would be Quintus Alexander. He ordered the scout to hurry towards the camp and tell them they would sooon be arriving. He gave orders for the legion to pick up speed, he wanted to get there as soon as possible. The prospect of meeting a vast Roman army evidently spurred his men and they made the camp in well under an hour.

Cassian immediately headed for Quintus Alexander, he needed to meet his new commanding officer. Cassian forget about the blood on his armour, hands and face, or the poorly bandaged wound on his arm. He went straight to him, heading into his tent, "Dux Alexander...I am Legatus Cassian Dias Nicomedian."

A Difficult Request To Make (darius)

Tue, 09 Mar 2010 22:04:47 +1100

Cassian had been lead to the quarters of the Princeps by members of the Praetorian Guard, the suspicious soldiers evidently uncomfortable with his presence. Whether this was him in particular or just any visitor from outside of Rome he didn't know. The Praetorians liked their closeness to the Princeps and were always worried of people trying to get between them and Darius.

He was here to ask for a promotion, to ask for more. Cassian felt he was perfectly entitled to what he asked for, he had been serving in Greece for years and he had served well. Of course, there would be others after the position he coveted and people would tell the young Princeps that Cassian Dias Nicomedian was not a typical Roman.

And those weren't his only problems. Cassian was already biting down hard on his feelings, he did not like the idea of so much power being consolidated in one man. And Darius, so young, so untested. To have to ask this man for a promotion did not sit well with him. One of the reasons Cassian wanted this promotion was to extend his time away from Rome, he was becoming rather disillusioned with the city itself. Out in Greece or Egypt as a dux he could run the province in his way, a respect for law, a promotion of those of ability. Cassian knew he should banish these thoughts from his head, he needed to show the Emperor respect.

As they reached the quarters one of the Praetorians knocked twice on the door and entered. Cassian had written to the Princeps asking for this meeting before setting off from Greece and while he had agreed to meet him Cassian feared that now he was here the meeting would be cancelled. It had been a difficult journey, the weather had been poor and the going slow. He had arrived in Rome this morning and had rushed straight here, only stopping to bathe and make himself presentable. The Praetorian returned and lead him inside and Cassian saw Darius Honorius Sabucius Caesar for the first time. He was not what Cassian had expected, he was young, that was true, but he had a surprising amount of...authority about him. He certainly suited his position well.

"Princeps," said Cassian, "It is an honour and privilege to meet you. I am Cassian Dias Nicomedian, Legatus of Legio V Macedonica, your loyal servant."

Make Me Stay (Lucilla)

Tue, 09 Mar 2010 12:16:11 +1100

Her mistress would be there soon.

Fatima steadied her breathing and paced lightly before the table where she had laid out her tools. She had various brushes of different colors, sizes, and material. She had makeup from distant lands as well as ones she had made herself from ingredients bought by her own money. There were even special lotions and oils that could be used for massage, should her mistress wish it.

The makeup artist was always prepared when it came to waiting on Lucilla. The empress' demands were not usually very outlandish, but Fatima always worried that one day she would not have the one thing Lucilla wanted. What would happen should she not satisfy her mistress anymore? Would she be let go again? Or ordered to work in another section of the palace? Fatima shuddered at the thought.

This was the best home she had ever lived in, though the palace could not really be called a "home", per say. There was nothing homely about it. No personal charms that Fatima could find comfort in should she ever need to assure herself that she had a place in the world. All she found was richness she could not have, nobles who hated heer guts, and women she could never touch. At least not in the way the Persian woman wanted to, or could ever admit.

Footsteps and the distinct sound of a heavy door being opened caused Fatima to raise her eyes. A smile sprang to her face at the sight of her mistress and (dare she hope?) friend. The makeup artist motioned to her table of tools and the seat reserved especially for the empress, ready to see to Lucilla's every whim no matter what the cost. "Augusta, please, how may I serve you?"

For All We Know (Zuleika)

Tue, 09 Mar 2010 10:32:50 +1100

"Hair, makeup, and massage!" Fatima proclaimed to what felt like the hundredth noblewoman who walked by her. The woman only gave the Persian a scolding glance, like Fatima had spat on her shoe instead of offered to give the woman a lovely, life-changing beauty regiment. What made the women so disdainful? Was it Fatima's brash friendliness and willingness to approach people? Was it her too-bright clothing or exotic jewelry that she wore when she worked in the palace because many of the men liked to be waited on by a beauty from the East? Fatima thought she knew what the real reason was: she was different from them.

She was clearly not Roman, nor was she a noble like they were. A simple cosmetics girl with ideas above her station, that was all they saw. Because she had to think she was better than her place if she could be so bold as to speak directly to the blue bloods walking by. Fatima did not mean to be that way at all. She was friendly by nature. Bold, too. Sometimes that was liked by others, but to the nobility who were obsessed with being leaders of the pack it was a nuisance.

"Grr," Fatima growled softly, frustrated. Maybe she should just give up. There had not been one potential customer yet. The makeup artist glanced here then there while trying to decide if she should leave. Her eyes caught a beautiful flash of dark hair and Fatima paused. Who was that beauty? A tall, dark haired female could be seen moving in the distance near the main area of the palace where the other nobles lied. Fatima's eyes widened to the size of saucers. The woman had to be one of her kind! There was no way this woman was a Roman.

Fatima made a sound of excitement and scurried over to the younger female. The woman was dressed far too nicely to be one of the other slaves. Was she a noble from the distant East come to visit the imperial family? Fatima hoped to the point of aching that this woman would not despise her for intoducing herself. "Excuse me, my lady?" Fatima said in the language of her people. "I saw you from a distance and had to speak with you. Would you mind if I offered you my cosmetic services?"

Adoptables structure change/

Tue, 09 Mar 2010 09:16:03 +1100

Adoptable character change

Okay guys, we're changing the structure of the adoptables and how they will be posted on the site. From now on they would be added to a combined Canons/adoptables list. The staff of AeRo will manage the adoptables on behalf of the players who will be able to submit them on the F.U.Q.S board in a thread that will be posted soon.

Now with the new format it will mean that there will be more detail than before. So you guys will need to fill this in.

Name:
Age:
Characteristics:
Background:
Playby:
Created by:
Additional information:

Basically the new listing system is currently in progress so the sooner you get this information to us the better. If you don't do this then your adoptables will not be added to the listing and your adoptable thread will be moved to the OOC archives.

Thanks guys

- Gothic

Legate of Macedonian Legion looking for posts

Tue, 09 Mar 2010 02:58:31 +1100

Hi, I have just had my first character Cassian Dias Nicomedian accepted. He is legate of a legion in Greece and would like to get started on plots, so anyone in Greece let me know.

Here is a link to my character's application
Cassian Dias Nicomedian

Technology bites

Tue, 09 Mar 2010 00:20:36 +1100

This is a very, very belated away message, but:

My computer contracted a nasty virus a while back and I lost basically everything. So besides having to deal with losing all my work for school, I didn't have a computer to use to come on here.

Well, now I have limited access and can get on. And I do mean limited because I am borrowing this computer.

Anyway, sorry, sorry, sorry to everyone I was threading with! I will try and post later when I have the chance!

Skin Deep (Piso)

Mon, 08 Mar 2010 14:29:26 +1100

"I need new ingredients."

Fatima had been saying that for the past half an hour. Luckily no one was around to hear this repeated wish for the new materials she needed to make her many cosmetics and creams, or else they might think that Fatima had either lost her mind or was too annoying to bother with. Being thought insane might be better than being thought of as annoying, Fatima reasoned. Being crazy certainly made you interesting and got you some attention, though for all the wrong reasons.

Being boring was the worst fate you could have. If you were completely uninteresting then no one would want your company. Fatima hated to be alone, so being boring was something she tried to avoid. Was she successful? She had no idea. Fatima was not an interesting person to a scholar, probably. She knew next to nothing about educational things, though she tried to learn more at every opportunity. People liked her more for her friendly nature and the way she could start talking about anything, no matter what it was.

The Persian stopped poking at the cosmetics she had sitting on her bureau when she admitted that it did not help matters at all. She sighed and tucked her black hair behind her ear. More money was what she really needed, but as a slave that was hard to come by. Most nobles thought they could step on her at every turn. There were times when Fatima was not even paid for all her hard work. Those days were rough and, unfortunately, they had been happening a lot more lately.

Leaving the servants' quarters that she called her home, Fatima wandered down the halls of the palace aimlessly. Where to go? What to do? She had no appointments with customers and no dates with friends. There had to be something. The Persian was close to the main rooms of the palace where the nobles lounged. She did not feel like seeing any more of them.

Hmm. Wait. That looked interesting. Fatima watched as a curly-haired man (so tall!) walked down the hall toward her. Well, not toward her, but in her general direction. Fatima stared at him, forgetting her manners. His hair was...mesmerizing! She wanted to style it. Fatima walked toward him quickly and greeted, "Hello, sir! You look like a fine, upstanding gentleman. Would you like a free makeover?" And she beamed, absolutely beamed, staring up at him like he was a blessing sent to her by the gods.

Let me do your makeup

Mon, 08 Mar 2010 11:50:43 +1100

HIIIII!

I have a new character for you to consider. Her name is Fatima, but she goes by Nymph these days. Will she tell you her real name? Maybe, but only if she trusts you. She likes making friends, talking (a lot), listening to people's woes, and giving makeovers whether you're a willing participant or not (yes, she will drag you off and force you to put on kohl eyeliner if you don't agree to her demands).

Her main motivation is one that I'm sure plagues many of us: Love. She wants to fall in love or at least find a family to love since she's never had a real family of her own. She'll settle for some good friends or a few flings though, so those are possibilities too.

If anyone is interested in meeting my bubbly, talkative, crazed makeover lady: please post here.
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Neverland (Josef, Cyltryx)

Mon, 08 Mar 2010 04:15:36 +1100

Gala had not forgotten what that little shit Josef made her do during the Saturnalia. Cleaning horses manure was not her idea of ‘showing a girl a good time’! So for a while now she planned for the moment of her revenge. She schemed everything out to the minute detail and it was time now to put those plans into action. So, in order for all to work, she required Cyltryx's help. After consulting with the Helvetian, they came up with the most evil plan two women could come up with: They were going to tease and flirt Josef to oblivion! Cyltryx was visiting the domus with Emiliana and the kids, so Messalia could see and play with her grandchildren. So, it was the perfect moment to strike.

It was also perfect because Alaric was not around. It would not work with him at the domus, the damn barbarian was way to jealous and might mistake the fun for something else. Then Josef could be ripped apart piece by piece and Gala did not want that, she liked the damn fool too much! In fact, Josef was turning eighteen soon and he was eligible for freedom, because of his years of service. She was thinking of asking Fluvius if she could take Josef with them as a freedman, to work at her own domus, whenever Alaric and her decided to buy one. Although Josef was Octavius’ ‘little brother’, Gala did not see him like a brother, more like a good friend, hence why she could do to him what she planned to do. Evil!

So, she dressed in the most provocative Chiton she could find, showing more skin than she usually did and found Cyltryx waiting for her. Cyltryx herself was really getting into the part, dressed in a very short Chiton too. This was going to be so much fun! Some years ago, Gala would not have even consider doing this, but since she started bedding Alaric, she had found she was a very sexual woman… who would have thought? Besides, it was just a little flirting and teasing, as payback for what that jackass Josef did to her on the saturnalia. Hades hath no fury like Gala’s scorn!

She was not sure what was Cyltryx’s motivation to help her out. It was probably the fact that – as Octavius pointed out ad nauseum – she was a damn Helvetian wench. It did not matter, she was in and that was that. The two women walked towards the stable and found Josef. Gala made a show to present one of her strong looking legs to the Stable boy. “Hey Josef. We need a favor from you.” She said, using a very sweet voice. Josef was a little taller than Gala, but then Cyltryx towered both of them. It was a funny trio to look at…

Nymph [done!]

Sun, 07 Mar 2010 17:25:01 +1100

About You » T h e m a n i p u l a t o r

Alias: Nikola
Age: 17
Experience: At least five years now
Other Characters: None, I'm new
Contact: PM

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The Character » T h e v i c t i m

Characters Full Name: Nymph; Real name: Fatima
Age: 35
Class Status: Slave
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual, prefers women

Likes:

looking pretty
trying new things
receiving compliments
giving makeovers, whether a person agrees to them or not
sewing
making cosmetics
shopping
bright jewelry and clothes
children
Lucilla
good hair
interesting faces

Dislikes:

boredom
being told "no"
insults
failure
not having a real family
being single
snakes
racism
cruelty
snobbery
not knowing who her parents were
the cold nobles in the palace
being ignored

Fears:
Snakes
Never finding someone to love
Having her sexuality found out and being punished for it

Aspirations:
finding a permanent lover
having children
becoming more educated

General Personality:

Bubbly is a good word for Nymph. She's a happy woman, generally, with a good temperment and outlook on life. The cosmetics expert knows that making friends or at least being nice to others can be beneficial in the end. There are times when Nymph snaps and becomes angry, depending on what pressures she is under. She cannot stand most criticism or insults, especially about her looks or her ethnicity. That is part of the reason why she tries to fit in with the culture around her: Nymph finds it so much easier to be successful when others think she is completely Romanized. Whatever she suffers on the inside, the woman tries her best to hide whatever pain she feels and remain bright and bubbly on the outside to fool those who know her.

Her happiness is close to naievete and plain ignorance a lot of the time. Nymph is not the sharpest woman out there, however much she tries to learn more. She finds it hard to become better educated when all she has time for is work and trying to make friends with nobles and fellow servants. As naieve as Nymph can be and as ignorant as she is when it comes to facts found in books, the Persian woman does have a little thing called street smarts to get her through the hard world. She knows how to talk to people so they feel comfortable and can use her beauty or her apparently faultless obedience to get what she wants.

Family, we all have one if we're lucky. Nymph is not one of those lucky people: she was sold into slavery when she was very small, and has moved around from place to place, household to household, ever since. She's never felt like she had a real home or family and so that is the thing she wants most of all. The only problem is: who would really consider a woman over thirty who has never been married, never had a child, and is a slave to top it all off worthy of love? Nymph might hope all she wants, but she thinks that, really, what's the point of hoping for the impossible?

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Appearance » M i r r o r , m i r r o r

Celebrity Claim: Navi Rawat
Hair: Black
Eyes: Dark brown
Build: Curvy, but small
Height: 5'3
Clothing Style: Bright colors and gaudy jewelry are usually a part of Nymph's wardrobe and her clothes are always well taken care of so she can look her very best

General Appearance: Nymph, being of Arabic descent, has the distinguishable dark hair and eyes of one from the East. Her thick black hair curls madly if she does not use oils to straighten it and the locks reach all the way down to her lower back. She enjoys keeping her hair tied up and back using jeweled clips and pins, her favorite being jade. Nymph's skin is a light olive during the winter months that turns dark during the summer, but sometimes the makeup artist puts on powders or creams to make herself look paler to fit in with the majority around her. She's a slight girl compared to most, with delicate arms and legs, but her bottom and bust can be called ample.

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History » T he c l o c k t i c k s a w a y

Parents:
Father: Mahdi, status unknown
Mother: Shadiyah, status unknown
Siblings: Unknown
Spouse: None
Children: None
Other family members: She can't remember

History:

Born Fatima, daughter of Mahdi and Shadiyah in the far East, the girl was immediately thrust into poverty. Her parents were young and rather foolish, careless with their money though they had very little. Starvation was something that seemed imminent for the family, but the two young parents did have one solution to at least save their own skins from a slow death: selling their only daughter. Fatima was sold to the slave traders in her village when she was only a toddler and from that day forward she only knew of chains.

She spent a few years under the keep of a slave trader. The man was not the greatest father figure Fatima could have found. He drank too much and his temper could be terrifying to a girl so small. She still enjoyed having someone care about her, though she was too naieve to realize the only reason the slave trader spent so much time grooming Fatima was to sell her to the next rich son of a bitch who came along, and that was exactly what he did. Fatima and the slave trader had traveled far from the East in their years together and the trader realized that a pretty young girl from the East would fetch a fair price from the Roman nobility.

The highest bidder was a senator who wanted a playmate for his little girl. Fatima, eight at the time, found herself living the wealthiest life she could imagine. She was given all the best toys, clothes, jewelry, makeup, and company. Spoiled, that was the best way to describe Fatima's attitude during that time. Spoiled so rotten that she started to fool herself into thinking she was one of the nobles around her. Fatima was knocked off her pedastel pretty quick. When she was fourteen, after six years with her noble family where she was the best friend of the senator's daughter, Fatima was kicked out. Well, that was how she looked at it. She was sold to the stocks yet again when the budget for the senator had to be tightened. The Persian was heartbroken and offended that she could be so easily let go. Even her best friend (or who she had thought was her best friend) forgot about her easily. Fatima had to adjust to a new home. But where to now?

Her next owner was not even close to the wonderful family she had lived with before. He was a tempermental old equestrian, way too full of himself. Fatima and he did not get along at all. The equestrian decided that giving Fatima a good beating every time she sounded like she was talking back would be the best way to discourage disobedience. The only thing it encouraged Fatima to do was cry and find more subtle ways to disobey.

She spent only two more years in that household before the nobleman decide the girl needed to go somewhere else. Fatima was relieved, but also very sad that she had lost yet another home. The Persian began to lose confidence in herself as a servant and a woman. What skills did she have to make herself inexpendable? None. She only knew how to clean house and do very little sewing. Then there was her knowledge of makeup that she had learned with her first family, but who wanted that?

As it turned out, someone did. Someone very important. To Fatima's amazement, she was sold to the richest place she had ever seen: the imperial palace. The girl's skill with cosmetics and her naieve loquaciousness made her a very popular choice to do makeup for the noble women who resided in the palace. She could talk and talk about nothing at all and the noble women would do the same to her. They could even share their secrets with her and know that Fatima would never share them with anyone else. What could a simple slave know about important matters like politics or a woman's personal life anyway? Fatima had never even had a longterm lover, only flings and friends with benefits. She was the perfect woman for the nobles to confess to and that made Fatima invaluable.

The woman began to assimilate herself more into the Roman culture as the tears passed. She even adopted a Roman word as a name: Nymph. On the inside she still thought of herself as Fatima, but everyone else began to know her as Nymph: the palace slave who you could say anything to and she would only giggle and shrug it off as nothing. That may have been why the woman grew so close to one of the most powerful women in the empire, Lucilla Sabucia. That and Fatima absolutely worships the ground Lucilla walks on, but whether Lucilla knows that or not remains to be seen.

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