Post by Liberius on May 5, 2006 21:26:26 GMT -5
Name: Liberius
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Occuptation: Slave
Personality: Liberius is an overall kind person, but he is often times quiet and reclusive. Naturally he is open and love comes easy to him, but due to mistreatment, he puts a protective, secretive shell around his true self. Being a teen with a growing body and raging hormones, this only adds to his emotions, making getting close to him downright impossible for some. He is a great lover of books and the arts, easily being able to lose himself and his troubles in their refinery.
Height: 5"7
Weight: 143 lbs
Apperance: His body is long and lanky, giving off a stretched appearance. His ears are abnormally large, but are veiled by his chesnut touched with gold hair. This hair grows just a bit below the crest of his ears, and is always pushed off to one side. His nose is not pushed, wide, nor hooked, but to most appears straight. Eyes are a light brown, and are always alert and appear intrested in something. Liberius's eyebrows are arched high. There is a bit of muscle on his arm, but the true strength lies in his legs. Liberius is generally uncomfortable with his appearance, but he has noticed ladies and female slaves eyeing him.
Favorite things: Greek epics, literature, and philosophy intrest him while he is a great fan of good cooking. Beautiful women do not often catch his attention, but a self-respecting, kind and decent one can.
Least favorite things: People that pay no attention to him or their surroundings, ignorance in general, cruelty to the innocent, punishment, and an empty stomach
History: Liberius was the only child born unto his parents, Alban and Crescentia. He lived near the area of Gaul (present day France, I believe), but grew in a village on the outskirts of the land. His mother was very different looking, much more delicate than the women of his village. His background was always hushed, and his parents would answer any of Liberius's questions about his heritage his parents would simply answer with "You are of this land, and this village."
When he was a mere child of seven, he pressured his mother into telling what she had hidden, the answers never unveiled until this point. His mother had been a citizen of Rome, and a high ranking one at that. She was engaged to marry a wealthy soldier, and when he was first called into battle, she dutily followed (against her better judgement). They were trying to tame the Germanic lands, but had to cross through the village to do so. The goods were plundered, but the villagers were intact and not harmed. While wandering around, Crescentia bumped into Alban, and they had a chat over the empire, life, and Crescentia informed him of some of the Roman politics. They very much enjoyed one another's company, and enjoyed be treated equally by someone not equal in social status. Crescentia never went back to her Roman husband, and was soon married to Alban in the village ritual.
Liberius was taken aback. He knew his mother was of some place exotic...but Rome? The great, swelling monster of an empire? He had always been close with the other children up until this point, but soon began to feel different from the rest and became distant. They abandoned him, thinking their good friend "Liber" (his named used by the village) was no fun anymore.
When he was naught but ten, the Romans stormed through once again. Unfortunately, Crescentia's Roman legal husband was in their ranks, and as he was much higher now, angrily ordered a ransack of the village at the sight of his wife. Only women and children were left to live, and then were transported back to the city of Rome. Seven years Liberius spent in slavery, going from master to master. Some were kind, giving Liberius sweets, and some were brutally cruel, thinking nothing of boxing Liberius's ears in. Over the years his trust had become difficult to earn, and he never participated in the gossip among slaves (though often times it was outrageous and he enjoyed its hilarity). He loved to accompany one of his kinder masters, Cicero, to the theater and libraries. But, another master offered a good deal of money for him, much to Liberius's despair. He is now hoping to live to his namesake that his mother gave. Freedom.
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Age: 17
Gender: Male
Occuptation: Slave
Personality: Liberius is an overall kind person, but he is often times quiet and reclusive. Naturally he is open and love comes easy to him, but due to mistreatment, he puts a protective, secretive shell around his true self. Being a teen with a growing body and raging hormones, this only adds to his emotions, making getting close to him downright impossible for some. He is a great lover of books and the arts, easily being able to lose himself and his troubles in their refinery.
Height: 5"7
Weight: 143 lbs
Apperance: His body is long and lanky, giving off a stretched appearance. His ears are abnormally large, but are veiled by his chesnut touched with gold hair. This hair grows just a bit below the crest of his ears, and is always pushed off to one side. His nose is not pushed, wide, nor hooked, but to most appears straight. Eyes are a light brown, and are always alert and appear intrested in something. Liberius's eyebrows are arched high. There is a bit of muscle on his arm, but the true strength lies in his legs. Liberius is generally uncomfortable with his appearance, but he has noticed ladies and female slaves eyeing him.
Favorite things: Greek epics, literature, and philosophy intrest him while he is a great fan of good cooking. Beautiful women do not often catch his attention, but a self-respecting, kind and decent one can.
Least favorite things: People that pay no attention to him or their surroundings, ignorance in general, cruelty to the innocent, punishment, and an empty stomach
History: Liberius was the only child born unto his parents, Alban and Crescentia. He lived near the area of Gaul (present day France, I believe), but grew in a village on the outskirts of the land. His mother was very different looking, much more delicate than the women of his village. His background was always hushed, and his parents would answer any of Liberius's questions about his heritage his parents would simply answer with "You are of this land, and this village."
When he was a mere child of seven, he pressured his mother into telling what she had hidden, the answers never unveiled until this point. His mother had been a citizen of Rome, and a high ranking one at that. She was engaged to marry a wealthy soldier, and when he was first called into battle, she dutily followed (against her better judgement). They were trying to tame the Germanic lands, but had to cross through the village to do so. The goods were plundered, but the villagers were intact and not harmed. While wandering around, Crescentia bumped into Alban, and they had a chat over the empire, life, and Crescentia informed him of some of the Roman politics. They very much enjoyed one another's company, and enjoyed be treated equally by someone not equal in social status. Crescentia never went back to her Roman husband, and was soon married to Alban in the village ritual.
Liberius was taken aback. He knew his mother was of some place exotic...but Rome? The great, swelling monster of an empire? He had always been close with the other children up until this point, but soon began to feel different from the rest and became distant. They abandoned him, thinking their good friend "Liber" (his named used by the village) was no fun anymore.
When he was naught but ten, the Romans stormed through once again. Unfortunately, Crescentia's Roman legal husband was in their ranks, and as he was much higher now, angrily ordered a ransack of the village at the sight of his wife. Only women and children were left to live, and then were transported back to the city of Rome. Seven years Liberius spent in slavery, going from master to master. Some were kind, giving Liberius sweets, and some were brutally cruel, thinking nothing of boxing Liberius's ears in. Over the years his trust had become difficult to earn, and he never participated in the gossip among slaves (though often times it was outrageous and he enjoyed its hilarity). He loved to accompany one of his kinder masters, Cicero, to the theater and libraries. But, another master offered a good deal of money for him, much to Liberius's despair. He is now hoping to live to his namesake that his mother gave. Freedom.
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