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#pd_334:after{content:"Named such for its beautiful, sparkling buildings - constructed from granite and painted purest white - Ammun is a city of travellers and traders. On the eastern border of the kingdom and with strong connections to Asia and the Middle East, Ammun is home to some of the richest merchants and families and widely recognised as the place to go when looking for a particularly exotic or hard to come by item. Landlocked as a province, there is no sea trade or fair so fish is seen as a rare delicacy in Ammun and the richer families have it imported in from Moab. However the hot weather further east means that citrus fruits grow aplenty around the city and dried, sweet treats are popularly sold on street corners along with roasted nuts. The people of Ammun are skilled hagglers and know the value of anything and everything. They enjoy money and are careful to make sure the profits they gain in trade are high enough to make them pleased but not so high that they feel they are swindling others and going against the honest and modest Judean way of life.";}
#pd_335:after{content:"Damascus is on the bordered edge of Assyria and the hottest of the Judean city provinces. Settled in the natural curve of a mountainous region, the western face of the city looks out across miles of flat savannah between the walls of Damascus and the borders of Israel. Such open space is known as the land of judgement - there is nowhere to hide from your sins or yourself. Many in Damascus are uncertain of foreigners - even Judeans from other cities - and are a private people who live recluse lives, interrupted only by the regular camel trains that arrive with goods on their trade journey once every two weeks. The people of Damascus, while private, are not ignorant, and they spend great portions of their lives reading and engrossed in scholarly pursuit. There is a large library and university in Damascus that many travel far to visit, with tomes in as many languages as there are tongues to speak them (so they say).";}
#pd_336:after{content:"Israel is a city province on the coast of the Aegean Sea and as such is one of the coolest and most temperate of the regions in Judea, but also one of the most humid. It enjoys excessive trade and a busy economy, trading with both men of the north-western islands in Greece and with the travellers to the east. Israel is one of the largest city provinces and therefore has the largest population which encourages further commerce and innovation. It is a city of design and progress with machines and inventions being built in the back room of many a creative man's abode. The city is also home to a large number of Greeks. While the division between the two races of man is strong and prejudices rife, there is no violence from the Greek militia's station in the province of Israel for they are not there to conquer nor have they been placed there to keep the Judeans in check. They have no authority and do not rule. They are accepted as 'guests of Judea' through the money Taengea pays directly to the Israel leaders and are there solely to be easily mobilised into Egypt should war appear prevalent once more. The Greeks have no assimilated and often wear their armour or traditional clothing which makes them easy to spot on the streets of Israel.";}
#pd_337:after{content:"Built on sacred land, Jerusalem offers one of the largest populations in Judea. With so many wishing to live within the city's holy boundaries, a wall has been constructed within the last forty years, defining the border of the city and province and disallowing the construction of homes outside of it. As such, the city is a place many are desperate to live, and yet unable to find a vacant home. Several areas at the very edges of the walls have turned into shantytowns as wooden properties are built in the gaps of the stone ones, offering new residences for the desperate. Jerusalem is incredibly pious and has more temples and sanctuaries than any other area of Judea. It holds festivals and rituals upon every sacred day of the calendar and has an order of the pious who seek to help the lives of others however they can, living in poverty and offering all they have for the benefit of others. Many are seen walking the streets of Jerusalem, aiding the homeless or the hungry.";}
#pd_338:after{content:"The capital of the kingdom, Judah is the largest city in all of Judea. With no boundaries or walls, the city just keeps growing and is built on one of the few raised pieces of land in the area, making the city appear conical and raised at its centre where a giant cross is affixed atop the highest central spire of the main temple. The city is large and dense in population, but it does not have the bustling feel of Israel nor the calm, monastic seclusion of Damascus or Jerusalem. Instead, it operates as a kind of middle ground, a calm and peaceful place that busies itself along in its own time. Here is where the main chamber of Council Elders congregate once a month for their leadership meetings and where many major festivals are held for the people.";}
#pd_339:after{content:"Built on a small cape protruding in the Dead Sea, Moab is a city of two sections. The centre of the city is stone, built on the land and enclosed in a wall that sits on the very edge of the cape on all sides, with large open archways at regular points in its circumference. These points open onto wooden steps leading down to the rest of the city built in wood and across stilted platforms out into the Dead Sea. Beginning as docks to capitulate on the traders that moved between Judah, Israel and Ammun on the waters, the docklands spread and grew to include merchant huts for selling their own goods to the travellers. Then the homes of the merchants are constructed. Then another walkway for another dock to capitalise on still more trade. And so on it went until nearly three-quarters of the city of Moab is built upon the water - only the highest and richest born of families residing inside the stone walls of The Island.";}
#pd_296:after{content:"Famed for the Karnak Temple right on the edge of the province and the souk on the bank of the river, many visit this province to spend time purchasing spices and gold from the vibrant souk which forms the heart of the province. Rich and flourishing, the buildings of Aksum reflect the province's great flow of income, sporting brick buildings instead of mud.";}
#pd_298:after{content:"A province that borders the desert, the people of Anum have made it a habit of riding camels instead of horses, for the hump-backed beasts provide a greater form of transport across the dry, arid terrain of the desert. Anum itself is a bustling little province that warriors to artisans alike call home; most often because of several wells of fresh water available in the centre of its settlements. As a result, it is a great favourite of many foreigners to visit Anum to gain necessary wares before their return.";}
#pd_299:after{content:"An easy-going province on the edge of the desert, the people of Benin encompass the very meaning of enjoying life. Every evening would see the people of the province gather around the main square at its centre where people will share stories and meals and children are introduced to the predatory falcons that the people of Benin are familiar with, using them in their day to day life for hunting rabbits and hares for meals. The women of the settlement focus on textile work that can be sold in markets in other provinces, while the men focus on raising livestock and are mostly shepherds.";}
#pd_300:after{content:"Home to the temple of the Lioness Goddess Bastet, her temple is an anomaly in that it is split into two - one to worship Bastet, the gentle and benign cat and the other to praise Sekhmet, the dangerous and war-hardy side of the goddess. The temple is further surrounded on three out of four sides by water - a man-made lake, built to offer the goddess protection and supplied by rainfall. Worshippers pray to whichever side they need the benevolence of most at any one time, and many women make the journey to Bubastis to bow at the temple for safe pregnancy and childbirth, making the province home to many midwives and healers. Interestingly enough, the temple is also home to many cats, who are welcomed as divine beings within the province.";}
#pd_301:after{content:"A place rampant with crime and death, Edwa is a province many avoid when it comes to visiting or even just passing through. Somehow falling through the cracks of law, the vast amounts of bribery and cheating happening in this province mean that many either think themselves above the law or are royal officials who do not deserve their seat and are merely in place for the gold they can line their pockets with. Trying to find a way out of the province proves difficult too, for its situation far from the main capital and surrounded three out of four sides by deserts, mean that without the right finances to produce the needed supplies, fighting the surrounding environment becomes impossible. And the officials see to it that such gold is never in the hands of those who wish to leave...";}
#pd_302:after{content:"A large, time-telling temple stands as the main attraction in El Daihab. Built along the axis of the sun, twice a year, light will flood the innermost sanctum of the temple, illuminating three of the four statues of Gods worshipped within this temple - Ra, Amun and Ramses himself. The last god left in the shadows would be Ptah - which befits the mysterious creator god. Built by the Nubian tribes of Egypt, the people of El Daihab are of darker skin tone and sharper features as compared to other Egyptians, descendants of the native tribes of the more southern lands, their appearance now a mix of the two, favouring the Egyptian dominant features. The people of El Daihab are scholars and mathematicians, crafters and merchants. They believe in the application of skill and that time is precious.";}
#pd_303:after{content:"Neighbouring the old capital of Egypt, Elminya's entrance is marked by a large gate entitled the Bab Zuewila, which is in itself a sight to behold. Tiny workshops are scattered throughout the province, where coppersmiths and artisans make and sell their wares. The smell of melting copper and smoke is prevalent throughout the air in the province, with many residents can often be seen sporting leatherwear to prevent burns as they work.";}
#pd_304:after{content:"Famed for its great pyramids, Giza is the province closest to the capital of Cairo and is the sacred home of the ancient necropolis of the pharaohs of old dynasties. Giza is one of the sandiest and most desert-like of the provinces of Egypt, and there is little there besides religious monks, smugglers and camel traders. Giza is not a place where people live but where they reach or pilgrimage from when crossing out into the deserts of the west.";}
#pd_305:after{content:"A small coastal town on the edge of the sea, Itsmalia is known for being rich in fish and sea produce. The docks and quays of the province are always bustling with ships and boats. However, in recent years, Itsmalia began gaining traction in the eyes of those aiming for riches, when a mine brimming with semi-precious gems was found on the edge of the province.";}
#pd_306:after{content:"Set upon the winding curves of the Nile river, Kabwe is backed by orange-hued dunes and a peaceful province where most people visit to take a few days off of the hustle and bustle of the main city. The dry atmosphere makes it perfect for growing and cultivating tea plantations, especially with the river providing the irrigation that enables the flourishing greenery.";}
#pd_307:after{content:"Housing one of the biggest souk's in Egypt, Kafr El Ibsa's heart is its daily market where people from all surrounding provinces are able to bring their wares to sell. The souk supports wooden sticks holding up colourful textiles to block the searing sun as people shop. Everything from glassware to spices, fruits to cotton is sold here, and it helps that the coastal province is the first stop for many visitors on their arrival to Egypt.";}
#pd_308:after{content:"Known for the Souq-al-Gimmal, otherwise known as a camel market, visitors to this province can see many camels being sold, originating from other provinces like Giza. Other livestock can also be found in the souk, but most visit Kilwa to gain good quality camels, be it for their travels or to add to their livestock. A heavy, musky scent hangs perpetually in the air of Kilwa thanks to the large amounts of livestock available here, and much of the province is made of vast, flat land in order to upkeep the animals.";}
#pd_309:after{content:"A tranquil oasis amongst dry and sandy deserts, Kudos is a tonic to the regular Egyptian weather. With numerous freshwater springs and date palm plantations worked by farmers, the residents of the province stay, however, within the mud-brick citadel that dominates most of the view in Kudos. While the province may not be the busiest nor the most lucrative but it is considered a gem to the economy of the kingdom.";}
#pd_310:after{content:"A rough, hardy province that houses more loud-mouthed and rugged males than it does anything else, Kumaan is now mainly a mining province rich in resources such as marble and alabaster - a main component for the statues the kingdom builds in praise to its Gods and Pharaohs. Despite it being a busy province, many owners of mines in the area still wish they would strike gold one day - the greatest and easiest way to achieve the richness they so desire.";}
#pd_311:after{content:"A province that is near to other famous provinces, Kumut is a mix and a beautiful blend of tradition and relative modernity. A mix of vibrant colours and hardworking farmers, the province displays what is truly meant by a peaceful existence between people of different backgrounds. The buildings contrast each other, an eclectic mix of hieroglyphs and colours and many different dialects seem to meld together to perfect harmony in the evenings when people would roam the province after a long day.";}
#pd_312:after{content:"A province built over the waters of the Nile river, many of the people living in this province are experts at using water vehicles such as riverboats and the occasional abydos, as it is their main form of transportation across the province. The end of the town opens up to the sea itself, which means Lungwa has a nice coastal breeze year round, making it quite a laid back province - if not for the fact that learning to swim is a very handy skill should you wish to visit.";}
#pd_313:after{content:"The people of Luxfa are apparently as foolhardy as they are brave, for they are perhaps the only ones within the kingdom who are unafraid to perform the intricate art of beekeeping. Using hives out of clay or Nile mud, anyone visiting the province of Luxfa would see miles and miles of the human-made hives, which are moved up and down along the banks of the Nile depending on the time of the year, to allow the bees to pollinate flowers which are in season. This also means that Luxfa has beautiful blooms year long and is perhaps also why the flowers of Obsor - their neighbouring province - bloom so spectacularly.";}
#pd_314:after{content:"A neighbour to Kudos, it is no surprise that Malimasi shares much of its neighbour's temperate climate. An oasis brimming with palm trees with donkey carts roaming the streets, the province houses one of the only natural-spring pools of Egypt, where many people go for its supposed medicinal properties. Locals also use the palm trees native to Malimasi to make wicker furniture and hats.";}
#pd_315:after{content:"A small fishing village that has no claim to fame, Manopotapa, however, boasts a spectacular view on both sides of the province. On the one side, one would be able to set eyes on the mighty Mount Sinai, a particularly magnificent sight at sunset. On the other side of the small village, the beautiful azure sea would provide a soothing respite to tired eyes.";}
#pd_316:after{content:"Mansa's waters have long since been regarded as magical - purely because the ladies that originate from this province are far more beautiful and fairer than anywhere else in the kingdom of Egypt. With large eyes, long legs and a charm that exudes confidence, it is no surprise then that Mansa is also home to the largest number of pleasure houses - the largest of them being Lupanare, a building constructed solely for those seeking the pleasures of the flesh provided by the most beautiful women in the kingdom. Mansa is a province of distinct difference, beautiful, noble women, untouched and kept such for the nobility they aim to marry into and the most beautiful but lowest born of whores.";}
#pd_317:after{content:"Mendes would be an otherwise quiet and unassuming town, if not for the incredible temple for Banemdjedet right in the heart of the city. Chunky columns and walls covered in painstakingly carved hieroglyphics and paintings, Mendes see plenty of devout worshippers flocking to them monthly, especially in the drier months where they wish for the god of the river Nile to watch over their crops and plantations.";}
#pd_318:after{content:"Making its money from the various gold mines found in the heart of the province, Mirsa El Nasr is often known for being the choice smithies for the making of the royal names for the Kings and Queens of the kingdom. A province where the rich make their home, the buildings and manors of the province stand tall, proud and an extravagant display of wealth and this extends to the people that roam the street of this province.";}
#pd_319:after{content:"A dangerous province situated far from the province, Momborah was picked to house the most dangerous criminals in Egypt, with the largest fortress built right on the edge of the province. Surrounded by either water or a wall too high and smooth to scale by themselves, the citizens so unfortunate to stay in Momborah they steer clear away from the fortress, from where screams and whips could be heard on a daily basis. It is also the place where the most dangerous of criminals are sent for exile, never allowed to return to life as a regular citizen. The flipside of this means that Momborah has one of the more effective labour forces of slaves in the land and produces rock and mason work in volumes others can only dream.";}
#pd_320:after{content:"At the foot of Mount Sinai, Nabdorah has benefited greatly from the resources they excavate from the mountain and have earned a name for themselves by producing beautiful glass-blown items. Either used for decoration or actual daily usage, either which way, glassware from Nabdorah was known to be of the highest quality and highly sought after by many.";}
#pd_321:after{content:"Slightly further away from Kudos lies Naqmis, a province which seemed to have taken a different form of activity - training monkeys. Specifically, attacking monkeys. With many of the creatures roaming, the people of Naqmis have come up with a unique way of using the creatures to help in their daily life. With a high rate of petty crime, it was only in recent years that the people of Naqmis have started engaging the help of the primates to assist guards in their duties. Another bonus to the strange choice of pet? Monkey brains are delicious and monkey faeces fantastic for smoking.";}
#pd_322:after{content:"Perhaps one of the most beautiful yet small provinces near the old capital with little fruit orchards and vegetable gardens irrigated from Nile river water, Obsor is easily considered one of the most fertile provinces in the kingdom, especially when the province provides the most beautiful blooms year round. Many would come to Obsor for the choicest of flowers as offerings to the Gods or the dead, as well as to make ankhs for victorious kings and warriors. The people of Obsor have also been hired to tend to everything from palace gardens to temple gardens and everything in between.";}
#pd_323:after{content:"A musically and artistically inclined province in recent years, it shows in the nightly music that one would be able to hear from various establishments or houses if one took a stroll down the main street of the province. Qalha's shops mostly sell varying arrays of artistic materials, be it paints or musical instruments alike. Many of the best dancers from Qalha also end up being hired to be entertainers within the palace.";}
#pd_324:after{content:"Located on the Eastern Tip of the kingdom, Quesetta is another province perfect for a vacation destination. One of the few coastal cities that Egypt has, the province has a sort of peace and tranquillity otherwise not found in the kingdom and a beach that many visit to enjoy its salty breeze. Local shops often sell knick-knacks and accessories to entice tourists.";}
#pd_325:after{content:"A quiet and sombre town, Ras Sufaga is home to a large temple which houses many deities and a main temple where many go to pray. As such, many priests have also moved to the province to call it home and are the ones summoned by the royal family to perform any process of embalming required to mummify the body of any royal who has passed on to the afterlife. Much of the province are also experts at pottery and specialise in creating the canopic jars which are widely used in the process of mummification. The province itself seems largely uniform and serious in tone and colour, reflecting the mood of the people in the province itself.";}
#pd_326:after{content:"Not many stay in this bankside province of Rofah, largely because the province had recently been inundated by a moving band of hippopotamuses which has decided to make their home right at the edge of the province. As such, many houses sit abandoned from what was previously the western portion of their flourishing province of farmland and camaraderie. The remaining residents of Rofah situate their homes further away from the fierce, lumbering beasts and are always on the lookout for an angry hippo whenever they are out. Prior to the animal encroachment, Rofah is one of the largest provinces on the riverbank and the home of expansive clay and mud pits (hence the creatures' interest in it) and provides the majority of clay required for building in the cities.";}
#pd_327:after{content:"A province which built a great deal of its identity on their patron goddess, children in Sais would play with small bows and arrows even at the age of five, and all were brought up to be adept hunters and trackers. The people of Sais are devout to their patron goddess, and many yet were experts at making tools for the hunters their province was so famous for, making the province famous for its highly skilled archers.";}
#pd_328:after{content:"Mainly relying on farming and crops, Shedet grows much produce from cotton to rice. While the people of Shedet are humble and kind, they are hard workers who see the value of putting their full effort into ensuring their prosperous future. They do not mind the small mud brick huts they live in and greet everyone they see with the same friendly warmth.";}
#pd_329:after{content:"Sotte plays an important role in ensuring the safety and longevity of the kingdom, as the residents of this province are all well trained in the operations of the dam this province is built around. The dam played an important role especially during the rainy season, where it would redirect the waters of the Nile river to protect the main cities and the areas surrounding it from flooding. The people of Sotte are well versed with stone-masonry and are all deft with their fingers and hands, as well as being hard workers who think quick on their feet. Sotte is a large province that uses the redirected waters from the dam to irrigate large fields of rice and other much-needed crops for the kingdom.";}
#pd_330:after{content:"Carved into the edges of Mount Sinai, the people of Talutt are hardy and tough from their daily climbs up and down the side of the mountain just to get daily necessities like water and resources. Used to colder weathers, Talutt's terrain makes it highly unsuitable for growing crops and as such, the people of Talutt have grown to be smart and intelligent when it came to ways to earn income; including their major trade in hillside animals like sheep and goats.";}
#pd_331:after{content:"A province split by two by the Nile river, the Eastern Bank is a vibrant place with bright textiles and a bustling souk, while the Western Bank has vast plantations of sugarcane, a main export of the province. The farmers of the plantations work their farms over the week, before taking a boat to head over to the souk that opens on weekends to sell their wares.";}
#pd_332:after{content:"A large necropolis located on the west bank of the Nile river, Zanzibar took over from Giza as the resting place of the fallen several generations ago and houses the royal tomb of the Egyptian rulers. The royal tomb makes for a highly imposing picture from the way it looms up to a large pyramid and the royal family posts guards at its entrance year-round to ensure the safety of their dead and departed. The terrain of this area is sandy but arable, and livestock is the most common thing grown on the lands, producing materials from which clothing and fabrics are made. Zanzibar is a small province and houses only the caretakers of the dead and their families, but the wives of such men are said to be some of the finest weavers and fabric-makers in Egypt. A Zanzibar shawl, for example, is an expensive and luxurious thing to own.";}
#pd_333:after{content:"Positioned right on the edge of a gorge, Zefa has become a province culturally isolated from the rest of the kingdom, especially as they have, until recent years, only one way in and out of their landlocked province. The people of Zefta eventually developed their very own lifestyle and culture, especially as many foreigners choose to settle in Zefta to stay away from the wary eyes of the Egyptians. The unique culture developed and surfaced in their pottery and basketry making and in recent years, a pot or basket from Zefta is considered to be a unique gift indeed.";}
#pd_216:after{content:"A seaside town which has a perfect mix of tranquillity and fun, Acaris has a stunning beach right next to its main port of Gaios, where ships are perpetually entering and exiting. A busy port for merchants and slave traders to stop by for a drink or to spend a fun day off, Acaris is very much a town with a laid-back vacation vibe. The town of Acaris is the final point for all of the exports of winery by the House of Condos before it is exported to other kingdoms.";}
#pd_218:after{content:"With wide rolling plains, it is no surprise that the House of Leventi would be great at producing top-notch equines. With fresh luscious grasslands and small houses dotting the landscape, Acharist is peaceful and tranquil, with disturbances few and far between. Many have said that Acharist is quite a rejuvenating province, especially when one just stares at the landscape dotted with horses and humans both at peace together.";}
#pd_220:after{content:"Located on the tip of the kingdom, Aetotis is most well known for the ancient temple of Poseidon, located in Cape Sounion. Perched above sea at almost 200 feet high, the temple has six columns, rectangular with colonnades on all of our sides. The hall of worship is located right in the centre, where a 20 feet bronze statue of Poseidon stands tall.";}
#pd_221:after{content:"A confusing blend of the modern and historical, Argothia retains a fair amount of historical architecture, yet the people of Argothia are anything but traditional. Sporting colourful clothing and with many odd food concoctions, Argothia is a province of experimentation and fun. When night comes, Argothia provides a very different set of entertainment - including the famous Argothian Hetarias, always hanging around the Stadium Cronion every time an event is held.";}
#pd_224:after{content:"A small unassuming town in Taengea, perhaps the most drawing thing about this town was the large glass-blowing factory situated right in the centre of Doralis, with an attached tavern. Owned by the Condos family, the glass blowing factory functions mainly to produce the bottles used to contain the wine produced by the Condos vineyards. However, the glass-blowers also produce small knick knacks which they put for sale. On the edge of the town, is a small shrine dedicated to Dionysus, where a glass of wine is presented every other day as an offering for the god.";}
#pd_225:after{content:"The province of Elopia boasts great natural diversity. From high mountainous regions to striking beaches, Elopia holds towns that are just waiting to be discovered. Due to its variety in biodiversity, Elopia is also known for producing the different types of timber exported and produced by the House of Leventi, for different occasions and uses.";}
#pd_226:after{content:"Known for its narrow valleys and beautiful picturesque areas, Epirus celebrates a festival once almost every month, especially when they have a vast and easy supply of wine for festivities. Its vast amounts of lush grounds make it so that everything that grows out of Epirus's grounds would definitely be vibrant, ensuring the quality of wine produced by the House of Condos would be the best in the region. They are also famed for a particular strain of honey-infused wine, produced in the grounds of the Temple of Aristaios that no longer practises daily worship but is kept in find condition by local merchants, rendering it a central hub of their bee-keeping enterprise but also a tourist attraction for the curious visitor.";}
#pd_227:after{content:"A small cosy town that runs on a laid-back tempo, Euttica has nothing to boast of that would be mind-blowing, yet something about Euttica's small, easy-going attitude would put even the toughest warrior at ease. With a large populace of people able to be called on should a battle ever need to be fought, Euttica is thought of as the Gentle Giant of Mikaelidas provinces.";}
#pd_232:after{content:"Situated at the mouth of the Kouklia river that runs through Taengea, Maliania has often been touted as the most romantic province in Taengea. Its flowers are often in bloom, and many weddings have been performed there. Perhaps it has to do with the hilltop temple of Aphrodite that lends the town its romantic aura. The temple has an open court which is surrounded by limestone monumental walls, and right in the centre of the courtyard, the Fountain of Aphrodite stands, flanked by her sacred animals: a dove and a goose, with a rose in her hand. Many couples in love would visit the fountain in hopes of gaining everlasting happiness.";}
#pd_234:after{content:"A town full of life, Melis is full of taverns, and gets their wine direct from the Condos vineyards. Its cobbled streets are often dotted with drunkards or bottles of empty spirits - meaning Melis may not be the most picturesque of the kingdom. But it is where you should head if you want a damn good bottle of wine.";}
#pd_235:after{content:"Messenis is a wonderful display of fusion between art and culture, nature and mankind. The people of Messenis are wildly creative, and it is a constantly happening province. There is always an art festival or wine appreciation party going on somewhere, so if you want to find the life of the island, you know where to go.";}
#pd_238:after{content:"The province with the mildest climate all year round, Thesdiki is protected from the harsh changing climates of seaside port towns, and is situated right in the centre of Taengea. As such, the province enjoys lovely weather year-round, attracting many during the monsoon season or stormy season. The people of Thesdiki enjoy their weather so much, they even have a small shrine for the Theoi Ouranioi sky gods, to protect their good weather.";}
#pd_239:after{content:"As a province closest to one of the oldest active volcanoes in Taengea, Thessmea is home to abundant thermal springs on the upper levels of their province. The groundwater of Thessmea is heated by geothermal activity, and over time the pools of Thessmea has become a respite for many seeking relief from musculoskeletal pains and other issues. Water can reach scalding 60 degrees Celsius, and a public bath area was erected for the people.";}
#pd_240:after{content:"Many stories swirl around the historical province Thestus. Many are connected to myths regarding a few gods and goddesses of Greek culture, but no one has found any actual connection to the myths. One of the oldest inhabited towns in Taengea, it breathes history from its very cobblestoned paths and alleyways.";}
#pd_229:after{content:"A stunning landscape of greenery and rolling hills regardless of which angle you see it from, Macendia is a province flanked by dramatic snow-capped mountains and a quaint charm that is retained in their quiet town. Most of the fields are filled with the horseflesh owned and bred by the Leventi family but explore the area on the walking paths that winds itself around the town, and you will discover the unique charm that is Macendia.";}
#pd_222:after{content:"Located in the beautiful centre of Taengea, Chaoedia is surrounded by luscious green and verdant forests. Emerald landscapes are as far as the eye can see, with a gentle breeze and a constant presence around the province. The buildings retain basic Taengean architecture, with pretty colourful houses nestled in the craggy hillsides. The dense forests are kept beautiful and abundant, and all of which are managed by the Dimitrou family.";}
#pd_233:after{content:"Considered one of the most beautiful towns in Taengea, Meganea is built on a sheer cliff, and provides a breathtaking view of the kingdom - if you manage to scale its sides, that is. The hike up is not easy, and definitely not for the untrained, but the view is worthwhile.";}
#pd_236:after{content:"If you want good food - get to Oettias. Seemingly producing the best chefs in the kingdom, Oettias chefs have often been hired as palace chefs, which makes the natives of this province horribly proud. They pride themselves on great seafood, and the seafront promenade has plenty of vendors selling freshly caught fish.";}
#pd_161:after{content:"A seaside district on the edges of Colchis, Almosis is famous for its beautiful views of the sun setting into the Grecian sea, silhouetting the kingdom's protective Hydra's Teeth. What had started as a small fishing town, slowly became a centre for quick daily jaunts from Midas for a brief reprieve from the busy city. The quaint district holds a peaceful atmosphere and at night the lanterns bring to live open-air markets selling Almosis delicacies and handicrafts made for sale as souvenirs and gifts.";}
#pd_163:after{content:"The most populous area after Dolomesa and Magnemea, Arcanaes functions as a major production hub for Colchis. The province houses the most skilled goldsmiths whose workmanship is so fine, their products are prized throughout the land. As the most expensive province within the kingdom, Arcanaes is barricaded by the Kirakles mountains, making it highly difficult to access even after landing at the Midas docks.";}
#pd_164:after{content:"Few cities reflect Colchis's history and wealth as well as the main settlements of Chaossis. Known as one of the most elegant places in Colchis, Chaossis has beautiful architecture and scenic alleys, stone-paved squares and ruins of an old Colchian castle made for a long-dead baroness atop a hill. One of Chaossis's top events of the year is Chalceia, where people from far and wide in Colchis will attend the celebration on the last day of Pyanopsion to honour Hephaestus as a deity of handicraft. The people of Chaossis are the largest producers of weaponry and swordcraft, along with jewellery and accessories woven from metal. The smell of smelting can always be sensed in the streets and the alleys are always hot with the heat of crafting fires during their long working hours.";}
#pd_168:after{content:"A province that has been literally carved into the mountain, Eubocris is often known as the Gorge. Literally a valley that has been made from the forces of nature, Eubocris has no carriages or chariots to speak of, and the people of Eubocris travel solely by horseback - purely because the roads it has are not wide enough to safely let a vehicle pass through. Eubocris is separated by the clear spring water of the Alfron River, which can be traversed by a handmade footbridge.";}
#pd_169:after{content:"Whitewashed buildings creep up the hillside of Illytia, with narrow pathways that lead you to the top. Once there though, your reward will be a stunning view that reaches almost to Taengea on a good day, if you squint. The people of Illytia are all hardy and tough from all the uphill walkways of their province, and function as a midway point for anyone moving their exports or imports to or from portside towns.";}
#pd_181:after{content:"Built and developed as a service port for the kingdom's exports and imports, Oreboea faces the sea on three sides, with several waterfronts and a scenic lagoon that is connected to the sea by a narrow inlet. The people of Oreboea will often use the lagoon (named Voulismeni) to cool off on a hot summer day.";}
#pd_182:after{content:"As the neighbouring province to Arcanaes, Pieria is a small and unassuming little province and would've been unnoticed had they not housed a sacred shrine - the Temple of Hephaestus. Carved into the mountains itself. Almost 100m above the ground, the Temple consists of three main caves and various other smaller ones. The largest of all is referred to as the Theseion Cave, with high ceilings and the figure of Hephaestus carved into the face of the mountain. The other two caverns depict the story of Hephaestus and how he came to be the Colchian patron god of metalworking, craftsmanship and fire.";}
#pd_177:after{content:"By day, Megaris looks to be an innocent, quaint small town with tea houses and sweet waterfront houses. However, by night, one would do well to stay away from the province. Sometimes known as the 'Sleepless Town', Megaris houses the largest number of brothels and 'flute girls' available within the Kingdom, and it is almost an unspoken rule that if one wanted a good bit of 'fun', Megaris is the place to go.";}
#pd_180:after{content:"A province suffering from being just across the sea from Magnemea, Nethisa takes the bulk of any escaped slaves and the slave traders who manage them. Plagued by drug dealing, and a recent influx of whores, it is obvious the main town in Nethisa suffers serious urban decay, especially with a rising rate of robbery and violent crime. It is ill-advised to traverse the streets of Nethisa alone, and definitely not without a weapon. to Add to this rumour and mystery, the dreaded Scorpion's Sting wander the streets and land of the province, a visual reminder of the mad baron in his dark castle.";}
#pd_166:after{content:"One of the largest provinces, population-wise, Dolomesa is perched right on the top of the mountains. In her belly, lies the source of her growth - a network of mines filled with the gold and silver Colchis is so famous for. The people of Dolomesa are hardworking, regardless of gender, age and capability. They all pull their worth in the day-to-day duties in order to fulfil their responsibilities to the Colchian crown. Dolomesa has various cart-way tracks that run throughout the whole town, serving the mines deep below. The peak of the town provides the best view of the whole of Colchis.";}
#pd_176:after{content:"Magnemea is the dark province mother's threaten their children with. One of the two most populated provinces in Colchis, Magnemea is unlike its counterpart Dolomesa. The province looks more worse for wear, with alleyways running every which way. The towns, that all merge together into one big maze across the mountainside are easy to get lost in - and for good reason. Slave trades happen on a day to day basis here. Magnemea has its own harbour, where the slaves are shipped in and then brought to the market for sale. No matter which noble would purchase the men, women and children, however, they were all going to the same place. Down into the mines. The atmosphere in the town is poisonously oppressive, and it is obvious from the shabby houses and dirt roads that money is not spent on its towns, as the Magnemea nobility horde the gold for themselves in the furthest reaches of the mountains.";}
#pd_167:after{content:"What had started off as a small silver mining town, eventually became a hot spring town when the silver ran out. Elimea is a small province but one of the only provinces in Colchis that houses a hot spring source within its mountains. Running through the town is Edipsos Stream, a stream filled with hot mineral water from the heart of the mountains.";}
#pd_175:after{content:"The small, unassuming province of Lyncaea houses some of Colchis's most skilled stonemasons. Almost every noble and royalty in Colchian would head down to Lyncaea to ask for their skills in building gorgeous mansions, fountains, cobbled streets and squares, all from using the kingdom's rich resources and weaving in the culture of Colchian people within their designs. Right at the heart of the town square, was a gorgeous fountain which functioned as the testament to Lyncaea's skill in masonry.";}
#pd_174:after{content:"One of the largest areas of provincial land and one of the few flat areas of Colchis, Laconia grows a significant portion of the kingdoms' food resources. The province also holds one of the largest mobilised forces, independent of the Colchian army.";}
#pd_179:after{content:"Incredible scenery of fields and forests, Molossia is a perfect place for anyone wishing to reconnect with nature, or just have a great time on a holiday. On the edge of the main town, just before the lush forest that borders Molossia, is a small shrine dedicated to Gaea, a place where Molossians come to pray to the Greek goddess of the earth for lush vegetation and abundance in everything.";}
#pd_247:after{content:"The Origin. The Sacred Place. The only area of cool and vibrant green life. A small rainforest situated in the southern western corner of the Sahara desert. The Bedoans have strict rules upon this place, built into their culture and ethos on how and when it should be visited.";}
#pd_506:after{content:"A glistening white city at the heart of the largest harbour on the Hellenic coastline, Athenia's capital boasts the same name as the kingdom itself. At its core lies the city's Inner Circle, including expansive royal palaces and manors, grand temples and the largest scholeío in Hellas. Its Outer Circle is three times as large and home to the common people, markets, stores and an immense maritime trading harbour. North of the capital lie the kingdom's provinces. Despite the strong preservation of social class distinctions, even the lowest housing in Athenia is well-built with most residences being carved from stone, not wood. Instead of issues with food or shelter: both in plentiful supply, the city's greatest obstacle is over-crowding and the common bouts of sickness that flood the streets.";}
#pd_105:after{content:"Located in the exact centre of the Kingdom of Athenia is the province of Aetaea, a colony of forest dwellers who have utilised their lush surroundings to their advantage. Royal and noble caravans alike visit the province’s well known hunting grounds, and it has even been rumoured that Artemis and her hunters can often be seen on midnight hunts, silver accents glinting under the celestial bodies.";}
#pd_107:after{content:"Neighbouring Aetaea, the province has a mixed landscape. To the north, on which it borders Aetaea, the lands are densely populated with tall trees. Unlike its neighbour, however, a majority of those residing in Aetola situate themselves in between the forests and the mountains, located on the southern portion. It is often, however, that the province is divided, and whispers talk about a possible splitting of the province due to such vast differences in ecosystems...";}
#pd_108:after{content:"A city of gold. That is what Arcasis is known as, mostly for the fields upon fields of golden grain that glint in the sun’s rays both at sunrise and sunset. The harvest is not, however, the only thing plentiful in the province. By far the most populated in all of Athenia, Arcasis is said to be a dreamer’s paradise. There are things to do at all hours of the night. Opportunity lurks around each and every corner, and it is said that no one departs Arcasis without fulfilling their destiny.";}
#pd_109:after{content:"A mix between laid back and talented, Arcana is a coastal town filled with abundant catch in its seas, and very proficient ship-makers. Shipyards dot the edges of the cobblestoned path by the sea. Located on the furthest end of the town stands a strong fortress built to house the Princess whenever she visits her barony, and a training ground for the White Shields, who guard the province.";}
#pd_110:after{content:"An isolated province standing on the furthest end of Athenia, Attia has traditional architecture that stands out amongst its infrastructure, and healthy mountains that produce an abundance of fruits, vegetables and flowers. The best healers in Athenia are known to originate from this province.";}
#pd_111:after{content:"At the province’s centre, a large garden surrounds the baron’s manor. In it lies the most prized fruits in all of Greece itself, only available for consumption if one has the right connections - Or the right price paid. Said to be blessed years ago by Demeter herself, Attictris receives multiple bountiful harvest each and every year without fail since its inception. Among the most peaceful people in the land, the residents of Attictris are as sweet as the fruit and wine they produce, and are known to be light of heart and merry.";}
#pd_112:after{content:"A moderately large province in Athenia, Boetris is famous for the large Iquitos River that runs right through the province, enabling the people of Boetris to travel from one end to the other of the province purely by boat. The richness of nature within this province also meant that the ceramics and textiles produced are uniquely special, using the motives of life in their province as inspiration for the patterns.";}
#pd_113:after{content:"Like the province itself, the people of Chacris only have one focus and one alone: Profits. Home to some of the most frugal and stingy in all of Greece, nearly all of the people of the province work in the mines. Composed almost entirely of caves, Chacris’ founding colony retreated into the complex underground tunnels. Nearly impossible to navigate if not native, many traders and other foreigners have been forever lost in the Chacris labyrinth. Overall, the landlocked, predominantly underground province is tolerated by the other cities of Athenia due to its sole export.";}
#pd_114:after{content:"A mountainous region, Chaopian's are perhaps the fittest in Athenia. A slice of paradise away from the main city, the small province is one of the coldest in winter months due to the altitude it is situated in. Many escape here for a reprieve from the heat during summer months. Families in Chaopia are farmers by heritage, and harvest wonderful produce that is sent right to the royal family for their meals.";}
#pd_115:after{content:"Walking around Carinth is like a fairytale - with a beautiful ancient castle that somehow was saved from the harsh fingers of time over the years, Carinth's architecture is connected by various cobbled lanes that lend a romantic air to the province. It also has a lively nightlife that attracts people from all over the kingdom, with notoriously friendly locals who will make your day.";}
#pd_116:after{content:"A town at the foot of the mountain, Doloria is a quiet and sleepy town for most of the year, and usually serves as a midpoint for people travelling to either Chaopia and Corinth. With rocky outcrops and barren lands, Doloria's only possible export is stone, leaving them with little to survive on.";}
#pd_118:after{content:"A little town tucked away in Athenia, the province has vast rolling hills filled with grass, perfect for the cattle that they farm for one purpose only - leather. Compared to Arcana, this province isn't as busy despite being a coastal town as well, however Elierea is famous for being right smack in the middle of the annual migratory route for whales during late autumn.";}
#pd_119:after{content:"The younger sister of Elierea, Elisaea is a smaller province connected to Elierea. Upon entering the province, you would be greeted with large kilns erected, where most of the people in the province work everyday. A province which is warm regardless of which direction you go, one would always hear the burning of the fire and the humming of its people as they work, a general light-hearted tone that seeps throughout the province.";}
#pd_120:after{content:"Located in one of the most dangerous waters in Athenia, the people of Epistis are tough and courageous, unafraid of the shark infested waters that they live in. A province that is surprisingly bland and tasteless as compared to the rest of the kingdom, Epistis does not have much to speak of in terms of infrastructure or architecture, neither does it have much personality for a province.";}
#pd_121:after{content:"Famous for producing quality sailing materials, it is of no surprise that this seaside port town of Eubois has many fine sailors in its midst. At any one time, they would have an array of ships sailing either in or out of the Eubois port, and what had started as a small fishing village, is now home to sun-kissed coves and pebbled beaches.";}
#pd_122:after{content:"A landlocked province, Haephtys lacks the development of many rivalling provinces in its proximity. However, it is able to produce some of the most lavish of goods, often ending up sported by royalty and nobility, as well as their armies. The Crimson Blades may have a smaller population to select warriors from than most, but they are known to be one of the most dedicated and vicious groups of all in the kingdom.";}
#pd_123:after{content:"Art, food, and wine - that's what Illoclis is about, in whichever order you prefer. Heart-stoppingly beautiful with terrains covered in wheat that is as golden as the eye can see when harvest time grows near, Illoclis is a landlocked province that somehow still has an abundant water source throughout its province.";}
#pd_124:after{content:"Housing one of the most stunning waterfalls in all of Athenia, Laconis can be considered the neighbouring province to Corinth, although in truth, they are situated below. The temperature is slightly warmer compared to Corinth, but still pretty chilly. The chilly winds enable the people of Laconis to plant fruits of a different kind compared to the lowlands, which are sweet and juicy.";}
#pd_126:after{content:"A small, sleepy fishing village, Loclis's fisherman are strong and courageous. While not as dangerous as the waters in Epistic, Loclis's location next to Elisaea puts it right in the middle of the whale's migration path - and the people of Loclis are not afraid to put that to good use. For the rest of the year, however, they are content with the shellfish that they have in abundance in their waters.";}
#pd_127:after{content:"Up until very recently the poorest and most backwards of the Stravos baronies, Lyncestia saw its fortunes unexpectedly improve as it came under the management of Lord Elias of Stravos. While not quite remarked for its fertile lands or bountiful grounds, Lyncestia does, however, boast a significant amount of protected coves and easily-defensible bays which constitute the ideal setting for ship-building sites. It was through this route that the Stravos heir chose to develop his barony, turning the province into a hub of the Stravos naval industry, ruled from its blood-red castle on the cliffs.";}
#pd_129:after{content:"Classy and proud, the province is probably one of the richest, with many nobles aiming to obtain land within the province to live among the rich and mighty. The streets of Magnestis are always busy, for many merchants find it the most lucrative location to sell their goods. It isn't odd to see gold-plated chariots on the streets, while the coastal walk by the edge of the province serves up the freshest seafood you'll ever find in the kingdom.";}
#pd_131:after{content:"With the province producing wine itself, it isn't surprising that many who visit this province often end up drunk or sprawled by the side of the streets, regardless of the time of the day. Life in Mesnia is unpredictable, however, with its a prevalent sense of unease as they have managed to get their hands on opium and other herbs that - rumour has it - induces enticing visions.";}
#pd_132:after{content:"With a major export of alcoholic goods, the province is known to be home to some of the 'freer-spirited' in the kingdom. The people of Messaly are rumoured to all be drunkards, with loose men and even looser women. However, despite the reputation of constant celebrations, they manage to be one of the most successful provinces in the kingdom, standing among the wealthiest in all of Greece. The atmosphere is warm, and many often joke that the province should belong to Taengea.";}
#pd_133:after{content:"A port town that was once proliferate and abundant, now a sense of danger hangs around the province ever since pirates began to favour this destination for their ships to come in. The province has high risks for violence, with the locals of the province scurrying away in fear of any unfamiliar faces, for fear of being taken away to be part of the slave trade by the pirates. There have been few instances to get rid of the pirates from the province, however, none have been successful. The fruit farms while once successful, are now under the control of the pirates who undercut the farmers in the province, to take their produce for themselves.";}
#pd_134:after{content:"Bumpy with all of its hills, Piessis makes an excellent herding province. In a recent census, it was found that there are more sheep in the land than people who reside in it. Most residents find work in the textile industry or aiding the militia. While many would believe the countryside-esque province to be peaceful in nature, with a lackadaisical landscape and serene pastures, Piessis is one of the most violent places in all of Athenia, and its militia is second to none.";}
#pd_135:after{content:"The small town of Thesnia prides itself on a very 'hands-on' approach when it comes to dealing with their livestock and produce. The locals are humble but proud of their work, and there is a beautiful sense of satisfaction and home every year during the birthing season of their livestock. Many have chosen this small landlocked town as a retirement home as they grow older, resulting in Thesnia having a very high ratio of older residents to young ones, making it difficult for farmers to find young help.";}
#pd_795:after{content:"At the south-eastern tip of Sardinia lies Oblia. Scattered villages are located on a predominantly rocky landscape and the entire region sits on the island’s iconic headlands. In most bays, visitors can see the masts of ships mid-build: a trademark vista of Oblia. Naturally, with such a regional focus on shipbuilding, most villages and population centres have a strong maritime theme, focusing on fishery, sail-making and woodcraft. Local Oblians take pride in the fact that each ship built with Oblian hands is constructed with local oak and that such craftsmanship is a sought after commodity, far and wide. The area also benefits from tourism thanks to picturesque cliff sides and open ocean views.";}
#pd_776:after{content:"Occupying the northern half of Sardinia, Caralis is known for its rugged, mountainous terrain and its rolling hills dotted with olive groves and vineyards. The largest region on the island, Caralis also serves as home to the largest population under Cassia rule. Several larger ports overlook the ocean connected by winding roads through the mountains and amongst fields from vibrant green. Whilst winters can be bitter cold in Caralis, the balmy Mediterranean summertime more than makes up for the cooler months.";}
#pd_807:after{content:"Located on the south-western edge of Sardinia, Sardon is an area of wild and untamed forests parted by streams and rivers flowing chaotically over the hillsides. The region’s coastline is marked by secluded coves, sandy beaches, and rocky cliffs. Sardon is predominantly populated with shepherds and farmers who settled in clearings or by the coast and they export all manner of forestry, including herded animals, hunted game, timber, herbs and thatch.";}
#pd_789:after{content:"Located on the northern side of Corsica and featuring a rugged coastline dotted with steep cliffs and hidden coves, Mariana is a shipwright’s paradise. The island has rich access to wood and the coves create calm waters for the shipbuilders before launching the newly crafted ships into Neptune’s domain. Unlike its cousin province in Sardinia, Oblia, Mariana is a smaller hidden jewel of the Mediterranean. Shellfish are numerous in the area, as are larger maritime game including sharks and whales. Whalers and adventure seekers will often cast off from Mariana, after praying at the town’s temple of Neptune for good fortune upon the waves.";}
#pd_770:after{content:"Adventurous travellers may discover Aleria, towards the most southern tip of the Corsica isle. This is a valley town, hidden from maps and the common roads. Large numbers of wildflowers and unfamiliar fauna grow here and the medicinal herbs and plantlife the hillsides yield is said to be so potent it’s almost magical. Aleria is known for having an older population with a long life span for its residents. Many seek out the elders of Aleria for wisdom and guidance. It is also home to a natural spring, rumoured to be the source of such long and healthy lives. Those who suffer terminal illness will often make the journey to take the waters and pray for a miracle at the hands of Mercury, God of Medicine.";}
#pd_783:after{content:"Bordering the Hellas kingdom of Athenia, Illyrica is a luscious terrain of rolling plains and fertile farmlands. Connected by a web of dirt roads are open fields in which the finest of equines are reared, trained and raced. The scent of freshly-cut timber fills the air from the carefully maintain forestry in the area and the province boasts a constant soundtrack of pounding hooves echoing over the earth.";}
#pd_806:after{content:"Salonae is a region of stunning beauty. Vast olive groves lay scattered over shallow hillsides and pretty valleys. Small, family-run cheese farms clang their sounding bells and herd their wandering livestock. In summer, the air is filled with the buzz of bees collecting nectar from wildflowers and bolstering the local honey farms. In winter, the idyllic greenery is interrupted with hints of danger as streams become raging rivers when snowfall melts on the nearby mountain tops.";}
#pd_788:after{content:"Macenni is as different in summer to winter as day is to night. The entire region comes alive during the spring with the fragrance of blooming grapevines and in the summer when the wheat fields rustle gently in the wind. In winter, the cold sets in and survival becomes most paramount. Livestock are kept within the homes of humans to keep them from the chill and the winds from neighbouring valleys bring frozen gales over the fallow fields. After harvest and until the spring rains, the greatest joys of Macennians are the local taverns, fine brews and the stories shared over a mug and pipe by the fireplace.";}
#pd_816:after{content:"Verona is located in a lush, fertile valley surrounded by rolling hills dotted with vineyards and olive groves. A river flows through Verona proper, providing a steady source of water and a bustling thoroughfare for agriculture and industry. To the city’s east is a dense forest which is home to wild boar and deer. Annual hunts and traditional feasts are paramount in Verona, as well as the trade of artistic, acting and theatre. Literature and poetry are the lifeblood of its people, the stories revered on stage its primary calling.";}
#pd_799:after{content:"Parma is located on the fertile plains of a large river that flood seasons all in order to grow barley and rice. The city itself is home to philosophers and scholars pondering the mysteries of the universe and traversing the stars with a large society dedicated to astronomy and religious debate. Whilst other areas might renounce questions of science as blasphemy against the Gods, in Parma, such inquiries are proof of an intelligent wit and are seen merely as a celebration of the complex and intricate world the Gods have created.";}
#pd_832:after{content:"A luminous, regal location, Alaca Hoyuk has an element of the divine. As resting place for generations of royal tombs, many of its buildings are highly decorative and give the impression of power and wealth. Divided by a thin, natural stream from nearby mesa plateaus, the royal tombs lie to the west of the city and the common residents to the east. There, crafters and merchants are inspired by their rich surroundings and the work offered when new tombs are constructed. As such, they specialise in fine crafts of faience, jewel-work, gold inlay and advanced sculpture and architecture.";}
#pd_833:after{content:"Once home to a great temple of the Hatti, now moved and reconstructed in Zippalanda, Alinna still receives Hattic travellers and pilgrims looking to gaze on the original site of their religious center. Now, Alinna is a new hub of devotion: as the origin of iron. Hattusa’s most prized creation is formed in Alinna where local rock formations channel the gales of the Windy Season to high speeds, stoking forges to their hottest and producing the highest quality of purest iron. Most of Alinna work in, or in some way connected to, these major forges, supporting the skilled smiths and metalworks who manage them.";}
#pd_834:after{content:"Once the largest city of the Hatti, Ankuwa is now a smaller, residential area just a day’s ride south of Hattusa. The Hattic population is larger here than anywhere else in the empire but other geneaologies live just as happily with them, side by side. Perhaps this is due to Ankuwa’s famed brewing of barley ale and festive, musical culture. Homes in Ankuwa are also pleasant to live in, filled with fine craftwork, embroidery and woven fabrics of the highest quality. Ankuwa is a vibrant and satisfying place to live and receives many visitors from the capital looking for a colourful time away from home.";}
#pd_835:after{content:"Along the western coastline hugs a bustling metropolis. With dozens of docks and ferrying ships across the straits, Arzawa is a town of trade and of money. In large areas of Hattusa, the value of exchange is still used but here only coins will suffice. A hundred languages and dialects fill the air as ships from across the Mediterranean and Black Sea converge on one trading centre. To most, Arzawa feels like the core of the entire economic world and its markets are second to known for exotic spices and foreign crafts. Come and explore the colour and the awe of the entire civilised world at your fingertips.";}
#pd_836:after{content:"Located north of Kizzuwatna, Atuna is a land of plenty. On the river Seyhan, the town's lands stretch beyond its low walls and out across the flat terrain of the southern empire. Whilst most live within the city itself, the expanse of fields out across the plains are their love and their home: for they provide the food and sustenance for vast numbers of people in Atuna and the surrounding cities. Fields of wheat and barley grow here, with labourers tending the fields and millers in the town working the grinders from dawn until dusk. The flour is then sold along the trade routes between Kizzuwatna and Hattusa, keeping both metropolises well fed. Atuna may not be much to look at but it's the lifeblood of many and the people here are aware of their significance to the empire, taking great pride in their work.";}
#pd_837:after{content:"Carchemish is a city of difficulty. Poised just a day's ride from the eastern Hittite border, it is the first port of defence against enemies from Assyria. As such, the city has been the location of a hundred battles and years of bloodshed. Its walls are high and its defences thick. Now in peace time, within its walls live a proud and defiant populace of Hittites alongside merchants and traders from the Assyria nation. Whilst the Hittite empire is one of diverse tolerance, the history of this particular city causes friction and its leaders are often forced to mitigate disagreements and bring squabbles in the streets to justice. Carchemish is both powerfully significant to the defences of Hittites but also an exile away from the central settlements of the empire. More or less self-sufficient and surrounded by fertile lands, Carchemish is a rich city of both produce and character.";}
#pd_838:after{content:"The capital of the empire Hattusa is not only the largest city within its nation's boundaries but in the civilised world at large. Larger than Cairo, Thebes, Rome, Athenia... there is no city like Hattusa and even those who reside in equally large nearby cities gawk and gape at the scale of Hattusa.";}
#pd_838_2:after{content:"The capital is set on multiple levels over a natural mesa in the center of the empire's territory with steps and winding roads up and down the hillside. At its top rests the royal palaces of the royal family. Every male born to the royal line has his own estate atop the hill, each a cluster of large-scale buildings for both his private residence, the residences of his wife, the rooms of his eventual children and his seraglio. Not to mention the buildings dedicated to his servants, workers and general maintenance of the estate. Hundreds of formal, royal residences therefore sit atop the city. On the gentle slope of the mesa lie the homes of the aristocracy, rich merchants and members of the nation's Council. Many such men and women also have homes in Sapinuwa or further afield in bustling trade towns like Arzawa and Kizzuwatna. Those who are charged as Antuhsas will also have residences in the cities they are responsible for. Many homes atop the mesa, therefore, can be left to stand empty at certain times of the month or year.";}
#pd_838_3:after{content:"Further down the mesa and stretching out as far as the eye can see, is the rest of the city. Each building built from stone, there has been no wooden shortcuts in the construction of Hattusa. It stands as a pillar of strength, with every structure solid and unmoveable. Surrounding the city are walls as high as three men standing atop one another's shoulders, thick enough to be walked and defended by military personnel. Gates all around the city welcome visits from every direction. With so much open land available for the city, it does not suffer from the usual weaknesses of so large a population. Most of the streets are wide and therefore uncluttered. Multiple springs all around the mesa offer fresh water and cleanliness. Even the poorest of households live in stone buildings, often with more than one or two rooms. Hattusa is a city of grand comfort and hard workers who take pride in being the center of the civilised world.";}
#pd_839:after{content:"Like Atuna, Kanesh is one of Hattusa's largest suppliers of grain and food. With fields of wheat, barley, oil and palm trees, vines, fruit trees and nut fields, Kanesh's diversity does not mean a small yield of each substance. Instead, Kanesh claims one of the largest areas in the empire for its command. Its populace is so widely spread out that it more resembles a mini-nation with little towns of two or three homes apiece spread out amongst the fields. At its core is Kanesh itself. Once the capital of the empire, Kanesh was originally a small town that grew beyond its confines. When its position became untenable for the growing populace, Hattusa was built and the ruling classes of the empire relocated. Now, Kanesh is a city of zones, neighbourhoods and low walls with a stout foundation and a large populace of labourers, millers, merchants and crafters. It is said that if one needs anything, they can always find it in Kanesh.";}
#pd_846:after{content:"Just a half day's ride east from Kizzuwatna lies Karatepe. Whilst Kizzuwatna sits in its enviable position for trading, it is also a weak spot in military defences should southern nations turn against the empire. Yet, with its flat terrain and wall-less architecture, Kizzuwatna requires a protector. Karatepe is a fortress of might sitting on a raised cliffside just a few miles from the trading outpost. From here, catapults can shoot down on-coming ships and infantry and chariots can ride downhill to defend their neighbouring settlements. During peace times, Karatepe becomes a training centre and the core of military activism. The fields around the fortress are almost always full of men running drills, learning combat techniques or racing chariots and horses across the open plains. Whilst Samuha operates as the military's brain, where commanders decide and record the future of the empire, Karatepe is the muscle of Hattusa's fighting forces, ensuring that the army are ready for battle at any given moment.";}
#pd_840:after{content:"Located on the southern shoreline of Hattusa, almost directly central to the empire, occupies Kizzuwatna an enviable and expensive position: on the sea and open to maritime trade, but also the closest one can get to the capital by water. The main road between Kizzuwatna and Hattusa is a bustling thoroughfare for the ancient world, with traders always visible on the horizon. The wall-less city of Kizzuwatna itself is less densely populated and intense than Arzawa. With a relaxed and colourful environment, it's the main hub of trade with the Hellas nations and Phoenicia; the two nations with which Hattusa has the best political relationship. The only disturbance to this peace, if it is a disturbance at all, is the occasional K'm'tic ship to pass by. Kizzuwatna is strong in trade (both exchange and coin) and brings in a significant amount of Hattusa's southern imports. Its leaders also take responsibility for maintaining the trading route north to the capital and have militia monitoring the route against bandits and thieves.";}
#pd_841:after{content:"Just a day's ride from the northern coast on the Black Sea lies Mount Zaliyanu. At its feet is the city of Nerik. A large, bustling city with an industrious citizenry, Nerik handles a lot of trade from across the northern sea but is predominantly a town of weavers and linen merchants. It also handles a small amount of clay from nearby valleys. Whilst such trade might not be glamorous or effective in attracting visitors from other cities, plenty swarm the walled gates of Nerik for a single purpose: the Temple of Teshub. This central temple to the king of the Hittite gods, the Storm God, is carved literally from the stone of Mount Zaliyanu, within which the God is believed to reside whenever he visits the mortal plane. It is widely rumoured that the support and care that Nerik’s people and leaders take of the God’s mountain home is what keeps Teshub’s favoursome eye upon the empire.";}
#pd_842:after{content:"Samuha is the oldest city in Hattusa. Before the Hurrians, before the Hatti, before the empire, Samuha sat in the bend of the Kizil Irmak river, flourishing with life because of the small patch of fertile soil and freshwater that the river and local mesas provided. Now, other cities have grown up across the empire, leaving Samuha in the dust as far as size and civility goes. Yet, the archaic majesty of Samuah has been respected by turning it into a city of history. Here, libraries, record rooms and some of the finest homes remain a mecca for aristocratic and academically minded. Vast stores of clay in the nearby lands provide the material for this record keeping. Also within these stores lies the Parntuzziyant. A single storey, circular building with a roof of multi-coloured glass, the Parntuzziyant is the meeting hub for military leaders during war time. It is the central table from which the Tabarna and his most loyal decide the fate of the empire.";}
#pd_843:after{content:"Whilst Hattusa is the best residence for the aristocracy when it comes to politics, Sapinuwa is the city in which one resides for pleasure. Most royal families, if not the anukhas, have secondary homes in Sapinuwa. Here the roads are wider, the markets brighter, the crafts of higher quality. The lowest of classes don't seem to exist in Sapinuwa, as households simply keep their servants living in small annexes to their large-scale properties. Every building within its walls, therefore, seems to belong to the wealthy. Located just a day's ride north of Hattusa, atop a winding incline, Sapinuwa is the perfect getaway for those who have no need to escape their own lives and shines like a beacon of the best possible trade to any and all merchants who aspire to sell to the rich and powerful.";}
#pd_844:after{content:"Originally the location of the first Temple to Istustaya and Papaya, Goddesses of childbirth and midwifery, it is no surprise that Tynna has become a place of healing and science. With one of the foremost education institutes in the world, the Histaimas, located here, Tynna is a hub for the intellectual. A collaboration of science and faith, it is home to priests and physicians alike who work hand in hand to relieve the sick and learn the human form. Famed for its medicinal poultices, herbs and talismans from local temples, Tynna also produces rich organic products such as nut oil and citrus fruit (particularly lemons). Whilst active worship of Istustaya and Papaya as now fallen out of use, temples to Kamrusepa now dominate this city alongside those of Hannahanna, Arma and Zulki.";}
#pd_845:after{content:"Referred to by the Hatti as Zippalanda, Usaki Hoyuk is home to their famed temple of Wurunsemu - the mother Goddess. Here, Hattic peoples come on pilgrimage to visit the temple, now dedicated to all the Gods alongside Wurunsemu. In metaphor of the Hattusa's diverse populace, temples to the Hurrian and Hittite deities also lie at Usaki Hoyuk, which has now become the holiest of grounds and cities. Whenever a major life event of dangerous venture is to be taken, many within the empire will travel for days just to pray at Usaki Hoyuk for good favour in their future efforts. Alongside the temples, maintained day and night by the priests, basic trade goods are produced here to maintain the economy. Rope is wrapped, oil is pressed and wax is churned and worked into candles.";}
#pd_818:after{content:"An immense hub for trading and commerce, the city of Aleppo sits on a central hill encircled by eight less prominent others. A nine-gated wall encircles the city, with a great citadel as the jewel to the city’s stone crown. The buildings are composed of a mix of architectural styles, narrow alleys, and caravanserais that offer luxury and respite for travellers looking to rest. Tall vaulted ceilings cover the souk markets, which are known through the kingdoms for their sweets, textiles, carpets, and famous Aleppo soaps. To many travellers, Aleppo is a cornucopia of commerce, culture, and social exchange.";}
#pd_819:after{content:"Nestled between the foothills of a large mountain chain and the edge of a tributary of the Tigris river rests the city of Arrapkha. Shaded from harsher weather changes, the climate here is more temporate than other areas of the Nation but the rocky land is hard to tend. Located along an important trading route with Babylonia, to the south east of Assur, the farms stretching out beyond the main valley are common targets for bandits and nomadic tribes travelling through the mountains. Due to its connections to the east, the city has been conquered and re-conquered again, but the population has managed to thrive and become more ethnically mixed due to the frequent changes in governance.";}
#pd_820:after{content:"Assyria's altitude gradually increases towards its eastern border before swooping down into the fertile crescent of Babylonia. Along the ridge of this shallow cliffside lies Assur. Protected on almost three sides by craggy rockface, the plateau on which the capital city stands is not its own defence. High, thick walls and advanced battlements with war engines, catapults and vast crossbow contraptions make the fortress city completely impregnable. Despite the miles east of Assur being vulnerable to invasion over and again, no force has ever battled their way beyond Assur.";}
#pd_820_2:after{content:"The city is built on a single level, including the chief residences of the upper classes. But the estate of the king appears more as a castle than a palace, towering several stories above nearby buildings. Atop this too are armed means of defence. Built from stone, like the rest of the city, the royal acropolis is a monstrous structure to behold; a mother dragon of stone surrounded by its children.";}
#pd_820_3:after{content:"The rest of the city is built strategically in zones, large enough to support different areas based on class, wealth and trade. Each area is defined with gates and walls, guarded by street soldiers. Alleyways and streets are covered with tapestries and coloured textiles. Vast open courtyards have shaded stalls for trade. The streets are guttered for the runoff of rainwater and in brighter areas you might find the occasional pot or window box with colourful flora. The city is vast in population and busy in trade. You can find anything and everything in Assur...";}
#pd_821:after{content:"The city that began as a small merchant colony has been growing into a cultural, commercial, and religious center in recent years. It is known for its distinctive mud-brick, beehive style of housing, unique to the region. The city is also popular with scholars, who travel from all over to the site of Haran’s developing university for science and learning. Haran is also the sacred city of the moon god Zuen, and there is a large, stunning temple here dedicated to him. Travel to this city is not for the faint-of-heart, as it is surrounded by several hundred miles of desert and the searing summer heat is deadly to any who enter the region unprepared.";}
#pd_822:after{content:"While the kings of Assyria are buried in Assur, their Queens find their final rest at Kalhu. The city has been renovated several times, leading to an interesting patchwork of architecture, telling the tale of vogue designs from times long forgotten. Beautiful motifs cover many of the buildings and corridors within them, depicting the long military history of the city. For it is considered a great honour to train one's soldiers in the shadow of their fallen, maternal Queens; as if the women are to be protected still in death. One of the most luxurious cities in the empire, Kalhu is home to one of the first zoos of the ancient world, complete with botanical gardens filled with animals and plants the ruling class have brought from afar on their military campaigns.";}
#pd_823:after{content:"The province of Nasibina supports a surprisingly booming trade given the environmental challenges faced by those who live here. Only the toughest and most determined of individuals manage to eke out an existence from the rocky and jagged landscape. Summers are sweltering, arid, and clear, and the winters are long, cold, and commonly overcast. The only boon to the area is its geographic location; considered to be the primary point of contact between Assyria and Mitanni. In times of peace, it is a focus for trade between the two lands. In times of war it is a focal point for claim, due to its prestigious mining resources and obsidian ore veins. These 'black diamonds' are a predominant and sacred source of wealth for the entire Nation. The massive double wall that encircles the city has withstood three lengthy Mitanni sieges, allowing Assyria to eventually sue for peace and strike the current accords. The inhabitants of Nasibina are suspicious of outsiders, which is unsurprising given how many outsiders have attempted to conquer the area.";}
#pd_824:after{content:"On the northernmost part of the Tigris, at the highest point able to still be reached by boat, lies Ninuwa. The banks are lush and green, and full of all manner of waterfowl, mammals, and fruit trees. The rivers teem with fish, and to anyone travelling the long days it takes to arrive, it appears a vision of green on the horizon. Dry agriculture is practised on the land, for the earth here is fickle and prone to droughts and grasshoppers. Despite this, the main town of this province remains the connection point where the major trade roads from East to West meet the great river of the region.";}
#pd_825:after{content:"Insignificant on its own and yet a vitally important province, Rezeph is is an informative way station for any invaders marching from the south. Essentially a desert outpost, it has no spring or running water, and so it depends on large cisterns to capture the limited spring rain and even rarer winter snow. This sustains the local population, who also graze animals on the thorny, stubby grasses and vegetation native to the semi-arid region. Travellers must stay vigilant, for temperatures in this province can plummet by 20 degrees Celsius as it passes from day to night. One industry that flourishes in this area is the hospitalities craved by wayfaring strangers: taverns and brothels. A large portion of the Rezeph population are either working girls or labourers carting supplies of water and mead to the popular, but dry, watering holes.";}
#pd_826:after{content:"A great port province, Sidon boasts bordering both the Mediterranean Sea and the land of Phoenicia. A jewel in the commercial crown of Assyria, the province is rich in valuable trade items and well-positioned from a military perspective. It is known for its skilled glass craftsmen, hand embroidered goods, and uncommon purple dye. For many looking to travel through Assyria, it is an excellent port-of-entry and ideal for stocking up on supplies.";}
#pd_827:after{content:"The province of Terqa sits to the west and slightly south of the Assyrian capital Assur. On one side sits the banks of the Euphrates river; on the other, the Arabian desert. Its namesake town boasts three concentric walls and is heavily fortified to stave off desert raiding, which is unfortunately common in the region. The province is known for its stores of precious materials such as agate, carnelian, and lapis lazuli. Prized for their colour, they are turned into beads and jewellery by the tradesmen in the region.";}
#pd_828:after{content:"Near Assyria’s far northern border between a pair of great salt lakes rests the province of Tushpa. A pair of mostly-dormant volcanoes shelter the fertile area from the region's harsh, and at times, extreme weather, although the price of such protection leaves the area subject to earthquakes. Nearby hot springs created by the volcanic activity have also been known to attract weary travellers to this province. Known as a garden province, residents are renowned for their skills in breeding quality animals, particularly horses to draw Assyria's world-class chariots. The area also boasts a massive man-made aqueduct, which brings fresh mountain spring water to the farms and cities in the area. This allows for orchards and vineyards to be maintained in the surprising lush northern oasis that is Tushpa.";}
#pd_829:after{content:"Waššukanni is a vast city with an even larger population. Like many capitals, it boasts defensible fortifications, rudimentary aqueducts and residential technologies and open spaces for trade and assembly. The original city, now known as the First District is home to the royal palace, the residences of the rich and the stores and trading posts of wealthy merchants. Homes that were once the residences of common folk have been expanded and improved, elevating them to a higher class. A heavy wall surrounds the First District and beyond lies the new home of the less worthy.";}
#pd_829_2:after{content:"With so many decades of war, the southern territories of Mitanni have been decimated over and again, their inhabitants seeking asylum further north in the capital. Waššukanni grew beyond its borders, the inner circle evolving to house only the upper classes and new homes being built beyond its walls for the capital's newest residents. Nearly fifty years ago, a new wall was constructed to protect the peerage and the Second District was formed. Yet still the city grew.";}
#pd_829_3:after{content:"Now, poor housing and shanty town structures fill the surrounding countryside. Though larger than most other capital cities, over half of Waššukanni's population lies outside its official borders and protective battlements. These people live in conditions ranging from poor to squalid, making Waššukanni a city of both extreme, luxurious wealth and destitute poverty.";}
#pd_792:after{content:"With the mining of stone and iron from the surrounding lands at the base of the Alps, Mutina has become home to wondrous artisans. With the finest materials reserves for local sculptures, Mutina’s largest export is the remaining stonework for building materials in other lands. Mutina blacksmiths are also highly famed, harnessing the wind from the upper valleys to burn their forges hot and craft swords and spears that favoured by warriors near and far.";}
#pd_802:after{content:"On the northmost coast of the Mediterranean travellers come to the grand city of Ravenna. Surrounded by salt marshes and lagoons, the city itself is built on a selection of small islands connected by bridges and canals. Twelve piers and ports stretch into the sea like the legs of a giant spider and the tang of sea salt is always in the air. As well a heavy export trade, the boggy areas around the city yield pete and pitch for building and construction.";}
#pd_815:after{content:"Famed for its crisscrossed waterways that run through the heart of the city, Venici is as unique in its appearance as it is in its economic and strategic value. The city is bustling with activity and its proximity to the sea and the ease of access by ship to the inner city means that Venici is a commercial hub to almost the entire Mediterranean area. Street vendors peddle to locals and foreigners alike in the many city markets and the fresh air of the sea can be felt everywhere. By each pier, the calls of seagulls and the clatter of boats navigating the canals can be heard and in the heart of the city, you find the distinguished Neturo scholars who teach subjects such as rhetoric, logic, mathematics, and astronomy to their students.";}
#pd_773:after{content:"Arretium is a region of rugged mountains surrounded by lush, rolling green hills, which provide a stunning backdrop for the iconic red-roofed buildings. The narrow and winding roads often lead to small groves dotted around the hills, and the region is characterised by its vast clay pits and bustling ceramic trade. The earthy smell of freshly dug clay fills the air, mingling with the sweet fragrance of wildflowers growing on the hillsides used to craft exclusive perfumes and cosmetics sold beyond the regional borders. The earthy red clay is harvested and moulded by skilled artisans into a wide range of practical and decorative items, from amphorae for transporting wine to intricate sculptures for adorning the homes of the wealthy.";}
#pd_811:after{content:"Tancona consists of rolling hills overlooking the coastline. A grand city built on a hill overlooking the ocean is home to traders and artisans alike. The buildings are white marble, with domed roofs and ornate arches. The streets are wide and paved with smooth stones. Known for its opulence, with ornate gardens, fountains, and statues at every turn, the people of Tancona are proud and aristocratic, and their clothing and mannerisms reflect the region's thriving supply and demand for fashion. Tancona is a region of great wealth and opulence, where the air is filled with the heady scent of freshly-cut flowers and the soft rustle of silk garments. Amongst the grandeur of the architecture, there is a certain tension in the air, as if the very stones themselves are imbued with the ambition and rivalry of the region's powerful and wealthy citizens. It is at night that the region truly comes alive as the streets are lit with lanterns and torches, casting a warm and inviting glow over the luxurious buildings and shops. You can hear the sound of music and laughter spilling out from the courtyards, where the rich and powerful of Tancona gather to see and be seen. Though, despite its vibrant energy, Tancona has a certain tranquillity that sets it apart from other Roman cities.";}
#pd_805:after{content:"Saculum is a region of wild and rugged beauty where dense forests and jagged peaks dominate the landscape. The scent of pine trees and the earthy smell of freshly-cut timber fill the air as one would navigate to winding paths through the forest and over rocky bluffs to the regional capital nestled in the heart of the forest, where the trees are tallest and most rampant; a journey that is full of breathtaking views. Though the city itself does not match the region's natural magnificence. It is a place of dark alleys and hidden corners, where the air is thick with the scent of smoke, sweat, and something altogether more sinister. The streets are lined with run-down buildings and abandoned storefronts, many of which serve as fronts for the region's vast underworld network. Walking through the streets, you'd hear hushed whispers and furtive footsteps as people go about their business under the watchful eye of the region's powerful criminal groups. The people of Saculum are a tough and scrappy lot, with a fierce determination to survive in a world that can be cruel and unforgiving. Despite the danger and lawlessness that pervades the region, there is a certain sense of camaraderie and loyalty among its inhabitants. They may not have much, but they look out for one another, and there is fierce pride in their independence and resourcefulness. To outsiders, Saculum may seem like a place to avoid, but for those who call it home, it is a place of community and survival, where the bonds of family and loyalty run deep.";}
#pd_803:after{content:"Reate is a small region surrounding an immense lake, where the water is clear, and the fish are abundant. It is a region where the finest quality limestone is mined from the quarries of the surrounding hills. The buildings are constructed from this same rock, which has a warm, golden hue that glows in the sunlight. The streets are narrow and winding, with colourful awnings overhead and vendors hawking their wares. The region has a relaxed, laid-back atmosphere focusing on the simple pleasures of life. Reate is known for its hearty cuisine, featuring locally-sourced ingredients like fish, game, and wild berries. Despite its modest size, Reate is a welcoming and friendly place where visitors are treated like old friends. At night, The air is filled with the sound of music and laughter, and the pace of life is slow and unhurried.";}
#pd_810:after{content:"A port city in the east of Sicily, Syracuse bustles with the arrivals and departures of new ships every day. With easy access to beaches and a warmer climate, it is common to see the people of Syracuse outdoors, even with the large homes owned by many of the wealthy merchants of the city. Trade is the most common activity in the town, and the people of Syracuse have learned to not get attached to any one person lest they sail off the next day. Due to the trade connections, wealthier people in Syracuse also have access to goods, jewellery, and produce that is traditionally found in other lands, while the poorer tend to be able to find jobs assisting in unloading ships and can occasionally snag something valuable, either as payment or through sneakier methods. Just a bit inland, it is more usual to see people growing crops such as grapes to be traded with those from lands farther away, or made into wine for consumption or sale.";}
#pd_784:after{content:"In western Sicily lies Lilbaeum, one of the Evander family's prized port cities. With a large population and an economy constantly in motion, Lilbaeum is active in repairing ships that dock at its ports as well as creating new ones. The people of Lilbaeum depend on trade for most of their livelihoods, but within the city there is also a strong tradition of growing grain due to the fertile soil found in the land. The buildings closer to the ports often welcome those from distant lands, serving as both inns and taverns, and the children of Lilbaeum are fond of collecting the stories of strangers and swapping them when those who have told them are long gone; with a little embellishment, of course. In the middle of the city is a well-known temple to Mercury, God of traders and merchants, which sees the presence of many throughout the year, but is most popular during the summer, when a festival sees Lilbaeum decked out in more riches than one might imagine a port city has to offer.";}
#pd_787:after{content:"A large wall surrounds the main city of Lycri, while outside its battlements are many farms growing produce of all types in the fertile soil that the province is known for. Built for defence in a war that was forgotten long ago by even the grandparents of Lycri's oldest citizens, the walls are now kept up as a memory and symbol for the strength of the people within them. Green is a common colour for the people of Lycri to see, as those within the city's walls participate in the trade of produce that sustains the province. Fresh fruits and vegetables are the most common focus of meals in Lycri, but shepherds outside the walls have been known to slaughter their sheep for meat on special occasions or when there appears to be a surplus. The honour and glory of the Lycri ancestors is now found in a large circus built just beyond its walls. Grand chariot races are held here every season, the annual summer event popular all over Roma.";}
#pd_813:after{content:"Compared to most of the lands owned by the Evander family, the province of Thurion might seem like an afterthought. A rural area with a small population spread over a large amount of land, things are usually quiet in Thurion, though gossip spreads quickly. Agriculture is the main focus of Thurion, with most of the population connected in some way or another to farming grain. Those who do not farm grain find themselves searching for jewels and precious metals in the mines that are located in the east of Thurion, though this puts them in a more precarious place than some are comfortable with. The many temples spread throughout Thurion are considered some of the most beautiful and serene despite their small status, as they are ornate in style and often decorated with grain braided by the priestesses who attend to the wishes of the gods of Roma.";}
#pd_794:after{content:"Best known for exporting wine considered to be among the finest not only in Roma but in distant lands as well, the Evander family's northernmost province, Nola, is a comfortable land with a little bit of a dark side. While much of the population is within the bounds of the law, either farming grapes or working to make, sell, or trade the fine wine, there is an underbelly that prefers to stay unnoticed unless you speak with the right person or drop the proper amount of coin. Almost everything in Nola has a price, including that which might go unspoken in the more savoury parts of Roma. The people of Nola are the friendly sort, but also tend to be private about things that truly matter to them for fear of danger. They'll eagerly speak to the bounty of a new harvest or of imported goods, but family matters and true feelings tend to simmer beneath the surface until things boil over.";}
#pd_771:after{content:"A mountainous province seemingly covered in trees, Ardea supports a medium population that is proud to be connected with a royal-blooded house. The population takes advantage of the mountains for defensive purposes, but they can also be a hindrance to the people as well, as it can be difficult for merchants to reach the province. Additionally, farming food crops is near impossible in Ardea and, as a result, much of the population depends on livestock as well as the olive trees that manage to grow in the province's rocky soil. Thankfully, many also have the option to trade the wood that grows seemingly everywhere and there is a growing interest in carpentry among the younger generations. This province tends to feel the coldest parts of the weather more strongly so buildings are built to hold up against the harshest of weather. Not to mention the wolves that come down from the peaks every winter for a slightly warmer climate.";}
#pd_797:after{content:"A province that borders the coast, Ostia enjoys a mild climate through most of the year and most residents are wealthy enough that they want for nothing, thanks to the connection with the royal-blooded house and their own history of power. The shores of Ostia make for an excellent spot for relaxation, and people have been known to travel for a chance to luxuriate on the beaches. Fishing in the oceans is often lucrative, and coral reefs are at once pretty and dangerous for local sailors. Many a man has been able to make his fortune through casting out a net or diving for buried treasure, provided their ship does not snag on a rocky underbelly. While the soil in Ostia is not the best for farming, it makes for a rather solid clay that is famously coloured with Ostia dyes and turned into luxurious mosaic pieces.";}
#pd_775:after{content:"A province with a large population condensed into a relatively small space, Capua has seen rapid growth recently as nearly discovered ores of gold and ruby have brought miners, investors and treasure hunters alike to the area. This has caused turmoil to the nearby soil, is interrupting the limited agriculture the Capuans already suffered from and has overrun the taverns, inns and temporary housing in the towns. Illness is becoming an issue and physicians are the most highly paid profession in the area.";}
#pd_793:after{content:"The sandy shores of Neapolis may not be good for farming, but the fame and demand of its glassware ensures a strong economy in the area. Fishing also comes easily to this coastal province, providing an alternative food source if and when trade simmers down for a season. The people of Neapolis tend to live a more simple life than other areas, even if many of its residents are considered more wealthy than most.";}
#pd_800:after{content:"Perusia, a city rich in diverse culture and trade, the area is dominated by the Albula - the Tiber - river, with fishing as a main staple of both sustenance and trade. Skilled boat makers, net weavers, and navigators, there is an abundance of marine life to be cultivated and aquatic vegetation to be used, as well as the farming of rice and barley in the surrounding wetlands. Beer and mead are also brewed in Perusia and, whilst never considered a delicacy, are popular draughts amongst the common folk for several provinces around.";}
#pd_801:after{content:"A province well known for its extensive libraries, Pisae is heavily influenced with its many artists travelling from far and wide to seek inspiration and creativity. During most of the year, Pisae is well known for its beauty with lush fields, havens of wildflowers and blooms of every colour lining the window boxes in town. The town enjoys a clear view of the Albula. Its clean, fresh waters on the horizon add an almost ethereal quality in Pisae and traders travel to and from the river daily for fresh fish. Many have sworn to seeing Nereids and Naiads playing amongst the river's currents and a flash of white or sparkling light in Pisae’s wells or aqueducts is often met with imaginative stories of baby creatures lost in the waterways.";}
#pd_780:after{content:"A province in which the collegium population dominates the area, the city is home to many schools and private tutors for young minds to learn and grow. Higher ranks that can afford the continued education and wish to send their children into an independent lifestyle fund their sons and daughters to live amongst these academic buildings. Campus life feeds into the pulse of the surrounding city area. With the majority of these migrant students being virile young men gambling halls and brothels are already numerous and continue to grow in number.";}
#pd_809:after{content:"The largest province in Roma, called the golden ocean with its fields of wheat, Solsinii moves at an efficient, business-like rate. Workhands till the fields, sew the crop and harvest the goods with piston-like precision and efficacy. Business and profit are the ruling powers of the area. Farm life dominates its citizens as much of the crops dominate the land. In the few fields not glowing golden in the sun, green vines support the grapes that go on to create the famous and exclusive Solsinii wine.";}
#pd_786:after{content:"Luceria tends to be a forgotten province. Usually considered to be the middle of nowhere, not much happens here besides the occasional missing cow; usually attributed to the wandering bandits that plague the province's less populated roads. Luceria is an otherwise kind and tranquil place for people to start over with mild neighbourly concern and general respect for privacy. There is the occasional passing pilgrim to the old temple of Ceres but, due to the fact that it is nearly in ruins, not many bother.";}
#pd_808:after{content:"The people of Sipontumi might be divided on how they feel about the Cannae and the Venetis (the land recently traded from the former to the latter), but the province itself is thriving. Benefiting from major trade routes with Hellas, Sipontumi is paradise for those wealthy enough to afford it, while those scraping by can usually find some menial task that might pay for their food for the night. The discord caused by the recent trade trickles down to the people, as the change in management has allowed crime in Sipontumi to claim a stronger hold on the poverty-stricken areas. With people arriving from all over, however, it’s easy to leave and hard to get caught on the Sipontumi streets.";}
#pd_812:after{content:"Despite being coastal, Tarentum doesn't see much benefit from trade as other Veneti cities do. The occasional foreigner will drift up to the ports of Tarentum, but, for the most part, the city is occupied by generations who have lived there their whole lives and will continue to do so through their children and grandchildren. Most livestock is imported, but food crops are enough to sustain the people of Tarentum, and occasional surplus is traded to gain that which the people lack. Meat is a luxury and wine is a common trade in stock. The population is rather small and spread out, with large land holdings being common among the upper class, along with owning many servants and slaves. The lower classes can manage to scrape by performing farming lbour or even assisting the occasional merchant ship that arrives on Tarentum’s solitary pier.";}
#pd_774:after{content:"One of the most densely populated provinces in all of Roma, almost everything and anything could happen in Brundis. And, with new people, goods and more arriving every day, most everything does. From trading goods from far away lands to more illicit activities, Brundis has it all and a large diversity of people to carry it out. The only thing that doesn't happen in Brundis is farming. As a result of short-sighted farming practices earlier in the province's lifetime, the once-fertile soil that led to the initial growth of Brundis is now barren and dry despite the nearby water, making its people almost entirely dependent on the constant flow of trade.";}
#pd_790:after{content:"A province with not too much in the way of population, Metapontum is home to the legendary temple of Juno, which is dutifully maintained by a small but dedicated group of priestesses and eunuchs. Although Metapontum does see many more travellers than most provinces, not much trade is done, as these travellers tend to bring what they need to sustain themselves and perhaps an offering to the goddess. Primarily rural, most of the people living in Metapontum consider themselves farmers. Metapontum is generally quiet, its most trying times in the hottest of summers when wildfires are a risk and droughts dry up the local wells. Every now and again it seems that Juno blesses the people of Metapontum with good fortune, leading to an influx of travellers and pilgrims who bring stories and colour to their otherwise humdrum lives.";}
#pd_785:after{content:"Best known for being greatly affected by a storm some fifty years ago, Luca is a once-great province that seeks to rise again. The province's medium-sized population is rebuilding the houses that were destroyed in the storm, whilst only the most wealthy and well-built are still standing. Some of the richest residents of Luca fled the province, leading to the occasional odd sight of peasants and former slaves residing in what was once the home of their wealthy master. Not many people come to Luca on purpose though, as the province begins to see some success in farming after so many years, more people have begun to turn their attention back towards its lands.";}
#pd_798:after{content:"Home to one of the largest libraries around, Paesia sees more than its fair share of scholars travelling to marvel at these great texts, but the majority of the population doesn't care too much for such tomes. The majority of Paesia’s population are illiterate peasants and slaves that serve the rich residents of the area. It is more common for the people of Paesia to speak three languages if not more due to the constant arrival of travellers from other lands who seek out the library or the popular papermakers but, once that language is recorded to parchment, it becomes the property of only the few.";}
#pd_778:after{content:"Nestled within a picturesque coastal landscape, lies the enchanting region of Castile. At its heart, perched upon the rugged hills and mighty mountains, Castile's largest city stands as a testament to the resilience and ingenuity of its inhabitants. The city's architectural marvels cling to the slopes, forming a tapestry of terraced buildings, stairways, and winding streets that defy gravity. As one navigates the labyrinthine pathways, breathtaking panoramic views unfold at every turn, showcasing the vastness of the surrounding landscape. Crowning the highest mountain peak that looms over Castile, a grand statue of Neptune, God of the Sea, stands sentinel, surveying the city below. Majestic and imposing, this colossal monument commands reverence, casting a protective gaze over the inhabitants and commands the ocean's ebb and flow into the narrow inlet that serves as the city's only access point from the sea. This vast, man-made port is a marvel of technology. As the tides rise, the waters ascend within the port. The gates are then closed at a calculated hour. As the waters recede, the dam gates keep the ships within the port floating as the sea’s waters retreat. Only when the tides rise again can the gates be opened and the boats set loose once more. In times of high tide, ships and boats navigate with urgency, taking advantage of the precious window of opportunity to enter the city's protected harbour. Merchants, travellers, and curious onlookers gather along the shores, eagerly awaiting the arrival of vessels that can only approach or lave twice a day.";}
#pd_796:after{content:"The province of Oltarum sits just next to a long-dormant volcano. Due to this, the province is best known for selling stone from the many quarries located throughout the province, as well as the occasional rumbling that is often interpreted as the frustrations of one of the gods. During these rumblings, the people of Oltarum and its visitors drop what they are doing and celebrate the gods and goddesses of Roma to quell the anger. The medium-sized population of Oltarum also dedicates one day of each month to place offerings to the gods and goddesses along the roads of Oltarum. In the spirit of Mercury, visitors who are in need are welcome to take these offerings, while the gifts left at the temples are considered strictly for divine hands only.";}
#pd_791:after{content:"Molcena is quiet and full of nature, especially to the north of the province, where dense forest prevents easy travel or building of roads. It is well-known for the hospitality of a particular inn to the west of the province. No one can remember the origins of the building, but since the beginning of memory it has been an inn where anyone is welcome, no matter their intentions or identity. Although the inn has changed hands many times, most of the people of Molcena are known to respect the current innkeeper. Traditions are long-standing here. Such as travellers nailing strips of cloth or souvenirs to the back wall of the tavern. Now a hodge-podge tapestry of travelling history, many will go out of their way to stay at the inn and join the depository of colour and texture.";}
#pd_814:after{content:"Blessed with a picturesque location, Valencia boasts sandy beaches that stretch as far as the eye can see. Valencia's coastal charm is amplified by its bustling harbour, where ships from far and wide dock to unload exotic goods and eager travellers. Beyond the bustling waterfront, Valencia reveals its affiliation to Rome through its architectural splendours. Stately columns, triumphal arches, and grand amphitheatres dot the cityscape, testaments to the magnificence of Roman engineering and design. The streets are adorned with elegant houses and opulent villae maritimae, showcasing the wealth and excess of Valencia's elite. As one venture further inland, Valencia's beauty transitions into rolling hills and fertile plains. Lush vineyards carpet the landscape, producing wines renowned for their exquisite flavour. Olive groves stretch towards the horizon, offering a bountiful harvest of olives and their precious oil. Horse trade and the breeding of equines is also renowned in this area.";}
#pd_782:after{content:"Harpi is a land of diverse landscapes that astonish the senses. Towering mountain ranges dominate the horizon, their peaks kissed by wisps of clouds. Majestic rivers meander through fertile valleys, nurturing flourishing crops and sustaining thriving communities. Harpi boasts a landscape of rugged beauty, with hidden caves and grottoes nestled within its ancient mountains. To the east, however, lies a forest so unruly and tangled that it has never been truly conquered by mankind. Talk of nymphs and woodland sprites is common in the area. And those who try to fell the trees in this area frequently meet with misfortune or accident…";}
#pd_772:after{content:"Arisam is the poster province for the phrase 'not all that glitters is gold'. Shiny and filled with various mines that bring up jewels and precious metals daily, trade is common in Arisam as people make their way there to marvel at the jewellery and gems. However, beneath the shimmer of the precious metals lies a criminal underworld that thrives on the constant rotation of people in and out of Arisam. For now, it has mostly gone unnoticed, with only the occasional disappearance of a coin purse or servant being noted, but as it grows stronger, Arisam might be in danger of becoming the type of place visited only by those who know of the deep, dark secrets within, the worst of such secrets being a thriving human trade in slaves and mine workers.";}
#pd_777:after{content:"Cartagena's story is one of both resilience and mystery. Once a grand capital city, half of it was tragically swallowed by the unforgiving ocean during a violent earthquake that shook the land. The cataclysmic event forever altered the city's landscape, creating a captivating underwater realm that draws explorers from far and wide. As you gaze upon the crystalline waters, a mesmerising sight unfolds. Submerged villas, statues, and ancient constructions that once adorned the city now rest silently beneath the clear depths. Sunlight dances through the gentle currents, illuminating the preserved remnants of a bygone era. This submerged world becomes a haunting reminder of the city's former glory and the power of nature's fury. The underwater ruins provide a sanctuary, offering shelter, food, and an intricate maze of hiding places for the marine creatures, bolstering big game hunters and their ships. Above the waterline, Cartagena stands as a testament to the resilience of its people. The remaining half of the city carries the scars of the earthquake, but it has risen from the depths to rebuild and thrive.";}
#pd_779:after{content:"What makes Cordova remarkable is its exquisite network of subterranean caves that lie beneath the region's surface. Delve into the depths of Cordova and you will discover a mesmerising underground world with hidden chambers, intricate tunnels, and natural wonder. These subsurface realms were formed over centuries, sculpted by the mysterious forces of nature. Stalactites and stalagmites, adorned with delicate crystalline formations, create a breathtaking spectacle. Glowing underground streams cascade down shimmering rock faces, painting the caves with ethereal hues, as if capturing the very essence of the earth's magic. Venture deeper into the subterranean labyrinth, and you will stumble upon ancient chambers adorned with awe-inspiring artwork and inscriptions that whisper tales of the past. These underground galleries served as clandestine meeting places for philosophers, scholars, and artists who sought refuge from the chaos above, their creativity flourishing in the embrace of Cordova's hidden realm. The harder to reach areas are destinations for treasure hunters and thrill seekers but often become graveyards for the foolhardy. Harsh currents, changing tides and the occasional cave in has brought many a venturer permanently down into the seabed. Ancient, local cults that use the maze of caves for secret meetings and as ritual sites are the talk of the town. These mysterious cults hide among the population, but what strange rituals do they perform for their pagan gods?";}
#pd_769:after{content:"Also known as the Enchanted Valley, Aesernia is tucked away in the Roman mainland; a hidden gem and a sanctuary of lush greenery, sparkling waterfalls, and ethereal mist that dances among the ancient trees. The valley is said to possess a mystical aura, captivating all who venture within its embrace. Legends whisper of enchantments that permeate the air, where time seems to stand still, and the veil between worlds grows thin. It is believed that those who enter Aesernia may experience extraordinary encounters with mythical creatures and unforeseen mythical phenomena. This captivating realm, steeped in mystery and wonder, beckons travellers and dreamers alike to explore its secrets and immerse themselves in its otherworldly beauty. No-one has yet to link such magical experiences with the vast fields of wild opium poppies growing nearby…";}
#pd_781:after{content:"Frentaani is a land of contrasts, where the rugged beauty of the Apennine Mountains meets the fertile plains that stretch towards the Adriatic Sea. When traversing this captivating province, travellers are greeted with fertile soils and favourable climate, yielding abundant harvests. Adding to the colourful tapestry is Frentaani’s focus on fruits. Oranges, lemons, apples, limes and grapes create blankets of bright hues. Frentaani boasts a proud cultural heritage that is celebrated through vibrant festivals, lively markets, and traditional craftsmanship. Skilled artisans ply their trades, creating intricate ceramics, exquisite textiles, and finely wrought metalwork that showcase their mastery of ancient techniques. One of the province's highlights is the renowned Temple of Apollo, an ancient sanctuary perched atop a hill, offering a panoramic view of the surrounding countryside. This sacred site, dedicated to the god of beauty and craft, stands as a testament to the spiritual beliefs and devotion of the people of Frentaani.";}
#pd_508:after{content:"The capital city of Colchis, Midas appears more a rugged natural artefact than a man-made city. Around the highest peak of the ISLAND isle, spiral streets and stone buildings hug, but these structures do not cling. They are not welded to the side of the mountain as additions to its silhouette but dug into its belly. Upon its upper levels, closer to the peak, are the temples, senatorial chambers and the estates of the royal houses. Windows and balconies are abundant upon the front face of each building for, inside, only burning brackets and a clever use of silver mirrors keep the rooms lit. Carved into the mountain itself, by the sheer grit and determination of the Colchian people, these estates are as permanent as seascape vista they look out upon. In the lower levels of the city, where winding slopes and stairs splay down into wider homes and streets, the common people rest. Residences, stores and courtyards are all formed from stone. Some carved into the land, others built in massive blocks. Internally, peat, clay and lime wash define the chambers. The tips of wooden poles mark floor levels and structural corners, protruding from the light coral exterior. On a sunny day, Midas gleams a crystalline beige. In the wind and rain it holds strong, fabric awnings and window coverings quickly removed and wooden shutters pulled into place against the fall hurricanes. Midas is a powerhouse of a city, grand and intimidating to all who wonder how such a monstrous place could be honed from the mountain itself. But to the people who live there, it is the unbreakable embrace of home.";}
#pd_513:after{content:"Vasiliádon is the largest of the Hellas capitals. Despite Athenia's great landmass and population, Vasiliádon prides itself on being the longest-running, largest-grown and most improved capital city of the Aegean. Originally a single castle and neighbouring residences, protected by a circular barricade, the city underwent a large overhaul three hundred years ago. The barricades were replaced with large walls and the entirety of the city became the new estate for the royal palati. Vast construction work then began spanning out into the countryside and all the way to the harbour towns along the coast. Wide streets stretched from the royal palati like spokes from a wheel. No matter where one walks, the royals are a constant, visual reminder of Taengea's prestige and power. The northern section of the city possesses a feel of private exclusivity thanks to nearby forestry and the eastern coastline. This area, known as The Quarter, is reserved for the wealthiest of residents. Most royal families keep an estate in The Quarter but the wealthiest of Taengean merchants might also afford a small residence here. The finest of tailors, chefs, drivers and carriage builders collect along the southern edges of The Quarter's walls, as near to their prime customers as architecture will allow. Down in the south-eastern region of the city is a winding road to the coastline where six piers now strike out into the waters of the Aegean. Great volumes of trade and produce come to Taengea by this port and it supports the livelihood, in some way, of nearly every inhabitant of the city. For the rest of Vasiliádon, hubs of retail center on courtyards and open markets. The homes of the common folk fill every spare inch in between. Colourful awnings identify popular stores or services and garlands of flowerwork can be found almost everywhere. For Taengeans, beauty is to be celebrated and is worth the effort of adorning their city week after week.";}
#pd_524:after{content:"The original center of K'm't, Thebes was once a bustling thoroughfare of trade, money and power. In one street would stand a merchant, calling his wares from his stall. Two roads over, a soldier carries out a government-ordered execution. Large, gilded palanquins moved about the city with prestigious entourages. The Pharaoh would walk the streets with his army of attendants. Boats would sail to and fro, along the Nile, bringing wheat, rice and dates to the tables of the rich and powerful. For the common folk, the river provided fishing and kelp. Hawkers on street corners fetched fares with stolen gold. And seamstresses that could weave together silk were in high demand as all sought to dress as their betters did. Thebes was drama. Thebes was life. Thebes was the center of the known world. When Pharaoh Hemayat moved the country's political hub to the nearly built Cairo, Thebes changed. Still grand and majestic, the city now stands quieter. The wealthy now congregate at Cairo, keeping only subsidiary homes in the old capital. Many commoners, with no upper echelons to serve, have moved on. To some, the tranquillity of Thebes is peaceful. Exclusive. To others, it is tomblike. By comparison to other cities, Thebes is by no means inactive. But its architecture was clearly built with thousands more in mind and this gives the impression of disuse. Many powerful royals and the wealthiest of families keep homes in Thebes. Some even choose to live here permanently, preferring the relaxed air over the hustle and bustle of Cairo and travelling downriver in private boats only when duties call them north. What Cairo cannot recreate is the authority of experience. Thebes's history has built a prestige that cannot be diminished and, in honour of this heritage, has become home to the Valley of the Kings on the Luxor border. The rich and famous might spend their mortal lives in Cairo, but their immortality is reserved for the grandeur of Thebes.";}
#pd_523:after{content:"Cairo is one of the youngest cities in K'm't. But as with new Pharaohs taking the throne, Cairo has overridden history and paved a future for itself as the central citadel of all things. Expanded in the reign of Pharaoh Imopehatsuma, Cairo is now larger than Memphis and Thebes. It boasts the largest trade across K'm't, sitting just south of the busiest junctions in the Nile and becoming a bridge between the African continent and maritime traders of the Mediterranean. Cairo is also barely a day's journey from the pyramids of Giza, and the great cemeteries of the kings of old. Within its walls, Cairo is busy, built to grand scales and sleek designs. Rich silks hang from windows, greenery fountains out of every vessel and golden tassels shimmer in the sunlight. Cairo is the voice of all fashion, the bureau of economy and the seat of power for the Pharaoh and his family. The Evening Sun Palace is Cairo's beating heart and rises above all other structures in the area. Here, the people can look towards their Pharaoh, their King... their God.";}
#pd_525:after{content:"Whilst Cairo takes the crown of the kingdom and Thebes rests on laurels of legacy, Memphis holds its own position of power on the shores of the Nile, in the south of K'm't. The largest structures here are not palaces, or the households of the wealthy, but the temples. Dedicated to the most powerful beings in the land, Memphis is a sacred space in the realms of both mortal and divine. For the godly, Memphis is a place of worship, tribute and ritual. The temples are cleaned, the prayers sung, the offerings made. Every whisper and word is spoken in the shadows of divine authority. For the mortals, Memphis is a beacon of land-based Gods: specifically the Pharaoh. Whilst the leader of K'm't sits atop his throne in Cairo to the north, Memphis becomes his holding in the south. The priests there take their duties very seriously, ensuring that they are the voice of the absent god-on-earth. What they say is akin to gospel and woe-betide anyone travelling to Memphis who does not have the heart of the truest believer...";}
#pd_519:after{content:"Babylonia is a city of beauty as well as might. The largest settlement as far as the eye can see, it is the central hub of trade in the Arabian Peninsula. Once possessed by the empire of the Persians, Babylonia takes a lot of its appearance and design from these forebears, with beautiful murals, floral mosaics and intricate designs upon every wall, street and building. Flowers and bright fauna overflow boxes atop window ledges or the vases beside thresholds. Blankets and curtains are sewn with shimmering silk in bold maroons and navies. The buildings are vast, built in square blocks and ziggurat inclines. Donkeys are a common sight, pulling carts and cargo. But slaves employed upon the streets ensure the removal of all waste, keeping the city fresh and clean. Whilst common folk more often live in small hamlets about the country, Babylonia is home for the successful and moderately wealthy. The only peasantry here are those who come to pay their taxes, eyes wide and mouth agape at the beauty that others call home. The scent of lemon and dates is strong in the air here and a soft breeze from the Persian Gulf keeps the high temperatures to a moderate balmy. The Euphrates river runs directly through the heart of the city, with a dozen bridges spanning over the oarsmen and boat punters below. A little humid, blissfully warm and blessed with a rainy season in the winter where the rivers swell and the crops grow lush, Babylonia is viewed by many as a fertile and majestic masterpiece: heaven upon earth.";}
#pd_853:after{content:"Húsnesklif is the ancestral home of the Ironwind clan. Perched atop a powerful, cliffside headland that juts into the Northern Sea, the house of Húsnesklif is a fortress standing against the elements. As the coastline is worn away beside and below, the great halls of Ironwind stand mighty. Built in the traditional style of the northern celts, Húsnesklif's heart is the largest dining hall across the seven Sippes. It is here that warriors come to feast when they bring home their spoils. It is here that political matters and discussions of law are hosted. It is here that all manner of gaiety is borne at festivals. To enter Húsnesklif during an annual event is like entering Valhalla itself.";}
#pd_853_2:after{content:"The town of Húsnesklif, stretches like a cat's tail, winding from the fortress atop the hill, down the cliff face and on to the shoreline. Several piers and docks stretch out into the icy waters, reaching towards the western isles from which Ironwind pillages its gold. Known for their mastery of the waves, Ironwind is surrounded by a thick forest of spear-like masts, tucked safely away from storms by the headland.";}
#pd_853_3:after{content:"Húsnesklif has little by way of farmland and carries out most of its trade for grain and wheat. Their stock in fish and maritime hauls is vast and their territory stretches into the forests north of the fortress, where there is plentiful game to be hunted. The Ironwind clan brings great prosperity to the area as they successfully raid the isles of the Britons and the southern peoples for gold and pretty glass beads.";}
#pd_855:after{content:"Built across a wide river with a heavy current, the town of Breiðrbekk originally stretched to encompass only the north bank of the river. There still sit the great halls of the Northriver clan, including a small but finely decorated dining hall and a separate hearing space in which the leader of the sippe conducts political and legal matters. To the north are also the homes of the Fugara, the sacred sorcerers and witches who commune with the Gods. The oldest families have homes here, passed down across generations.";}
#pd_855_2:after{content:"Across the river now stretch pulley barges. Solid blocks of bound logs are attached to heavy ropes. Large men, paid for their service by the lead family of the sippe, haul the barges through the rapid currents by pulling on the ropes, escorting residents to and fro. The heavy waters, though hard to traverse, provide another benefit. Should enemies attack from either side, the people of Breiðrbekk can rush to the opposing bank, leaving invaders with nothing but basic huts to exploit, their people none-the-fewer. In times of peace, the speedy river also provides rudimentary water power that several inventors have begun to exploit with wheels and spinners.";}
#pd_855_3:after{content:"On the southern bank lie smaller homes. Here the horses are kept and trained and the farmlands are tended. Rice grows well here, for the land is wet and boglike when too close to the river. When it rains, residents of Breiðrbekk spend most of their days sodden to the knee and mud-caked to the ankle. Gout is a constant issue in the winter months. In the summer, the wetlands provide fresh growth and pretty flowers, fertile lands and rare herbs used for tonics and powders. Breiðrbekk is a mystical place when the sun shines and, in the months is lays in shadow, a tricksome land that can take you under by the toes.";}
#pd_852:after{content:"Dalrgata is often known as the Wolf's Teeth. Buried in the tight crevice of a steep-sided valley, the home of the Blacklock Hill clan is heavily fortified. Along each sheer cliffside are carved walkways and battlements. Spiked fencing, trenches for dropping hot tar and elevated archery nests look down upon the one and only approaching road. Catapults and drop traps are mighty spikes along both sides of the valley, fulfilling the vision of mighty canines. At its core, deep in the wolf's throat, is the city itself. Small but practical, the town is built on multiple levels, with the royal family's hall at its lowest depth, furthest from approaching threat.";}
#pd_852_2:after{content:"Several homes of poorer families are dotted along the cliff face or upon the open ridge top above the valley. These settlements are the coldest, exposed to the chill and snow of the mountainside. Deep in the belly of the valley is where the heat cumulates, where the richer, mightier households are permitted to live.";}
#pd_852_3:after{content:"In the hall of the Blacklock Hill kingship, there are no windows. a few holes over doorways to prevent locking in the smoke of central fires. The walls are lavishly decorating in layers upon layers of tapestry and fabrics, until the large chamber is a cocoon of burning heat. The sleeping chambers of the royal family are even further underground, jealously guarding that which all raiders seek: the impressive treasury of Blacklock Hill. Like a dragon protecting its hoarde, Dalrgata is a furnace of violence in which only the strong survive.";}
#pd_854:after{content:"Hlidskjalf Salr is the seat of the great Bear King. The largest of all Osthøj settlements, Hlidskjalf Salr is an open, sprawling city of wooden huts and grand halls. Built around one of the largest roads through the land, Hlidskjalf Salr benefits from the travellers and trade carried between the north and south. From the spine of this thoroughfare, space has been carved for Hlidskjalf Salr from the surrounding forestry. With the permission of the king, each new residence requires a tree or two to be felled, keeping the city tightly enclosed on all sides by a wall of protective woodland.";}
#pd_854_2:after{content:"Outposts, strung high in tree tops surround Hlidskjalf Salr and are manned day and night on a cycling schedule. Heavy gates on either side of the city force visitors to pay levies to their king in order to pass through. Around the city. amidst the trees, game is plentiful and timber stock is vast and varied. The people of Hlidskjalf Salr live in perhaps the most decadent of luxury amongst the Ostmađr but this is a sign of successful might over one's enemies, not softness. The Bearkings are some of the most successful raiders in the south and send back mountains of resources and gold to their kin in Hlidskjalf Salr. It is from this hub that the king's uncle rules in his stead, keeping the people happy and his nearest and dearest well bribed.";}
#pd_850:after{content:"Amongst all the grand cities of the Ostmađr, Garðásbrú is arguably the most defensible city of the north. Built atop a single flat plateau, at the peak of a mountainous tower, the only access to Garðásbrú is the largest man-made bridge in Osthøj. The rope and timber construct bridges a thousand foot drop and, with a simple flame, can be removed from under the feet of invaders. The only other way in and out of Garðásbrú is a winding path down the mountain face that, in places, peters out to a ledge of mere inches. The archers of Garðásbrú keep this climbing path under watch at all times.";}
#pd_850_2:after{content:"Atop the mountain, on its open plateau, is vibrant greenery the likes you wouldn't expect amidst the mountains. The shape of the rock formations encourages fresh rainfall to gather in wide basins around Garðásbrú, providing drinking water and washing ports for the citizens. Run off is then syphoned to areas of green, bringing flowers and herbs to life all over the city. Such fauna gives the city its name: Garden of the Gods, for many of the leafy species can be used in sorcery and healing. Garðásbrú does much trade with the Northriver shamans for these kinds of properties, as both city grow many strains but never the same exact plant.";}
#pd_850_3:after{content:"The residences of Garðásbrú live in wooden or stone huts, built generations ago and kept pristine against the elements with oil and lacquer. The people of Garðásbrú recognise their lack of space and resources but welcome these limitations in exchange for feeling close to the Gods. They are therefore diligent in the care of their homes, wells and facilities. Whilst the wealthy pay a stipend to King Risa to keep their horses on their own lands, most others are required to keep their steeds across the bridge in open land kept by the sippe on the other side of the gorge. Homes are small but richly decorated and, if expanded, always grow upwards rather than out. Garðásbrú is considered a place of great prosperity and prestige and it is a privilege to attend the hallowed halls of a sippe so blessed by the Æsir.";}
#pd_859:after{content:"In a great battle against the Romani, several acres of precious high ground was claimed by the Ostmađr. As the victory was assured by Blacklock Hill and Bearking warriors working together, the spoils were equally divided. Each field has become a military outpost for the sippes, full of tents and temporary shelters for the soldiers.";}
#pd_859_2:after{content:"Rauðrvangr, where the bloodiest of combat stained the earth crimson, boasts a nearby river and more fertile hunting grounds in the woods to the east. But it sits at a lower altitude than its brother field and closer to the Romani front lines, making it first target should the latin forces stage a fresh counter attack.";}
#pd_859_3:after{content:"Preferring to dedicate her time and efforts to the front lines and her soldiers, the commander of the Blacklock Hill forces, Skuld Skardottir has officially handed Rauðrvangr to her second in command. But the soldiers living in the settlement know this to be merely paperwork and look to Skuld's opinion over any other.";}
#pd_860:after{content:"In a great battle against the Romani, several acres of precious high ground was claimed by the Ostmađr. As the victory was assured by Blacklock Hill and Bearking warriors working together, the spoils were equally divided. Each field has become a military outpost for the sippes, full of tents and temporary shelters for the soldiers.";}
#pd_860_2:after{content:"Grœnnvangr is the higher of the two settlements and holds the safer position further from the Romani camps. But, atop its hill, the men of Grœnnvangr must trade business with those in the lower came of Rauðrvangr if they want freshwater or timber for their shelters.";}
#pd_860_3:after{content:"Ruled by the Bearkings kónungr, Grœnnvangr is a larger settlement than its eastern sister spoil Rauðrvangr. Larger numbers make the Bearkings skilled in shield walls and large-scale formations. Which works well with Blacklock Hill's smaller, more vicious one-on-one fighters. Discussion, debate and severe drinking occurs frequently between the two encampments, and the Bearkings's leader is most ardent about keeping his negotiations with the Blacklock Hill's commander... frequent.";}
#pd_856:after{content:"Nosudrōm is perhaps an odd settlement for the Ostmađr. Perhaps because it was never built for them in the first place. A city annexed from the Romani, the newly christened Nosudrōm was taken by the Ironwinds in a victorious naval attack. After running the Romani defences into the ground, the Ironwinds killed all men able to bear arms and frightened the women and children to provinces further south. Now, the large harbour town is ruled by the Ostmađr, for the Ostmađr. Yet the architecture and facilities are still very Romani, creating a bizarre combination of influences.";}
#pd_856_2:after{content:"Mosaics of Roman gods have been hung with garlands of flowers dedicated to Frigg. Statues of Odin have been placed beside doorways decorated in geometric, Roma patterning. The streets are paved, the houses built from stone. Everything is of higher, grander quality than anything the Ostmađr have experienced and many joke that the Ironwinds will soon become soft as the southerners if they continue to live in such comfort... A prospect many other sippes look forward to. For soft fighters would leave Nosudrōm vulnerable to new management...";}
#pd_851:after{content:"Steinnvik appears to be of little consequence on the outside. But its position and resources make it an invaluable settlement in the north. A large, natural cove in the coastland of the northern sea, Steinnvik is the only safe port amidst miles of dangerous undercurrent and rocky shorelines. If ships wish to stay safe from the frequent storms and heavy winds of the area, or restock supplies for their sailors, Steinnvik is a stop they must make. Which makes levies and taxes on its cove astronomical in expense and a powerful profit to whomever rules its territory.";}
#pd_851_2:after{content:"To add to this profiteering opportunity, Steinnvik holds the monopoly on certain aquatic species and is plentiful in seafood. Its cliffs are also made of flint, perfect for arrowheads and spear tips and the caverns that tunnel deep into the earth are believed to lead to the underground residences of the gods. Despite looking like little more than a large hole in the cliff face, Steinnvik is a site of great wealth and religious import. Which made it the shining jewel in the Firetongues's crown. Until the year 997, when the Firetongues launched an unsuccessful attack upon the Britons. The losses sustained by the sippes the Firetongues brought into the conflict had to be given recompense.";}
#pd_851_3:after{content:"Now, Steinnvik and its riches are shared by Warsong and Blacklock Hill, through a tense and often renegotiated agreement that requires frequent meets and bribes to keep civil. For the most part, Tallak Vragison rules over this land. Even as the breath of Blacklock Hill's intentions is thick on the back of his neck.";}
#pd_857:after{content:"After the loss of their most profitable settlement in the north, the Firetongues clan threw their focus into Brokknýroft, the town claimed from the Angles in Briton. This settlement is rich in farmland and fresh water, with numerous rivers and broad marshland for fishing and peat. It has fertile soil with veins of flint and silver and was a grand victory in the invasion of the western Isles. Brokknýroft is now the hub of the Firetongues wealth and the first stop of any Ostmađr force landing in Briton.";}
#pd_857_2:after{content:"However, Brokknýroft is a viking port in an English world. Constantly under attack when first established, Brokknýroft's fortifications have grown with every wave of attack. Now, huge walls and battlements keep Brokknýroft safe from the Britons of East Anglia, whilst the small towns and villages surrounding the main city have been forced to coexist with English neighbours.";}
#pd_858:after{content:"Little more than a barren, sloping piece of land, Holmbrekka is hardly a coveted piece of land. However, its position just north of the Romani cities is critical. With its highest point to the north, Holmbrekka looks down upon any Roma force that might march northwards. And its dry, slightly sandy earth make any such march more exhausting than stone.";}
#pd_858_2:after{content:"Of little value itself, this strategic stronghold is willingly shared between the Bonemaker and Warsong clans. In honour of fairness, a cousin of the sisters Risa and Brigeth rules this land in the name of both sippes.";}
#pd_848:after{content:"The stronghold of the Bonemakers sippe is split between two cities: Kaldrtoft and Trausttoft. Whilst Trausttoft is managed by one of the sippe's Jarls, Kaldrtoft is the royal residence and ruled by Kónungr Arne Arneson.";}
#pd_848_2:after{content:"Located at the base of a vast mountain range, Kaldrtoft is an average sized town with average features of note. But this is by design. The Bonemakers, after all, care little for the finery of grand halls and precious stones. Instead, they enjoy growing in the strength of men. To that end Kaldrtoft is famed for its open training fields, and the obstacle runs over the mountains. Bonemaker warriors vow to be the strongest of all men and sleeping on soft beds does not a hard fighter make. Instead, Arne testifies in favour of toiling in the fields and working the body from dawn until dusk.";}
#pd_848_3:after{content:"Though cavalry is a rarer form of combat for the Ostmađr, Arne believes in the power of the horse and dedicates large portions of the surrounding land to breeding and training of equines. The rest is for grain and food harvest.";}
#pd_849:after{content:"The stronghold of the Bonemakers sippe is split between two cities: Kaldrtoft and Trausttoft. Whilst Kaldrtoft is led by the Bonemakers' kónungr, Trausttoft is managed by a sippe Jarl.";}
#pd_849_2:after{content:"Trausttoft is found closer to the shoreline than its brother city, with woodland to its south and a thick river splitting the settlement in two. Close to the waterline, the town suffers regularly from flooding and swampy fog. Here vast numbers of ships are built and then sold to every sippe of the north, transported down the river. Even the Ironwinds purchase from the Bonemakers on occasion. The fine timber from nearby forestry yields the resources for these grand builds and Trausttoft construction is highly respected amongst seafaring warriors.";}
#pd_849_3:after{content:"Equally appealing are the fabrics made by the women of the town. Those who do not become shield maidens are often talented seamstresses who weave thick woollen armour for those that go to the shield wall. Whether for covering your shield or your body, the tartan weaves of the Bonemakers are warm and sturdy.";}
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#abdul.cpname:before{content:"Abdul al'Ramebu";}
#abdul.cptitle:before{content:"His Highness, Tuhkanti Abdul al’Ramebu, Courtier of Hattusa";}
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#abdul.cpdesc1:before,#abdul .cpdesc1:before{content:"Abdul has always been a man of opportunity. A calculating and shrewd politician, unafraid of getting his hands dirty, Abdul has every asset of a reigning master and ruler. Even as a young man, Abdul was a Machiavellian puppeteer with only a single foible. Many years ago, when his greatest desires were within his grasp, Abdul's youth became his downfall. His immature passions and covetous desires overrode his clever machinations and he pushed too far too fast. He paid the price. Now, in a new land with a new life, he will not make that mistake again.";}
#abdul.cpdesc2:before{content:"At twenty-three, Abdul al'Ramebu was set to inherit the world… or at least the portion of the world he deemed most fitting for a man of his birth and status. The eldest son of Angal Pakkara, a respected politician and economist, Abdul's destiny was to rule over the Ramebu House; a powerful rank of prestige. Though unmarried, Abdul had fathered a son already and would have a pre-made heir to follow in his stead. However, Abdul wanted more. Before the leadership of his House was even his to claim, Abdul was looking beyond it, to greater heights; for their family line was the closest to the Kushiqs. Should the royal line be deemed inappropriate for office, the crown would fall to the Ramebus: to him. Abdul set to work. As an economist and accountant in the royal treasury, Abdul worked hard to arrange a snare: it would appear the royal line had stolen from its own funds or, at the very least, had mishandled their gold and brought several key investment projects to a grinding halt. The plan was working perfectly until Abdul reached a little too far too quickly and was caught. His involvement was looking so assured, his conviction basically guaranteed, that Abdul did the only thing he could: he grabbed hold of all the money he could afford and ran.";}
#abdul.cpdesc3:before{content:"With associates and trading connections in Hattusa, it was to the west that Abdul fled. Setting himself up as a newly made man, Abdul integrated himself into the lives of the rich and famous. He and his assistant from Assur, Akram, became advisors to the Tudanta family. Though headed by Tudanta Jessu, the House's true leader was Hepeliya, cousin to the king. It was with her that Abdul found his next opportunity. All that was necessary was the removal of her husband. And should her infant son perish alongside his father, the path would be left open for a child of Abdul’s to ascend to the House leadership. This time, Abdul applied patience. And soon, his plans were realised.";}
#abdul.cpdesc4:before{content:"Now married to Tudanta's widow; a woman ignorant of his own hand in her first husband's death, Abdul plays shadow-leader to the Tudanta house, ruling over his son Mahepta Eryi. His first born child, Ahlbazi, remains in Assyria, forgotten. It is to Mahepta that Abdul gives his hopes for the future. Abdul has equally important plans for his step-daughters Letti and Ariya. The latter will make a fine trophy wife in a profitable match the former... is more complicated. Letti has learned well at the knee of her step-father. With a calculating mind and more intelligence than a person of her gender deserves, Letti is at risk of stepping from the realm of valued assistant to dangerous rival. And should the girl ever discover Abdul's part in her beloved father and brother's deaths... Abdul's plans may just begin to fray at the seams all over again...";}
#abir.cpname:before{content:"Abir of Simeon";}
#abir.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Abir of Simeon, Birthed Heir of Simeon of Nissim and Selima of Senna, Councilman of Phoenicia";}
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#abir.cpdesc1:before,#abir .cpdesc1:before{content:"To his mother, Abir is dedicated. To his father, he is dutiful. There is a difference. Born to a legacy of strict vigilance and standards of perfection, Abir has grown to meet all the expectations laid upon his shoulders. As his father’s second on the Phoenician Council and leader of the City Protectors in Jerusalem, Abir is both faithful and strong. Where he strays from his father's example, however, is in his heart. Abir is compassionate, generous and dedicated to the belief that those with power defend and protect those without; a life lesson he has been taught by his mother. Abir is a doting husband and a loving father. Despite his extensive list of responsibilities, he never fails to return home in time to see his Livana to bed.";}
#abir.cpdesc2:before,#abir .cpdesc2:before{content:"Abir's love for his child is no less for her being conceived outside of wedlock - or so he believes. Whilst subduing a small riot on the streets of Jerusalem, Abir met Katriel, a beautiful victim of the violence. He aided her, rescued her and promptly fell in love with her kind smile and flashing eyes. Katriel was more forward than any woman Abir had met to date and, when she seduced him to her bed, he was a quick and easy mark despite his faith in a religion that condemned sex before marriage. When Katriel later informed Abir that she carried his baby, Abir was ruthless in his pursuit of his father's permission to marry. To father an illegitimate child would be Abir's first and singular failing in the eyes of a man he greatly respected. Such a monumental black mark was not to be borne. Instead, Abir married Katriel with haste, thankful when his daughter came into the world late, nearly ten months after they took their vows. Abir has never had cause to doubt the wife he dotes upon but he is very aware of the distrusting eye that his mother and sister turn upon his spouse. Caught in the middle, Abir works hard to keep the peace between the women he holds so dear, encouraging all involved to put Livana's interests first.";}
#abir.cpdesc3:before,#abir .cpdesc3:before{content:"Abir's daughter takes after him. As a child Abir was quiet and thoughtful. He would analyse and consider before he spoke. Now, Abir appears to have taken an about-face. Growing up, he was curiously mature for his age. Now, he seeks the light-hearted fun in life: the childish whimsy that comes with being a father. Perhaps this is further evidence of Abir's maturity: that he has found what is important in life and, quite sensibly, rejects the darker nature of adulthood. Or maybe he is simply forcing himself deeper into denial that all is not just and honourable in the house of Meier.";}
#achilleas.cpname:before{content:"Achilleas of Mikaelidas";}
#achilleas.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Varónos Achilleas of Dynasteía Mikaelidas, Birthed Heir of Basilu Irakles of Dynasteía Mikaelidas and Lady Myrto of Dynasteía Dimitrou, Senator of Taengea, Hellas";}
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#achilleas.cpdesc1:before,#achilleas .cpdesc1:before{content:"Like his cousin, Achilleas is considered by many to be the perfect man. Born to a legacy of honour and glory, handsome in feature and chivalrous in nature, Achilleas's reputation is one of stoic heroism and courageous valour. Never caught in a scandal, always a dutiful son and sophisticated in his contributions at the Senate and Court, it was no surprise at all that Achilleas has achieved great victory on both the battlefield and in his marriage. Wed to a woman so beautiful that most believe her to be blessed by Aphrodite herself, Achilleas's life could not be more picture perfect…";}
#achilleas.cpdesc2:before{content:"And yet, beneath the surface, reality looms. For one thing, Achilleas might be a courageous warrior away from home but in social situations he is far less confident. Calm in speech and thoughtful in his words, most see his stoicism as masculine charm, when in fact, it is a natural shyness Achilleas does much to hide.";}
#achilleas.cpdesc3:before{content:"Then there is his prowess on the field of battle. In one-on-one combat, Achilleas has never lost. Not once. Sometimes this was due to his superior skill and training as the son of a great military General. In other moments, however, it has been the stroke of coincidence or luck that saw a duel fall in his favour. Though rare, these occasions have become frequent enough that Achilleas is beginning to believe the rumour that he is blessed by the God of War to never lose. Whilst his honour will not allow Achilleas to wholly test this theory, an inferiority concern is beginning to grow: just how can a man such as he be worthy of such a great bestowment from the divine?";}
#achilleas.cpdesc4:before{content:"To cap it all, Achilleas's marriage is not as perfect as others (and he himself) believes it to be. Having been secretly in love with Theodora of Leventi for years, his betrothal to the woman was, in his eyes, his greatest achievement to date. Adoring as he is of his wife, Achilleas is blind to her suspicious behaviour and has yet to realise she is continuing an affair from before their wedding: an affair with his own brother.";}
#achilleas.cpdesc5:before{content:"In his personal life Achilleas is proud and loyal to his father, but also devoted to his mother. Irakles's rejection of Myrto has become a sore spot for Achilleas and creates friction in many of his familial relationships: particularly with his father's mistress Meena. To his half sisters, Tasia and Sara, Achilleas is a doting uncle-figure. On the rare occasions he lets a little loose, Achilleas enjoys time spent with his cousin Stephanos –a wild child who encourages the loosening of Achilleas's sense and reason. Even if he is usually the one ensuring the pair of them return home safely, just being around Stephanos is a relaxing exhale in a life that otherwise requires Achilleas to hold his breath and appear the perfect lord, baron and commander...";}
#adrestus.cpname:before{content:"Adrestus of Nikolaos";}
#adrestus.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Adrestus of Varónos Nikolaos, Birthed Heir of Lord Dastros of Varónos Nikolaos and Ianthe of Magnestis, Courtier of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#adrestus.cpdesc1:before,#adrestus .cpdesc1:before{content:"Adrestus has always been drawn to the fantastical excitement that comes with exploring the high seas and visiting foreign shores. Familial expectations weighed heavily on him as a child and, initially, guided him toward a career in the Athenian Guard. It wasn’t long, however, before the free-spirited Nikolaos found the courage to make it clear to his parents where his passions truly lay —sailing.";}
#adrestus.cpdesc2:before{content:"It was fortuitous that his family’s enterprise was, and remains, closely tied to the shipping industry. As such, Adrestus went to stay with his uncle Stanos in their home province of Magnestis, learned the ways of a sailor from those his uncle did business with, and was eventually able to make an agreement with his parents. Encouraging of his adventurous spirit –though admitting that they did not share such ideals– his parents agreed to support Adrestus’s hopes for his future as a ship’s captain, thinking he would come home once the need for far-off lands had been assuaged in his soul. Offering to pay for half the cost of a ship of his own, Adrestus’s parents forced him to work and save for the other half himself.";}
#adrestus.cpdesc3:before{content:"It has been several years now since Adrestus first set sail aboard his own ship, with a crew of his own. Using the vessel as a means of trade and communication, Adrestus represents the Nikolaos house in his travels and hopes to one day bring glory to his family name. Whilst his parents still expect him to return and take up his mantle as baron of Magnestis, Adrestus has two younger brothers who could inherit the position and he hopes in his heart that dry land is not where his fate will eventually lead him.";}
#adrestus.cpdesc4:before{content:"Still, his love for his family throws his heart into conflict with every visit home. Knowing that his father is becoming gradually older and will soon be unable to function as baron, Adrestus is starting to feel the pressure and often feels torn, whether his feet are currently on land or the deck of his beloved ship.";}
#aea.cpname:before{content:"Aea of Molossia";}
#aea.cptitle:before{content:"Aea of Molossia, Citizen of Colchis, Hellas";}
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#aea.cpdesc1:before,#aea .cpdesc1:before{content:"Aea was born unwanted to a woman with some name, some place, at some point. Her father, Hektos, took guardianship of her despite her status as an illegitimate girl-child. He, her four uncles, and her aunt raised Aea and her cousin, Kaia, in the forgotten forests and mountains of this or that island, never staying in one place for too long lest they be hunted down for the trail of blood left in their wake.";}
#aedea.cpname:before{content:"Aedea Vragittir";}
#aedea.cptitle:before{content:"Her Divine Grace, Sister Aedea Vragittir, Kynigós of the Cypress Sisterhood, Priestess of Colchis, Hellas";}
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#aedea.cpdesc1:before,#aedea .cpdesc1:before{content:"Aedea’s first memories were of the wild wildernesses of Colchis. Whilst she cannot confirm or deny that she was born there, most assume her to be from another land due to her flaming red hair. She has yet to discover her connection to the wild northmen of Europa and the Warsong Sippe. To Aedea, her world is Colchis and her family, the wolves who raised her.";}
#aedea.cpdesc2:before{content:"When first discovered by the women of the Temple of Artemis, Aedea was already sixteen years of age and entirely feral. She had grown into adulthood without aid or help, managing to scrape by with only food and shelter that she could secure with only her own hands. Some consider her to be a strange beast for managing to survive, while others would say she was clearly chosen by the Gods to live. When Aedea was taken in by the temple as an acolyte, she was at a clear disadvantage to others her own age. Within the temple there is no set standard for the age of priestesses (as women came to the temple at different stages in their lives), however it was thought by many that she was too far gone to be given any usable help by her mentors. Her speech was lacking, her coordination was not normal, and any form of social civility was far outside her grasp.";}
#aedea.cpdesc3:before{content:"The entire purpose in bringing Aedea back to order was to receive healing and a new start as a woman before being released into a new and safer life. There initially was never any intention of Aedea becoming a priestess, but her life within the safe walls of the temple led her into the decision to become one of the sisterhood. It took time but Aedea possessed a strong set of survival skills that slowly enabled her to become a valued huntress. Her social skills have now developed to a workable level, despite developing the nickname of ‘Little Wolf’. ";}
#aedea.cpdesc4:before{content:"Still preferring to conduct business on her own –barring her wolfy companions– Aedea is now a seasoned huntress and well-respected for her tenacious spirit and desire to honour Artemis. She receives only the occasional strange look at some of her old habits or rough-around-the-edges mannerisms. Despite her new feeling of belonging at the Temple, however, there remains an emotional pull from the wilds, and the feeling of long-buried memories to go with it.";}
#aemiliana.cpname:before{content:"Aemiliana Nobilis Benedi";}
#aemiliana.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Ducissa Aemiliana Nobilis Benedi, Courtier of Roma";}
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#aemiliana.cpdesc1:before,#aemiliana .cpdesc1:before{content:"The path of Aemiliana's life could only have been chosen by the Fates. Coincidence and luck only get one so far. And Aemiliana has had more than her fair share of fortune. Of that, she is highly aware. Somehow, she has been granted a fine spouse and a wonderful lover, not to mention the elevated living of someone far above her birth. Aemiliana lives in a precarious and bizarre arrangement that she works hard to maintain. Her bold character, smiling countenance and genuine temperament are a magnet to all manner of courtier and lower class citizens alike...";}
#aemiliana.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a child, Aemiliana was more educated than her peers. Whilst her family was of the lower classes in the Roma capital, her father was a scribe and insisted that his only daughter be literate. This gave Aemiliana access to tomes and stories, to texts and lessons. Eager to share what she learned, Aemiliana became an amateur tutor to the neighbourhood children, growing more social as she taught them in turn. Her natural camaraderie with the young then matured into adept social skills with strangers of all ages. And a harsher upbringing than those of the Court encouraged her bravery and fortitude. As a young woman, Aemiliana was bold and defiant but respectful and calculating. She knew when to speak and when to be quiet. She knew when to push and when to pull. It very quickly became evident to her single father that Aemiliana was meant for better than the world he could provide.";}
#aemiliana.cpdesc3:before{content:"When the great Augustus Nobilis Benedi took a liking to Aemiliana's youthful glow and handsome eyes, Hektor of Roma thought all the Gods had smiled upon them at once. Such a match was stratospheres above anything Aemiliana's birth might attract. In some ways, Hektor even feared Augustus may have lost his senses with such a choice but he was not about to question this temporary insanity. Instead, he fought hard to secure Aemiliana's hand for the nobleman. Whilst Hektor would never commit Aemiliana to a life she would despise, Aemiliana could not admit to doubts over the marriage. As she had entered puberty, Aemiliana had begun to sense that her physical desires did not lead the way of men. But to admit to her lonely widower father, who wanted only the best for her, that she might never be able to take a man as a husband, was impossible. Additionally, Aemiliana was wise enough to know that her sense of self would grow over time. Perhaps she had yet to develop her womanly lust for the male of the species? Perhaps her interests would change? Who was she, at sixteen, to claim to know any different? And then there was the undeniable fact that such a match was unfeasibly advantageous.";}
#aemiliana.cpdesc4:before{content:"After feeling duty-bound to warn her future husband that she might never come to love him, Aemiliana accepted the match to please all involved. Including herself. After all, how hard could a loveless marriage in opulent luxury truly be? She would soon discover that the answer was... not hard at all. But deeply hollow. As Augustus sought to please Aemiliana in every way he could fathom, Aemiliana worked in tandem, treating him as she thought wives should honour their husbands. The pair worked hard to form a strong and respectable union that was altogether... unsatisfying. As the years went on, Aemiliana's guilt gnawed at her belly. Augustus loved her. She knew it. He adored her with all his heart and yet... she could not seem to make her own answer to the call.";}
#aemiliana.cpdesc5:before{content:"Epiphany eventually struck Aemiliana like lightning. After four years of trying to love the husband she knew to be so very worthy, Aemiliana discovered what it truly means to adore another. She met Octavia. Octavia was the most vibrant woman Aemiliana had ever met. A core of courage wrapped in a thick, elegant dignity, Octavia was almost divine in her beauty and power. Aemiliana was struck dumb, knocked silly, and committed within moments of meeting the woman. Yet, Octavia was married, with twin girls only five years old at her knee. Setting her heart aside, Aemiliana resolved herself to her own world. She had been blessed in so many ways. To turn her back on her devoted Augustus, to allow her heart to sing for the love of a woman she could not have... it would be a path to ruin. But when Octavia reached out to befriend Aemiliana, she could not refuse. Over the years, the pair became bound confidantes and Aemiliana was a great support to Octavia when her husband passed. Six years later and they were lovers.";}
#aemiliana.cpdesc6:before{content:"Such an arrangement came about in patient and careful stages. Augustus wished to see Aemiliana happy. Octavia wanted to explore a new side to their friendship. Aemiliana swayed uncomfortably between a hollow marriage and a guilty passion. Eventually, the pressure of her life rendered Aemiliana physically sick. For the sake of the woman they both loved, Octavia and Augustus had to agree to a plan. Aemiliana would live where she wished, be lover to whom she desired, but she had to maintain her marital promise. Augustus wanted her at the Benedi estate one night in a lunar cycle to reconsummated their vows. Publicly, she would remain his wife. In name, she would remain a Benedi. But, otherwise, she was free to live her life. So long as she lived it happily.";}
#aemiliana.cpdesc7:before{content:"Ten years into their arrangement, Aemiliana has new challenges to face: most of them from the House of Veneti. Whilst her solitary evening at the Benedi estate each month is never easy, Aemiliana swallows the discomfort and suffers the sexual act, whilst working hard to pleasure the man who has given her so much. Despite a growing discontent from his brother, Augustus continues to financially and socially support her in every way. Instead, it is from Octavia's side that discord emanates. For one thing, Octavia has remarried. Marius is a cunning man who has swindled his way into the Veneti registry, despite Octavia and Aemiliana's relationship being openly public. Now, he works to pit the lovers against one another, using the oar of 'husband' to stir the pot. Then there are Octavia's daughters. Whilst Tacita seems uncomfortable but open to her mother taking a woman to her bed, Silva is decidedly repulsed at the idea and either treats Aemiliana as an unwanted interloper, or ignores her presence entirely. As Aemiliana turns all her efforts to restoring serenity to the Veneti household, she reminds herself daily that - all challenges aside - there are few who are as lucky as she: a profitable husband, a beautiful lover and the freedom to enjoy and respect them both... Aemiliana marvels at her fortune every morning and every night, vowing never to disappoint either of the two greatest champions in her life: her lover and her husband.";}
#agape.cpname:before{content:"Agape of Leventi";}
#agape.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Agape of Dynasteía Leventi, Birthed Daughter of Lord Fotios of Dynasteía Leventi and Eirini of Vasiliádon, Courtier of Taengea, Hellas";}
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#agape.cpdesc1:before,#agape .cpdesc1:before{content:"Growing up with parents such as Agape's takes a toll on even the strongest of temperaments. To that, Agape can attest. An intelligent and wiley young woman with a quick wit, sharp intuition, and miles of mental fortitude, Agape is the most naturally equipped of her sisters to deal with the reality of the Leventi household. Which is perhaps why she is also the only one to truly witness it: the rumours that circle in Court of her parents' infidelity, the whispers that her father has sent men to their deaths, the constant view that the world beyond the Leventi estate is a chessboard of clay people to be manipulated to one's own will –nothing more. Somehow, Agape has grown with a different attitude towards others; with a compassion as fiery as her parents' greed. And it now serves as a friction between the generations...";}
#agape.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a child, Agape was never subjected to physical violence, but that does not mean her youth was free of abuse. Her father, Fotios of Leventi, is a shrewd and ruthless politician and businessman. Not to mention more than capable of active violence and aggression towards others. To his daughters, however, he would never raise a hand. Instead, his attitude in Agape's developmental years led to deeper wounds. It was made clear to her from a young age that, in Fotios's eyes, the Leventi name is sacred. It is a message he has communicated very clearly to all three of his daughters. The Leventi name and shield are above all other devotions. All other loyalties. And it is the duty of every bearer of their house name to see it ascend ever closer to the heavens. To fail in that objective is to produce such a cold shoulder, such a disappointed stare, such a shadow of dark rage, that a physical reprimand might have been less painful.";}
#agape.cpdesc3:before{content:"As the first born and the possessor of many of her parents' more authoritative qualities, Agape often felt that she was the most common recipient of that disapproval; the greatest of disappointments. Melina was too naturally soft to be truly manipulative and Dafni too young and naive to apply herself to economics. Agape, on the other hand, had every potential, every inherited quality that might see her walking the successful, powerful path of her parents. And yet, somewhere along the line, Agape grew too moral to walk it effectively. As whip-smart as her father, as ambitious as her mother, Agape should have been the perfect Leventi heir (her gender aside). And yet, she turns her focus to other things: to supporting those less fortunate, to plugging loopholes in law over utilising them. Agape's refusal to attack the jugular of her enemies or place her own family name above that of others created a silent rage in her father that she has always felt more keenly than any true punishment. Her mother's loyalty to such a man, in turn, feels like an additional judgement.";}
#agape.cpdesc4:before{content:"Knowing the pain such judgements can promote in a daughter naturally desperate for her parent's love and affection, Agape has been careful to shield her sisters from this side of their sire. She comforts them if they catch a glimpse of his uncompromising iciness. She takes blame for their mistakes so that only she is exposed to his dissatisfaction. All the while, she watches as her mother plays mediator between her love for her spouse and her children.";}
#agape.cpdesc5:before{content:"Over and over again, Agape has been taught that a man's emotional state is the rule of a household. If her father is displeased, the Leventi estate shifts into turbulence; when he is content, it is a joyous and luxurious haven. Men hold the power. Men decide. And the choices of the women around them must fall into line or be quashed by violence and subtextual aggression. Over the years, Agape has grown a hard backbone in the presence of authorities of either gender but has a private fear of the masculine sex. For what should happen if, one day, she is wed to such a man? A man that would see her spirit bent, swayed and broken beneath his own intentions? A man who would, like her father before him, see only failure in her sincerest of efforts?";}
#agathe.cpname:before{content:"Agathe of Marikas";}
#agathe.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Agathe of Dynasteía Marikas, Birthed Daughter of Lord Pavlos of Dynasteía Marikas and Basilem Sera of Dynasteía Xanthos, Courtier of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#agathe.cpdesc1:before,#agathe .cpdesc1:before{content:"Raised by a quiet, dignified mother and a father too resentful of her being born female to feature heavily in her life, Agathe grew up wild and free. Though she would never know it, in this sense, she takes after her mother greatly. Bossy in games and dominant in her choices, Agathe has the fire of rebellion in her gut. Only in recent years, as her age has required her to attend Court and play a more delicate, technical game, has she refined her behaviour.";}
#agathe.cpdesc2:before{content:"Used to getting exactly what she wants, when she wants it, Agathe is socially intelligent. Whilst she might not enjoy classes, tomes and parchment, she absorbs the rules of etiquette and politics with the grace of a duck taking to water. Bold and beautiful, the right thing to say is always on the tip of Agathe's tongue. A queen bee amongst the courtiers her age, everyone wishes to be Agathe's friend, lover or confidant and she swims amidst the attention with an insatiable appetite for popularity and power. Although Persephone of Xanthos holds great admiration in the court, she has no open ambition to take social power, which makes Agathe's cousin Chara of Stravos her only real competition in topping the social pyramid.";}
#agathe.cpdesc3:before{content:"Agathe learned at her father's absent knee that being a woman is a detriment. Her mother only encourages this idea by appearing subservient before Pavlos in front of her children and always working to keep him happy. The childhood lesson in the Marikas household was that males are the ones who wield the power. So, if Agathe is to stand with any sort of authority of her own, the wiles of the feminine persuasion must be hers to command; she must secure herself a male of power over whom she can rule rather than be ruled over. This ambition is only becoming stronger the older she gets, and Agathe is enjoying the new attention her father is starting to bestow upon her now she is at a suitable age for marriage. The only hiccup is that Pavlos keeps selecting men of high standing and powerful character so that Agathe's match might be advantageous to the Marikas name. These traits are just as important to Agathe but they usually produce men too dominating for her to master. As much as Agathe is desperate to retain her father's new notice and favour, the arguments over such suitors are starting to become heated at the Marikas dinner table...";}
#agnar.cpname:before{content:"Agnar Rugerson of the Northriver Ostmaðr";}
#agnar.cptitle:before{content:"Agnar Rugerson of the Northriver Ostmaðr, Maw of Fenris, Militant of Ostjorð";}
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#agnar.cpdesc1:before,#agnar .cpdesc1:before{content:"Agnar the Knife is old for his nature. By the standards of those that wage war in the vanguard he should have been dead long ago. Those mighty souls that seek the fury of unrelenting warfare to carve their names into eternal song and saga are not meek, and while brash, very few of them in the land of bloody snow would raise their hackles against this Agnar. It is a rare thing to see an old berserker, and it is even rarer a thing to see one still possessed of such vigour and strength.";}
#agnar.cpdesc2:before{content:"Agnar is a man of contradictions, he is a caged wolf, a wise diplomat, and the calmest and most furious man that anyone could ever hope to meet. He has been known to bury the hatchet in the face of some horrific insults, turning enemies into friends or friends into enemies with a whirlwind of violence. Such fury is all the more terrifying in the control Agnar possesses over it. He does not lose himself to his impulses. Every act is coldly calculated. As befits his rank and role. As he believes in autonomy and the rules of Fenris, the Berserker order is, to Agnar, a thing of beauty; harnessed and channelled chaos. At its helm, he is the Maw, the voice of reason and of the order's future. For the sake of keeping a core of order to his folk, he will fight and kill any that show him defiance, yet his pragmatic side will insist on hearing anybody out if they show the proper respect.";}
#agnar.cpdesc3:before{content:"Agnar shows honour and respect to the Allfather, and the other Aesir and Vanir. However, the old wolf has a problem, a problem he is struggling more and more to mask. For the past few years, he has failed to harness the rage of Fenris and he is unsure whether the great wolf has turned his back or not on him. Whenever he takes the draft of the Berserkers, he feels less and less like the vicious warrior he once was, growing immune to its potency after so many decades. He cannot retire from his position as leader of these men for he wishes to die an honourable death alongside those he respects… With no heir or blood kin still living Agnar's best chance at a legacy is to become a saga. Though, considering each wild charge to break a shieldwall tears his heart with fear more than the last now that he is without the comfort of the brew, he forces himself to keep marching forward. To serve his men. To lead his order. To vanquish his enemies. He just has to do it without the coaxing brew of Fenrir. Hopefully, he can keep his secret until the day that he is gloriously slewn in battle.";}
#ahanti.cpname:before{content:"Ahanti of the Somalu";}
#ahanti.cptitle:before{content:"His Greatness, Leier Ahanti of the Somalu Gesin, Birthed Heir of Leierseun Abdulakareem of the Somalu Gesin and Quvenzhan of the Somalu Gesin, Royal of Bedoa’mt";}
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#ahanti.cpdesc1:before,#ahanti .cpdesc1:before{content:"Ahanti is a man of many facets. A loving father to his daughters yet a cold husband to his wife, he is a man who hosts a deep and dangerous rage. One that rarely appears but, when it does, razes the earth he walks. Perhaps this is why Ahanti operates with such deliberate tranquillity. In everyday life, it is rare to see Ahanti even raise his voice. In every decision he makes, he is calm, collected and thoughtful. Only one choice in his life has ever been made with passion: his marriage to the most beautiful woman he had ever met. Now, that union has soured and Ahanti can only approach this enamoured decision making as folly. Foolish. For now he is married to a woman he hates with a passion that would only burn so hot if he did not still carry a torch for the only love of his life. Despite all this, Ahanti cares for his daughters with a sweet and tender hand and actively seeks a second marriage with a woman he can keep within his parameters of dignified compassion, not hot and burning desire.";}
#ahanti.cpdesc2:before{content:"Ahanti has always been level-headed. As a child, he was serious by nature - far beyond his years - and seemed to watch the realities of the world with wide-eyed understanding. Even as his parents attempted to hide the violence between them, Ahanti seemed ever aware. Abdulakareem was a hard and uncompromising man who would beat his ideals into his wife where necessary. Whilst his sister remained ignorant of these moments, Ahanti saw all. Curiously perceptive as a child, Ahanti grew sensitive to every slight and threat between his parents and, one day, his love for his mother exploded. During a meal in which his sister was away delivering a message for their mother, Ahanti witnessed his father strike out at his wife. Without conscious thought, Ahanti launched himself at his sire like a spear, took him to the ground and violently beat him into unconsciousness. He was fifteen.";}
#ahanti.cpdesc3:before{content:"Only three, besides Ahanti, would ever know the truth of the matter: his mother, and two shujaa guardsmen, who came rushing inside at the commotion. Both were loyal fighters of the Somalu and close retinues to the first family. They were well-aware of Abdulakareem's temper. Whilst Bedoan marriage allows a man to own his woman as he sees fit, excessive violence upon females and children is also taboo. And Ahanti's mother was well known to her people: kindly and generous. The men took one look at the situation and understood what had come to pass, deciding their loyalties quickly. They would pledge silence and support, in awed wonder, the young boy who had taken the warrior king to the ground. Abdulakareem's unconscious body was taken out into the desert. When the sun rose, it was spread that he had gone for a sunrise hunt. And when the shujaa returned with Abdulakareem’s beaten body, claiming an attack by bandits, no-one was any the wiser. Abdulakareem never reawakened.";}
#ahanti.cpdesc4:before{content:"Ahanti was now leader of his people and guardian to both his mother and sister. When his mother passed away from fever a few years later, Ahanti sought to secure his still young reign by marrying the daughter of a prestigious man in the gesin. This was his logic. In truth, he was besotted with Jahzara. Her beauty was unimaginable, and her sensual skill captivating. He quickly fell into lust and love with the woman and took her for his wife. Lost in the passions of his own emotions, Ahanti was equally supportive of his sister's union with a K'm't nobleman, encouraging her to follow her heart, despite the divide of race.";}
#ahanti.cpdesc5:before{content:"Such advice, however, has failed to truly serve Ahanti. Over the years, his relationship with Jahzara has broken down. Whilst he always loved her stubborn ambition and passionate disregard for the judgement of others, their core beliefs are very different. Jahzara works to bolster herself and claim what she can from life. Ahanti works to support and protect his people, as he has done since he was fifteen. Her lack of empathy towards her fellow man has made it difficult to hold onto his love for Jahzara and their passion has now turned cruel. Whilst they still share a bed, any consummation between them is one of enemies not lovers. And whilst they keep up the pretence of harmony in public, they are both intelligent enough to know the true depths of discontent swirling between them. Fearing the darker nature that revealed itself in his teen years, Ahanti has always made every decision as leier with extreme caution and unemotional logic. He fears that the downward spiral caused by his one passionate choice - to marry Jahzara - is only proof that he should keep to this habit. Emotions are unreliable. They change. Logic stands true throughout time.";}
#ahanti.cpdesc6:before{content:"Instead of focusing on his wife - who rouses a nature so black that Ahanti fears to look upon it too closely, lest he see the face of his father - Ahanti turns his attention to his daughters. Beautiful girls whom he sees as nothing but blessings. Blessings to be spoiled and encouraged, loved and supported. His love for them keeps him balanced. Which is for the best, as it would ";}
#ahlbazi.cpname:before{content:"Ahlbazi al'Ramebu";}
#ahlbazi.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Ahlbazi of Bêl' Ramebu, Illegitimate Son of Lord Abdul of Bêl' Ramebu and Rommi of Haran, Courtier of Assyria";}
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#ahlbazi.cpdesc1:before,#ahlbazi .cpdesc1:before{content:"Ahlbazi grew up with a father he loves and respects. But that is not the man who sired him. When Ahlbazi was two years old, his father disappeared. Accused of treason and the theft of regal funds, Abdul al’Ramebu abandoned his family, lands and country in order to achieve new heights of power in Hattusa. He left behind the woman he had been taking as a concubine, and his infant son. Had Ahlbazi’s uncle not returned home to rectify the matter, what was left of the Ramebu line would have been destroyed, the traitor’s infant boy included. Sawmeh saved not only Ahlbazi’s life, but also his future. By adopting him as a son and raising him as his own, Ahlbazi was given every privilege he would have otherwise lost as an illegitimate son of a concubine.";}
#ahlbazi.cpdesc2:before{content:"Growing up, Ahlbazi faced leers, comments and outright hate for the actions of his father from those who believed that the fruit never falls far from the tree. Such hostility, injustice and a lack of security in his own identity developed a temper in Ahlbazi that was near impossible to quell. Rageful outbursts and violent anger were the symptoms; poor confidence and self esteem, the true illness. Hoping to give him an outlet, Sawmeh helped Ahlbazi with enlisting in the military to train his mind and body. Over the years, this fatherly guidance bore fruit and Ahlbazi became a Master Sergeant. In his time at home, away from war campaigns, Ahlbazi continues the tradition of burning his excess frustration with physical exertion. He is, more often than not, found in the mines working alongside the common folk of his adoptive father’s lands.";}
#ahlbazi.cpdesc3:before{content:"Sawmeh saw that Ahlbazi’s mother was taken care of until Ahlbazi was old enough to work and insisted on supporting her himself. In an odd way, when taken in by his uncle, Ahlbazi went from having only a mother to being blessed with three parents, as Sawmeh’s wife Herenah was quick to play loving step-mother. With her acceptance came other relationships, including new siblings instead of cousins. The ever supportive big brother to Ahorun and a defiant protector of Rohdita’s honour, Ahlbazi has his work cut out for him when it comes to defending his family’s reputation.";}
#ahlbazi.cpdesc4:before{content:"When young, Ahorun met with an accident in the Ramebu mines. Now he walks with an awkward limp. Some like to make comments. Some are not kind in the comments they choose. Then there is Rohdita, a young girl so hopelessly allured by the notion of love that she has slept with several men, despite being unmarried. Many like to voice their opinions in that matter too. As with the comments about his sire, such gossip enrages Ahlbazi and turns him from stoic soldier to aggressive defender. In his younger years, this led to more than one fistfight. Now that he’s older -and therefore a little wiser- Ahlbazi is smart enough to bide his time and finds more creative ways to punish those who insult his family.";}
#ahlbazi.cpdesc5:before{content:"These triggers have been even more sensitive since the death of Ahlbazi’s mother who passed from an illness the physician said she contracted many years ago. Though irrational, given the access his mother might have had to a comfortable life or better healers had she been the wife of a powerful man, Ahlbazi cannot help but blame his absent sire who cast her as the lover of a traitor and rendered her unmarriable. Since his mother’s passing, Ahlbazi has been spending more time learning the trade of the House and trying to build connections between the Ramebu and the Houses of Hattusa; starting with his secret communication with Ariya Tudanta. It has become one of his life goals to somehow dismantle the wealthy achievements of his sire and take from him the only thing Abdul al’Ramebu ever loved: his money.";}
#ahorun.cpname:before{content:"Ahorun al'Ramebu";}
#ahorun.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Ahorun of Bêl' Ramebu, Birthed Heir of Lord Sawmeh of Bêl' Ramebu and Herenah of Kizzuwatna, Courtier of Assyria";}
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#ahorun.cpdesc1:before,#ahorun .cpdesc1:before{content:"Like his siblings, Ahorun was raised with the ideals of worth, work and the earning of one’s privileges. From a young age Ahorun took this to heart and spent many days labouring alongside the residents of the Ramebu provinces. A kinetic experiencer, Ahorun enjoyed learning the tasks of the average man: farming the local fields, tackling smithy work and working in the obsidian mines. It was there that disaster struck.";}
#ahorun.cpdesc2:before{content:"In a mining accident –a simple disaster that was the fault of nobody– Ahorun’s leg became trapped. By the time he was freed, physicians believed that Ahorun would never walk again. The leg was too damaged, from ankle to hip, and he would forever be bedridden. Ahorun refused to accept this diagnosis. Ahlbazi became the literal strength and muscle that Ahorun needed to help physically rehabilitate himself. His father Sawmeh developed comfortable crutches and a chair with wheels to help him in the transition. His sister was his cheerleader. Eventually, Ahorun walked.";}
#ahorun.cpdesc3:before{content:"Nowadays, Ahorun walks with a single crutch to help support his weight. If kept on his feet too long, the pain can grow, leading him to his wheeled chair if necessary. Such difficulties, however, have not stopped him living the same engaged life he did before. He continues to visit his family’s tenants. He continues to learn and grow with his people.";}
#ahorun.cpdesc4:before{content:"Some strangers like to cruelly comment on Ahorun’s awkward gait and scarred leg, however most of the residents of the Ramebu provinces know Ahorun and commend his personal strength. They enjoy his company, help him where necessary and respect his determination to understand them. This respect, however, does not extend to the upper classes. There, Ahorun is looked at with uncomfortable pity. First for his physical difficulties and second for his future. For what woman would ever agree to marry a cripple?";}
#ahuvah.cpname:before{content:"Ahuvah of Dinorah";}
#ahuvah.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Ahuvah of Dinorah, Birthed Daughter of Rechavia of Ezra and Dinorah of Washti, Courtier of Phoenicia";}
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#ahuvah.cpdesc1:before,#ahuvah .cpdesc1:before{content:"Though a pretty young girl in her own right, Ahuvah is cast entirely in the shadow of her gorgeous older sister. Ahuvah is an artistic soul with a love for the theatre. Singing and dancing hold some interest but, really, her love is reserved for the tragedy and angst of the theatrical performances made in the city square. A rebel and an anarchist at heart, Ahuvah spends much of her time with friends in the city, smoking opiates and talking bohemian and revolutionary ideas that will likely never amount to anything but a good time. Defiant in her determination to be seen as an adult but naive from her own molly-coddled upbringing, Ahuvah loves her sisters dearly but never allows them to be part of her secret wayward world.";}
#ahuvah.cpdesc2:before,#ahuvah .cpdesc2:before{content:"Growing up, Ahuvah could never take the spotlight from Bathsheba. Not only was she not as beautiful as her sister, but Bathsheba's self-centered attitude drew all eyes in her direction regardless of appearances. Ahuvah was just as delighted whenever she was able to take center stage but she was more patient than Bathsheba and able to wait her turn. An incorrigible 'daddy's girl', Ahuvah would prance, dance and perform for her father at every opportunity. This extended into her love of stories and acting. Given her chaotic family life, it is no surprise that Ahuvah warmed most to the ancient tales of the Gods from foreign lands and their familial strife.";}
#ahuvah.cpdesc3:before,#ahuvah .cpdesc3:before{content:"Now a woman in her own right but not yet tethered to a husband, Ahuvah utilises her freedom to explore Ammun and has become immersed in the world of culture and theatrical rhetoric. She enjoys discussing wild notions beyond the traditions of her culture and faith and she will hone in on anyone who appears from a different land, just so that she can learn tales of their worlds. And perhaps pilfer a little something from their pockets, for Ahuvah has developed a serious klepto habit. She has little sense of self-protection and is often out at night with her new friends. She has no idea that some of them may be planning very genuine acts of rebellion; rebellion against her own uncle. And why should she? For she has never told her commonborn friends just who she really is.";}
#akahepta.cpname:before{content:"Akahepta Suppiliuma";}
#akahepta.cptitle:before{content:"Her Highness, Hāssas Akahepta Suppiliuma of the Antu' Tahurna, Birthed Daughter of Tuhkanti Suppiliuma Haitwattama of the Antu’ Tahurna and Nastia of Hattusa, Royal of Hattusa";}
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#akahepta.cpdesc1:before,#akahepta .cpdesc1:before{content:"Though born a woman, Akahepta has never felt her sex to be a restriction. Both of her parents have been equally encouraging of her learning: be it from scrolls or from swords. She is at once elegant and active, exploring what it means to be a princess of the most powerful empire in the world. Now twenty-five, Akahepta has known for some time that, whilst the authority lies with the men of the realm, it is the women who have true power. And she intends to grow into hers with as much speed, grace and careful consideration as is required. After all, as daughter to the current crown prince, if anything were to happen to her brother, the crown might one day fall to her.";}
#akahepta.cpdesc2:before{content:"Of course, Akahepta would only be queen were she married –a practice that she does not greatly anticipate. With a scholarly mind and a natural urge to learn, Akahepta is remarkably self-aware. She knows her strengths: tenacity, elocution, maturity and disciplined application. But she also knows her weaknesses: brashness, self-criticism and an inability to remember where she leaves things. This acceptance helps Akahepta to grow but it also taints her opinions of the less evolved. Most of the men Akahepta has met in the upper echelons of Hittite society, for example, are lacking a great deal of self-awareness. Born to a world where your best foot forward is the only foot you have, most fail to recognise they even have internal faults, let alone register what they are. If there is one thing Akahepta struggles with most, it's the acceptance of the unenlightened.";}
#akahepta.cpdesc3:before{content:"The idea of marrying such a person sets her teeth on edge, but such a subject must be addressed. Now mid-way through her twenties, Akahepta should be looking for a husband. But with her own high standards and the example of true love set by her parents, it seems impossible that she will ever find a suitable match. Instead, Akahepta has turned her eye away from the throne of the queen and towards the Tawananna's crest. After all, Great Aunt Hatili would one day pass on and her brother is set to very well be king... And there is no marriage requirement for the Tawananna's seat. Akahepta is not an overtly arrogant person, but she cannot help letting her ego run just a little wild on this particular subject. Thinking her chances of such a crest relatively high, she now strives to educate and mould herself further: to become the perfect and only choice for Hatili's seat when the witch eventually vacates it.";}
#akahepta.cpdesc4:before{content:"In terms of personal connections, Akahepta is a woman who likes to keep to herself. Secretly an introvert, despite the confident way in which she presents herself to others, Akahepta cherishes her family but does so in small portions. She dislikes surprise visits but enjoys devoting whole (and planned!) days with her uncles, aunts and cousins. She is a loving member of the family, which makes it hurt all the more when others whisper about the time she spends alone, as if they fear she is lonely…";}
#akhenaten.cpname:before{content:"Akhenaten H'Sheifa";}
#akhenaten.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Akhenaten of Hei Sheifa, Birthed Heir of Lord Onuphrious of Hei Sheifa and Iaheru of Thebes, Courtier of K’m’t";}
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#akhenaten.cpdesc1:before,#akhenaten .cpdesc1:before{content:"As the youngest son after a bushel of sisters and an older brother to provide heirdom, Akhenaten has, until recently, been living the good life. Gambling, drinking, smoking intoxicates and regular visits to the brothels of Cairo and Memphis have seen Akhenaten effectively distracted from all other matters. Couple this with the speed at which certain rumours spread and Akhenaten had barely heard word of Sutekh's true sireage before the young man was being exiled from the house.";}
#akhenaten.cpdesc2:before{content:"Initially, Akhenaten was unfazed. This was surely some mistake; the spark of a dramatic flare up that would cool with a little time. Only when Sutekh was formally removed from the Hei registry did it seem real to Akhenaten. Only then did the harsh truths of the matter dawn upon him. He is now the heir to Hei Sheifa.";}
#akhenaten.cpdesc3:before{content:"Were he an academic savant like his brother, or a skilled economist or accountant, Akhenaten might not feel so daunted by the new path life has in store for him. Unfortunately, he is neither. Always more interested in pulling pigtails or running riot than actually applying himself to his tutor's lessons, Akhenaten has grown up rough around the edges and with little to no personal discipline. He has no interest in trade and commerce and he finds any discussions on the matter incredibly banal. He would far rather make deals and bargains across a gambling table.";}
#akhenaten.cpdesc4:before{content:"This, of course, does not sit well with Akhenaten's buttoned-down father who handles trade with a more traditional tiller. In honour of that creed, Onuphrious has, in the last few weeks, been systematically stripping Akhenaten of all that he finds joyous. Banned from brothels, blocked from parties and forced to consume more milk than wine these days, Akhenaten is officially in a fiery underworld of disaster. More than once, he's found himself wishing it was he that was illegitimate, not his brother, and now turns resentful eyes upon Sutekh. For what kind of brother walks away from his duties, allowing them to fall to Akhenaten's less able shoulders whilst he prances the hallways of a palace, playing prince?";}
#akram.cpname:before{content:"Akram of Assur";}
#akram.cptitle:before{content:"Akram of Assur, Citizen of Hattusa";}
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#akram.cpdesc1:before,#akram .cpdesc1:before{content:"Beginning as an eastern immigrant slave in the Assyrian empire, Akram has risen far in life. His first advantage in the world was his literacy. As a child, he had been taught to read by his parents; academics and highly intelligent individuals in their own right. When their region was invaded and citizens taken by the Syrian forces, Akram's ability to read, write and handle basic arithmetic escalated him to a finer position than most. Still a slave, Akram would serve in a richer household, with softer blankets and a fuller belly. After months travelling across the desert to the Assyrian capital, Akram now knew what it meant to starve and how truly lucky his placement was. And he would devote his life to ensuring that such fortune held.";}
#akram.cpdesc2:before{content:"Passed between the nobility, praised for his use as a scribe and assistant, Akram worked hard to elevate his mind and skills. The more he could be utilised, the further up the social pecking order he was traded. Until, when he was thirteen, he was handed into the personal ownership of Abdul al'Ramebu - relation of the king himself. Akram worked hard to satisfy his new master, seeing the young nobleman as both role model and salvation. His loyalty was so fast, in fact, that he worked with Abdul in his machinations against the royal treasury and helped facilitate his frauds. When Abdul was forced to flee Assyria, Akram was so precious a commodity that he came along. Akram was very aware that this was a man who had left his own son behind and yet had chosen to keep him.";}
#akram.cpdesc3:before{content:"Then in Hattusa, a land less steeped in tradition and more open to opportunity, Akram was free. Intending to set himself up as a powerful noble, Abdul elevated Akram to the status of a free man, provided he operate as his confidante, promoter and business partner. Akram jumped at the chance. For two years in Hattusa, Akram followed his master's lead. Until Abdul revealed his plans for becoming a nobleman and his plot to murder a child along the way. A child the same age as Akram when he had been taken from his parents and sold into slavery. Such a nostalgic connection was too much for Akram. He could not support Abdul's ambitions. Luckily for him, an alternative had presented itself.";}
#akram.cpdesc4:before{content:"Already the lover of the Tawananna of the Hattusa empire, Akram had only to side-step in her direction to have a whole new benefactor and loyalty. For the last twenty years, Akram has served Hatili devotedly, both in her bed and outside of it. He is her representative and spy in the royal treasury, not to mention a fount of information and trickery, all delivered to Hatili on a silver platter. For when you desire members of both sexes, and a face that would please the eye of many, pillow talk presents endless opportunities...";}
#alda.cpname:before{content:"Alda Reidottir";}
#alda.cptitle:before{content:"Her Einvalds, Alda Reidottir of the Northriver Ostmaðr, Claimed Daughter of Reidar Oldinson of the Northriver Ostmaðr and Helen, Courtier of Ostjorð";}
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#alda.cpdesc1:before,#alda .cpdesc1:before{content:"As one might expect from twins, Alda and Astrid are very close. To a less familiar eye they seem very similar, but to those who know them well, the sisters can be easily discerned from one another. Both girls are charming and friendly, with bright smiles and open demeanours. Raised by a single father and in the company of themselves, they are equally at ease in the company of men or women.";}
#alda.cpdesc2:before{content:"Like her sister, Alda is fiercely loyal to those she calls friend and kin. Win her heart, and you win a lifetime companion and defender. But first in her thoughts, always, is her father, to whom both girls are devoted. Well aware of the sacrifices he has made to raise them well, Alda is her father’s right hand woman in all things. In the hopes of cementing his position even further, Alda has also taken to sitting with her grandfather in the evenings; speaking with him, learning from him, and trying to woo an old stone heart in her favour so that Oldin might loosen his hold on the Northriver throne and one day pass it down without issue.";}
#alda.cpdesc3:before{content:"Alda is the more confident of the two sisters, though also the quieter. Her self-assurance breeds a quiet, observational nature. Of the two of them, Alda is the one to witness an argument through to the end and then make a simple statement that ends all aggression with its astute sense. When reason does not work, Alda is a powerful shieldmaiden, favouring the hand axe and short sword. She is one of the few women in the Ostjord sippes to rival a man in sword-skill, and is particularly strong for her sex. She is not, however, a showman, nor is she violent without fair reason. She does not waste energy she does not have to in matters of battle. Alda finds the most efficient route to the jugular every time, be it in battle or verbal quips.";}
#alda.cpdesc4:before{content:"In herself, Alda finds comfort in purpose –particularly when it comes to supporting her family. Perhaps this is born from the knowledge that family is neither forever, nor a guarantee. Those who share your blood can walk out at any time and never look back –such as with her own mother. This abandonment is still a sore spot for Alda, but instead of wallowing in self-pity, she works to make herself useful and strong so that, one day, she might see her father rule.";}
#alehandros.cpname:before{content:"Alehandros of Antonis";}
#alehandros.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Alehandros of Dynasteía Antonis, Birthed Heir of Lord Alexis of Dynasteía Antonis and Basilem Sera of Dynasteía Xanthos, Senator of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#alehandros.cpdesc1:before,#alehandros .cpdesc1:before{content:"Born to a dead father and a mother who would later marry into another House, Alehandros of Antonis grew up as an orphan of circumstance. Being raised by servants and nursemaids in the Antonis estate of Attia, away from the capital and its political games, bore in Alehandros a more reserved and contented nature than his cousins and siblings. Whilst his relatives suffered the machinations and ever-changing world of the nobility, Alehandros's companions were the slow and steady seasons, his pseudo-family amidst the working class attendants of his home and his second-cousin, the beautiful Sotiria.";}
#alehandros.cpdesc2:before{content:"Growing up around the equally-parentless Sotiria birthed the beginning of a family that the pair built for themselves. Decades later, they still keep their primary residence in Attia, now enjoyed by not only themselves but their four daughters. In his role as father and husband, Alehandros has become a considerate, empathetic, courageous, and thoughtful man. Though trained as a soldier, he has never marched to battle but retains the respect of the Antonis by primarily managing their lands whilst his cousin Lacides claims battlefield glory. Believing he has already 'won' the game of life in the comfort of his family and doted-upon daughters, Alehandros is slow to anger, quick to forgive, and often surprised by the levels others will stoop to claim power or influence.";}
#alehandros.cpdesc3:before{content:"Though kept away from the devilish manipulations of politics, Alehandros was educated and trained as was befitting his birth. Fully versed in the tactics employed on both the battlefield and at court, Alehandros' detachment from the Athenian capital does not put him at a disadvantage when he takes his seat in Senate meetings. Instead, it gives him a down-to-earth rationale that many find both wise and refreshing.";}
#alehandros.cpdesc4:before{content:"As King Minas of Xanthos has yet to bear a son, Alehandros (as his eldest nephew) is technically heir to the throne. This position, however, is a poisoned chalice as far as Alehandros is concerned. With kingship would come a loss of privacy, and the instant commodification of his daughters, suddenly princesses at the mercy of clamouring suitors –not to mention the loss of his homely existence in the countryside. Whilst he cannot formally abdicate during his heirdom –only once the crown is his to possess– it is widely known that Alehandros intends to pass the crown immediately onto the next in line. He has no ambition nor intention to be king. As his successor is the largely disliked Elias of Stravos, however, many persist in trying to sway Alehandros's decision. For who would make a wiser king than a man who sees beyond the childish games of the aristocracy and treats the people as his family?";}
#alexa.cpname:before{content:"Alexa of Dimitrou";}
#alexa.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Alexa of Dynasteía Dimitrou, Birthed Daughter of Lord Gavriil of Dynasteía Dimitrou and Sibyl of Chaoedia, Courtier of Taengea, Hellas";}
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#alexa.cpdesc1:before,#alexa .cpdesc1:before{content:"In the Court of Taengea, many consider the Dimitrou line to have fallen from grace. Once the very first crown line of Taengea and possibly the oldest bloodline in all of Hellas, the Dimitrous now keep to themselves in the wilds of their southern provinces, indulging in living like peasants –or so the upper classes of Taengea gossip. Alexa is perhaps the worst of the Dimitrou for contributing to this image. Whilst her male relatives are the first to get their hands dirty, mend broken fences and chop up firewood, all three of them have an inbred dignity that stops them from appearing completely savage. Alexa's sister Dorothea is, in the capital, a quiet and delicate beauty. Alexa... is not. Boisterous, wild and outspoken, Alexa understands few of the rules of social etiquette and obeys none of them. She lives as her heart desires and, despite the occasional warning from her relatives, she is generally doted on: allowed to grow as strong and untamed as the land to which she was born.";}
#alexa.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a younger girl, Alexa loved the outdoors. Lessons were boring, for they kept her in the cage of the inside. Tutors were dull because they did not dance and sing while they taught. Alexa's favourite lecturer was a young man who enjoyed sitting out on the grass in the sunshine. Anything that allowed Alexa movement whilst she learned was a big help. She could retain more information the less restrained she was and, when very young, she would often fiddle, dance, walk or roll around whilst absorbing her classes. Her favourite lessons, however, were active ones: horse-riding, hunting and archery. Whilst she never had the discipline to become as masterful with a bow as her sister (a fact that hampers her ambition to be just like Dorothea), Alexa is now a fine and accomplished rider. She is also a fair dancer, though the finer details of the steps have been hard for her to conquer over the years.";}
#alexa.cpdesc3:before{content:"Alexa continuously encounters a delicious and loving friction in her family. In one sense, she adores her father, uncle and siblings. They are her home, her unit, her haven... On the other hand, all four of them share in their desire to see Alexa safe, which often places limitations on the youngest Dimitrou that she does not care for. The older she has gotten, the more arguments and cries for justice and freedom stem from the young girl. If only they would allow her to compete in the archery contests like Dorothea. If only they would let her join the hunt like Iason. If only, if only, if only...";}
#alexa.cpdesc4:before{content:"What Alexa fails to recognise is that she might be permitted more freedom if her arguments for it were to cease. By fighting for what she wants, Alexa reveals her wild immaturity, which is the primary reason her relatives fear her being placed into even remotely dangerous situations. They do not think her incapable: they simply think her too untamed to be safe. Despite their attempts to explain this, such a paradox has gone over Alexa's head, drowned out by teenage hormones and the natural belief that her family 'just don't get it'.";}
#alexa.cpdesc5:before{content:"Another element they 'just don't get' is Alexa's complete lack of interest in a future marriage. Whilst her older siblings and father fear that her unladylike behaviour will scare off suitors, Alexa has no such concerns. This is very simply because she does not care for suitors. Despite now growing into adulthood, Alexa has never looked at a boy with interest. It may be some years before she realises that, in her, such interest is actually reserved for members of her own sex.";}
#amalhe.cpname:before{content:"Amalhe of the Ubuntu";}
#amalhe.cptitle:before{content:"Her Blessedness, Leierseunin Amalhe of the Ubuntu Gesin, Birthed Daughter of Leierseun Udo of the Ubuntu Gesin and Amarachukwu of the Ubuntu Gesin, Royal of Bedoa’mt";}
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#amalhe.cpdesc1:before,#amalhe .cpdesc1:before{content:"Considered the greatest beauty of the Saharan desert, tales of Amalhe of the Ubuntu’s exquisite features are told far and wide amongst the Bedoa’mt people. Since she entered womanhood, no interaction between gesins can seem to conclude before a young man from somewhere approaches the Ubuntu leierseunin. Whilst many cannot put their finger on what separates Amalhe from other attractive young girls in the desert sands, those who know her understand that it is her genuine joy and kindness that shine through her skin. They say beauty is only skin deep but Amalhe's comes from both the surface and her inner depths, making her aesthetics more potent than most. Waiting to fall hopelessly in love, Amalhe has not yet been swayed by any of the offers made to her for marriage and it is unlikely that her father, Udo, would ever marry her off without her express desire and agreement, doting and protective as he is. Though decorative, Amalhe longs to be useful and has a passion for care taking. This fascination with medicine and healing has so far kept her eyes on her father’s people instead of his marriable warriors.";}
#amalhe.cpdesc2:before{content:"Amalhe was not always praised for her beauty. As a child, she was considered cute but odd-looking. With ears and eyebrows she had yet to grow into, Amalhe was the gangly child who chased the older boys and girls wanting to play. She was often mocked and deterred with remarks as nasty as one can afford to give the leier’s daughter. Upon puberty, however, everything changed. Over two summers, Amalhe grew into her frame as a woman and was suddenly the greatest of all beauties. Attitudes towards her spun on a coin and suddenly she was worthy of notice. Perhaps it is the fickleness of this popularity that has stopped Amalhe from growing arrogant or conceited. Instead, she is empathetic and kind. She searches for true friendship over popular praise and she admires those who give the same.";}
#amalhe.cpdesc3:before{content:"In particular, Amalhe was inspired by the Zaire tribe: a gesin fully committed to integrity over social standing and devoted to their talent for healing. During a particular inter-gesin commune between the Zaire and the Ubuntu, Amalhe met Tanishe and her mother Lindiwe. Shortly after, Amalhe began to visit the Ubuntu’s healing huts and started to work alongside the old women caring for the injured or sickly. Whilst Amalhe’s father did not like the idea of her working so closely with wounded men, or her putting herself at risk of illness, it was Amarachukwu who insisted their daughter be allowed to follow her passion. The compromise they struck was for Amalhe to mask her face when serving in the tents. It would not be kept a secret that the leierseurin is tending to the wounded but at least this way her identity would not be immediately obvious to any who intended her harm.";}
#amalhe.cpdesc4:before{content:"As for the stream of suitors who continue to arrive at Amalhe’s threshold, the princess has yet to take real notice of those her age: the boys who mocked before they praised. Less interested in bold and brash displays of dominant masculinity, Amalhe dreams of romantic, elegant love with a man of genuine and gentle feeling.";}
#amalia.cpname:before{content:"Amalia of Athenia";}
#amalia.cptitle:before{content:"Amalia of Athenia, Citizen of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#amalia.cpdesc1:before,#amalia .cpdesc1:before{content:"Since her infancy, Amalia has been the subject of talk. Such gossip was flattering at first. Even in the lower classes, beauty can be noticed and appreciated. Whispers of divine favour and of vibrant future prospects followed the beautiful child Amalia. Such talk only grew as she matured, with her fine features and luscious hair widely determined to be too beautiful for her station. The fact that she also grew up compassionate and empathetic to others seemed only a secondary boon.";}
#amalia.cpdesc2:before{content:"And lo, as often strikes those fine of face, good fortune found Amalia. At the age of twenty-one, she was employed into the household of Antonis as attendant and lady’s maid to the Lady Lysta. This was a considerable escalation of social rank, given her birth to a seamstress and a small-time fabric trader in the outskirts of the capital. The same age as her patronness, Amalia became fast friends with Lady Lysta, and the two of them bonded on a personal level to become close friends. Amalia was by Lysta's side, assisting in the woman's care for her two nephews. She attended Court and witnessed the highest echelons of Athenian society. She was diligent in her duties, considerate of others and so grateful for her new position in life that she kept her growing feelings for the married General Lacides a closely guarded secret. In Amalia's mind, she had no right to expect more from an already beautiful life. But she could be permitted her private adoration of the courageous general, surely? A warm sentimentality that she could hold close at night, with no one the wiser? Given her love for the Antonis household and her growing reputation as its firmest ally and friend, it is likely Amalia would have kept to her vow of private love had fate not been tempted to play a cruel hand.";}
#amalia.cpdesc3:before{content:"After the birth of her daughter, Marisa of Antonis was struck ill, her death seemingly imminent. Her husband, Lacides, a man of strength and stoicism began to fall apart at the seams and turned to Amalia one evening for comfort and conversation –a moment of distraction from his sorrow. Amalia was determined to never step beyond her station, but when the man who claimed her heart claimed her kiss, the matter was no longer one for moral debate. Already head-over-heels, Amalia was helpless to resist. They only had one night together, barely a few hours, yet it was enough to destroy everything. When Lady Marisa miraculously recovered her strength, Amalia was heartbroken thrice over. First, in the realisation that Lacides, however desirous of her in the moment, had quickly regretted the night he'd spent in her arms. Second, that Lady Marisa had been kind to her and Amalia had repaid that kindness with a deep betrayal. And thirdly, that she had lost a piece of her soul when she was, for just a moment, angry at the woman's rallying health.";}
#amalia.cpdesc4:before{content:"But the disaster was not over. As the weeks passed, it became obvious that Amalia was with child, and the Antonis' had little choice but to see her turned from the house. Amalia holds little, if any, resentment towards the family. In her eyes it was her own foolishness, her own weakness of will, that led to her ruination. Amalia has slowly forgiven herself for this, but only due to the love she bears her now adult son, Leonidas. Together, they live in the Outer Circle of the capital, an open and undiscussed secret to the upper classes, whom they rarely brush shoulders with. The love Amalia continues to bear for Lacides has prevented her from remarrying, but it is now overshadowed by the deep and unabiding devotion she holds for her son. Not to mention her constant worry as Leonidas’s determination to see her cared for has led him into the city guard; a career path that takes him far too close to the military affairs of Dynasteía Antonis for her liking...";}
#amarachukwu.cpname:before{content:"Amarachukwu of the Ubuntu";}
#amarachukwu.cptitle:before{content:"Her Blessedness, Leierin Amarachukwu of the Ubuntu Gesin, Royal of Bedoa’mt";}
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#amarachukwu.cpdesc1:before,#amarachukwu .cpdesc1:before{content:"Very much the female version of her husband, Amarachukwu - known as Amara to only Udo - is a woman who prefers peace over war and thought over action but she is a little more willing to raise her voice in temper or scolding than her spouse. Particularly towards their children. Whilst she and her husband share the same ideals and ambitions, Udo is quick to lead by stoic example, whilst Amarachukwu will make her orders clear with instruction. She is known to be a wise and courageous woman who commands her own respect from the people but even more so for the fact that her leier-husband publicly trusts her judgement.";}
#amarachukwu.cpdesc2:before{content:"When Amarachukwu first entered the household of the Ubuntu’s first family, it was not a victory. Securing the man she loved as a husband was not the end of a challenging game but the beginning of a far more terrifying trial. Whilst Udo was given full liberty to choose a wife he adored, the inner sanctum of the house was Thandolwethu’s to command. Once Amarachukwu was a part of it, she fell under her mother-in-law’s jurisdiction and would spend the next few years earning her place in the stern woman’s eyes. Despite the number of tests, lessons, comments and judgments that became her daily life, Amarachukwu remained firm. Encouraged by Udo’s love and understanding that his mother was merely a protective lioness, challenging her cub’s new mate, Amarachukwu soldiered on.";}
#amarachukwu.cpdesc3:before{content:"Whilst she was certainly beginning to win over her mother-in-law with her diligence over time, it wasn’t until a particular illness took Udo unawares that matters changed more permanently. In a time when fever was rioting the Ubuntu, Udo begged his wife to keep his sickness from the people, particularly his mother. In those fearful days, he did not wish others to panic that their leier was as human and vulnerable as the rest of them. Amarachukwu agreed, following Udo’s lead and tending to him alone. Upon Udo’s recovery, Amarachukwu fell to the fever herself, leading to Thandolwethu discovering the deception. Initially furious that her child’s sickness had been kept from her, Thandolwethu’s rage only cools when Udo revealed that Amarachukwu had only been following his orders: staying loyal to his will, even though it risked the respect she’d been trying so hard to build with her mother-in-law. Amarachukwu stood by that decision without apology. This fidelity to Udo, even against herself, was ironically the final proof Thandolwethu needed to admit she was no longer matriarch of the Ubuntu household. Thulani, the first born son and heir of the next generation was born only seven months later…";}
#amarachukwu.cpdesc4:before{content:"When their children were small and unruly, Udo would take the option of being quiet in disappointment over poor behaviour; his smile disappearing from his face and his children instantly knowing they had done wrong. His wife, on the other hand, is more vocal in her opinions and happy to use the rug beater whenever necessary to shoo their children outside. Amarachukwu is equal parts firm and loving and has a deep and tender bond with each of her offspring. She is a formidable woman in her own right but also follows Thandolwethu’s lead in treating Udo as the sun around which their family orbits. She is very conscious of Thulani’s future as leader and seeks to see him married off and producing further generations as soon as possible. And one of the people she is closest to above all others is Thandolwethu: a woman uniquely able to understand what it means to be the wife of a great man, without losing yourself in the process.";}
#amarissa.cpname:before{content:"Amarissa of Rishona";}
#amarissa.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Amarissa of Rishona, Birthed Daughter of Elhanan of Ezra and Rishona of Kazbiya, Courtier of Phoenicia";}
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#amarissa.cpdesc1:before,#amarissa .cpdesc1:before{content:"Amarissa loves beauty in all its forms. This young woman adores music, painting and pottery. And she appreciates the beauty of the female form far more than the aesthetics of masculine strength. Amarissa has never been in a relationship with a man and, due to personal secrets, is likely to never give her heart to one. Instead, she looks towards the inevitable day of her marriage with a feeling of dread and focuses, in the meantime, on the aid and help she can give to the world both in the artistry she can form with her hands and the chores she can complete around the family home.";}
#amarissa.cpdesc2:before,#amarissa .cpdesc2:before{content:"Growing up, Amarissa learned the ways of the world easily enough: a woman is to grow until she can no longer perform as her father's daughter. Then, it is her duty to become man's wife and act accordingly in this new position. A woman's worth is determined by the connections she forms with the males in her life. Amarissa does not balk at this reasoning, she does not rebel against it. For it is simply the way the world is. One might as well scream at the sun for rising too early. Instead, Amarissa focused on the areas of her life that she can control. Such as forming art with her hands in sculpture and pottery. Whilst she is a devoted daughter who carries out all of her chores and tasks around the bayith, Amarissa's leisure time is entirely filled with mastering the pottery wheel.";}
#amarissa.cpdesc3:before,#amarissa .cpdesc3:before{content:"Whilst she has a very close relationship with her mother, Amarissa has not yet fully come to terms with her desires for women. So, she has not yet broached the topic with her understanding and considerate mother. Once her own heart has settled, she might brave the sinful admission. Until then, Amarissa champions the hidden desires of others, hoping that none will live so deeply in the closet as herself. Her half-brother, for example, has a talent for poetry that he does not pursue. Amarissa displaces a lot of her own fears onto Caleb, subconsciously living vicariously through his exploration of an alternative way of life.";}
#amarissa.cpdesc4:before,#amarissa .cpdesc4:before{content:"With Cane, Amarissa is a little more despairing, exasperated by his disgraceful antics. And she struggles to bond with any of her cousins. Instead, she is a close friend with many of the Haviv family's neighbours and is well known around Ammun for the charitable work she and her mother perform on the streets. Amarissa longs to one day have her mother's effortless charisma and confidence but, for now, her quiet strength and kindly disposition will have to suffice.";}
#amiti.cpname:before{content:"Amiti of Tzephaniah";}
#amiti.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Amiti of Tzephaniah, Birthed Heir of Tzephaniah of Lazaros and Naomi of Yerushah, Councilman of Phoenicia";}
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#amiti.cpdesc1:before,#amiti .cpdesc1:before{content:"As the eldest son of his father, Amiti takes his duties as the second to Damascus's Mahnheeg very seriously. Whilst his father buries himself in scripture and lengthy agonization over the translation of right and wrong, Amiti sees these discoveries put into action. He enjoys watching the word of Yahweh and the laws of his people stamp down upon the wayward and dangerous behaviours of the lost. He believes it the duty of the righteous and the just to guide sinners back to a fortuitous path. Even if that guidance must be offered with a firm hand. Though not yet cruel, Amiti is on a thin walkway, teetering close to the line of both religious zealot and wannabe tyrant.";}
#amiti.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a child, Amiti was hungry. Hungry for knowledge and for understanding. He is a man of great intellect and logic and enjoys the world of literature. His love of books stems more from the ambitious way he devours information than it does any great love of art. Amiti reads works from many lands but stoically believes in the teachings and ways of the Phoenicians over all other cultures. He believes that other religions are an insult to Yahweh and is intolerant of breaks from tradition or faith.";}
#amiti.cpdesc3:before{content:"At an age where he was able to comprehend the events at the time, Amiti is the angriest of his brothers when it comes to his mother's disappearance. Whilst his brothers puzzle over the mystery of her absence, Amiti is more than aware that Naomi made the choice to abandon her children. This crime, in Amiti's eyes, colours his opinion of the entire female gender, rendering them untrustworthy and fickle. His prejudice casts a lens over Amiti's vision, ensuring that all he sees in the world around him is supporting evidence for this discrimination. Given his mother's reputation as a demure and pious woman, Amiti's misogyny is strongest for the most saintly of females; those he believes to be wearing a dutiful mask. He believes that the purer a woman seems, the more sinful she probably is.";}
#amiti.cpdesc4:before{content:"Whilst Amiti has always loved Damascus for its vast libraries, intolerant atmosphere and superior altitude, his insatiable appetite for learning has met a wall. The stone walls of Damascus, to be precise. The great city he has resided in and loved since birth is becoming a limitation and Amiti's heart and soul are starting to wonder about life beyond Damascus... Whilst he would never surrender his power and duties as his father's second, perhaps more travel would help improve his mind and standing in life? Perhaps in Jerusalem, Amiti might find what he seeks...?";}
#ammalis.cpname:before{content:"Ammalis Zaddiuka";}
#ammalis.cptitle:before{content:"Her Highness, Hāssas Ammalis Zaddiuka of the Antu' Tahurna, Birthed Daughter of Tuhkanti Zaddiuka Haitwattama of the Antu’ Tahurna and Hāssas Sharlato Zuziya of the Antu' Zuziya, Royal of Hattusa";}
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#ammalis.cpdesc1:before,#ammalis .cpdesc1:before{content:"Unlike many eldest sisters, Ammalis did not grow up authoritarian. She did not dominate over her younger sisters. Instead, Ammalis’s position as first born produced in her a maternal streak as wide as the Hattusa empire. Soft and gentle, kind and empathetic, she is sweet-natured and always there to help –yet she is no doormat. A backbone lies beneath her kindly smile, particularly if she happens to witness her sisters making choices unhealthy to their reputation or lifestyle.";}
#ammalis.cpdesc2:before{content:"This lack of bossiness may have occurred because Ammalis had little chance to be an only child. She was singular in her parents’ affections for only a year before her sister was born. Two years later, a third joined the family. So Ammalis was always raised as a part of a whole, not a figurehead to lead the way for her siblings. With Namiira a tearful little thing and Beylis too adventurous for her own good, Ammalis naturally fell into the role of caretaker. When their mother was not around, or they had ventured on one of their missions on the grounds of their family estate, Ammalis was the pseudo-parent. Very quickly, it was to her that her sisters began to turn, despite little difference in their ages.";}
#ammalis.cpdesc3:before{content:"Ammalis’s innate maturity was compounded with empathy upon the birth of her youngest sister Penya. The birth was a difficult one, with complications and risks to their mother’s life. It also rendered her unlikely to bear more children. At only eight years old, Ammalis did not fully understand the threat of the moment. But her mother’s sickness and her father’s blatant fear were obviously symptomatic of a great danger. For weeks after Penya’s birth, Ammalis played little nurse to her beloved mother, learning consideration of others more assuredly than she would under any other circumstances. It also prompted her to speak with the physicians who tended to her mother. An interest in medicine has sparked and Ammalis has, ever since, spent most of her free time learning the ways of the body, the habits of healers, and writing to physicians all over the empire and in foreign lands with questions and queries.";}
#ammalis.cpdesc4:before{content:"Nowadays, Ammalis is a dignified young woman whose motherly attentions to her sisters are less welcome. As adult women in and of themselves, Namiira and Beylis insist they have no need for Ammalis’ hovering or her well-intended advice when they take the wrong path in life. Even Penya comes to her for less and less advice these days. Feeling a little in possession of an empty nest, Ammalis now looks to her future thinking that perhaps her path in life now is to marry and have her own children upon whom to dote. The only issue is that, after twenty-four years focusing on her family, keeping to herself and indulging her love of reading and letter-writing, Ammalis is particularly nervous around the male sex.";}
#ammanuel.cpname:before{content:"Ammanuel of Sidon";}
#ammanuel.cptitle:before{content:"Ammanuel of Sidon, Citizen of Assyria";}
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#ammanuel.cpdesc1:before,#ammanuel .cpdesc1:before{content:"Ammanuel is used to cruelty. He is used to judgement. And he has learnt to build impenetrable armour, keeping the stares and accusations of others far at bay. He needs the validation of only one person in his life: his brother Elijyah. Orphaned at a young age when their parents were crushed in a riot, Ammanuel and Elijyah have learned to depend upon only each other. Though only a year older than Ammanuel, Elijyah was the brains of the operation. Gifted with a cunning intellect that saw them thriving - not simply surviving, on the streets - Ammanuel looked in life for his own talents. He did not find them until he was old enough to understand the darker urges in his soul.";}
#ammanuel.cpdesc2:before{content:"Ammanuel's first shock, as he transitioned into adulthood, is that he held no desire to bed a woman. They were pretty things but evoked no physical urges in him besides the strange inkling he could not name. Instead, men aroused him. Taking his first man to bed was a strange experience, for Ammanuel enacted the matter as his more experienced and heterosexual brother had advised. Only when he reversed the roles, did Ammanuel find his pleasure. Such perverted desires inevitably led to discrimination against Ammanuel and then violence. Those who were brave enough to risk Elijyah's wrath or disgusted enough not to care, would seek out Ammanuel and beat him for his proclivities. Their punishments for his adverse behaviour, however, had an unintended result: the discovery of a new and darker desire... pain. Ammanuel now understood that strange sensation when he stared at delicate women... the urge to break and to ruin. But also the desire to be ruined in return.";}
#ammanuel.cpdesc3:before{content:"The years unfolded and experiences escalated. Eventually Ammanuel's addiction to sex and the experiences of both receiving and giving pain took over his life. His desire for saddistic cruelty grew and now he flourishes in situations where he can feel both pleasure and pain together. He experiments with opiates, dream-like states and sexual ventures considered bizarre and disgusting. At times when his addictions have been left unmet, Ammanuel has asked his brother to beat him so that he might reach release amidst the physical pain...";}
#ammanuel.cpdesc4:before{content:"Meeting Qaileet al'Noakko was life changing for Elijyah but even more so for Ammanuel. Taken out of the gutters where the beatings were outside of his control, Ammanuel has been bought a position in the priesthood of Ninurta. Here, he offers himself to partners of all kinds. Whilst he genuinely believes that such acts are in honour of the god, male-on-male and pained experiences are against the practices of the temple. So, Ammanuel must walk a careful line of deceit and manipulation, ensuring that he always appears to be taking clients for honourable worship, not the dark proclivities of a dangerous and wayward soul...";}
#amonra.cpname:before{content:"Amon'ra H'Isazari";}
#amonra.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Sirdar Amon’ra of Hei Isazari, Birthed Heir of Lord Webensenu of Hei Isazari and Henuttawy of Mansa, Councilman of K’m’t";}
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#amonra.cpdesc1:before,#amonra .cpdesc1:before{content:"It has been some generations since the Isazari family were first appointed nobility. As such, their military prowess is a legacy for an older time; a mark of honour upon their ancestors. Now, the family has shifted into economic and political power. None so successfully as Amon'ra. A man of shrewd business sense and clever acumen, he is a master negotiator and charismatic speaker. One of the most common voices to be heard in the Pharaoh's council hall, Amon'ra is gradually gaining lands, tax privileges and other leverages that are seeing his family's fortunes flourish.";}
#amonra.cpdesc2:before{content:"With his thoughts beyond the household, Amon'ra has been content to allow his eldest daughter to take charge of the home. Instead of remarrying, he encourages Berenike's position as matriarch and will often laud such an ability before her potential suitors. A woman who can already run a large home with multiple servants, for example, is an attractive consideration for a wife, and he does not hesitate to laud his daughter’s many desirable qualities.";}
#amonra.cpdesc3:before{content:"Though considered hard and unyielding in almost all matters besides his family, Amon'ra has a surprising romantic side. Though his marriage was arranged and most believe the union to have been respectful, not passionate, Amon'ra persistently refuses any second marriage offers. Not yet an old man, Amon'ra might easily wed once more and produce a son to carry on the family name. Instead, despite his political savvy and ambition for power, he withholds. No-one seems to know why. The only possible reason must be that the prosaic and calculating man has a heart after all: a heart still very much in love with his lost wife.";}
#amonra.cpdesc4:before{content:"Instead of taking on the mantle to produce an heir himself, Amon'ra (thankfully) has a young brother who has every opportunity in the world to see their family have a male heir. After all, Yamanu's reluctance thus far to be married can only mean he's being particular in whom he might bring into the Isazari family house. For surely there cannot be any other reason, can there?";}
#anathra.cpname:before{content:"Anathra al'Yal'ira";}
#anathra.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Anathra of Bêl' Ya’lira, Birthed Daughter of Lord Morath of Bêl' Ya’lira and Lila of Haran, Courtier of Assyria";}
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#anathra.cpdesc1:before,#anathra .cpdesc1:before{content:"Anathra is all that a lady of the Ya’lira family should be… on the surface. Exceptionally beautiful, elegant in every line and graceful in every movement, Anathra is the image of divine purity. Trained in the ways of the temple, she serves the local priesthoods with sweet penitence and worshipful prayers. She is an authority amongst women on the ways of morality and she is looked upon by men as the embodiment of feminine purity. Such a persona, however, is only so pure because it has been built. Constructed without mistake and executed without accident. There is no fleck of imperfection in Anathra’s countenance because there is nothing human in it. It is not real.";}
#anathra.cpdesc2:before{content:"The true Anathra is wildly intelligent, calculating and a true savant of acting. She is a woman who enjoys wine, the occasional decadence… and sex. Lots and lots of sex. While Anathra’s bedroom habits would perhaps not be considered excessive in other contexts, when pitted against her pious persona she is practically a whore. Indulgent and experimental in the ways of physical love and open to experiences involving more than one partner, Anathra is a vibrant and sexual creature. Yet, equally talented at hiding it. Not even her siblings, those she considers her nearest and dearest, know of Anathra’s secret life.";}
#anathra.cpdesc3:before{content:"As a young woman, the rules of life were dictated to Anathra very clearly. A woman’s place was in the service of the temples or the service of her husband. Proud of her family’s legacy in the world of faith and religious practice, Anathra chose the latter. She studied and practised, performed and prayed. Her loyalty to the Gods was not fake. Nor is it now. The Gods are of great importance to Anathra. But, when too much pressure sparked a night of rebellion, Anathra discovered the potential for a new loyalty: to herself.";}
#anathra.cpdesc4:before{content:"Were she to seek marriage, leaving the chastity of the temples behind her, Anathra might have all that she loves for herself, without disgrace. But her secret life has taught Anathra to dictate her own world and the idea of surrendering that freedom to a man is… unpleasant. Better to live a life she adores behind a public world she respects, than to give up half of both for a man she does not want. Despite all the games, machinations and secrecy, Anathra is ultimately content in her life. She has only to keep the illusion going for her to keep having it all.";}
#anunit.cpname:before{content:"Anunit an'Kinsalla";}
#anunit.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Anunit of Kinsalla Bêlu, Birthed Daughter of Lord Angal Harburabi of Kinsalla Bêlu and Yaeeta of Babylon, Courtier of Babylonia";}
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#anunit.cpdesc1:before,#anunit .cpdesc1:before{content:"Anunit was ten years old when her family welcomed a second son: an older son. As an infant and then a growing child, Anunit was particularly close with her brother Dagan and her mother Yaeeta. To accept the inclusion of a rival male heir - the child of another woman - was therefore sacrilege and Anunit, protective of her family, became the chief instigator of Vahash's discomfort. At only ten years old, her pranks and schemes were limited in scope and danger but they made their point all the same: Vahash was not welcome. To this day, Vahash still bears a burn scar from when one of Anunit's antics went awry.";}
#anunit.cpdesc2:before{content:"Vahash, for his part, never retaliated. Perhaps this was because he was ten years old and an adult. Perhaps because he accepted Anunit's anger as a natural part of stepping into a family already made. His acceptance of Dagan's superior position and his constant respectful attitude to Yaeeta gradually took the wind from Anunit's sails. As she grew up, maturing into a young woman of empathy and intelligence, Anunit became gradually shameful of her past actions. These regrets came to a head when Anunit turned nineteen. That was the year her mother died. At the time, Dagan was away from home, fighting on a battlefront. Vahash was at home, temporarily kept away from the fight because of an injury to his foot. Witnessing her half-brother weep for the loss of a woman who had been so kind to him, Anunit's growing compassion and shame became concrete in her mind. As Vahash comforted her through her grief, as any true big brother would, Anunit cried and babbled apologies for her years of poor behaviour. Forgiveness was instant and Anunit and Vahash have been close friends ever since.";}
#anunit.cpdesc3:before{content:"This sibling affection has only grown stronger in the last few years as Anunit has witnessed her full-brother Dagan's rivalry with his brother shift into the realm of unhealthy. Whilst Vahash continues to seek peace in the family, Dagan is a constant source of bitterness and aggression. This compulsive refusal to accept his half-brother is damaging his relationships and Anunit cannot support it. She loves Dagan. She cares for him deeply. But when he can only spout venom at their undeserving half-sibling, Anunit cannot help but take sides. This has broken the bond that she had once so greatly cherished.";}
#anunit.cpdesc4:before{content:"In its stead, Anunit has formed a stronger attachment to her sister-in-law, Dakina, as if hoping a connection with Dagan's wife will help to reconnect the siblings. Unfortunately, this has only served to cause further issues as Anunit has recently discovered Dagan's abuse of his wife, enacted under the guise of a need for an heir. With such revelations, Anunit is beginning to wonder if her relationship with Dagan will ever recover.";}
#anunit.cpdesc5:before{content:"As for the rest of the family, Anunit has a firm and loyal connection with her sister but accepts that they have too similar a personality to truly be friends. When engaged in dinner time conversation, she and Takhmaspa often suffer from escalating debates and furious arguments. These disagreements are always followed by embraces and reconnections, but still –it’s exhausting if the pair are kept too close for too long. When it comes to Dakina's sister Narseh, Anunit has a strong distaste for the girl and her egotistical attitude. She keeps her distance when she can. And, for her father, Anunit has the devotion natural of a daddy’s girl. Now that her mother has passed on, Anunit even thinks it sweet that Harburabi is actively seeking the woman he adored so many years ago. And, as Anunit is the only one of Harburabi's legitimate children to have actually met Rebqa (Vahash once took her to the home he grew up in and introduced them), she is supportive of her father's romantic ventures.";}
#anya.cpname:before{content:"Anya Hantili";}
#anya.cptitle:before{content:"Her Highness, Hāssas Anya Hantili of the Antu' Hantili, Birthed Daughter of Merak of Kizzuwatna and Hāssas Anna Hantili of the Antu’ Hantili, Courtier of Hattusa";}
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#anya.cpdesc1:before,#anya .cpdesc1:before{content:"Anya is a complex individual understood by few. Least of all by herself. As a child, she was a shy and awkward child, following her older sister around like a shadow and adoring the courageous character and filial kinship of her cousin. Growing up in Kizzuwatna with a port dedicated predominantly to trade, Anya was less fascinated by the endless stimulation of visiting merchants and far more enraptured by the soldiers marching over the cliffside just a few miles from town in the province of Karatepe. But her interest in these strong, virile men was not based in romance. It was not attraction, but covetous desire. She did not wish to have a soldier of her own. She wanted to be one.";}
#anya.cpdesc2:before{content:"With laws against female enlistment in the armed forces, Anya's dream was squashed into an almost stalker-like habit of watching the nearby regiments at work. She would never be one of them so witnessing their exercises and practising the skills in her own time were as close as she could get.";}
#anya.cpdesc3:before{content:"When scandal and loss shook the very foundations of the Hantili family and Anya was relocated to the Netuno provinces of Roma, these desires were no more satisfied than back home. The Romani might be open to women in business and politics but their military regiments are strictly male. Anya was once more allowed only to watch. Practising swordplay with one of her guardians, Romulus Nobilis Netuno, was the closest Anya would ever get to serving from the back of a chariot or from behind a shield.";}
#anya.cpdesc4:before{content:"Matters grew more complicated when Anya heard stories of the warrior women of the north. On the Viatrix and Netuno borderlands fought women. Alongside their menfolk. Initially, this concept sparked interest in Anya. Until she found herself focusing on the stories of the masculine celts over their female counterparts. It was then that Anya began to realise that she did not wish to be a female soldier. She wished to be male. Taking to wearing male tunics and tying her hair up under hats or plain clips, Anya dug deeper and more seriously into her training. This discovery of her own complicated self - that the Gods had perhaps placed her inside the wrong sort of body - was as liberating as it was stifling. She could not speak to others of her existential belief. Nor could she publicly act outside of her physical sex. But privately she could accept this strange and obscure truth.";}
#anya.cpdesc5:before{content:"Since returning to Hattusa, Anya has continued in her physical workouts and training, despite doting disapproval from her cousin and sister. She has renewed her visits to local temples - particularly those of Lelwani, the famously genderless God - and snubs her nose at anyone who says she is behaving outside her sex. After all, to Anya, she is doing no such thing. Her physical form has just been inaccurately assigned...";}
#anya.cpdesc6:before{content:"Whilst such confidence imbues Anya's behaviour with a bold sort of confidence, in the dark of night, she worries... For surely Gods do not actually make mistakes? And surely only someone truly ungrateful to the divines who gave them life would insist that they'd been born in the wrong skin? Just how arrogant, heretical or just plain crazy must she be?";}
#aquila.cpname:before{content:"Aquila Nobilis Netuno";}
#aquila.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Aquila Nobilis Netuno, Birthed Son of Lord Rufus Nobilis Netuno and Portia of Venici, Courtier of Roma";}
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#aquila.cpdesc1:before,#aquila .cpdesc1:before{content:"Aquila is a chatterbox. Rambunctious, excitable and eager to please, you know when Aquila is in the room. His energy is contagious and his optimism endearing. Unless he's confronted with a true monster, Aquila's presence will drag a smile from the sternest of countenances.";}
#aquila.cpdesc2:before{content:"A lover of nature, Aquila would, when younger, spend half his time digging in the gardens and the other half displaying his finds in the face of anyone who panders interest. Now eight years old, a little maturity is beginning to curb his presentations. Instead of thrusting his latest discovery beneath an unsuspecting nose, Aquila has taken to bouncing impatiently on the balls of his feet, hands clasped to his chest and eyes bugging, until someone pays him attention.";}
#aquila.cpdesc3:before{content:"Popular among other children his age from all classes, Aquila spends most of his days playing, with humans or with animals. The family dogs are a particular favourite and the horses not yet a pet he is allowed to charm.";}
#aquila.cpdesc4:before{content:"As for his lessons, Aquila is less of a fan. Unable to sit still long enough for tutors to cram facts and figures beneath his curls, Portia and Rufus have taken to seeking a new kind of teacher: one who will take their son into the grounds and work with his enthusiasm for all things green.";}
#aras.cpname:before{content:"Aras of Eliades";}
#aras.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Aras of Dynasteía Eliades, Birthed Heir of Lord Photis of Dynasteía Eliades and Lady Marisa of Dynasteía Condos, Courtier of Colchis, Hellas";}
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#aras.cpdesc1:before,#aras .cpdesc1:before{content:"Aras was born first – though, most of the time it doesn't make much of a difference, no matter how much he tries to play the “big brother” card. Of the twins, Babis is the natural leader simply from being the harder of the two to tame, which means Aras regularly has little choice but to follow in his brother’s wake. As children, such closeness was healthy, loving and expected. As the two boys now move towards adulthood, however, the bonds of twindom are being tested. Aras faces a dilemma: how is one to love and cherish their little brother whilst also being oneself?";}
#aras.cpdesc2:before{content:"When little, Aras and Babis were understandably inseparable. While some twins work hard to establish their own, independent identities, Aras and Babis took great pride and joy in being identical. They could crawl through the same small spaces when on their adventures, they could reach the same snacks and treats if they stretched far enough. And the opportunities for confused identities and switched places were endless. The only times in which their distinctiveness was something to take pride in was when comparing scratches and bruises at bathtime.";}
#aras.cpdesc3:before{content:"Even in their childhood, however, the boys were unique. Aras, calmer and more thoughtful; Babis, more joyful and reckless. The differences were subtle but there. Now that the boys are approaching the age of adulthood in their land, those differences are becoming more obvious –and a problem.";}
#aras.cpdesc4:before{content:"Maturing faster than his brother, Aras now has to say “no” on occasion. No, he cannot go and mess around because mother said they are needed. No, they shouldn’t go out at night when they have visitors coming the next day. As Aras begins to understand responsibility and duty, Babis sees it as him conforming to the boring way of adults. Such an insulting label of dullness is still (usually) enough to have Aras giving in, to going back on what he knows to be right, having a wonderful, playful time with his brother… and then suffering the regret of “should have known better”.";}
#aras.cpdesc5:before{content:"The older the boys get, the more regrets Aras collects, the more often he now stands by his morals and lets Babis take his adventures solo. This is putting a strain on the once tight-knit bond between the brothers and is a source of internal conflict for Aras. In his moments away from Babis, Aras has been studying closely with his father and grandfather, and the rest of his family dote on him as they always have. In many ways, Aras turning toward mature pursuits is part of a new hope he holds in his heart… To be seen as a man amongst his peers and his kin, free of the reputation he and his brother have created for themselves as naughty little boys.";}
#argus.cpname:before{content:"Argus Nobilis Benedi";}
#argus.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Argus Nobilis Benedi, Birthed Heir of Lord Pompeius Nobilis Benedi and Lady Valeria Nobilis Benedi, Senator of Roma";}
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#argus.cpdesc1:before,#argus .cpdesc1:before{content:"With a fair temperament, diplomatic approach and patient mind, Argus is a highly-respected magister in the Roma Parliamentum. Believing in his duty to care for and patronise the people of the Benedi lands, Argus is quick to speak when the prospects of his family's territories are at risk but, in social circles, is far more timid. Never one to raise his head above the parapet and excessively tongue-tied around women, Argus does not fit the mould of a Benedi nobleman. The other males in his line are smooth talkers, charismatic and ambitious in building their own fortunes. Argus, instead, serves others, hoping to turn the focus of his House from gain to give. For why else would the Gods have cursed his mother so, if they did not want to see the Benedi name pushed in a less selfish direction?";}
#argus.cpdesc2:before{content:"Like his brother, Argus has no memory of the sweet-natured young woman who was once his mother. Just a year old when his brother Titus's advent set Valeria's conscious mind off-kilter, Argus has only ever known the chaotic whirlwind version of the woman. Whilst this prompts a deep sense of loss in Argus for the mother he might have had were fates different, it does not colour his opinion of his brother. During their childhood, Argus often attempted to be close with Titus, to bring him into the games and lessons the other siblings shared in. Titus, however, watched Argus with suspicion, accusing him of a hatred he did not possess and distrusting of his motives. As the pair have grown, this suspected dislike has become truer but only through Titus's own behaviour. In a self-fulfilling prophecy, Titus has dashed Argus's good opinion of him by showing little loyalty and zero care to the people in his life. Instead, Argus focuses on his sisters, each of whom he tries to lend his support and financial guardianship.";}
#argus.cpdesc3:before{content:"In his father's eyes, Argus walks a fine line of pride and disappointment. In most ways he is the perfect son, applying skill and knowledge to a grand duty and high level of work ethic. But Argus's quiet determination to walk his path for others over his own greed frustrates Pompeius to no end. The Benedi have risen to their level of influence by snatching power from those less fortunate. Just how are they to continue flourishing if Argus will not follow in that same legacy? Argus has no answer for this, only that he feels great satisfaction in aiding his fellow man so perhaps he, in his own way, is also selfish?";}
#argus.cpdesc4:before{content:"Not that Argus has much opportunity to enjoy his own philanthropy. A busy worker, diligent in his efforts both in the Parliamentum and the Roma Treasury and a manager of several of the Benedi trading ventures, Argus has little time for fun or socialising. Which may, in turn, explain his lack of aplomb before women - particularly the pretty ones such as Gloriana Nobilis Evander...";}
#ariya.cpname:before{content:"Ariya Tudanta";}
#ariya.cptitle:before{content:"Her Highness, Hāssas Ariya Tudanta of the Antu' Tudanta, Birthed Daughter of Tuhkanti Tudanta Jessu and Hāssas Hepeliya Labarna of the Antu’ Tahurna, Courtier of Hattusa";}
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#ariya.cpdesc1:before,#ariya .cpdesc1:before{content:"Unlike her sister, Ariya has never been naturally talented at anything. Not a success in her studies, nor instinctively great in artistry, Ariya excels in only two areas: kindness and hard work. Doggedly applying herself to her tutors' classes has made her adequate in her language skills and basic understanding of arithmetic and physics. Steady application and practice has made her able to fire a bow and arrow, which she only does for the joy of the hobby. She still has yet to learn to ride a horse.";}
#ariya.cpdesc2:before{content:"But Ariya's focus has been anchored elsewhere as she's grown. Taking comfort from the temples, Ariya believes her own mediocrity to be a choice of the Gods: that her sister Letti was blessed with a sharp mind and great beauty for a purpose, and that she was tested and challenged for her own. On her worst days, when she feels the greatest shame or failure, Ariya has always turned to the divine for her answers. As she has become an adult, this devotion has turned practical. Whilst it took her some time to train as a priestess of the faith, Ariya is now a fully qualified practitioner and representative of several temples across the capital and in her family's home city of Arzawa. Her primary temple of operation is one dedicated to Kamrusepa on the northern tip of Arzawa's coastal port.";}
#ariya.cpdesc3:before{content:"Following her parents without argument, Ariya spends half her year in Arzawa and the winters socialising in the Hattusa's capital court. It was there, several years ago, that Ariya met a man. This man was dark and exotic. He spoke a language in which she was only mildly proficient, but it didn't seem to matter. He watched her with an eager eye. And she felt that look to her very bones. Ever since, this man has sent Ariya letters. They have met only thrice, including that first meeting when Ariya was eighteen, but never have they been alone or able to do more than speak and look...";}
#ariya.cpdesc4:before{content:"It is Ariya's most precious and private dream that the friendly and platonic letters they send to one another will develop into something more. She spends weeks at a time pouring over the man's missives, searching for romantic intention hidden between the lines. For what man would maintain such a connection for so long without affection? What could this " Ahlbazi " possibly want if not to woo her from afar with the respect and gentility of a heroic suitor?";}
#arne.cpname:before{content:"Arne Arneson";}
#arne.cptitle:before{content:"His Einvalds, Kónungr Arne Arneson of the Bonemakers Ostmaðr, Birthed Heir of Arne Ragnarson of the Northriver Ostmaðr and Kónungrdottir Agnes, Royal of Ostjorð";}
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#arne.cpdesc1:before,#arne .cpdesc1:before{content:"Arne Arneson is a survivalist. As a babe, he was often sickly. As a child he was skinny and weak. To make matters worse, his younger brother was naturally larger, with a more obvious chance of becoming a fine warrior. Arne, however, was born with the spirit of persistence. He would not yield in his training, would not bow to his shortcomings. By the time puberty came upon him, Arne had earned his right to several heavy growth spurts. By fourteen, he was five foot five and still growing. His early training also seemed to speed the growth of muscle, which began to stack up on his frame.";}
#arne.cpdesc2:before{content:"When his father died in his youth, Arne became kónungr of the Bonemakers Sippe before his time. Despite the respect and honour afforded to his father, the Bonemakers ideology of life is steeped in survival. Those who are strong flourish. Those who suffer weakness will fall. As Arne’s father was one of the firmest champions of this mentality, it was almost a mark of integrity that so many men rose up to claim the throne against the new and inexperienced king. Despite being only fifteen years of age, Arne defeated one of his rivals with cunning, another with blackmail, and slayed his father’s Jarl of Ships in open combat. As a first born son, Arne might have been born to his place as leader of his people, but he also earned it, spilling blood where necessary and leaning into his strengths as a survivalist.";}
#arne.cpdesc3:before{content:"Since taking his birth rite as kónungr, Arne has never rested on his laurels. Of all the sippe leaders he is arguably the most active, continuing his physical conditioning despite an already impressive physique. Though now greying with age, Arne can take on and best any one of his own fighters. Believing in the significance of learning, Arne has the unique ability to openly accept tutorship or the expertise of others without displaying weakness or ignorance in himself. He is always intrigued by new battle tactics, political ideas, and combat techniques. In this sense, he is incredibly progressive for an Ostmadr.";}
#arne.cpdesc4:before{content:"Arne also has a romantic side. His desire for wild and beautiful Bridgeth Unesdottir was no secret in his younger years, and he courted and won her with a gentle, but determined intensity. He now considers the attainment of his wife to be one of his greatest victories. That being said, Arne occasionally falls short of his husbandly duties, as he is easily distracted by the responsibilities of his rank. In the Bonemakers Sippe, one must have eyes in the back of one’s head at all times –particularly if you are king. This makes Arne a particularly bad workaholic with limited time for the family he adores. In his place, he often leaves his brother Bairn in charge of protecting the royal household. Though Arne is fully aware that his brother is devotedly in love with Bridgeth, the depth of their bond as brothers removes any doubt or suspicion from Arne’s mind. In fact, his bond with Bairn is the only relationship in his life that Arne can wholly trust. To that end, he knows that his brother’s love for his wife will ensure Brigeth’s safety like no other.";}
#astrid.cpname:before{content:"Astrid Reidottir";}
#astrid.cptitle:before{content:"Her Einvalds, Astrid Reidottir of the Northriver Ostmaðr, Claimed Daughter of Reidar Oldinson of the Northriver Ostmaðr and Helen, Courtier of Ostjorð";}
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#astrid.cpdesc1:before,#astrid .cpdesc1:before{content:"As one might expect from twins, Alda and Astrid are very close. To a less familiar eye they also seem very similar, but to those who know them well, the sisters can be easily discerned from one another. Both girls are charming and friendly, with bright smiles and open demeanours. Raised by a single father and with each other for company, they are equally at ease in the company of men or women.";}
#astrid.cpdesc2:before{content:"Of the two, Astrid is the more talkative. She seeks the joy in life, always. Even when she’s wielding her bow with deadly precision. A victorious shieldmaiden in both archery and the hand axe, Astrid does not flinch at the violence inflicted on the battlefield but will certainly adopt more feminine tolerances in private. Beheadings and stabbing during war? No issue. Drunkards puking up their evening meals? Astrid is pinching her nose and getting out of there… Perhaps this difference is due to Astrid often being so far from the nitty gritty of battle with her arrows. Perhaps it’s just an odd quirk she cannot shake.";}
#astrid.cpdesc3:before{content:"Wrinkled nose notwithstanding, Astrid is often considered prettier than her sister, but not by much. She gains more male attention because she’s more verbal and less intimidating than her sister. She enjoys such devotion and will occasionally take a man to bed but she’s diligent about which days of the month she’ll join with a man and the tonics she takes afterwards. With her mother as an example of what occurs when a child is born unwanted, Astrid is uncompromising in her determination to avoid the same fate.";}
#astrid.cpdesc4:before{content:"This determination also includes never informing her father of such proclivities. With a doting and over-protective father figure who has worked hard to raise his twin daughters despite his own youth, Astrid is fully aware of Reidar’s reaction should he discover that she is no longer chaste. The man was too young to be a father, the prospect of being an equally too young grandfather might send him over the edge. Instead, Astrid remains true and loyal (if a little dishonest) to Reidar and will often play up the joyful daughter angle in his presence. Not for any manipulative purpose but out of habit. For it is a comforting thing to be treated as a precious daughter by so powerful a man.";}
#athanasia.cpname:before{content:"Athanasia of Kotas";}
#athanasia.cptitle:before{content:"Her Highness, Basilem Athanasia of Dynasteía Kotas, Birthed Daughter of Basilu Tython of Dynasteía Kotas and Lady Yanni of Dynasteía Dimitrou, Royal of Colchis, Hellas";}
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#athanasia.cpdesc1:before,#athanasia .cpdesc1:before{content:"The only daughter after an assortment of powerful young men, Athanasia falls into a familiar trap right alongside her brother Silas: measuring herself by the achievements of her kin, instead of looking to the advantages only she possesses.";}
#athanasia.cpdesc2:before{content:"Specifically, Athanasia is female. While she does not attempt to deny this, her youth was full of playing with her closest brother Silas, going on fictional adventures with him and their cousin Imeeya, and absorbing stories of her warrior-like brothers in far away lands. Every measure of what it means to be ‘successful’ that Athanasia was exposed to as a child was formed on masculine lines: boisterousness, combat, victory… This, for many years, made lessons and more ‘boring’ training a hard sell to a young princess who just wanted to sail the seas, ride the woods and battle her father’s enemies.";}
#athanasia.cpdesc3:before{content:"Eventually, age and her mother’s firm hand saw Athanasia apply herself with more purpose. As a young adult, she was able to better appreciate the significance of her tutorship and how her lessons would teach her to be a useful addition to the family. Naturally intelligent, Asia had only to overcome her own impatience to start succeeding under her mentors. Such success bred ambition, and Asia now sets her sights on markers of political success: like perhaps attaining a barony of her own or spearheading a political strategy in court.";}
#athanasia.cpdesc4:before{content:"Unfortunately, Asia has a final lesson to learn, one that seems to be slow sinking in; to be female is not enough in the political spheres of Hellas. One must act female. Dominance of character and forceful verbal sparring are preferable traits in her brothers, but Asia must learn the subtler path to feminine might. In this, Asia butts heads with her mother almost daily, unable to see how demurity and quiet grace can equal authority and respect. One day, she may be surprised to truly notice the power lying behind her mother, once a champion archer of her homeland, and aunt, first female Head of House in Hellenic history. If Athanasia can one day put aside her prejudiced favour towards the masculine, she might even make history of her own.";}
#augustus.cpname:before{content:"Augustus Regnum Veneti";}
#augustus.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Imperia Augustus Nobilis Benedi, Birthed Heir of Lord Ignatius Nobilis Benedi and Venus of Solsinii, Senator of Roma";}
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#augustus.cpdesc1:before,#augustus .cpdesc1:before{content:"Born to loving parents but losing his father young, shaped Augustus's subconscious beyond his realisation. With a kinship no larger than himself, his mother and his brother Pompeius, Augustus grew up with a strong desire for family. A big family. His two great goals in life quickly became honouring his father's memory by guiding the Benedi name to great fortune and eventually building his own legacy of children and grandchildren to follow in the same vein. Life, it seems, has a cruel sense of humour.";}
#augustus.cpdesc2:before{content:"Whilst Augustus's brother went on to achieve greatness in both the family trading businesses and as a sire, Augustus took much longer to find his perfect match. Aemiliana was no great lady from a noble house. In fact, as the daughter of one of Augustus's scribes, she brought with her little dowry and zero connections. Her only true asset was herself. But this was more than enough for Augustus. Aemiliana was bold and brave. Her heart was empathetic and her tongue wicked-quick. Whilst she was rougher around the edges that Pompeius's elegant spouse, Aemiliana was a star in the making. She shone bright and she shone wide. Augustus was entranced.";}
#augustus.cpdesc3:before{content:"It was obvious from the beginning of his courtship of Aemiliana that Augustus's love was one-sided. Though she treated him with respectful smiles and laughed at his charismatic jokes, the spark was missing. Their connection was instant but it was of the mind, not the heart. Augustus was not dissuaded. Upon his seeking her hand in marriage, Aemiliana made matters all the clearer, insisting that she could not and would not love Augustus as he might want from a wife. She gave no further details; only that she feared her heart would never warm to his, despite the compassionate respect she held for him. Augustus heard her but did not listen. Bolstered, possessed, by his amore for Aemiliana, he was confident that time would change her mind; that he could love her enough for the both of them and woo her heart as she had seduced him. Aemiliana's father agreed and the match was made.";}
#augustus.cpdesc4:before{content:"Since the day of his marriage, Augustus has never stopped attempting to make his wife happy. He provides her with a fine home, an impressive living allowance and every trinket she might set her heart upon. He gives her his time and his energy. He courts her with fine words and romantic gestures. For the last ten years, he has even permitted Aemiliana another lover. A woman.";}
#augustus.cpdesc5:before{content:"Now, Augustus' life takes an unorthodox path. His wife resides permanently with her lover Octavia Lex Regnum Veneti but returns to the Benedi estate for a night once every lunar cycle like clockwork. For that night, Augustus is allowed to love his wife as he so wishes and she tries to appease him in return. Then, she returns to the Veneti grounds. In public, Aemiliana occupies a bizarre middle ground, openly in love with Octavia and yet always supportive and respectful of her legal spouse. Augustus's charm and social graces erase most of this awkward bizarrity and both he and Octavia work hard to ensure that Veneti and Benedi are never pitted against one another politically for fear of tearing the loyalties of their shared love. Ironically, such an arrangement has seen the Benedi name flourish all the better in the political sphere, even as Augustus's manhood is occasionally questioned behind whispering hands.";}
#augustus.cpdesc6:before{content:"Now, however, matters are becoming less harmonious. With Aemiliana's advancing age, Augustus fears a great loss. The loss of the family he has always wanted deep in his subconscious. Now, he has begun to pressure Aemiliana - and even Octavia - that he has been patient enough. Now is the time for Aemiliana to do her duty and give him an heir.";}
#ava.cpname:before{content:"Ava of Leventi";}
#ava.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Varóni Ava of Dynasteía Leventi, Birthed Daughter of Lord Pessos of Dynasteía Leventi and Lady Emira of Dynasteía Stravos, Courtier of Taengea, Hellas";}
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#ava.cpdesc1:before,#ava .cpdesc1:before{content:"Technically born a Leventi, Ava was spared a little of the arrogance and superiority inherited by most others to bear the name. Born to a side-branch of the wealthy family, Ava's upbringing was more earthy and less political, centred in the beautiful province of Acharist. However, heralded as a great beauty, with exotic red hair and a haughty grace, it was Ava's destiny to attract the eye of a great man; a man who would take her from the vibrant colours of the countryside to the glamorous texture of the capital. And, initially, this suited Ava just fine.";}
#ava.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a young woman, Ava dreamed of a life away from the banality of rural living. It is true that she adored the world in which she was raised: nature, seasonal rituals, the guileless company... With her family a large fish in a tiny pond, Ava grew up with all the benefits of a countryside life without the turmoil of actual labour –and she was not unaware of her good fortune. Her love for her home aside, however, Ava was a dreamer with a materialistic side. Her favourite times of year were the trips she would take with her mother to Vasiliádon to purchase new silks, see the new season's fashions, and experience the hustle and bustle of the city.";}
#ava.cpdesc3:before{content:"It was during one such trip that Ava stayed with the main branch of the Leventi family and met Konstanos. It was love at first sight: on his side. Refusing to be tied any closer to a family who, in her eyes, saw others as nothing but opportunities or tools, Ava was persistent in her refusal of the Lord Seraphim's youngest son. Only years later, when he revealed a thus far hidden compassion for his fellow man did Ava give in to one of his regular proposals.";}
#ava.cpdesc4:before{content:"Ava always loved a project, and in Konstanos, a project is exactly what she has gained –particularly in his relationships with his brothers. When alone or within their immediate kin, Konstanos is a sweet and generous man; a loving husband and kindly father. When among his brothers (particularly Fotios) and the nobility of the capital, old habits of aspiration and cunning start to bubble to the surface. Ava has done much in the hopes of rehabilitating her husband's more politically ambitious nature, including requesting that he seek the barony of her home province. There, the couple have set up a permanent residence, away from the cruel politics of the capital. But matters continue to draw Konstanos, and by extension the entire family, back to Vasiliádon. Worse still, Ava is the only one of her sisters-in-law to produce a son. And as they all reach an age where more children are unlikely, Ava's little boy is falling under the same eerie spotlight that Konstanos seems addicted to seeking.";}
#ava.cpdesc5:before{content:"To make matters worse, Ava’s mind is no longer wholly her own. Always a strong woman, Ava has long been intune with her own voice. But now one voice has become several and, in times of great stress, Ava can swear she hears other whisperings inside her own head. Whispers that are becoming more frequent and more of an effort to hide. But hide them she must, for Ava has a child to protect and a husband to keep on the straight and narrow…";}
#albazi.cpname:before{content:"Baaziak of Terqa";}
#albazi.cptitle:before{content:"Baaziak of Terqa, Tajmahi'rayiys of the Sariqas, Citizen of Assyria";}
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#albazi.cpdesc1:before,#albazi .cpdesc1:before{content:"Baaz has never known kindness. And he'll insist he has no need for it. Instead, he speaks a language of cold and calculated violence. Those deeply close to him will notice hints of a human heart beating beneath the surface but Baaz speaks even kinship and love through a lexicon of destruction. A leader of the Sariqas faction, Baaziak has every intention of rising still further to become the ultimate kabir'rayiys and, for that, he needs money. The Sariqas talk with golden tongues and Baaziak must do the same, if he is to stage his coup. Whilst several long-standing investments across Hattusa and Assyria pay dividends into his pocket, Baaziak leads his little band of criminals in all things thievery to continue boosting the funds that could see all of their dreams come true…";}
#albazi.cpdesc2:before{content:"Baaziak was actually born Albazi, so his creator will need to make his account with 'albazi' as the username. This name was given as a grim joke and reminder of his origin. When a Hellenic traveller, lost in the Assyrian planes, stopped at Terqa for recuperation, he showed no gratitude to the woman who generously gave him food and shelter. Instead of money, or even charitable thanks, Hector of Argothia repaid the pretty Hedo with rape. The crime broke Hedo's already fragile nature, turning anxiety into a bitter resentment for the entire world. Still worse was the discovery, long after Hector's departure, that she was with child. During her pregnancy, Hedo's depression allowed her homestead to fall into disrepair and, upon the day of Albazi's birth, scavengers were picking at the corpses of her few pieces of livestock. One was a falcon, coming to land upon her bedroom windowsill. Seeing Hector as nothing more than a predatory creature and his child as unwanted carrion, Hedo named the babe Albazi - 'Falcon' - if she called him anything at all.";}
#albazi.cpdesc3:before{content:"Growing up, Baaz was a ghost. His mother barely looked at him and he was often reliant on the kindness of strangers just to survive. He longed for a different life and dreamed of the lands passing travellers had left and sought. But still he stayed with his mother, hoping for an impossible affection the way only neglected children can. By the time Baaz was six, Hedo had sunk into a catatonic state spurred by alcohol; a state she only roused herself from long enough to throw things and scream at him for being the ruin of her entire life. After three years of physical abuse, Hedo eventually sold her son to a craftsman passing through Terqa who had made a passing comment about looking for an apprentice. Baaz did not wish to leave his home, however cruel and cold it was, but he would soon learn that it was the luckiest moment of his life. The craftsman, Narbu of Assur, was the first to call the child 'Baaz' and it quickly stuck. Narbu explained that the falcon was used upon many standards and sigils of power. And Narbu should know. For he was a maker of fine shields: an industry that merged blacksmithing strength with the delicacy of gold and silver scrolling. By the age of fourteen, Baaz had grown strong in shoulder and nimble in fingers. Skills that would serve him well later in life.";}
#albazi.cpdesc4:before{content:"Despite the fair attitude of his mentor, Baaz did not find family with Narbu. Kept at the distance of a servant, his closest relationship over those few years was with the shields he helped to make: with the longing ambition they birthed in him. Knowing he came from nothing - from less than nothing - as a sinful mistake upon the world, Baaz naturally sought a purpose and a place. One of power and stature. As he grew taller and harder, some of this desire was sated by local street kids who turned to Baaz as their leader. The growing darkness and violence in Baaz's nature, grown from repressed childhood fear, imbued him with an intimidating authority. He began to give orders, to run the group of children as a pied piper of crime. He wasn't even sure why. Only that he could. It was this little enterprise, on the streets of Assur, that brought the attention of a Sariqas member. A man who offered Baaz an initiation into his future. Only then, with a climbable ladder suddenly before him, did 'Baaz' become 'Baaziak'. The sixteen year old boy finally accepted the predatory nature of his name and elevated it with a suffix meaning 'king'. From that moment on, Baaziak was to be the Falcon King.";}
#albazi.cpdesc5:before{content:"Upon acceptance into the Sariqas, Baaziak was due to leave the capital, assigned under a tajmahi'rayiys stationed at Carchemish in Hattusa. One of the kids he had been shepherding on the Assur streets knew the Hittite language and so, he took her with him. Despite Fasira's sweet features and loyalty, Baaziak never instigated a sensual relationship with her, treating the girl more like a sister than a potential lover. But that did not stop others from claiming the pretty Assyrian for their own. Baaz only realised later that Fasira was no street urchin, but the daughter of a wealthy and well-educated trader in the capital who was running away because she was pregnant. After Baaz kept her safe at his side, despite their tajmahi'rayiys wanting to cut loose the girl with a burdensome child, Fasira repaid him by working to make herself invaluable. Her privileged upbringing provided many connections in trade that would later be inherited by her daughter Indra and she kept these connections for the sake of Baaz, not their leader.";}
#albazi.cpdesc6:before{content:"Whilst Fasira was more kin than lover to Baaziak, other girls were different and Baaz had been exploring his maturity for well over a year when they moved to Carchemish. Sex was an interesting game for Baaz, in which he could explore the power and dominion that his life had otherwise lacked. And he was quick to learn just how useful a well-executed hour in bed could prove. In Carchemish he would learn further, finding wealthy women highly excited to spend money on a young man of Baaz's exotic colouring and powerful vigour. Whilst selling oneself can, to many, feel like a loss of power, Baaziak took each encounter as a lesson and a business opportunity. By the time he was nineteen, his prowess between the sheets was the gossip of many street folk and he had financial connections all across the city. At twenty-four, Baaz was rich enough to buy his own position as tajmahi'rayiys.";}
#albazi.cpdesc7:before{content:"Now under his own management, Baaz took Fasira and her daughter into his break-away group, along with a masked killer who went only by the name Akhmad. After an event in which Akhmad saved Baaz's life, the bandage-wrapped creature had become something of a protective shadow at Baaziak's back. Despite being mute, Akhmad seemed to have no intention of leaving their little band and Baaz saw no reason to reject him. For years, these four made up the core of Baaz's Sariqas troop, with the additional members coming and going around them. When Indra was fourteen, her mother was killed in a heist and she inherited her mother's connections and trading expertise in weaponry and armour. Farooq, the skilled healer who had - despite his talents - been unable to save Fasira's life, joined their band of travelling thieves.";}
#albazi.cpdesc8:before{content:"In the years since Baaziak became tajmahi'rayiys, he has grown colder and harder. He speaks in violence and he communes in gore. His interests in the bedroom have escalated into wild displays of domination and sadomasochism. His care for those closest to him is shown when he chokeholds one for being foolish and putting their life in danger, or when he rips the arms from those that might see them hurt. Whilst he will never speak a kind word or sentiment to his men, the vehemence with which Baaziak will bring the pain upon those who harm them is a testament to his bonding. Though he will never admit to this. For love is found only in his subconscious. In his conscious mind, romance and kinship belong only to the worthy: the people swimming in gold and silk. Perhaps when he too reaches that pinnacle he will consider the wants of his heart. If he has one. But is there ever such a peak to achieve? Or does the mountain of ambition just keep growing?";}
#babakan.cpname:before{content:"Babakan an'Balthasar";}
#babakan.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Angal Babakan of Balthasar Bêlu, Courtier of Babylonia";}
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#babakan.cpdesc1:before,#babakan .cpdesc1:before{content:"Babakan was born in Babylon, but his family was not. His grandfather originally hailed from Phoenicia where he had made his fortune trading across and around the Dead Sea. Despite his coin being highly welcome on the streets and in the court of Babylon, Babakan's grandfather never felt truly welcome, a Jew in a land of strangers. To his son –Babakan’s father, Sinaahi– he passed this distinct feeling of " otherness ". In Sinaahi it resulted in a competitive edge: to beat the Chaldeans at their own game: to become so powerful in their world that their family name would be known to all.";}
#babakan.cpdesc2:before{content:"Now second generation Babylonian, Babakan does not feel like a foreigner in his homeland. But he does feel distinct. He sees the world as a matter of trade, and politics as a game of power and submission. His family's monopoly on the highly sought fabrics from Phoenicia have made his bloodline rich and his connections widespread; it was no miracle by which he met Roshanak. It was simply good business.";}
#babakan.cpdesc3:before{content:"Born to the royal bloodline, Roshanak was a stunning beauty, held a wealthy dowry and was a sharp and cunning economist herself. She was a perfect fit for Babakan, and agreed to marry despite their difference in class. The line of Balthasar was established with their union. To that end, their wedded lives have been mostly bliss. Blessed with two daughters and a life richer than any other House in Babylonia, Assyria or Phoenicia, it could be argued that Babakan had it all. In his own mind, however, Babakan was missing but one important thing: an heir.";}
#babakan.cpdesc4:before{content:"Babakan had not grown up alone. His brother Hormizd had worked hard in parallel areas, training in the armies of Babylonia before specialising in the importation of military craft. The pair operated their businesses to further the name of Balthasar, all while maintaining loyalty to each other. Importantly, Hormizd had also sired two sons with his late wife. After much discussion, some drinks, and awkward testing of their fraternal bond, it was agreed that if Babakan could not father his own son, perhaps Hormizd could. A single night between Hormizd and Roshanak made way for Babakan's future heir Karnezk. And only the three of them know the truth of the matter.";}
#babis.cpname:before{content:"Babis of Eliades";}
#babis.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Babis of Dynasteía Eliades, Birthed Son of Lord Photis of Dynasteía Eliades and Lady Marisa of Dynasteía Condos, Courtier of Colchis, Hellas";}
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#babis.cpdesc1:before,#babis .cpdesc1:before{content:"Babis does not like change. But as the years go by and he continues to age upwards, Babis is being forced to recognise that the world will turn and time will go by, whether one wishes it or not. For a vibrant, joyful, and adventurous child, this is a hard reality to swallow. For who would ever want to grow up and live life with the dull civility of adulthood? To make matters worse, it seems as if this is exactly the future desired by Babis’s twin brother Aras - to the point where he’s leaving his brother behind!";}
#babis.cpdesc2:before{content:"As children, leaving Babis behind was an impossible task. Partially because he was always the one in the lead. And partially because, on the rare occasions he slipped away to investigate something and found himself behind, he was loud enough to regain attention and his place in the spotlight. In this way, Babis was, and continues to be, a natural leader. Other children swarm to him wanting to know the next game or the next mission. They ask what monster he will be today, what stories he will tell. A lover of the outdoors and all things that can make a young boy's heart pound, Babis was the hero of a lot of neighbouring kids. He was also once a hero to Aras…";}
#babis.cpdesc3:before{content:"…but not anymore. From an outside perspective, Aras is merely growing up and maturing at a slightly faster rate than his younger brother. Babis, however, does not see growing up as an achievement, but as a surrender. He knows one day everyone must put away their sense of adventure. One day, all little boys and girls must give in to the monolith that is adult society. It’s too big a monster, it’s too great a fight. There is no winning for the youthful. In his eyes this makes fighting all the more important. If he must lose eventually, why go easy? Why not cling to every joyful moment of young vitality? Why surrender early? In this sense, Aras is a traitor. And while the twin-bond they share could never allow Babis to hate his brother, the tension between them is growing.";}
#babis.cpdesc4:before{content:"To make matters worse, the likelihood of separation looms over them. As Aras becomes more involved in the scholastic and political ambitions of the family, Babis has been considering the only true adventure one can undertake as an adult: the military. Excited by the idea that he will soon be old enough to enlist as a young hand with the Illytia militia, the only fly in the ointment is to be so far from Aras for the first time. That is, of course, unless Babis can convince his brother to enlist with him… And, after all, Babis can be very persuasive!";}
#bagiyrah.cpname:before{content:"Bagiyrah al'Yal'ira";}
#bagiyrah.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Angal Bagiyrah of Bêl' Ya’lira, Birthed Heir of Lord Morath of Bêl' Ya’lira and Yivanna of Rezeph, Councilman of Assyria";}
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#bagiyrah.cpdesc1:before,#bagiyrah .cpdesc1:before{content:"Bagiyrah was born to a strict upbringing and inherited a traditional perspective on the world. Be it in the ways of character and morality, what it means to be a man, or in the norms of society around him, his boyhood lessons were inflexible and clear. With both parents now passed, Bagiyrah is not only the leader of his House but the guardian of his three siblings and he takes those responsibilities incredibly seriously.";}
#bagiyrah.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a boy, Bagiyrah’s male role model was quintessentially Syrian. He possessed several wives and birthed children by two of them. His youngest son, Bagiyrah’s little brother, was born to a concubine –a woman who later left the family unit to pursue her own ambitions without a backward glance. Whilst Morath was not cruel to women, nor actively degrading towards them, his behaviour around the fairer sex and the expectations he placed upon his daughters were open lessons that Bagiyrah learned at his knee. Women are inferior to men. They are physically weaker, do not comprehend complex issues as a man can and they are generally more emotional, more irrational than their male equivalents. Yet, for all their delicacy, women have the divine ability to give life. And, through the chastity of their minds and bodies, can reach a sphere of divinity untouchable by men. If nurtured properly, there is a spiritual power in women that must be harboured and protected by their fathers, brothers and husbands.";}
#bagiyrah.cpdesc3:before{content:"Such beliefs have seen Bagiyrah grow into a devoted, chivalrous brother. He loves and protects his sisters with the same passion with which he dictates what is and is not acceptable in their behaviour. His brother Mossanu is given the same treatment, for men have duties to perform too. Originally trained for the military, Bagiyrah never had the opportunity to fight before the death of his father promoted him to the head of the household. Unwilling to leave his siblings without a guardian, he retired from his militia training and turned to lessons in politics and economics instead. This was a frustrating but not unexpected redirection. As the first-born son, Bagiyrah had always anticipated this to one day be his path. It just occurred far sooner than he had originally planned.";}
#bagiyrah.cpdesc4:before{content:"Now, Bagiyrah leads a stable, wealthy and highly respected family unit. His sisters are known to be the purest of all women, their insights divine and their prayers full of grace. Mossanu has taken Bagiyrah’s place in the military and is working hard to build a reputation for both himself and his House. All that remains, to complete Bagiyrah’s achievements as Head of his House, is to wed and provide a new generation of heirs. Only, this is where Bagiyrah’s solid grasp on the world and the way in which it turns, hits a wall of confusion head on.";}
#bagiyrah.cpdesc5:before{content:"Caifa. Daughter of the king. Not only is the princess’s face a thing of beauty in Bagiyrah’s eyes, but her character is equally alluring. A strong, dominant, opinionated character that Bagiyrah struggles to find a place for in the building blocks of reality he was taught. Women are demure, not bold. Women should be kind, not outspoken. Women should genuflect to their male superiors, not challenge them head on. By all rights, Caifa should be abhorrent to Bagiyrah and, in many instances, she is. Her behaviour turns him off, infuriates him and then lingers in the mind, haunting his dreams. She attacks the fortress of tradition that Bagiyrah has built in his mind without mercy or compromise, all while showing open detestation for him as a person.";}
#bagiyrah.cpdesc6:before{content:"Another woman brings further conflict to the situation. Because, despite all reasons to the contrary, Bagiyrah is drawn to Princess Caifa. He yearns for her. And yet would never disgrace her, nor himself, by truly courting a female so unorthodox, so wild. Rohdita al’Ramebu on the other hand… Rohdita has every public demurity that Bagiyrah has been taught to appreciate but is also already known for giving herself to men before marriage. Beautiful and seductive, with no reputation left to disgrace, Bagiyrah is starting to yield to Rohdita’s lustful suggestion… ‘Bed me, with your eyes bound,’ Rohdita has been offering, ‘and you can pretend I am the woman you truly desire. Just as I shall pretend you are the one that I love…’ As Bagiyrah’s desire for the princess escalates, Rohdita’s offer is becoming more tempting… Taking up with a woman of noble status is at least less vulgar than the visits he has been making to brothels, in order to quench his hunger. How long he continues to resist the temptations around him remains to be seen.";}
#bahsawl.cpname:before{content:"Bahsawl al'Asmar";}
#bahsawl.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Bahsawl of Bêl' Asmar, Claimed Son of Herebahn of Bêl' Asmar and Gheza of Tushpa, Courtier of Assyria";}
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#bahsawl.cpdesc1:before,#bahsawl .cpdesc1:before{content:"An elegant and slippery character, Bahsawl is able to avoid arrest with the same ease that he dodges his lovers' husbands. A charismatic man of clever diplomacy and negotiation, well-connected and highly intelligent, Bahsawl's one failing is an obsessive personality that borders on the manic. His mother's history forces him to quash any instinct that might seem irrational or hysterical but, as time goes by, this practice may be tested when his jealous possessiveness and compulsions eventually become too powerful to contain.";}
#bahsawl.cpdesc2:before{content:"Bahsawl was born as the illegitimate bastard of an Assyrian Angal. As keeping concubines is a common arrangement within the noble Houses, this was not uncommon. Less common is the concubine in question attempting to kill the legal spouse of her lover and take her place as matriarch of the household. After providing Herebahn al'Asmar with a son, Bahsawl's mother became depressed and manic. Always an emotional woman, but never dangerous, the trauma of birth pushed her over the edge and into the realms of insanity. Or so the authorities eventually determined. For the first few years of Bahsawl's life, he was kept away from his father, jealously coveted by his mother, and used as a pawn to attract Herebahn's waning attention. By the time Bahsawl was five years old, Gheza would take no more scraps of affection: she wanted it all. And to do that, she would have to remove Herebahn's legal wife. The attempt at poisoning Dwurah al'Asmar was a failure. Gheza was caught, arrested and eventually sentenced to die. By the time Bahsawl was six years old, he had no mother and no father willing to claim the child of a lunatic. He would have to fend for himself on the streets of Tushpa.";}
#bahsawl.cpdesc3:before{content:"Eventually Bahsawl was able to get by. Taken in by a series of lonely widows or maternal figures, he found enough food to survive and enough shelter to see him keep all of his fingers. A few of his toes, however, were lost to a particularly bitter winter. By the time he was a teenager, Bahsawl was a skilled schmoozer of the streets. He had connections, alliances, bargains and deals in every corner of the city. His natural way with people and enigmatic charisma made him a dodger of the law and a philanderer of women. Three years ago, these talents brought him back into the world from which he was rejected...";}
#bahsawl.cpdesc4:before{content:"Found by a personal soldier of Issavi al'Asmar, Bahsawl was eventually brought before his half-sister with the intention of a deal. Issavi wanted to discover the arsonist responsible for the death of the father they shared. At first, Issavi's naivete had her theorising that Bahsawl would be equally interested in revenge. As a boy rejected by his sire and left to the cold and barren streets, this was not the case. Bahsawl had never considered himself a member of the Asmar family. Issavi would have to provide something more... Eventually a deal was struck: if Issavi could convince her brother to claim Bahsawl as a legal member of the House, Bahsawl would use his connections in the area to find the guilty party.";}
#bahsawl.cpdesc5:before{content:"Though he possesses absolutely zero interest in becoming a part of the Asmar kinship, Bahsawl is no fool to the money and power that comes with a noble House. This gladly accepted chalice, however, has proven somewhat poisonous. Only after being officially acknowledged as Herebahn's son, has Bahsawl been shown the economic deficiencies of the household; not to mention the dangerous liaisons being struck with the Sariqas faction. The only boon to this arrangement now is a newfound access to the Courts and Council... not to mention Issavi herself. Despite the taboos of their land, Bahsawl has found no moral obstacle in taking his half-sister to bed. In fact, despite his regular affairs elsewhere, his obsession over the lovely Issavi has become so strong, that he sees red with every visit from the Sariqas leader Baaz and the flirtatious temptations that Issavi throws in his direction. Until now, only money has inspired such covetous jealousy in Bahsawl, and he is ill-prepared for this intensity over another person. The only thing holding his hand is the memory of his mother: a jealous outsider attempting to force her way into a noble household for the sake of another's attention. Even as riotous emotion rocks Bahsawl to his core, he refuses to follow in the footsteps of a disgraced lunatic.";}
#bailee.cpname:before{content:"Bailee an'Ashina";}
#bailee.cptitle:before{content:"Her Royal Highness, Amiira Bailee of Ashina Bêlu, Royal of Babylonia";}
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#bailee.cpdesc1:before,#bailee .cpdesc1:before{content:"Born to one of the wealthiest families in Babylon, Bailee’s future was set to be equally prosperous in connections when her aunt became wife to the crown prince. With an ambitious grandfather pulling the strings of Bailee’s matrimonial ties, she was quickly engaged to Shammuramat’s son: her maternal cousin. Vows were made, the marriage filed and, at the age of four, Bailee was on course to be a Queen.";}
#bailee.cpdesc2:before{content:"Only, the murderous schemes of the Babylonian court had other plans. In the space of just a few years, Bailee’s father-in-law and husband were both dead –supposedly at the hands of the man who now stood to inherit their regal birthright. With their side of the family wiped clean of males, the crown indeed eventually went to Shammuramat’s brother-in-law. But years later, four months ago to be precise, the usurper king faced a terminal karmic justice and now the throne lies with a bastard, female heir. A new Queen of Babylonia, set to wear the crown that would have been Bailee’s.";}
#bailee.cpdesc3:before{content:"But it is not truly the crown that Bailee wants. Growing up, Bailee was not a shallow child. When given the finest of everything, it is hard to notice quality unless confronted with its absence. And Bailee’s world has never been anything but luxurious. So, to her, things were just things. A crown was but another tiara. Until it became the reason for her life. Until it became the gravitational core around which her world revolved. At just four years old, Bailee was taken from her family –for the sake of a crown. She was wed to a boy she barely knew –for the sake of a crown. Her kin was reduced to only an aunt she disliked –for the sake of a crown. Training began, lessons were enforced, dresses were cinched and jewellery weighed. She was measured, fastened, tweaked, instructed, punished and primped. All for the sake of that one glorious trinket… that now belongs to someone else. It’s enough to make anyone see red.";}
#bailee.cpdesc4:before{content:"Whilst Bailee might not care for the role of Queen or the reality of being a monarch, she supremely resents Zarathusa’s theft of it. In this matter, she and her aunt, Shammuramat, are agreed, yet in all other ways they butt heads. Whilst they were both arranged to be wed at young ages and thrown into the regal limelight to satisfy the covetous ambitions of others, Shammuramat has found her place in the upper class world. She has a natural grace and poise, a calculating mind and a charismatic sweetness that would have served her well as Queen. Bailee, on the other hand, has a naturally coarse personality. She speaks too boldly, tackling conversations like she might a wrestling match, and she often wears thin on tact. Despite all her tutorship on the theories of feminine delicacies, in practice Bailee remains the sort of woman who would have done well if born a man. Instead, the combination of her sex and her character causes awkward friction wherever she goes. To add to the problem, she stubbornly refuses to change. As far as Bailee is concerned, if the Gods saw fit to craft her as blunt and without suffrage for flimsy etiquette then who is she to deny them?";}
#bailee.cpdesc5:before{content:"Ironically, a similar obstinance in Zarathusa might, under other circumstances, have fuelled a bond of friendship between Bailee and the new Queen. But when combined with resentment and bitterness, stubbornness is far more effective at keeping people apart than helping them to communicate: a skill that was never Bailee’s forte to begin with.";}
#bairn.cpname:before{content:"Bairn Arneson";}
#bairn.cptitle:before{content:"His Einvalds, Jarl Bairn Arneson of the Bonemakers Ostmaðr, Birthed Son of Arne Ragnarson of the Northriver Ostmaðr and Kónungrdottir Agnes, Royal of Ostjorð";}
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#bairn.cpdesc1:before,#bairn .cpdesc1:before{content:"Bairn Arneson would hate his brother if he didn’t hold such love and respect for the man. Where Bairn is a fierce and loyal warrior, Arne is more powerful, more cutthroat -and therefore more victorious. Where Bairn has only ever had short flings with women, Arne has laid claim to the finest female Bairn knows. Where Arne now has a daughter to love and cherish, Bairn has yet to have offspring. In some ways, Bairn and his brother were lucky to lose their father whilst they were so young. Necessity bound them together with a love stronger than any jealousy.";}
#bairn.cpdesc2:before{content:"That’s not to say it isn’t hard at times.";}
#bairn.cpdesc3:before{content:"Bairn struggles most particularly in his relationship with his sister-in-law. Whilst she was a teenager, luck had Bairn crossing paths with the beautiful Bridgeth and he was instantly smitten. Her bold and unrepentant courage impressed Bairn’s quieter nature. She burned with glorious energy. Too nervous to approach such a vibrant shieldmaiden, Bairn looked to improve himself before he might venture into a courtship. In the meantime, he tried to keep an eye on the beautiful sister of Warsong’s queen. His scrutiny was distant but so specific that, to this day, Bairn suspects Brigeth’s greatest secret: that she bore a child before her marriage. With no proof and no desire to upset Brigeth’s life, Bairn has said nothing on the subject thus far –not even when his brother sought and gained Brigeth’s hand.";}
#bairn.cpdesc4:before{content:"To say it was not a blow to witness his beloved brother marry the woman of his dreams would be a lie, but Bairn has since soldiered onwards, trying to force the truest of loves into something platonic and kin-like. When Arne’s responsibilities to the sippe take him away from his homestead, Bairn plays protector to his sister-in-law and niece. He would not charge anyone else with such a duty, and takes comfort that he can at least do this one thing for the woman he loves.";}
#bairn.cpdesc5:before{content:"In other matters, Bairn is a highly respected Jarl in the Bonemakers Sippe. As Jarl of Ships, he is a keen and avid sailor and tends to fight with a large axe over other weaponry. He detests riding and would prefer to take his own feet on any journey. With his heart tethered firmly at home however, it remains to be seen how far he’ll wander.";}
#balbina.cpname:before{content:"Balbina of Eturia";}
#balbina.cptitle:before{content:"Balbina of Eturia, Citizen of Roma";}
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#balbina.cpdesc1:before,#balbina .cpdesc1:before{content:"Balbina has little knowledge of her history and even less of her future. Her earliest memories are of a woman. She was pretty, but sad. She hardly spoke and, when she did, it was only to scream. Balbina was her target of choice. It was Balbina's fault, the woman said. It was her fault that everything had fallen apart. If she had never been born then everything would be perfect and 'he' would have loved her. In between her screeches, the woman would lay in bed for weeks at a time, barely moving. Neighbours would bring food to the door sometimes but, more often than not, Balbina remained hungry, her belly roaring like a monster.";}
#balbina.cpdesc2:before{content:"Then, six months ago, the woman got up. After so long being still, this sudden change frightened Balbina. She watched with a fearful gaze as the woman pulled the threadbare blanket from her bed and wrapped it around Balbina's shoulder, barking at her to clean her face. She then picked Balbina up and walked for what felt like half a day. She was eventually set back on her feet at the gates of an impressive estate. The air here was cleaner and sweeter and Balbina could see the ocean. She had never seen such a pretty colour and the roaring tides were like the feeling in her belly. A small piece of paper was pressed into Balbina's hand and she was told to stay. That she must not move. If she moved from that gate, the woman warned, then she would not return for Balbina. Terrified to be alone, Balbina obeyed.";}
#balbina.cpdesc3:before{content:"Coincidence had the family beyond the gate busy inside for the rest of the day. No-one left and no-one arrived. It wasn't until the following morning that Balbina was discovered, cold and shivering, clutching a note she could not read to her chest. Instantly, she was brought inside by the most beautiful lady she had ever seen. Gloriana Nobilis Evander saw Balbina washed, dressed and warmed by a fire. Upon the arrival of a large and intimidating man, Balbina grew fearful again but she soon realised that the man had a kindly smile. He introduced himself as Domicus... Balbina's grandfather.";}
#balbina.cpdesc4:before{content:"In the last six months, Balbina has begun to learn the truth. The large man is her grandfather, the motherly Gloriana and funny Luciliana are her aunts and her father... The man known as Erotus is a stranger to Balbina. Often away from the estate, his rare visits include awkward silences and a complete refusal to acknowledge he even has a child. That she is sitting across the table from him. This makes Balbina nervous in Erotus's presence but not particularly sad. After all, if the woman who screamed at her was never really her mother, then it doesn’t really sting that her father is not truly her father. Instead, Balbina has a warm bed and beautiful aunties to play with. Not to mention kindly grandparents and faithful caring servants tending to her needs.";}
#balbina.cpdesc5:before{content:"Occasionally, Balbina's past interrupts her joyous present. When voices are raised, she cowers. Certain smells trigger fearful shrieks. And she still bears several scars in the crescent shape of nails around her wrists and arms. But, for the most part, her life is happy and, along with her lessons in reading and numbers, Balbina is quick to thank the Gods she is learning to praise for her good fortune in being born to the Evanders.";}
#barahir.cpname:before{content:"Barahir of the Rwandi";}
#barahir.cptitle:before{content:"Barahir of the Rwandi, Militant of Bedoa’mt";}
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#barahir.cpdesc1:before,#barahir .cpdesc1:before{content:"With the woman who gave him life losing her own in the process, Barahir has only ever known one mother: his eldest sister Durah. Only a year old when she was married to the leader of their gesin, Barahir was taken into her care and raised as part of her family but aside from her own children; he and his sisters Hekti and Baltheera were kept as a unit under their father's guardianship but under Durah's care. It was she who ensured they were given food, lessons and love. Barahir has always been acutely aware of the effort and mental stamina it took his sister to raise them from a distance, as she simultaneously managed her own children and the duties of a queen. He now considers his life hers to do with what she wills. His loyalty to Durah, and by extension her husband, is absolute. The idea that the crown of the Rwandi might one day fall to him is absurd and Barahir shies away from this level of responsibility.";}
#barahir.cpdesc2:before{content:"Instead, to honour his devotion to the current leier and his wife, Barahir has grown up to learn the ways of the military. Whilst the Rwandi are known for the skills in diplomacy and negotiation, warriors are always needed for hunting and the occasions where conflict is unavoidable. As such, Barahir trains hard, ensuring that he will always be the blade or arrow that his kin might need. He is also a diligent uncle to his nieces and has a strong friendship with Bashira from when she comes to learn archery with his men.";}
#barahir.cpdesc3:before{content:"Barahir's personal ambition lies in the role of shujaa. Only experience, not examination, can grant him such a title. And Barahir is caught in the frustration of wishing for battles in which he can prove himself but never wanting to see war come to his sister's doorstep. Such annoyances are quenched with Barahir's other passions: that of women.";}
#barahir.cpdesc4:before{content:"Whilst Barahir has never lied to the women he beds, never making promises he cannot fulfil, it is equally true that he is a womaniser and debauchery of all things female. He particularly enjoys when the Rwandi liaise with the peoples of new nations or other gesins for beautiful and exotic women are often found in brothels or pleasure tents. Barahir's two greatest fears are being forced to commit to a single bed partner. And that someone will discover the strange tremor he sometimes suffers in his dominant hand: an incapacity that could end his dreams of becoming a warrior lord to his people and kin.";}
#baruch.cpname:before{content:"Baruch of Moshehh";}
#baruch.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Baruch of Moshehh, Birthed Son of Moshehh of Seth and Eleora of Reeva, Courtier of Phoenicia";}
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#baruch.cpdesc1:before,#baruch .cpdesc1:before{content:"Baruch is a man who holds a great love for his home but a heart that is pledged to the sea. A sailor to the depths of his soul, Baruch spent all of his childhood by the Moab ports and loves the open water. He is determined to see everything the world has to offer and is frustrated that his father wishes him to stay in Moab. On several occasions, Baruch has managed to escape to ride the waves but these have been short excursions of a week at most. What he truly wishes is to escape the confines of Phoenicia and sail across the Mediterranean or the Black Sea; to explore what the world has to offer. To add to the allure is the image of a face. A woman who once saved Baruch's life and who left behind only a necklace as a clue to her identity... A woman Baruch must find, for he has fallen in love with the fantasy of his siren rescuer.";}
#baruch.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a child, Baruch loathed being indoors. He could not stand his lessons nor the teachings of the church. Whilst he believes in Yahweh and accepts the significance of religion he does not personally follow the traditions and rites of his people. Not because he does not believe in them, but because he finds them dull. Instead, Baruch enjoyed going to the docks, where he would listen to the tales of sailors from the other provinces of Phoenicia. Knowing that Moab's waters are landlocked and surrounded by only more of Phoenicia, Baruch has always dreamed of journeying further west where he can experience the real sea and true adventure.";}
#baruch.cpdesc3:before{content:"As a teenager, Baruch snuck away on several occasions to sail with traders who assumed him a runaway or willing deckhand. They had no idea they were taking the son of the Mahnheeg away from his home and sending the boy's father into hysterical panic. On just one such trip, when he was away from home for nearly nine days, Baruch fell overboard and hit his head on a rudder. Knocked out and washed up on the shore, he was almost killed if not for the life saving actions of a beautiful young woman. Now, Baruch can barely remember her face, swimming in his memory like a hazy blur. But when the girl had gotten up and tried to run, he had reached out, catching a length of beads. The length broke, sending the silver pieces across the sands. Since then, Baruch has restrung the necklace and wears it in loops around his wrist in memory of the girl he hopes to one day find and make his wife.";}
#baruch.cpdesc4:before{content:"Of course, this would mean travelling further afield than the waters of Moab; an adventure that his father will not permit. Not only has his brother Palti failed to marry and produce male children, leaving Baruch a necessary second for heirdom, but Moshehh fears for his children as any father would and his power as Mahnheeg allows his overprotective nature to become legal restriction. Baruch has been banned from boarding ships leaving the city. Whilst Baruch can understand and appreciate his father's love, and desperately wants to support his brothers in any way that he can, his wayward heart cannot be tempered and he must find a way to escape his home...";}
#bashira.cpname:before{content:"Bashira of the Rwandi";}
#bashira.cptitle:before{content:"Her Blessedness, Leierseunin Bashira of the Rwandi Gesin, Birthed Daughter of Leierseun Morathi of the Rwandi Gesin and Durah of the Rwandi Gesin, Royal of Bedoa’mt";}
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#bashira.cpdesc1:before,#bashira .cpdesc1:before{content:"The daughter of Morathi and Durah, Bashira is a confident and level-headed woman with an innate sense of self that grants her peace and self-assurance, emanating from her in waves of beauty. Very much like her mother and probably the child with the closest and warmest connection to her father, Bashira is a woman determined to be everything she can be within the appropriate confines of gender expectation. She focuses on her strengths regarding intelligence, diplomacy and keeping a cool demeanour in the face of trying situations. She works hard to flourish within her role as a woman, rather than bemoaning or bucking social norms. She enjoys aiding others and the occasional archery lesson with her father’s finest shujaa. The only wrinkle in her world is the idea that her father would leave his crown to another bloodline after building it to such greatness.";}
#bashira.cpdesc2:before{content:"Bashira was always a courageous soul. Fearless in the face of danger, her father is fond of a story in which Bashira had brought home a still-living and very venomous snake for appraisal with only curious joy in her face. Bashira has this same positive bravery today. She is, perhaps, a little naive; accepting the world as she sees it without suspecting malice. But she is also quick to adjust if deceits are discovered, never floundering in the unexpected. Bashira is not the chattiest of people but she is an eager socialiser and likes to connect and to help. Most of her later childhood and teen years were spent making friends of all kinds within the tribe and now she seems to know everyone by name. She works hard to support and aid, generously giving time, resources or even little gifts to the sick or needy. As a leierseunin of the Rwandi, Bashira takes her responsibilities very seriously: she is the face of her parents amongst the people and everything she does and says reflects upon them.";}
#bashira.cpdesc3:before{content:"Bashira is never one to stay idle. Either she has a piece of linen in her hands or is doing her lessons in the sand, or she’s running around in pursuit of some solution or learning the ways of the bow and dagger with her father’s loyal shujaa. She is never without purpose. To that end, Bashira now seeks a true purpose in her future: one that will hopefully see her father’s crown remain in his lineage. Bashira knows that the logical way to do this is to see one of his daughters marry the future leier but the very idea of lying with a man as his wife leaves Bashira cold and nauseous. Hanuni is too innocent and young for such a burden and ancestors forbid the frivolous Jawahir should be her father’s legacy. Bashira has but two options: allow her maternal uncle to rule or find herself a docile husband who will allow her the chance to lead the Rwandi, as he serves only himself in their marriage bed.";}
#bathsheba.cpname:before{content:"Bathsheba of Dinorah";}
#bathsheba.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Bathsheba of Dinorah, Birthed Daughter of Rechavia of Ezra and Dinorah of Washti, Courtier of Phoenicia";}
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#bathsheba.cpdesc1:before,#bathsheba .cpdesc1:before{content:"Blessed with a doting father and a mother who was not yet concerned for her lack of male children, Bathsheba grew up in an environment of love and selfish doting. In the eyes of her parents, she could do no wrong. Now a beautiful woman filled with arrogance and self-centred intention, Bathsheba has little concern for the feelings of others and thinks only inward. An intelligent woman, she is a forceful control freak and likes her world exactly 'so' -specifically, with herself at its centre. Any attempts by others to open her eyes to the plights of the needy or the importance of the words of the good book fall on deaf ears or are met with a wrinkled nose and frustration that her day has been interrupted for such nonsense. Bathsheba likes her little sisters as the dolls and servants whom she dresses up and parades about. And she luxuriates in the way her beauty and confidence have Ahuvah and Rivka hanging on her every word, as only little sisters can.";}
#bathsheba.cpdesc2:before,#bathsheba .cpdesc2:before{content:"Bathsheba was noticeably beautiful from a young age. The older generations would speak of her as they would an angel, miraculous and shining. This naturally inflated Bathsheba's ego and sense of self. She has grown up demanding and uncompromising. She will literally throw a hysterical screaming fit if her scarves are not laid just so or her breakfast is not served correctly. Whilst her sisters and parents get tight-lipped around such outbursts Bathsheba sees nothing the matter with them. If others were not so incompetent she would not be so enraged. There is nothing wrong, after all, with having high standards.";}
#bathsheba.cpdesc3:before,#bathsheba .cpdesc3:before{content:"These high standards extend to Bathsheba's future spouse. Since she was of age, talk of marriage has never been far from her name but, as yet, Bathsheba has refused every match. As her father seeks to keep his cherubic daughters in his household for as long as possible and her mother has no great desire to see Bathsheba grow greater than herself, no one has criticised Bathsheba's pickiness. However, as she is now in her late twenties, Bathsheba has encountered a problem. Instead of merely marvelling over her beauty, social circles are now starting to glance at her from the corner of their eye. What might have caused Bathsheba's lack of marriage? Was there something wrong? Did she hide some secret that men instinctively avoided? Bathsheba is enraged every time she hears such remarks. For it is not her who has been rejected but they! Never has she met a man capable of meeting her standards of beauty and authority. Never has she known a man worthy of her. How dare anyone suggest otherwise!";}
#beratpiluwanda.cpname:before{content:"Berat Piluwanda Haiwattama";}
#beratpiluwanda.cptitle:before{content:"His Highness, Tuhkanti Piluwanda Haiwattama of the Antu' Tahurna, Birthed Son of Tuhkanti Haiwattama Mursiliwadna of the Antu’ Tahurna and Lady Akahepa of Hei Naddar, Royal of Hattusa";}
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#beratpiluwanda.cpdesc1:before,#beratpiluwanda .cpdesc1:before{content:"Born behind two virile and dominant alpha males, Berat Piluwanda had large shoes to fill if he was to make a name for himself as a prince of the Hattusa empire. As a child, he fought to be as strong, courageous and vibrant as his older siblings. He trained in the military, he took extensive lessons in politics. Always did he achieve. Rarely did he achieve as well as his kin. By the time he was of age, Berat Piluwanda had matured to see the futility in his ambitions. Instead of seeking the same power his brothers wielded so well, he would find his own place in life.";}
#beratpiluwanda.cpdesc2:before{content:"Having always had a head for numbers, Berat Piluwanda turned to economics and physics. His interest in weaponry and smithing grew to a passion and his skills with an abacus began to prove invaluable to the royal treasury. He was finding his place. Only other, more personal, concerns were now raising their head. Having only recently adopted the idea of his own identity within the royal family and finding his place amidst their glistening legacy, Berat Piluwanda was dismayed to discover his lack of attraction towards women. More troubled still by the captivation he found in the male sex.";}
#beratpiluwanda.cpdesc3:before{content:"Whilst homosexuality is treated as neither a disease nor abomination in Hattusa, it is a subject of speculation and leering eyes. A prince unable to bed concubines and produce heirs is an even greater social faux pas. Refusing to be relegated once more to a position of inferiority amongst his brothers, Berat Piluwanda tried to condition himself away from his natural urges. A close female friend, whose identity the third prince still keeps a tight secret, was the answer. At his request, she allowed Berat Piluwanda into her bed and coaxed him through a night of awkward experimentation. Whilst the sex was technically carried out, the following morning brought no comfort to Berat Piluwanda. He knew he would not repeat the experience.";}
#beratpiluwanda.cpdesc4:before{content:"Repeating it, however, proved unnecessary. One night of trial had produced a child. Keeping his friend's pregnancy a secret and caring for her far away from the capital, Berat Piluwanda only announced his newfound paternity when his daughter, Liliya, was born safely. Liliya's advent was a subject of a large but fleeting scandal. Berat Piluwanda's same-sex proclivities might not have been spoken of in public but they were well-known by the community at large. And yet, one winter, he announced the arrival of his baby girl; an illegitimate daughter whom he immediately claimed into his House. Initially, disbelief over the baby's paternity was rife but a particular speckle in Liliya's iris (identical to the one in Berat Piluwanda's eye) secured the acceptance of her royal lineage. As soon as she was born, Berat Piluwanda petitioned his father to register Liliya's birth as via a concubine (one who had now left his seraglio), not an unknown stranger. This made her eligible to be claimed as his legal daughter, securing her future as a princess of the realm. The fudging of birth records might have been frowned upon but the king was quick to accept Berat Piluwanda's request. Aware of his son's sexual nature, Sunti Haiwattama knew that young Liliya was likely to be Berat Piluwanda's only chance at being a father: an occupation he personally takes great pride in. Liliya was accepted almost immediately into the Tahurna House and Berat was officially a father.";}
#beratpiluwanda.cpdesc5:before{content:"And a single father, at that. Liliya's mother, though loving of her child and dearest friend the prince, had no desire to be dragged into regal politics. She had dreams of venturing beyond the boundaries of the Empire and seeing lands as far as the eye could witness. In thanks for all she had done for him Berat Piluwanda funded these ventures, allowing the unknown woman who had given him a child to journey to lands far away, with the promise that Liliya would want for nothing.";}
#beratpiluwanda.cpdesc6:before{content:"It is a promise that Berat Piluwanda has kept. His daughter, now two years old, is the centre of his world. As a royal, Liliya has nursemaids, retainers, servants and slaves of her own. But it is always her father who cares for her the most and to him that she will run. In between raising his daughter, Berat Piluwanda completes his duties as prince to the best of his ability. This includes a recent deployment to the city of Alinna. With the Ammuna family ousted from their position over the iron mines, Berat Piluwanda has been tasked with taking charge and turning the poorly managed province around. Such a high work toll is welcome, because it provides distraction, allowing Berat Piluwanda to continue to ignore the temptations presented by handsome men. After all, with the satisfaction of a job well-done and a smiling baby face to greet him when he arrives home... what more could a man desire?";}
#berenike.cpname:before{content:"Berenike H'Isazari";}
#berenike.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Berenike of Hei Isazari, Birthed Daughter of Lord Amon’ra of Hei Isazari and Lady Nubkhaes of Hei Sheifa, Courtier of K’m’t";}
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#berenike.cpdesc1:before,#berenike .cpdesc1:before{content:"After the death of her mother, someone was required to take on the role of household matriarch in the Isazari Hei. With her father focused on political pursuits and the trade that sees their personal treasury flowing, and her uncle away with the militia, Berenike was the natural choice. In fact, there was no choice. Her intelligence, natural leadership, and forceful personality had Berenike stepping into the role of estate manager before anyone knew the position was vacant. She now runs her father's home with a will of iron and an almost scary adherence to high standards. Her servants fear and respect her in equal measure and the Isazari household is one of the finest in all of K'm't. Many ladies of the Court seek Berenike's counsel and advice when it comes to the duties of women, the running of servants and the management of a fine estate.";}
#berenike.cpdesc2:before{content:"Whilst Amon'ra is a product of his lands and sees women as secondary to men, he has great respect for Berenike's skills around his home. It is this favour and affection that Berenike seeks more than any other, for her father's love is the only parental connection she still has to a mother she adored. His smile holds memories of when he would look upon his wife with a similar expression. His compliments of how Berenike takes after her mother brings the woman to life again...";}
#berenike.cpdesc3:before{content:"In her sisters, Berenike sees other elements of her late mother. Chione has her beauty. Mandisa has her softness. Berenike is protective over both of them, but she is also hard on them when it comes to public image. Not a day goes by when Berenike is not forced to chastise Chione for her overly flirtatious behaviour. Nearly every week she must sit Mandisa down and try to encourage more boldness from behind her sister's meek mask. Berenike yearns to teach them as she once learned from her mother but being their sister, the lessons do not always land with the affectionate support they were intended. Instead, she is often criticised for being bossy and overbearing, leading to feminine shrieks and skirmishes down the halls of the Isazari estate.";}
#berenike.cpdesc4:before{content:"Within herself, Berenike is a cool contradiction. On the surface she is bold and authoritative, and she does not put on a front in how she manages her father's lands. And yet, she also has a softer side. A private one. One that fears her growing years and wonders if she will ever find a man who might one day look after her, instead of expecting her charisma and confidence to caretake for them both.";}
#bergir.cpname:before{content:"Bergir Oldottir";}
#bergir.cptitle:before{content:"Her Einvalds, Kónungrdottir Bergir Oldottir of the Northriver Ostmaðr, Illegitimate Daughter of Kónungrson Oldin Ragnarson of the Northriver Ostmaðr and Metheya Fugara, Citizen of Ostjorð";}
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#bergir.cpdesc1:before,#bergir .cpdesc1:before{content:"The legacy to which Bergir was born is one of magic. Beginning with a grandmother who journeyed from the southern continent and birthed a child of dark skin, Bergir’s maternal line have served as powerful fugara to the Northriver Sippe. Whilst Bergir’s mother is not the only spiritualist and oracle in the clan, she is the most respected. She is often consulted personally by the kónungr and his family, and her word, the translation of the Gods, is considered law.";}
#bergir.cpdesc2:before{content:"It is to this level of power that Bergir aspires.";}
#bergir.cpdesc3:before{content:"But she shall do so from her own efforts. As the illegitimate daughter of the Northriver kónungr, Bergir has a built in opportunity for authority. If her mother, Metheya, succeeds in her (almost daily) efforts to make Oldin acknowledge his third child, Bergir would become kónungrdottir, princess of the entire tribe. Bergir, however, is being decidedly unhelpful in her mother’s efforts and has instead, for many years, learned her mother’s trade. To Bergir, the real victory in life would be to claim a status of power through her own means and talents; not through her bloodline. Ironically, despite Metheya’s focus on Bergir’s father, Bergir has been recently developing a relationship with her half-brother Reidar. In this connection, Bergir takes great comfort and great pride because it was borne from Reidar consulting with her as a trainee Fugara, not his unclaimed sister.";}
#bergir.cpdesc4:before{content:"When it comes to her craft, Bergir is a studious and dedicated apprentice of her mother. She is adept at potions and poultices, as well as remedies and tonics to send the drinker into dream states. She has used every opiate known to her people, recording their effects and how they can be used to send one’s consciousness to Asgard, to speak with the Gods. Bergir does not put on charms and showmanship in her gift, but her naturally cool and controlled personality gives a strong sense of authority to her practice that has those observing sit up and pay attention.";}
#beylis.cpname:before{content:"Beylis Zaddiuka";}
#beylis.cptitle:before{content:"Her Highness, Hāssas Beylis Zaddiuka of the Antu' Tahurna, Birthed Daughter of Tuhkanti Zaddiuka Haitwattama of the Antu’ Tahurna and Hāssas Sharlato Zuziya of the Antu' Zuziya, Royal of Hattusa";}
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#beylis.cpdesc1:before,#beylis .cpdesc1:before{content:"Of the four daughters of Gal Meshedi, Beylis is the most like her father. Bold, confident and fun-loving by nature, she was the leader of her siblings’ childhood adventures and continues to be the driving force of bold social moves. Happy to take full advantage of her position as a royal princess, it seems her ambition in life is to make as many people smile as she can and flirt with as many young men as possible.";}
#beylis.cpdesc2:before{content:"When little, Beylis was adored for her spirit. Always healthy, always vibrant, always a little pink in the cheek from exertion. Beylis could never simply walk sedately. Skipping, running, dancing… they were all so much more exciting ways to move! Her preference for activity made it difficult to learn letters and numbers, but Beylis did at least have a natural aptitude for languages. She, Ammalis and their father are the only ones in their immediate family who know every language in the Hittite empire and several from abroad fluently. Beylis also has a great love of dance and has pursued lessons in the art since childhood. Now a young woman, Beylis is thoroughly enjoying adult life. While she’s finally learned the art of a stately walk over a sprint, she is no less lively. Her energies are just now focused elsewhere.";}
#beylis.cpdesc3:before{content:"Beylis loves people. She loves to speak with them, to learn about and from them. She loves to support, to help others reach their goals. She loves to match-make. A true social butterfly, Beylis’s similarity to her charming and teasing father has been commented on more the older she gets and Beylis hears such a comparison with great pride. Like her sisters before her, Beylis is a total ‘daddy’s girl’ and preens under his attention.";}
#beylis.cpdesc4:before{content:"This is perhaps why she also adores the attention of men. Military men in particular (though a handsome head and witty remark will turn Beylis’ head, regardless of the man’s profession). Beylis’s flirtations, however, delivered sweetly rather than aggressively and coyly, not sexually, are all talk. They’re a fun, social game, for she is as chaste as her sisters. At least so far…";}
#bjorn.cpname:before{content:"Björn Torgeirson";}
#bjorn.cptitle:before{content:"His Einvalds, Kónungrson Björn Torgeirson of the Ironwind Ostmaðr, Birthed Heir of Torgeir Tallison of the Ironwind Ostmaðr and Kónungrdottir Frya, Royal of Ostjorð";}
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#bjorn.cpdesc1:before,#bjorn .cpdesc1:before{content:"One does not have to be an aggressive person to feel rage. One does not have to be weak of character to have little control over that wrath. Björn is a case in point.";}
#bjorn.cpdesc2:before{content:"Born to a happy, supportive family, Björn's only pressure in life was to grow into an heir suitable for the mantle of kónungr. And even this has been mitigated by a loving and loyal uncle who would be an acceptable alternative should one be necessary. Yet, something in Björn has grown up angry. Highly emotional in most things, Björn struggles to hold onto his anger most of all. In moments of frustration or rage, he boils over, practically blacking out as the spirit of violence takes him over. This would perhaps be less dangerous were he not a well-trained young fighter. Already skilled with a hand axe and bow, Björn has just begun learning sword-skill.";}
#bjorn.cpdesc3:before{content:"Despite his fierce temper, Björn isn't a cruel or vengeful person. He has been raised to understand the importance of diplomacy, negotiation and empathy. He's a sweet young man who likes to see others smile. A loyal son, a devoted brother and a funny nephew. He often cracks jokes at gatherings, enjoys camping in the woods with his friends and allies, and has a particularly close relationship with both of his parents. The aggression that's randomly triggered in him is so out of character at times that Björn has grown to see the issue as a separate entity to himself: a beast or demon that haunts his waking hours.";}
#bjorn.cpdesc4:before{content:"At times, Björn's bouts of anger are an asset. Often triggered during battle or when he's injured, Björn has survived many a fight thanks to the rage-filled beast he carries around. Such battles have gained him notoriety and respect amongst his father's warriors. Unfortunately, the older he becomes, the more frequently the episodes seem to be triggering in his personal life. This apparent lack of control is starting to see the respect he has earned coming into question. While the majority of his people are still loyal, still filial to their leader's son, worried rumours are beginning to circulate that the future king might, in fact, be mad... Worse still is the fact that Björn is starting to fear such gossip to be true.";}
#bo.cpname:before{content:"Bo Björnson";}
#bo.cptitle:before{content:"Bo Björnson of the Firetongues Ostmaðr, Militant of Valland, Ostjorð";}
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#bo.cpdesc1:before,#bo .cpdesc1:before{content:"Bo Björnson was fourteen years old when he accompanied his uncle for his first raid across the sea. Born to the Firetongues Sippe, Bo had never questioned the ways of the Ostmađr and charged into battle with all the fury and vigor of a man from his culture. If not for one particular woman, he would have gladly lived his life in the ways of his people.";}
#bo.cpdesc2:before{content:"Several years after their invasion of the Briton Isles, Bo found himself falling for a beautiful woman. One who was kind and gentle, who understood him. The only problem? She was a saxon. Born of Briton lands. For months, Bo kept his love secret. A crucial mistake that still has him waking in the dead of night, a cold sweat upon his skin.";}
#bo.cpdesc3:before{content:"His beloved lived in a small village outside of Beodricsworth. A village that was attacked by a group of his fellow warriors. Bo's lover was taken as a prize, given to a man of a higher standing than Bo - Garith Thorinson. Raped and taken as a slave, the woman was broken by violence and by cruelty. The same cruelty that Bo had never before questioned. Upon returning from a raid of his own, the fragile creature he found in place of his woman was horrific. Knowing that he had not the age, standing, respect or coin to buy her back from Garith, Bo has spent the years since seeking a way of bringing his beloved home.";}
#bo.cpdesc4:before{content:"On the one hand, he fights for his people, building his personal fortune in an attempt to win her back and, on the other, Bo has recently found a means of communicating with the Iceni. Trying to work his way into the secretive order, Bo hopes to one day use the connection either as a card with which to bargain or as a means of taking down Garith. For now, he walks the edge of a blade, attempting to convince those on all sides that he is loyal to only them. When, in fact, his heart is devoted to a lowly, enslaved saxon woman…";}
#brigeth.cpname:before{content:"Brigeth Unesdottir";}
#brigeth.cptitle:before{content:"Her Einvalds, Dróttning Brigeth Unesdottir of the Bonemakers Ostmaðr, Birthed Daughter of Unes Frodeson of the Ironwind Ostmaðr and Eiginkona Brida, Royal of Ostjorð";}
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#brigeth.cpdesc1:before,#brigeth .cpdesc1:before{content:"Unes Frodeson was not part of the Warsong Sippe by birth, but by marriage. With the intention of proving himself worthy of his new clan, he spent the majority of his married life away from home, securing new borders and new prosperity for the sippe. He was a hero. Awfully respected when present and honoured when absent.";}
#brigeth.cpdesc2:before{content:"For his daughters, however, Unes Frodeson was more a shadow than a man, their memories of his occasional periods at home more startling than sweet. Brigeth, the younger of the two, became wild and reckless in desperate search of male acceptance. At first, this took her into the ranks of shieldmaidens, where she trained to become one of her father's fighters. Once a formal warrioress, however, these plans failed, her parents insisting that the daughter of a powerful Jarl could not risk her life on the battlefield. They had, as far as they were concerned, indulged Brigeth's whims long enough and it was now time for her to turn her eye to marriage and dutiful service to the family. Fifteen at the time, Brigeth altered her plan from seeking acceptance to rebellious revolt. Still subconsciously driven by the need to feel paternal love, her new plan involved falling into bed with unsuitable men, intending to wreck her own reputation so that the offer of her hand would be unwelcome to anyone in a position to consider it seriously. This behaviour did not last long. Pregnancy has a way of dismantling one's trajectory.";}
#brigeth.cpdesc3:before{content:"While a child out of wedlock is not so severe a social faux pas amongst the Ostmadr as in other cultures, a child whose father is unknown, born to a woman who's best hope for the future lie with a profitable marriage is still a risk that Brigeth's mother, Brida, was unwilling to take. However, despite the use of abortive tonics and visits with the clan fugara for spells and witchcraft, Brigeth remained pregnant. By this point, Brigeth was frightened, unwilling to be a mother and desperate for a solution. It was her sister Risa who came to her rescue. Newly widowed, Risa put it about that she was pregnant with her late husband's child. She took herself into seclusion, her sister with her for comfort and aid and eventually emerged with Rune, 'her' son. Despite being only nineteen at the time, Risa was naturally a more mature, responsible woman than her sister and she vowed to raise Rune as her own. Even upon her own second marriage and the birth of her two other children, Risa has never broken that promise. After the death of their mother, the two sisters are the only ones who know the truth of Rune’s maternity.";}
#brigeth.cpdesc4:before{content:"The entire event caused much trauma for Brigeth. Guilty that her sister was now a mother earlier than she had planned (and a single one, at that), Brigeth recognised for the first time that her actions had consequences for others. Turning her focus to supporting her sister and helping the Warsong Sippe advance, Brigeth eventually married well. Complications after Rune's birth left Brigeth's fertility somewhat damaged and she has only managed to conceive one daughter by her husband Arne. This, however, has not diminished Arne's adoration for his wife, and Frida is the apple of her father's eye. Whilst Arne and Brigeth did not marry for love on her part, she has since grown to adore her husband and stands by his side defiantly. Though, one might wonder if such dutiful respect is inspired by guilt. Guilt that she might one day have to admit that her nephew is truly her son... ";}
#caelia.cpname:before{content:"Caelia Nobilis Cassia";}
#caelia.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Ducissa Caelia Nobilis Cassia, Birthed Daughter of Lord Cassius Nobilis Cassia and Hellen of Babylonia, Courtier of Roma";}
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#caelia.cpdesc1:before,#caelia .cpdesc1:before{content:"Caelia and her brother were born on an impoverished street of Israel but raised in the bountiful estate of Romani nobility. Their father, Cassius Nobilis Cassia was a first-born heir who ran from his aristocratic kin. Falling in love and marrying a Babylonian woman in Phoenicia should have been his happily ever after, but instead it began a tumultuous series of events. Cassius disappeared, and Caelia's mother Hellen was forced by poor health to sail the Mediterranean in search of her lost husband's family.";}
#caelia.cpdesc2:before{content:"From the age of three, Caelia and Julius have been orphans. With their mother dead, their father presumed equally so, they have instead been raised by a household of stand-in parents. With a doting grandfather, two devoted uncles and yearly visits with their great-aunt and cousins, the Viatrix, Caelia and Julius have wanted for nothing. They've been given the finest of education and the greatest of gifts and opportunities. But still, Caelia has moments in the dead of night when she feels like an intruder in the home of her own kin.";}
#caelia.cpdesc3:before{content:"As a child, this was not true. Caelia felt beloved and adored. Safe and secure. And, most of the time, this still holds true today. Caelia has a very close relationship with her grandfather, loves to tease her uncle Vitrus, and is usually accompanied in such pranks and games by her other uncle Felix. She is vehemently defensive of her brother Julius and she gets on well with the servants and slaves around the household. Openly social, genuinely kind and always up for a heated intellectual debate, Caelia's true fear is not centred on society around her but on herself. Fiery by nature and often hot-headed, Caelia's temper has been growing worse since puberty and is beginning to gnaw at the edges of her more likeable traits.";}
#caelia.cpdesc4:before{content:"It has never been a secret in the Cassia household that Caelia's father Cassius had such a temper that it resulted in his banishment from the house. Secretly, Caelia suspects this temper was equally to blame for her father's absence in her own life. For years, Caelia has loathed and resented her sire for his childish ways, blaming his inability to keep control of himself for her own lack of a father. Cassius Nobilis Cassia, Caelia is certain, thinks of no-one by his own selfish impulses. And now, as the years roll by, Caelia fears she is becoming the very man she hates.";}
#caelia.cpdesc5:before{content:"What Caelia does not realise is that Nero and the Cassia household are not the same family who rejected her father all those years ago. Whilst unspoken wounds still linger and fester, Nero in particular has learned from his heated mistakes. Unbeknownst to her, Caelia's grandfather has, over the years, attempted to find his missing son, determined to make peace. So, even if Caelia is doomed to walk in her sire's footsteps, her beloved grandfather's reaction would be entirely different. Blind to this, however, Caelia works night and day to keep a lid on her more prolific emotions, fearing that she will one day explode, decimating the beautiful life she and her brother have been lucky enough to find.";}
#caesar.cpname:before{content:"Caesar Lex Regnum Cannae";}
#caesar.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Magnum Imperia Caesar Lex Regnum Cannae, Birthed Heir of Lord Alexander Lex Regnum Cannae and Elora of Roma, Senator of Roma";}
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#caesar.cpdesc1:before,#caesar .cpdesc1:before{content:"Many Imperia of the Romani Parliamentum have been forced to take control of their Houses at a young age. In a world where a poor harvest can lead to widespread sickness or a single arrow can claim an unsuspecting life, young men rising to positions of power before they are ready is an unfortunately frequent spectacle. But few have had to do it with young kin to care for.";}
#caesar.cpdesc2:before{content:"With his mother gone before his earliest memories, the only maternal figure Caesar ever knew was Phoebe of Castile: his father's second wife. And at seventeen, this kindly lady, who had taken Caesar into her heart alongside her own children, passed in a feverish night with Caesar there, holding her hand. He was emotionally devastated, but tragedy would continue to shadow his footsteps. Two years later, the father Caesar idolised was lost in battle, serving his territories in the west. Soon after, Caesar was doomed to lose his siblings.";}
#caesar.cpdesc3:before{content:"Despite the strong love Caesar had felt for Phoebe, his half-blood and age gap were always giant walls between him and her children. Those walls only grew taller after her passing. To Iulius and Fabiana, Caesar was from another time and another family. As an only child for many years, Caesar knew his duties as future heir to the Cannae name. To that end, he had learned to present an unyielding persona to the world. A dignified mask of strength. Now stoic in the face of his grief, Caesar's lack of emotion drove Iulius and Fabiana further away.";}
#caesar.cpdesc4:before{content:"Devoted to his duty of protecting and caring for his siblings, Caesar chose not to fight a losing war. Never had he possessed the skill of effusive passion. He could not, and would not, break down to unite tearfully with the children. Far more important was for him to stand his ground, be their guardian and protect their future. Deciding to continue with his training in the militia, Caesar saw to it that Iulius was raised with the finest of educations among the Netuno and that Fabiana was betrothed to ensure protection should Caesar perish in the footsteps of their father. In the meantime, Caesar himself would spend time in the west, seeking glory and honour for the family name and rising to a position of great power in the military. His efforts have now paid off. Caesar is one of the only members of the Parliamentum to hold equally impressive authority in the spheres of warfare, trade and politics. His favour is highly sought and his good opinion precious. Women are desperate to see their daughters thrown at Caesar's feet for marriage candidates and powerful men from across the sea will court Caesar's permission to come learn from his practices.";}
#caesar.cpdesc5:before{content:"Caesar knows that, after such success, his next challenge is to marry. As Iulius is very much committed to another man, it will fall to Caesar to produce a Cannae heir. But, currently, he is less interested in the numerous nubile hands thrown his way than he is the reparation of his kin. Despite a complete lack of talent when it comes to emotional connections, Caesar would truly love to narrow the distance that has long stood between him and the siblings he deeply and privately loves.";}
#caifa.cpname:before{content:"Caifa al'Kushiq";}
#caifa.cptitle:before{content:"Her Highness, Amiira Caifa of Bêl' Kushiq, Birthed Daughter of Tartēnu Munirsuarta of Bêl' Kushiq and Caillie of Aleppo, Royal of Assyria";}
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#caifa.cpdesc1:before,#caifa .cpdesc1:before{content:"First born to the king of Assyria, Caifa's only failing as an heir was her gender. A quick study in her lessons, witty and fast-talking, not to mention effortlessly social and silver-tongued, Caifa grew up with a dominant personality and big ambitions. She learned politics alongside etiquette and economics as well as divine worship. Born female and therefore inferior to the brother to follow, Caifa was quick to accept the limitations of her world but persistent in her own achievements wherever she could. Becoming a calculations moderator in the royal treasury and an authority amongst the priestesses in the holy temples, Caifa was a powerful woman in her own right long before her brother's injury. Other young women often seek her counsel and older generations respect her premature wisdom and intelligence.";}
#caifa.cpdesc2:before{content:"Despite the opportunities withheld to her and given freely to her brother, Caifa has never been anything but supportive of her kin. Even after Izkhaq was injured in battle, Caifa has never taken the opportunity to undermine her brother or usurp his position. Instead, she works tirelessly to complete his duties behind the scenes and her own in a more public sphere. Highly defensive of a brother who gave so much of himself for his country, Caifa is content in her role as shadow ruler behind the future king. Though she hopes for Izkhaq's future recovery, as the years go by, Caifa takes a more prosaic approach and has accepted that this may be their reality from now on.";}
#caifa.cpdesc3:before{content:"Respectful of her land's traditions, Caifa never over-steps her female boundaries, but she persists in toeing them a little too closely for the more traditional nobles of Court. She regularly engages in arguments and heated debates with more conservative minds, particularly with Bagiyrah al'Yal'ira. Her bold confidence and determined manner of speaking often raises eyebrows but is always nuanced and clever enough to avoid true criticism.";}
#caius.cpname:before{content:"Caius of Castile";}
#caius.cptitle:before{content:"Caius of Castile, Chief Disciple of the Magnus Fideles, Militant of Roma";}
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#caius.cpdesc1:before,#caius .cpdesc1:before{content:"A fatherless boy does not grow to become a man – or so the young Caius was told countless times over, the lash of his grandsire’s tongue as brutal as any whip. The world may have been full of bastards, their lot in life a malicious joke, yet for the bastards of the wealthy the world seemed crueller still. Though illegitimate, Caius was raised by his dead father's family as a " distant cousin " and given an education befitting any male relation of the highly influential merchant family: a fate kinder than most in his position. Though his place as heir was never acknowledged - given away to a great nephew elsewhere - Caius's parentage was obvious by the time he could walk. Similarities between Caius and the paintings of his sire were undeniable, but likeness does not beget acknowledgement. Instead, it achieved Caius being sent away for schooling to the Western Territories; beyond the eyes of observant, nosey acquaintances.";}
#caius.cpdesc2:before{content:"Caius was not wholly out of reach, however. By the age of fourteen, Caius's genius intellect was drawing notice. Selected by a representative of the Magnus Fideles, Caius was tempted by a new career that allowed him access to private, sacred documents and a salary: the first coin he had ever possessed for himself. Life as a tirone was gruelling, for it involved many practices of worship that were as physical torment as much as a religious act. At first, the religious element of the Magnus Fideles was lost on Caius. Why should he revere a divine power that had borne him to a childhood of abuse at the hands of an old man and the loss of a mother of whom he had only the briefest of memories before she was sent away... Yet, the more he enjoyed the rigid structure of the order and stretched his mind with their texts of philosophy and prophecy, Caius began to see the divine plan he had been blind to: he had not been born to his family but to the Fideles. This had been the purpose of his life all along, the proof lying in the warm brotherhood he had found at the sanctum. After that, Caius was as dedicated as any observer of worship, believing in the great pantheon and the sacrality of the royal bloodline.";}
#caius.cpdesc3:before{content:"Upon turning sixteen Caius had completed his training and joined the ranks of the Magnus Fideles as a tribune. This was a defining year for Caius as it was also the winter of his grandfather's death. In the wake of his tormentor's demise, Caius was sent a letter; a missive that the old man had kept from him for over a decade. Inside was a message from his birth mother - the woman secreted away to the countryside to avoid a family scandal. In the letter, Caius's mother claimed to be more than his father's kin would ever believe: she was the bastard daughter of Cannae Lex Regnum Imperia. Whilst this appointed Caius no status and no title, it elevated him in his own mind. If this letter was to be believed, after all, he possessed the very blood blessed by the great Juno: the blood he and his brethren schemed to seat on a throne of superiority. Already arrogant over his superior intelligence, Caius would now grow entitled, confident and quietly self-assured. He did not boast or flaunt. But held himself with the prestige he secretly believed himself entitled to. That being said, doubt perhaps still exists in the dark depths of Caius's mind. For, despite a lifetime of connections, Caius has yet to seek out the woman who gave him life; as if fearing that meeting her in reality would somehow prove her claims false.";}
#caius.cpdesc4:before{content:"Instead, Caius has turned his focus to the Magnus Fideles: a cause he now feels intimately connected with. He has served faithfully and proved popular amongst his brethren, his sharp tactful mind and his unyielding tenacity for the sacred flogging and acts of worship catching the notice of his superiors; most notably, the Chief Disciple of the order, Gallius Apisius of Luca. With a deep reverence and sense of duty that teetered on fanaticism, Gaius was a man who all respected and none wished to offend. It was best to keep the wolf at arm's length. But Caius was not a man who heeded warnings well, which would prove to be a fortuitous decision, as a friendship was nurtured between mentor and mentee. In Caius, Gallius saw the bloodline he most wished to defend, treating the younger man as both prince and apprentice, feeding Caius's ego and keeping him restrained by rank. In Gallius, Caius idolised all he might be in the future and greedily hung on the older man's every word on how to pray, how to spy and how to achieve victory from the shadows. The longer the teaching lasted, the more Caius became convinced that he would one day become a god amongst men.";}
#caius.cpdesc5:before{content:"Gallius was only wise because of his decades of experience. An old man, he was destined to die before Caius was ready. The loss finally occurred six months ago. Since then, a new leader has managed the Magnus Fideles, with Caius assigned the rank of second in command. The Fideles's new master is more temperate and conservative than his predecessor; a man whom Caius has no respect for. The problem, however, turns out to be short-lived. For the man was recently found dead and now Caius journeys to the capital, intent on establishing himself as the leader he should have always been since his mentor's demise. See? Fortune favours those of The Blood...";}
#calder.cpname:before{content:"Calder Steinarson";}
#calder.cptitle:before{content:"His Einvalds, Jarl Calder Steinarson of the Bearkings Ostmaðr, Birthed Son of Kónungrson Steinar Jornnson of the Bearkings Ostmaðr and Eiginkona Katri, Royal of Ostjorð";}
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#calder.cpdesc1:before,#calder .cpdesc1:before{content:"Only seven when his father was killed in battle, Calder has not sworn his of-age fealty to any but his brother Gunnar. A devoted brother, loyal fighter and now Jarl of Shields to his brother's forces, Calder has a level head and a compassionate heart.";}
#calder.cpdesc2:before{content:"A strong fighter in his own right, brave and true, Calder does not have his brother's level of bloody mercilessness. Instead, he fights with a strength and integrity that wins over others of his clan. He also has a head for politics, economics and the careful diplomacy necessary in the royal circles of sippe conduct. He is a good man to have at Gunnar's shoulder during folkmoots, for example, when observation and word-play are more useful talents than sword-skill and bloodlust. It is Calder who has begun to notice the way their uncle covets the Bearking throne...";}
#calder.cpdesc3:before{content:"One topic in which Calder does not possess such a clear head is the death of the father he had adored as a child. For Steinar's death, Calder holds Skarde Skrigson personally responsible, knowing that it was his lust for power that took their father across the sea to a battlefield of poor odds and ultimate defeat. It remains a sore point for him, and while the sharpness of grief has softened over time, the anger and blame remain.";}
#calder.cpdesc4:before{content:"In an effort to honour his late parents' wishes and strengthen his brother's inter-sippe political standing, Calder has recently entered into talks with the Ironwind Sippe regarding marriage. Initially, he had reopened past discussions in order to unite the step-daughter of the Ironwind kónungr with Gunnar. But with Gunnar's hands already (literally) full with several women, Calder has recognised that it would be dishonourable to bring the granddaughter of Nosu Frodeson into such an orgy-like mess. Instead, talks now turn to the betrothal being tied to himself. Rumours of Signý's beauty and reputation as a mighty shieldmaiden are only deepening Calder's personal interest in the match –not to mention the giant middle-finger such a match would throw at Signý's biological father. To marry off a girl without her father's blessing was the ultimate paternal emasculation, after all.";}
#caleb.cpname:before{content:"Caleb of Elhanan";}
#caleb.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Caleb of Elhanan, Birthed Son of Elhanan of Ezra and Lilith of Lydia, Courtier of Phoenicia";}
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#caleb.cpdesc1:before,#caleb .cpdesc1:before{content:"Desperate to be like his elder brother and always the nervous shadow to Cane's adrenaline-seeking energy, Caleb is a softer and more sensitive being with an open mind and romantic heart. Sweet, chatty and, at times, socially anxious, he craves to be like his brother but is actually closer in temperament and relationship to his half-sister Amarissa. Often called effeminate or chastised for his lack of manly ambition, Caleb does all he can to appear as a man before his father and brother, refusing to acknowledge his own skills in poetry and music.";}
#caleb.cpdesc2:before,#caleb .cpdesc2:before{content:"Sensitive as a child and often sickly, Caleb would spend many hours at his mother's side, comforted by her touch. From under their mother’s protective wings, Caleb quickly grew to idolise his brother Cane. His brother was vibrant and courageous. He never backed down from a fight and was always the first to make their mother smile. Whilst Cane worked hard in his youth to simply appease both their parents, Caleb instead enjoyed spending time with them. His mother would instruct the servants to play music and Caleb would dance with her. This remains one of his most precious memories.";}
#caleb.cpdesc3:before,#caleb .cpdesc3:before{content:"When his mother passed away, rumours were rife in the city. Though no-one would ever speak the words in front of Elhanan or Cane, Caleb went so easily unnoticed that he would often hear the gossip in the market. The river had been shallow. What could have possibly made an otherwise healthy woman drown? The whispers were easy enough to decipher for a boy who had seen his mother as nothing but sorrowful. Popular opinion was that Lilith had committed the greatest of sins: she had taken her own life.";}
#caleb.cpdesc4:before,#caleb .cpdesc4:before{content:"Shelving such cruel words, Caleb has tried to drive his life forwards rather than back. He has soldiered on diligently, acting as his father's scribe and aide while secretly wishing his life was more adventurous like Cane's. Whilst he does not approve of Cane's behaviour or how it drives their father to frustration and cruel chastisements, Caleb sometimes wishes he was brave enough to break the rules. Perhaps then he would not go so unnoticed, standing in his father's shadow.";}
#caleb.cpdesc5:before,#caleb .cpdesc5:before{content:"With a hidden passion for poetry and music, Caleb does not spend the time to cultivate his talents because he is distracted trying to serve his family. He is very close to his sister Amarissa, who tries to encourage him in this direction. But all the while, Caleb fears letting go and giving in to the depths of his own emotions. For he has always been so similar to his mother. If he were to accept the heat of a poet and feel so intensely, might he not risk the same despair his mother eventually reached amidst her own shadows?";}
#calypsa.cpname:before{content:"Calypsa of Megaris";}
#calypsa.cptitle:before{content:"Calypsa of Megaris, Initiate of the Cypress Sisterhood, Citizen of Colchis, Hellas";}
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#calypsa.cpdesc1:before,#calypsa .cpdesc1:before{content:"Calypsa grew up with very little male influence in her life. Her father dead whilst her mother still carried her as an unborn babe, Calypsa's entire family consisted of just herself and her mother. Her mother was kind and caring but also curiously overprotective at times. She never remarried after becoming a widow and had no interest in men at all. In fact, as Calypsa grew older, she started to notice that her mother almost seemed to fear the opposite sex...";}
#calypsa.cpdesc2:before{content:"With no male protector in the household, Calypsa's mother Clio took over his business of woodworking. Carvings, etchings, bow handles and sword hilts… furniture, staircases, trunks and caskets... Anything of wood could be made to look beautiful by Clio's careful hands and sharp little knife. Calypsa therefore grew up surrounded by the smell of ash, elm and oak, with bows and weaponry at hand. As her mother's fingers grew tough from the friction of the wood, Calypsa's developed calluses against a bow-string. She learned from her mother and worked with the tools of her trade until she was a capable and independent huntress, able to help provide for their meals.";}
#calypsa.cpdesc3:before{content:"Only when Clio grew sick was the truth finally revealed. Calypsa's father had not died going to war in the Northern Lands as she had always been told. He had died by his own carving knife. A blade wielded by Clio as she defended herself from his beatings. For years, Clio had suffered at her husband's hands, beaten and bloodied and reduced to a scared stranger in her own home. Worse still, was the fact that Calypsa was not Clio's first child. Not even her first daughter. During a particularly dangerous night of violence –before Calypsa’s birth– a travelling pair of priestesses from the Cypress Sisterhood had heard the commotion in Clio and Palladius's home. They had broken in, defended Clio against her husband and insisted that she report him to authorities. Clio refused to act in defence of herself, but for her daughter, Gygaea... for her daughter, she chose a different fate. When the priestesses offered the young Gygaea an escape, Clio encouraged the eight-year-old to go, to live a life free of fear and trauma. As Clio lay dying of sickness, she confessed that it was Calypsa's advent, three years later, that gave her enough courage to fight back against her husband. The fear of birthing and then being forced to lose a second child for the sake of its safety had been too much to bear. She had raised her hand in defence, forgetting she still held the knife she had been working with. And a few, bloody minutes later, she had been a widow.";}
#calypsa.cpdesc4:before{content:"Discovering that she has a sister was a revelation in Calypsa's world. If her mother's suffering had not been enough to turn Calypsa against the memory of a father she had never known, she would have hated him still over Gygaea. As far as Calypsa is concerned, it was their father's fault that she had never known of her sister, never grown up around her. It was his violence that had driven Gygaea to the safety of the Cypress Sisterhood.";}
#calypsa.cpdesc5:before{content:"Now, with the death of her mother still fresh in her heart, Calypsa goes in search of the only family she has left. Since arriving in Illytia, she has discovered all manner of prestige and adoration for the temple and even the name 'Her Grace, Gygaea' murmured with reverence. Calypsa can only wonder what 'Her Grace's' reaction will be to her arrival, and to her growing interest in becoming an initiate of the Sisterhood. After all: they do such fine work, support and protect vulnerable women, and hold so much respect and power in their lands… giving up sex can’t be too hard for all of that… can it?";}
#cane.cpname:before{content:"Cane of Elhanan";}
#cane.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Cane of Elhanan, Birthed Heir of Elhanan of Ezra and Lilith of Lydia, Courtier of Phoenicia";}
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#cane.cpdesc1:before,#cane .cpdesc1:before{content:"Raised by a man who craves order, authority, hierarchy and structure, Cane is a wild child, emotionally chaotic and enjoys rushes of adrenaline. A practical joker in his youth, a playboy in his teenage years and now a hunter and seducer of animals and women respectively, Cane is the bane of his father's existence. Unable to show up for any appointed meeting or arrangement on time or take his responsibilities with any grain of seriousness, Cane appears to be the epitome of an effervescent wayward soul who has no interest in the seriousness of life. Beneath it all, however, Cane holds a temptation and hope of marriage and family that he would never allow another person to know...";}
#cane.cpdesc2:before{content:"Cane was always a handful, even as a boy. But he was always earnest. He sought the approval of a father who barely looked his way and he adored the attention he received from his mother. His practical jokes and silly games stemmed from the desire to see Lilith smile, for she always seemed deeply sorrowful in her life. Cane knew this to be his father's fault but he had never seen Elhanan treat his mother with anything less than respect so he could not place a finger on the exact reason. Nor could he ever truly hate a man he admires so greatly. Instead, he turned to winning his mother's smile any way he could.";}
#cane.cpdesc3:before{content:"By the time Lilith passed away, drowned under mysterious circumstances in a local river, Cane's rule-breaking foolishness was now an ingrained habit. It expanded out into critical comedy and reckless behaviour. Cane turned away from the temple and began to commit greater sins. Now, he enjoys hunting on the plateaus outside the city and chasing the women within. He is a blatant philanderer and womaniser. He makes all kinds of promises that he has no intention of keeping, and he denies all responsibilities as Elhanan's eldest son. With his uncle taking the role of Elhanan's second, Cane feels superfluous. He refuses to show up to meetings and arranged gatherings, he is never where he's supposed to be and he shuts out his father's wisdom with a shoulder as cold as the one Elhanan would offer him in childhood. And Cane tells himself vehemently that he could not care less.";}
#cane.cpdesc4:before{content:"In fact, he does. Still the hurt and grieving little boy he once was, Cane is creating a self fulfilling prophecy for his life. He hurts his father in punishment for never showing care or grief for Lilith. This then makes him a poor son to a man he otherwise wishes to impress. This sends his self esteem lower and his need to feel appreciated sky high. A good woman or a healthy hunt achieves this. Which then bolsters his determination to see his father punished for never realising his worth in the first place. And around the cycle goes.";}
#cane.cpdesc5:before{content:"Despite the care and guidance of his second mother Rishona, Cane has never managed to bond with the way he did with his birth mother and her open affection falls on deaf ears. Cane is, however, particularly defensive and protective of his brother and half-sister Amarissa. Should a comment be made that is even remotely disrespectful or questioning their integrity, Cane will let his cruel words or fists do the talking. After all, what does he have to lose by way of reputation?";}
#cassandra.cpname:before{content:"Cassandra of Oreboea";}
#cassandra.cptitle:before{content:"Her Divine Grace, Sister Cassandra of Oreboea, Kynigós of the Cypress Sisterhood, Priestess of Colchis, Hellas";}
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#cassandra.cpdesc1:before,#cassandra .cpdesc1:before{content:"Women join the Cypress Sisterhood for all kinds of reasons. Some come with a history of horror and tragedy. Others join through a belief in the priestesses’ cause and lives’ work. For Cassandra it was a little of both.";}
#cassandra.cpdesc2:before{content:"Born to a lower-born family in the rural lands of Oreboea, Cassandra and her siblings were the children of a widowed man, physically ill from years of manual labour. She and her two brothers quickly became the breadwinners of the family. As children, the three of them were trained by their father in farm work as well as the tending of a small stock of goats and pigs that they kept on their homely patch of land. Hunting was also essential, for this ability brought both food and product (the animal skins were a good item for market) into the home. All three children worked hard to support one another, learning best how to compliment each other’s strengths and support their weaknesses.";}
#cassandra.cpdesc3:before{content:"Despite the boys’ egos disliking it, it was clear that Cassandra was the best hunter of the three. With a sharp eye and a step quieter than either of her heavy-footed siblings, tending the farm was left to the growing men and Cassandra naturally fell into the role of provider amongst the trees. From birth, all three children were taught to worship and honour the Virgin Goddess Artemis - for it was she who gave them good hunting grounds, ample livestock and a means with which to survive. The worship of the goddess was something Cassandra had always been familiar with. Therefore, when her family was hit with tragedy, it was towards Artemis and the teachings in which the Sisterhood believed that she turned for strength.";}
#cassandra.cpdesc4:before{content:"After going out to hunt one day, Cassandra was caught in a storm. Finding sanctuary within a hollowed out tree, so deeply buried in the ground that she was kept safe from the powerful and destructive winds, Cassandra returned home later to find… nothing. The wooden house within which they had lived was gone, the animals blown away, the lands upheaved. She found the remains of her father, buried in the rubble, but her brothers she has assumed to be lost to the winds. Turning to trust in the Goddess was Cassandra’s only option and she spent her time over the next few years travelling, supporting herself. It was only when she reached Illytia that she discovered the Sisterhood specifically. Drawn to their love for the goddess and their devotion to one another; the offer of a family once more, Cassandra has joined their ranks and quickly become an accomplished huntress within the Order.";}
#cassius.cpname:before{content:"Cassius of Caralis";}
#cassius.cptitle:before{content:"Cassius of Caralis, Slave of Roma";}
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#cassius.cpdesc1:before,#cassius .cpdesc1:before{content:"Cassius has always had a trying relationship with his father. As a child, Cassius was passionate, opinionated and occasionally aggressive. He had zero impulse control and a courageous heart that would rarely listen to his head. Despite Cassius's intelligence and academic potential, Nero believed his first born son to be squandering his chances at a profitable future; Cassius had the talent but none of the discipline. This judgement upon Cassius sparked friction and boiled resentment. By the time he was of age at fifteen, Cassius and Nero's relationship was ready to implode.";}
#cassius.cpdesc2:before{content:"Cassius's mother was a fiery woman. From her red hair to her loving spirit, she was a quick-witted and compassionate mediator between her husband and son. When Nero went too far with his stoic judgement, she tempered it with care. When Cassius flew too close to the sun and his rage grew too bold, she cooled him with sense and reason. Upon Rosalia's death, the fragile web of communication between father and son disintegrated. Grief fuelled arguments hotter than ever before and words that can never be unspoken rang through the halls of the House of Cassia. After Cassius outright blamed Nero for the death of the mother he had loved so truly, Nero retaliated with disownment. A decision that fell seamlessly in line with Cassius fleeing into the night and aboard a ship bound for a dozen port cities around the Mediterranean.";}
#cassius.cpdesc3:before{content:"Ironically, the harsh lessons of reality, discipline and cool perseverance that Nero had failed to teach his son in fifteen years of education, were imparted on Cassius in just two. Living as a vagabond without prospects for his future, Cassius learned to lie, cheat and steal. He learned that there are no rules in a fist fight. He learned that, when you're stripped of dignity, means and influence, the only person one can depend upon is themselves. And allowing that one person to fly off the handle with hot-headed passion is a sure-fire route to an early grave. Cassius had to learn to keep his head down, to calculate risk and reward and to adjust his behaviour in order to save his head.";}
#cassius.cpdesc4:before{content:"Eighteen months after losing his mother, another woman entered Cassius's life. Hellen was a Babylonian almost as lost on the streets of Phoenicia as Cassius was. Whilst neither knew the other's native tongue, they both spoke Hebrew. From there, romance flourished quickly. Hellen was sweet-tempered, with a steely courage hidden behind delicate demurity. And secretly stubborn as a mule. Cassius fell and fell hard. Within four months they were married and Hellen was pregnant with their first child. Cassius had told his wife of his wealthy origins but how he had no desire to return to a father who had disowned him. Whilst he missed his brothers, Cassius was determined to look only forwards, to his new life with Hellen and their baby.";}
#cassius.cpdesc5:before{content:"Everything came crashing down, before Cassius had the chance to hold his first born. Hellen became sick. Very sick. In the face of losing the woman he loved, Cassius's new found clarity and perspective dissolved. Panic and anger saw him attacking a local physician who refused to help a Babylonian woman. By the time the red haze had lifted, Cassius was arrested and taken to prison in shackles. Violent refusal to comply and several escape attempts brought upon Cassius an unfeeling judgement: eighteen years in indentured slavedom. The man who bought Cassius was Romani: the commander of several military gallow ships, in need of oarsmen. It was only when he tried to appeal - to explain to his countryman that he was born of nobility - that Cassius discovered his name struck from the Cassia family registry. He was sent to the gallows and confined to the belly of a ship for over a decade.";}
#cassius.cpdesc6:before{content:"During the Battle of Salonae, in 972 BC, Cassius's ship was beached in the conflict. Dashed upon the rocks, many slaves were drowned by their chains. Cassius and his row of three other men were the lucky ones. Now escaped property, with two years still left upon his slave sentence and without money or means, Cassius is determined to find his way back to his wife and the child he has yet to meet. This is his one thought; his one need. The driving force that has kept him alive at the oar, that has seen him through torture, starvation and agony. But he cannot do it alone.";}
#cassius.cpdesc7:before{content:"Inside, Cassius burns with injustice. Had his father never struck his name from that record, had he been allowed to keep his status, Cassius would have never been shackled to the galleys. He would not have missed the birth of his child, would not have missed sixteen years of that baby's life. He would not have lost over a decade with the woman he loves. He would not have been left scarred and tormented by nightmares of war upon the seas. All because his father was spiteful. And yet, Cassius knows that his father's money and influence would see him returned to his family a thousand times faster. Now, washed ashore on Remusi lands, Cassius must find and convince his old friend Marcellus to help him. Then he must return to the House of Cassia to bargain for the means to find his family. He has, of course, no idea that his wife is long dead and that his children -twins- have been loved and protected by the father he hates for the last thirteen years.";}
#castor.cpname:before{content:"Castor of Nikolaos";}
#castor.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Castor of Varónos Nikolaos, Birthed Son of Lord Dastros of Varónos Nikolaos and Ianthe of Magnestis, Courtier of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#castor.cpdesc1:before,#castor .cpdesc1:before{content:"Born with a temperament more reminiscent of his father than his other siblings, Castor is a boy who grew in the shadow of his adventurous brother Adrestus. Always tailing behind him to play the first mate on Adrestus's fictional ship or his second in command in his imaginary army, Castor was subconsciously told from childhood that his place was at his brother's side and not ahead of him. This was never a direct teaching or belief on the part of his parents or other siblings but a subconscious lesson that developed through the natural combination of Adrestus's leadership prowess and Castor's supportive nature. Never frustrated nor feeling confined to such a role, Castor instead blossomed outside of the spotlight.";}
#castor.cpdesc2:before{content:"Taking to academia with a determined interest if not natural intelligence, Castor was the kind of student who had to work twice as hard to keep up (modern day tutors might have diagnosed the boy with dyslexia or learning challenges) but he has always enjoyed the dedication of doing so. And slowly, as the years passed, it was realised that Castor's efforts were not only allowing him to maintain a level with his peers but also to slowly exceed them. Whilst those around him with natural scholastic ability or high intellect learned, used, repeated then forgot, Castor's earnest application meant that he accumulated his learning far more successfully. By the time he was fifteen, he was top of his classes at the Athenian scholeio.";}
#castor.cpdesc3:before{content:"Like his father, Castor has grown up calm, dependable, diplomatic and has a strong grasp of the fine details of the law. His only element lacking in comparison to his sire is a social and physical confidence of presence. To this end, it was recommended that, like his brother before him, Castor join the Athenian Guard, now under the leadership of his cousin Diomedes. Only in the last month has Castor taken up the role of Lieutenant with the Guard. As far as inheritance goes, Adrestus is the eldest and will take the role of baron upon his permanent return to the shore. Yet Castor knows of his brother’s devout love for the sea and, as such, fears the role of leader will fall to him. While no shoulders would be better for the responsibility to land upon, Castor is naturally nervous to step out ahead of his brother; a role he has never played, nor sought to aspire to.";}
#chara.cpname:before{content:"Chara of Stravos";}
#chara.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Chara of Dynasteía Stravos, Birthed Daughter of Lord Keikelius of Dynasteía Stravos and Basilem Circenia of Dynasteía Xanthos, Courtier of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#chara.cpdesc1:before,#chara .cpdesc1:before{content:"If anyone in the Athenian court has managed to reproduce themselves in complete exactitude it is Circenia of Stravos. In her daughter Chara is everything she holds dear about herself: ambition, vanity, capriciousness. Chara adores all things that are beautiful and, herself being at the top of the list.";}
#chara.cpdesc2:before{content:"Chara's narcissism is not misplaced, for she is widely considered to be one of the most beautiful women in Hellas. In a land where beauty is considered akin to divine benefaction, Chara possesses a control over the Athenian Court that is rivalled by very few. The social queen bee of noble circles, Chara holds that contrary position of being both adored and disliked by almost everyone. It is she whom every female wishes to be. It is she whom every woman wishes to befriend. It is she whom every male wants to possess. She smiles, she compliments, she wins the loyalty of everyone and yet, beneath it all, Athenia is more than aware that Chara's affections lie only with herself.";}
#chara.cpdesc3:before{content:"Chara has only two rivals for the sole throne over the world of social politics. Both are her cousins. In truth, only Agathe of Marikas is actively competing for the popularity crown but Persephone of Xanthos holds sway over many simply for being all that Chara pretends to: genuinely kind and interested in the lives of others.";}
#chara.cpdesc4:before{content:"In the place of compassion, Chara has cunning. And whilst she may not be the most intelligent of women, a dogged determination makes up the deficit. Not to mention her genuine camaraderie with her brother, Elias and her ability to play frenemy to any and all who get in her way. As a greedy and shallow daughter fits perfectly in the world view of the Stravos, no-one is interested in the reasons for Chara's behaviour. None consider it important why a daughter of such wealth and luxury might feel such a desperate need for love. Even if it's the fleeting adoration of strangers.";}
#chiamaka.cpname:before{content:"Chiamaka of the Buuchu";}
#chiamaka.cptitle:before{content:"His Greatness, Leier Chiamaka of the Buuchu Gesin, Birthed Son of Leierseun Kwabena of the Buuchu Gesin and Leubane of the Buuchu Gesin, Royal of Bedoa’mt";}
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#chiamaka.cpdesc1:before,#chiamaka .cpdesc1:before{content:"Leier of the Buuchu tribe, Chiamaka is a man of honour and integrity. After the death of his brother during a hunting accident when his children were only small, Chiamaka has been serving in Zane’s place as leier of his people. His personal vow is to never have children of his own so that the mantle will pass to his nephews upon his demise, returning the legacy of Buuchu royalty to its rightful lineage. With a belief system so strong it approaches (and crosses) the line of social decorum into the realm of bluntness, Chiamaka is a man for whom right and wrong is so clearly pronounced that it is unwavering. So defined by his beliefs, to the point of being obtuse, Chiamaka is a hard man to please and an impossible one to impress. Rather than kind words and physical affection, his family know of his love through his devout loyalty and his refusal to claim total ownership over a position of power that will one day belong to his nephews; believing himself no more than a convenient guardian for the title, despite his natural gifts in leadership and bravery.";}
#chiamaka.cpdesc2:before{content:"Growing up, Chiamaka idolised the man who would come to lead his family and gesin. Zane was handsome, athletic, brave and capable. He was the fastest eye with a bow his people had ever known and he was openly beloved for his compassion and devotion to integrity. As a child, Chiamaka wanted nothing more than to be just like his big brother. It came as no surprise to anyone that Zane should marry the prettiest girl in the tribe. With beauty in her face and gentleness in her touch, Kalifa would have made a fine queen, leading her people across the sands and caring for them in the healers' tents where she spent most of her days. But after the birth of her prized and much anticipated daughter, the postpartum fevers would not abate. Whilst hunting fresh game for his sickly wife, Zane’s life was claimed by a barbary lion and Kalifa was dead before sundown. Social folklore of the Buuchu tells the tale of a spiritual connection between the pair; that they passed in the same heartbeat, together.";}
#chiamaka.cpdesc3:before{content:"Left as uncle and guardian to four children under the age of ten, Chiamaka has held himself to impossible standards ever since. Comparing himself to the shadow of his sibling, nothing Chiamaka can ever say or do will measure up to how Zane would have managed matters. Evidence of his inferiority is found in Chiamaka’s social graces. Never as open or charming as Zane, Chiamaka’s astute self restraint has made him aloof and unapproachable. The distance between him and his men is actually filled with an awed respect for everything he has achieved in the face of his own guilt. But Chiamaka views the nervous quiet of others as a hushed concern of judgement. Proof that his people wished for a different leader as much as he does.";}
#chiamaka.cpdesc4:before{content:"As Zane’s children were under age when orphaned, Chiamaka became leader of the Buuchu. A title that can only be lost alongside his life. Until then, Chiamaka protects the crown, refusing to marry or have children, so that it will one day fall to Zane’s eldest son. In the meantime he will do what he can to teach the boys and protect his niece, ensuring a fine match for her among the warriors of Bedoa’mt and keeping her far away from the dangers of the hunting sand dunes that now mark the grave of Buuchu’s rightful king.";}
#chione.cpname:before{content:"Chione H'Isazari";}
#chione.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Chione of Hei Isazari, Birthed Daughter of Lord Amon’ra of Hei Isazari and Lady Nubkhaes of Hei Sheifa, Courtier of K’m’t";}
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#chione.cpdesc1:before,#chione .cpdesc1:before{content:"There is much to say of Chione. And, around the Court of K'm't, it has probably already been said. A sexual woman with a hungry appetite for satisfaction, Chione prefers to delight men rather than control them. Though there is perhaps a little of both in there, at times... Only in the admiring gaze or sensual embrace of a man does Chione feel wholly herself, wholly valued. K'm't is not a land in which chastity is required of women and sexual desire is an open secret, however Chione's pursuits are enough to raise eyebrows even here. Whispers swell and gossip runs rampant, speaking of Chione as little more than a common whore. Chione attempts to appease herself with the knowledge that most of these women possess husbands who would prefer her between their sheets than their spouses and that such Courtly chatter is mere jealousy.";}
#chione.cpdesc2:before{content:"Chione's need for physical love stems from two angles: two powerful streams that merge into a river of conviction. First, is her father: a man who spends more of his time assessing trade and value than he does dining with his family. All things, Amon'ra is fond of saying, are only worth the value others place upon them: the price tag that others are willing to pay. Chione has applied this philosophy to people as well as resources. What would be her quality if no man was willing to place value upon her with his gaze or affections? Nothing.";}
#chione.cpdesc3:before{content:"Secondly, Chione has been plagued since childhood with rumours of illegitimacy. Her eye colour –a light blue in a family of dark orbs– is a stinging reminder that her mother might have been unfaithful. None of her siblings, nor her father, give these rumours any credence. Amon'ra insists that their mother's father was light-eyed. But whether she believes it or not, the reputation of being the odd-ball amidst a family of grand legacy has Chione overcompensating. As gossip dictates her to be the least favourable of her sisters –the least likely to secure a good marriage– because of these tales, Chione works to prove them all wrong. To show that she is at once desirable and of value, by going to bed with almost any man to show her interest. These choices now fuel a dual addiction: for sex and for proof of Chione's self worth.";}
#circenia.cpname:before{content:"Circenia of Stravos";}
#circenia.cptitle:before{content:"Her Highness, Basilem Circenia of Dynasteía Stravos, Birthed Daughter of Omiros of Arcana and Basilem Nefeli of Dynasteía Marikas, Royal of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#circenia.cpdesc1:before,#circenia .cpdesc1:before{content:"As sister of King Minas, Circenia was born to finery and riches. By the age of five, she could identify a superior weave of cloth. By eight she could spot imposter silver and false gold. At twelve she was an accomplished mathematician and understood the workings of accounts. Though trained in various skill sets and educated to the highest standard a woman could demand, Circenia's mind was and has always been bent towards wealth: how to attain it, how to keep it and how to see it grow not only within a lifetime but into a legacy of luxury. It was of little surprise to anyone that Circenia married an excessively wealthy merchant. Specifically, a merchant whose ambitious family had already succeeded in wedding their daughter to a would-be king.";}
#circenia.cpdesc2:before{content:"Circenia's union with Keikelius afforded her two distinct boons. One was an exceptional wealth, greater even than her royal origins and separate from the crown. Riches under her own authority. Second, was the creation of a new Athenian House of power. As soon as Circenia birthed her first child, the House of Stravos ascended to the status of royalty. A new legacy to be forged in whatever image Circenia might choose. The fact that she actually liked her new husband –that Keikelius was as determinedly greedy as she– was a beautiful bonus. Keikelius' hunger for power is matched only by Circenia's adoration for all things vain and shallow.";}
#circenia.cpdesc3:before{content:"Decades later and Circenia luxuriates in her world. Not only is she a princess of the land and sister to the king but now, with the famed abdication of Alehandros of Antonis on the horizon, her son is in line for the throne. An eventuality that both she and her husband are watching with an obsessive eye.";}
#circenia.cpdesc4:before{content:"In the meantime, Circenia turns her ambitions upon her eldest child. Chara of Stravos is a confident beauty with the social wit necessary to rule the Athenian Court. Circenia has faced rivalry for such a role all her life: both from her sister and the late Queen Lucille. Though Circenia appears to be the only one aware of the popularity contest, no clear winner has ever been defined in her generation. Now, Chara faces a similar problem: Sera's daughter Agathe of Marikas and the Queen's beloved Persephone of Xanthos. Circenia is determined that history not repeat itself. Politics is, after all, not solely a man's domain. The Senate might be where decisions are declared but it is in the Court that they are made. And Circenia can already picture her bright and shining future: Elias as ruler of the Senate. And Chara in command of the Court. And the legacy of Stravos reaping the benefits of both.";}
#claudia.cpname:before{content:"Claudia Nobilis Viatrix";}
#claudia.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Claudia Nobilis Viatrix, Birthed Daughter of Lord Claudius Nobilis Viatrix and Lady Erica Nobilis Cassia, Courtier of Roma";}
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#claudia.cpdesc1:before,#claudia .cpdesc1:before{content:"Claudia is widely considered to be one of the most striking women in the Romani Court. Having inherited her mother's stunning appearance and father's sharp mind, she is at once physically appealing and verbally stimulating to keep company with. What she lacks is her mother's compassionate and empathetic view of the world. Claudia is opinionated, stubborn and obstinate. She is rarely swayed on her decisions and has a chronic fear of failure and being proven wrong, digging in her heels whenever she is confronted with objection. On the occasions where she might be wrong or have behaved immorally, Claudia would rather continue to dig her own grave than admit her own folly.";}
#claudia.cpdesc2:before{content:"This is perhaps why she is so drawn to her lover Titus Nobilis Benedi. Titus treats Claudia as a goddess, praises that she can do no wrong, has no follies and generally inflates her ego for the sake of claiming her in bed. A scoundrel and blaggard at heart, Titus is equally charming to other women but returns to Claudia over and again, insisting that she is the only one to hold his heart. Whilst this womanising pattern sparks Claudia into a drama-laced fury, she forgives the man every time, for she subconsciously loves the emotional rollercoaster. In Claudia's mind, she is a vibrant and courageous woman who allows Titus to beg for the mercy of her attentions over and again. She cannot see that perhaps the truth is reversed and that she is the one being played as her lover takes as many women as he likes into his bedchamber.";}
#claudia.cpdesc3:before{content:"An additional complication to Claudia's great love are the plans laid out by her parents. As part of their negotiations in the north, Erica and Claudius have made arrangements with queen Risa of the Warsong tribe; arrangements that would see Claudia's hand given to her son Tallak. Reputation labels Tallak as a vicious and cruel fighter but devoted son and Risa makes grand promises that such adoration will extend to his future wife.";}
#claudia.cpdesc4:before{content:"Whilst Claudia is not always the most filial of daughters, she does love her father. Her mother, she often butts heads with simply due to their distinct differences in temperament. It is her father who Claudia fears disappointing, and she will go to great lengths to avoid doing so. This is what led Claudia to serve in the temples as a priestess of Venus, at Claudius’s suggestion. That being said, Claudia has zero interest in wedding a viking from the north and must now find a way out of these negotiations without dishonouring her sire. The answer, however, can surely wait a few weeks... for what better way to bind Titus to her more firmly than the threat and jealousy of another man?";}
#claudius.cpname:before{content:"Claudius Nobilis Viatrix";}
#claudius.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Imperia Claudius Nobilis Viatrix, Birthed Heir of Lord Theodosius Nobilis Viatrix and Alphona of Arretium, Senator of Roma";}
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#claudius.cpdesc1:before,#claudius .cpdesc1:before{content:"As leader of the House of Viatrix, Claudius works hard to push aside his scars -literal and psychological- for the sake of his people. For years he has walked the line of aggressive defender and fair pacifist with the celtic barbarians to the north of his lands. Back in his homestead, he is a devoted husband and father and brother to the cousin thought lost to the world. Despite his House being nearly bankrupted from his deals to keep war at bay, Claudius is greatly respected amongst the nobility of Roma and he has a vast network of courtiers willing to donate to the cause of peace.";}
#claudius.cpdesc2:before{content:"Claudius was born to a small but proud line of Roma nobility. His father Theodosius was a courageous warrior and noble leader of his house. His brother Maximus was significantly less so. The reputation carted around by Claudius' uncle was unsavoury to say the least and involved many scandalous tales. The more Maximus ran amok, picking fights, stealing women and adventuring to far off lands, the more Theodosius over-compensated, dragging his family name back into the light. Theodosius was a skilled warrior but an even more talented broker of peace and negotiation. He fought with the courage of a lion and always looked for the best way to save lives. He spoke passionately in the Parliamentum and brought wealth to the Viatrix line by marrying Alphona, daughter of an exceptionally successful merchant. He did everything right. And it was to this stellar, honourable lineage that Claudius was born.";}
#claudius.cpdesc3:before{content:"To make matters worse, Claudius was born an only child. His mother was not talented in the rearing of children and suffered multiple miscarriages and stillbirths both before and after Claudius' advent. Despite being sickly as a child, Claudius survived into adulthood. As the sole inheritor of the Viatrix name, Claudius sought glory. He enlisted in the military at fifteen and served for several years. When Claudius was twenty, he received the news that his beloved father -the man he was fighting to honour- was dead. Distracted by his grief, Claudius was lost in his next battle with the northern barbarians. Captured and tortured, Claudius was interrogated for knowledge on the Roma forces and southern terrain. He held out against his interrogators and was eventually returned to his people in exchange for a significant gold ransom.";}
#claudius.cpdesc4:before{content:"Claudius' old school friend Nero Nobilis Cassia was quick to offer Claudius a home in which to recover. Too broken to argue, Claudius accepted Nero's hospitality. Whilst he healed in the southern isles, a large portion of Viatrix lands was claimed by the northern insurgents. But Claudius gained as much as he lost. A year later, he returned to the north, not only in possession of good health once more, but with a wife at his side. Nero's younger sister Erica spent a year playing the beautiful nursemaid at Claudius' bedside. She bandaged his wounds, cared for his scars and held him through nightmares. Despite her youth, she was a mature and responsible young woman whom Claudius fell for quickly and completely. He could not resist seeking her hand from Nero and taking her back to his family home in the north, thankful that a woman of her value would fall for a man who was marred with scars all down the back of his body.";}
#claudius.cpdesc5:before{content:"Since returning to Viatrix lands, Erica and Claudius have continued to be a successful team. Learning from the memory of his father, Claudius has worked to put aside his torture by the Bearkings sippe and looks to make peace alliances elsewhere. Alliances that might return his lost lands. So far, with his wife at his side as translator, Claudius has successfully negotiated a large portion of the annexed territory back into his family's control. This has nearly bankrupted his family legacy but has also built strong lines of defence between Roma and the barbarian hordes of the north. An additional cost was the rescue of Gaellus.";}
#claudius.cpdesc6:before{content:"Four years ago, during a particularly challenging negotiation with the commanders of the Blacklock Hill sippe, a complication arose. A young man called Gaellus was brought before Claudius bound and beaten. Gaellus, the Ostmadr explained, had tried to win his liberty by claiming to be nobility: a son of the house of Viatrix. This was, through much discussion, eventually proven to be true. Gaellus was the son of Maximus, Claudius' wayward uncle whom he had assumed dead long ago. Whilst Maximus had perished many years before, Gaellus knew of his origin and had tried to claim it as a last-ditch attempt to save his life. Seeing himself in the beaten Gaellus, Claudius paid the desired ransom and took his cousin into the Viatrix family with arms outstretched. He has treated Gaellus as the brother he never had ever since.";}
#claudius.cpdesc7:before{content:"Despite lingering trauma from his torture in the north, Claudius now seeks to ensure a stronger and long-lasting peace between the Romani and the Ostmadr. To that end, Claudius seeks a betrothal between his eldest daughter Claudia and the Warsong prince Tallak. A negotiation that will blow up in his face if it is ever discovered that Claudia is perhaps a little too free with her affections...";}
#cyrene.cpname:before{content:"Cyrene of Nikolaos";}
#cyrene.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Cyrene of Nikolaos, Birthed Daughter of Dastros of Varónos Nikolaos and Ianthe of Varónos Nikolaos, Retainer of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#cyrene.cpdesc1:before,#cyrene .cpdesc1:before{content:"With a softer nature than her sister Dione, Cyrene has played her role as a quiet and –at first glance– insignificant middle child of the Nikolaos noble house. She is not overtly talented in one particular area like several of her siblings - be it art, scholarly pursuits or physical skills. Instead, she is a sort of jack of all trades, with careful resources at her fingertips and limited focus drawn her way. Instead of drawing attention like her sister or seeking adventure like her older brother, Cyrene has been left to find her own place in the world –one that she is still, as yet, unsure of.";}
#cyrene.cpdesc2:before{content:"In an effort to aid her daughter in finding such a place, Ianthe of Nikolaos has worked to secure a placement for Cyrene as retainer to Sera of Marikas, sister of the late King Minas. Now, Cyrene has a stronger foundation as she steps out into a Court she has always had access to but never felt comfortable in. For herself, this appointment permits her a little more purpose and therefore time before she might be 'assigned' to a marriage of benefit for the Nikolaos House. Giving her more time to work out exactly what she wants from life...";}
#cyrene.cpdesc3:before{content:"On a personal level, Cyrene is sweet and kind, compassion being one of our strongest attributes. Yet, beyond that, her knowledge of the world is limited to the academics she has been encouraged to study and the stories she had heard about Court. Widely knowledgeable as her mind absorbs gossip with an intellect hidden by her delicate manners, Cyrene is more capable and an informed courtier than one might think. If only she could learn to somehow utilise that for both herself and her family (a trait that would set her mother's mind at ease). And if only she could understand better why Lady Sera’s husband will not stop looking in her direction when he thinks no-one else is paying attention…?";}
#dafni.cpname:before{content:"Dafni of Leventi";}
#dafni.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Dafni of Dynasteía Leventi, Birthed Daughter of Lord Fotios of Dynasteía Leventi and Eirini of Vasiliádon, Courtier of Taengea, Hellas";}
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#dafni.cpdesc1:before,#dafni .cpdesc1:before{content:"With an intelligent eldest sister and another older sibling of great empathetic character, one might expect Dafni to be diligent: to seek to model herself on her relations and claim a place in the luxurious world of the Leventi. She has done no such thing. In fact, as far as Dafni is concerned, her birth as a Leventi entitles her to all that she desires without the need for effort or earning on her part. She is a Leventi. She is the height of all society and the princess to whom is owed all her heart's desires. In this way, Dafni has grown up very like her parents. Her ambitions are vast and her greed unending. She enjoys the finest of clothes, food, wine and music. She seeks jewels and expensive gifts from her relatives, suitors and friends. And she becomes severely put-out if such standards are not met.";}
#dafni.cpdesc2:before{content:"This is not to say, however, that Dafni is truly selfish. At her core, she is not an unkind person, nor is she cruel to others. It is true that her comments and attitude often result in offence or insult. But that was never their intention. Dafni has simply been raised to believe herself a pampered princess and does not look beyond that perception of the world. She is narrow-minded and self-focused but not truly selfish. When discovering another in need or in a dispute, Dafni is unlikely to help but more because she does not understand a world of suffering or how trials can be insurmountable, not because she thinks them undeserving. When presented with the topic of starvation or poor income, Dafni will simply not grasp how others have so little coin or cannot buy what they need.";}
#dafni.cpdesc3:before{content:"As Dafni is not particularly self-aware, any development in her character will eventually have to come from another or a circumstance forced upon her in a way she cannot ignore. For now, she has every intention of continuing to live her life as she sees fit, exactly as her mother does (or so she perceives). Indulging friends and tempting male suitors, Dafni loves to be the center of attention but is also personally innocent. No man has yet to see beneath her skirts and the idea of true commitment to a marriage or long-term friendship actually scares the young girl. Far better to keep all manner of people chasing and following in her wake, than to actually allow them to take hold and reveal just how shallow her personage and life truly is.";}
#dagan.cpname:before{content:"Dagan an'Kinsalla";}
#dagan.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Dagan of Kinsalla Bêlu, Birthed Son of Lord Angal Harburabi of Kinsalla Bêlu and Yaeeta of Babylon, Courtier of Babylonia";}
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#dagan.cpdesc1:before,#dagan .cpdesc1:before{content:"Dagan was the perfect son. Born strong and healthy, destined to become leader of the Kinsalla House, he was morphed and crafted into the finest heir his father could wish for. Such a blessed position was his for eleven years. Until the arrival of a new son and heir.";}
#dagan.cpdesc2:before{content:"In his childhood lessons, Dagan was a devout student. His mind was focused, his attention never wavering. He worked his head and body in equal measure and committed himself to surrendering any ideas of individuality in favour of becoming what his father wanted in a son. This consistent ambition and discipline was fed by two driving forces. One: his role as the sole, legitimate male in his father's House. And two: the shadow of an older, illegitimate child that could never be expunged.";}
#dagan.cpdesc3:before{content:"In any other family, Dagan would have had no cause for concern. Children born out of wedlock are of no consequence to those legitimately born and therefore less suited to the mantle of leadership. But instead, Dagan was born to a man too paternal for his own good, too adoring of his first love to let go. Since his birth, Dagan had been made aware of his “brother”. The boy his father could not stop visiting, the young man Harburabi could do nothing but praise. As far as Dagan was concerned, Vahash's illegitimacy was the only barrier that kept himself from fading into invisibility. Then the barrier was removed.";}
#dagan.cpdesc4:before{content:"When Dagan was eleven years old, his twenty-year old half-brother was registered in the family directory. Now an official Kinsalla, an adult and a man of exceptional skill, Vahash formed a shadow even larger than his six-foot-four frame would cast. A shadow so dark and intense that it swallowed Dagan whole. To make matters worse, Vahash seemed to have no intention of usurping Dagan's claim to his father's title. He bowed to Dagan's opinions, honoured Dagan's authority and generally treated him as the superior son. All whilst effortlessly surpassing Dagan in everything, including age. Ever since Vahash's appearance in his family home, Dagan has lived with a chip on his shoulder. A chip that saw him marrying the woman of his father's choosing, a chip that has him recommending Vahash for every dangerous military campaign available. And still Vahash returns safe and victorious.";}
#dagan.cpdesc5:before{content:"In his marriage, however, Dagan at least has an ally. Dakina is a fine woman who understands the respect and solidarity expected in a wife. She stands with Dagan in all his ambitions and, after his own sisters accepting Vahash, is the only person Dagan feels to be wholly in his corner. In private, they might discuss and disagree but in public Dakina is a supportive and faithful wife. The fact that they have yet to produce a child, making Dagan's succession all the more insecure, is the only frustration Dagan has with his spouse. But annoyance would multiply rather quickly if he was ever to discover that Dakina once held a torch for his oh-so-perfect half-brother...";}
#dagny.cpname:before{content:"Dagny Oldottir";}
#dagny.cptitle:before{content:"Her Einvalds, Dróttning Dagny Oldottir of the Firetongues Ostmaðr, Birthed Daughter of Kónungrson Oldin Ragnarson of the Northriver Ostmaðr and Eiginkona Sara, Royal of Ostjorð";}
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#dagny.cpdesc1:before,#dagny .cpdesc1:before{content:"Married off young, after the death of her mother, Dagny has conflicting emotions for her birth clan, the Northriver Sippe. From birth, she has always possessed a desperate longing for her father’s approval; a hunger that still exists today. But with adulthood has come a balancing reality; the realisation that her father is a cold-hearted man unlikely to give compassion to anyone. Whilst this realism does not diminish the emotional needs lingering from Dagny’s childhood, it has directed her focus for love elsewhere. In order to escape rejection and heartache, Dagny avoids direct contact with her sire, barring necessary interactions at folkmoots, and instead maintains a caring, if not close, relationship with her brother Reidar.";}
#dagny.cpdesc2:before{content:"Initially, Dagny’s devotion to her married family was an effort to gain approval from the man who had arranged the match –her father. She worked hard to build affection with her new husband, to create friendships with his siblings and uncles, and grew particularly close to Vigir’s youngest aunt: Revna, a powerful shieldmaiden of the clan. She applied her intellect and tactical brain to the art of wifedom, home making and soon learned the sword and shield herself. Such a woman gradually inspired affection and appreciation in her husband and their arrangement has since grown to one of deep respect and true love. By the time the marriage was inspiring such devotion in both parties, Dagny was no longer working to be the perfect wife, in order to be the perfect daughter. She had found her natural state, amidst the reciprocated respect and adoration of the Firetongues.";}
#dagny.cpdesc3:before{content:"Vigir and Dagny’s union is all the stronger from having been tested. The Firetongues are the sippe with the largest territories in the Anglo isles and, over the decades, revolts from the Saxon people have tested their numbers, lands and profits. One particularly bloody incident was a war lasting six months in 997 BC, in which the sippe’s fighting forces were decimated. This included the loss of several of Vigir’s nearest and dearest and almost claimed Dagny’s life from a war wound. After the calamity, the Firetongues territories in the isles were drawn back to a more manageable size and left under the supervision of a Jarl lord. Vigir, for his part, returned home with his wife to reaffirm their influence on the mainland and see Dagny recovered.";}
#dagny.cpdesc4:before{content:"Another area in which their union has been tested is the one arena in which Dagny has failed in her wifely duties: the production of children. Suffering multiple miscarriages throughout their marriage, as well as the stillbirth of a male heir, Dagny has managed to produce only one living offspring: a daughter. While this limitation is an obvious disappointment to both husband and wife, their suffering has only brought them closer together and increased their love for their daughter Maris. Vigir, in particular, is excessively protective of their child. Now that Dagny is approaching too old for even the hope of future pregnancy, and all other avenues of royal blood have died off, all eyes turn to Maris’s future wedding. Dagny holds great hope that her child will be as lucky as she was in her own arrangement, yet is completely unaware that Maris’ desires are not for men, but for a girl in the Warsong clan.";}
#dakina.cpname:before{content:"Dakina an'Kinsalla";}
#dakina.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Dakina of Kinsalla Bêlu, Courtier of Babylonia";}
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#dakina.cpdesc1:before,#dakina .cpdesc1:before{content:"Born to a wealthy and ambitious merchant, Dakina was destined for great things. Or, to be more specific, her marriage was destined to be great. Ever since she was old enough to be considering suitors, her father exposed Dakina to as many eligible men as possible. Like a calf up for auction, she was socially inspected, vetted and assessed by the most powerful men in the land and while there were several moments of interest, none satisfied Dakina's father and his own hopes for his in-laws.";}
#dakina.cpdesc2:before{content:"Until Dagan an'Kinsalla.";}
#dakina.cpdesc3:before{content:"During a trade negotiation with the House of Kinsalla, Drakoni brought his daughter Dakina as his guest, forcing her presence on the hospitality of the household. Befriended by Anunit, Dakina was welcomed back several times until Drakoni felt secure enough in the connection to venture the subject of marriage. He had, of course, no idea that his daughter was forming a secret attachment to Harburabi an'Kinsalla's eldest son, Vahash: the man who most of society's upper classes still viewed as an illegitimate bastard clinging to the strip of markings that now depicted his name in the household registry. Knowing that her affection would be discarded by her father, Dakina kept her feelings for Vahash a secret, admitting them only to her one confidante in life –her sister, Narseh.";}
#dakina.cpdesc4:before{content:"In their absence came a new contender for marriage: Vahash's legitimate brother Dagan. In such a betrothal, Dakina saw no issues. Born to the knowledge that she would have no control over who she might wed, to have a prospective husband as intelligent, handsome and ambitious as Dagan felt like a merciful blessing and, despite her affections lying elsewhere at the time, she dove into her union with Dagan whole-heartedly. Years later, Dakina sees Vahash as nothing more than a brother-in-law, for whom she had a passing fancy years ago and only maintains a strong friendship with the man. Replacing such youthful infatuations now is her husband; the man for whom Dakina feels loyalty, respect and an affection that is beginning to border on love. Dagan gives her a life of plenty, a home of luxury and loving that is at once passionate and satisfying.";}
#dakina.cpdesc5:before{content:"Dakina's life now consists of only two great disruptions. One is Dakina's sister, who has lived a life of such scandal that no man will touch her for a wife. With their parents now gone, Dakina is all Narseh has for protection against the cruelties of the world, and Dagan has permitted Narseh to live under their roof. Instead of showing gratitude, however, Narseh seems to be doing all she can to unseat Dakina's happy life and live as wayward of an existence as she did before.";}
#dakina.cpdesc6:before{content:"The second and more disturbing disruption is Dagan's obsessive ambition to beat out a half-brother. In the face of Dagan's inferiority complex, Dakina is sympathetic and supportive. In public she defends and aids her husband in all that he does and behind closed doors she attempts to reason with him, to help him see that Vahash isn't even playing the rivalry game. So far, all of Dakina's efforts to make Dagan relinquish the heavy chip on his shoulder have fallen on deaf ears but she has a stronger character than most give her credit for and so continues to try. In recent years, she fears her efforts have been truly in vain, as Dagan's focus is becoming all consuming and starting to severely damage their union. Despite constant attempts since their wedding, Dakina has failed to become pregnant. And Dagan's need to beat his brother translates into a need for a son. This pressure is beginning to impede on their happiness, not to mention their marital bed: the acts of which are starting to drift into desperate and occasionally nonconsensual (on Dakina's part) compulsions. Just how can Dakina make her husband see that his obsession is not only killing him and their marriage but also the respect and affection she has been bearing him these last ten years?";}
#danae.cpname:before{content:"Danae of Stravos";}
#danae.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Danae of Dynasteía Stravos, Birthed Daughter of Lord Keikelius of Dynasteía Stravos and Basilem Circenia of Dynasteía Xanthos, Courtier of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#danae.cpdesc1:before,#danae .cpdesc1:before{content:"At only sixteen years of age, Danae of Stravos has a way to go in the world. Both in terms of how she is presented to it, and seen by others, and in how she views herself. Yet, the raw material she was born with is looking very promising.";}
#danae.cpdesc2:before{content:"Wildly intelligent, with a shrewd and calculating mind, Danae has more sense than both of her siblings combined. Barring her sweet beauty, Danae has inherited far more from Keikelius than her mother. An avid learner, ambitious and greedy for success, she is smart enough to use her nubile, innocent appearance to con those she wants something from. Already a rebellious little entrepreneur, gambler and economist, Danae is close to her father and desperately seeks his approval in all that she does. Remaining at his side, witnessing him conduct the family business is more enthralling for Danae than any past-time.";}
#danae.cpdesc3:before{content:"Since she was very young, Keikelius has doted on Danae and enjoyed her attention, not to mention her natural skill for accounting and money-management. After an eldest daughter with no interest in money besides how quickly she can spend it and a son without a lick of serious application, Danae has been a breath of fresh air for Keikelius and he regularly laments that she was not born as his son. This special bond, however, is now being tested. At sixteen, Danae can now be matched and married, her mother intent on the girl taking her role in society and performing the tasks of a fine lady, not a scribe. Danae resists these plans with vehement force but her mother's pushiness is less hurtful to her than the betrayal of Keikelius agreeing with his wife...";}
#daniil.cpname:before{content:"Daniil of Marikas";}
#daniil.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Daniil of Dynasteía Marikas, Birthed Daughter of Lord Pavlos of Dynasteía Marikas and Basilem Sera of Dynasteía Xanthos, Courtier of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#daniil.cpdesc1:before,#daniil .cpdesc1:before{content:"Pavlos of Marikas wanted sons. Sons to continue his line and name. His entire life has been built around the 'perfection' of what it means to be a Head of House to the name of Marikas and he needs a son to pass such a legacy down to. The fact that his wife, Sera, has failed to produce one is seeing his dreams start to crumble and his state of mind come unstitched at the seams. All three of Pavlos' daughters are highly aware that they are disappointments in the eyes of their father and each have attempted to find his love in their own way. Agathe has followed in his political steps, using her femininity like a social weapon and attempting to amass a power that their father might respect. Elena turns to her mother for guidance and works to become a lady of kind distinction; one of maturity and social respect. Daniil has seen the apparent failure of both of these tactics and has taken her life in a different direction.";}
#daniil.cpdesc2:before{content:"Daniil was always an unfeminine girl. Considered unattractive as a child against the beautiful Agathe and sweetly pretty Elena, Daniil gave up trying to compare herself, leaning in to what she enjoyed, what she was good at. Such hobbies were horse-riding, archery and, eventually, sword play. By the time Daniil, the third girl, was born, Pavlos had lost interest in whether or not this new daughter was educated as a lady should be. So long as she did not insult the name of Marikas or make a scandal of herself, she was permitted to pursue what she wanted. Now, as a grown woman, Daniil is incredibly masculine in her pursuits. Though tutorship for ladies in martial fighting is limited, Daniil has mastered skills as far as she has been able to find teachers of them. She continues to wear the shorter tunics and chitons of a young girl, instead of the full-length garments appropriate for a grown lady, because they are easier to move in. Her hair is kept short for a girl and tied back with little adornment. She refuses to wear the poultices or powders favoured by other women and has minimal jewellery to her name. In a lot of ways, Daniil has subconsciously become the son she knows her father always wanted. Yet, she is female.";}
#daniil.cpdesc3:before{content:"This contradiction is now coming to a head. As a woman of marriageable age and access to Court, Daniil's refusal to become more ladylike is now a problem. Not only is she unlikely to attract a husband in her current state, but her lack of social skills with the fine ladies of Court is starting to affect the reputation of the household. And that, Pavlos cannot allow. On top of this, Daniil is left with a conflict within herself. If being female is a position in society that she has no skill or desire to hold, is she truly female? Are her skills in fighting a sign from the Gods of a different path for her life? And what of the fact that she has yet to feel any sexual attraction towards men. Or to women. Is she devoid of feelings? Will the feelings come? And, if so, for which gender? In a world of strict rules and expectations, Daniil's role, place and identity are entirely up in the air.";}
#daniil.cpdesc4:before{content:"Internal conflict leads to external grumpiness and Daniil's temper is becoming shorter by the day. Why is it that no-one can notice the patience, resilience and dedication she has put into her own talents? Why should they be discarded out of hand so easily? A lack of attention has borne a personal pride in Daniil that gives her a high-and-mighty attitude to mask her fragile ego. She is defiant in her lack of social conformity to all but her father; in front of whom, she is still that trembling little girl, desperate for love.";}
#daniya.cpname:before{content:"Daniya al'Kushiq";}
#daniya.cptitle:before{content:"Her Highness, Amiira Daniya of Bêl' Kushiq, Birthed Daughter of Tartēnu Munirsuarta of Bêl' Kushiq and Caillie of Aleppo, Royal of Assyria";}
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#daniya.cpdesc1:before,#daniya .cpdesc1:before{content:"As the youngest of three children, Daniya had to be loud to be heard. And she was. As a child, Daniya was contrary and flittered between personalities on the spin of a coin. When presented with strangers, she was shy, retiring and would hide behind any child or adult large enough to mask her petite frame. When in the company of those she liked, however, she was wildly social, chatty and inquisitive. Though she lacked the proactive drive of her older sister, Daniya was intelligent and excelled in her lessons, like her siblings before her. This was less prompted by an academic spirit and more for her love of stories and reading. Daniya absorbed tomes, papers and scrolls with a voracious appetite and loved family excursions to the temples where such treasures were written and kept.";}
#daniya.cpdesc2:before{content:"Her love of literature naturally developed into a love of scripture and Daniya has become an active member of Assur's temple organisation. As an unofficial part of the governing body of all the temples within the capital city, Daniya has access to the private quarters of every temple structure (aside from those barred specifically to women) and is well-respected in the different priestess and priest groups. Already training to become a priestess herself, Daniya occasionally dabbles with the ambition to become a High Priestess of her own temple, but she is far too focused in the here and now to truly plan for the future. For now, she is content with her busy, social life amongst the priesthoods and her regal courtier duties as a princess. Daniya admires her sister's fortitude even whilst inwardly cringing at Caifa's less suitable public rebuttals of tradition. For herself, she keeps a more demure and elegant presentation to strangers. In the privacy of their quarters in the palace, however, she is just as hot-headed and opinionated as her siblings.";}
#daniya.cpdesc3:before{content:"When it comes to their brother's injuries, Caifa is a woman of dogmatic practically, whilst Daniya embodies eternal, baseless optimism. Her faith in the gods inspires her to hope for Izkhaq's eventual recovery. To this end, she spends even more of her time in the temples nowadays, laying gifts, carrying out rituals and reading deeper and deeper into the tomes of more creative and obscure practices of faith...";}
#daniya.cpdesc4:before{content:"When it comes to the everyday, Daniya prefers to dress in muted tones, keeping her confidence behind a watchful, thoughtful facade. Her care in public forums and genuine sincerity to those she meets has made her a favourite at public gatherings, particularly with the older generation of women who all happen to have sons of marriageable age that Daniya just has to meet…";}
#dastros.cpname:before{content:"Dastros of Nikolaos";}
#dastros.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Varónos Dastros of Varónos Nikolaos, Birthed Heir of Varónos Calix of Varónos Nikolaos and Adara of Athenia, Senator of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#dastros.cpdesc1:before,#dastros .cpdesc1:before{content:"Like his brother, Dastros was raised within a familial culture that encouraged fairness, efficiency, empathy and diplomacy. As he grew older, his brother was given lessons in business while Dastros was directed towards law, readying him for the day when he would take over as Varónos of Magnestis. The two brothers were often heralded in the area as sturdy, commendable sort of men but unlikely to cause any form of gossip-worthy scandal or interesting tale. In short, they were dependable but boring.";}
#dastros.cpdesc2:before{content:"Their lives, however, soon took a turn, as both boys married within a year of one another - Stanos through an arranged union and Dastros through love. Ianthe was the head serving girl for Stanos' new bride Myrine. Many commented that a union with a servant would only hinder Dastros’ future position in Court but, as time would tell, rank had no effect on the value of each wife. While Myrine was discovered to be a meek and quiet young woman, useless in politics or business beyond the money her merchant family brought to the match, Ianthe turned out to be a strong-willed individual, eager to learn and quick to develop the skills of an elegant lady. Before the birth of her first daughter, Ianthe had already made a promising start for herself as a courtier, on the arm of her well-respected husband.";}
#dastros.cpdesc3:before{content:"Along with falling for a surprisingly suitable wife, Dastros has also made a name for himself within the Athenian Court as a level-headed, clear and decisive man who is able to balance the understanding of the legal word with the comprehension of human emotion. A man who never raised his voice or demanded attention, he has become a baron highly sought by his subordinates or peers when a mediatory voice is needed. Many have quoted that his encyclopaedic knowledge of Athenian law and his objective mindset would make him a worthy Master of Law after the retirement of Panos of Marikas, but for that Dastros would have to have personal ambition. Instead he is a man who loves his family and duty too much to remove himself from their leadership.";}
#dastros.cpdesc4:before{content:"With regards to his family, Dastros loves all his children, but his calm demeanour can sometimes be translated as lack of interest. His eldest son has an adventurous spirit that Dastros encourages but does not share and, as his two eldest daughters have grown and become more involved with the gossip and politics of the court, he has lost common ground with each of them as common gender roles are established. With his younger children, Dastros still has a simple father-child relationship that he is more familiar with (though Castor now reaches an age where his brother is more his hero than his father) and the sweet temperament and artistic side of Rene has caused her to become a soft spot for Dastros. Slightly detached Dastros may seem, but his love for his children is strong; simply expressed differently with each of them. Similar to this, Dastros shares a strong, respectful and trusting relationship with Ianthe that does not need the pomp and circumstance of public affection and grand displays of passion. Instead, the couple save their intimacies behind closed doors and enjoy, just as much, their powerful friendship in the daylight hours.";}
#davii.cpname:before{content:"Davii of Moshehh";}
#davii.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Davii of Moshehh, Birthed Son of Moshehh of Seth and Eleora of Reeva, Courtier of Phoenicia";}
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#davii.cpdesc1:before,#davii .cpdesc1:before{content:"The carbon copy of his father Moshehh, Davii is calm, collected and a considerate speaker and businessman. Already in charge of a significant portion of Moab's docks and responsible for the overseeing of the trade arrangements and tax payments, Davii has earned the respect and acceptance of the sailors, tradesmen and merchants of the city. The diplomat of the family and the natural choice in temperament to take over his father's responsibilities as Mahnheeg, Davii is frustrated that he has two older brothers less suited for the role of leader before his claim. Due to a traumatic childhood experience, Davii has a fear of the open water. He manages his business securely from the docks, refusing to step aboard any of the vessels of his alliances.";}
#davii.cpdesc2:before{content:"When he was four years old, Moshehh took his three sons to the docklands of Moab so that they might appreciate the trade foundation upon which their city was built. An accident saw Davii trapped under the dock walkways, for over ten minutes. A terrifying experience for a boy who could not swim and had to hold onto the wooden planks over his head by his fingernails. After being rescued, Davii would not go anywhere near the water's edge. As the years have passed, he has adjusted and managed to walk along the wooden passages, so long as he does not look down and breathes through his nose to abate the nausea. But he will not get on a ship. Ever. Anything upon the water that rolls with the tide will send Davii into a full-scale panic attack.";}
#davii.cpdesc3:before{content:"Whilst Davii has been forced to confront his fears to a point because of Moab's strong connections with maritime trade, he finds himself much more comfortable on solid ground, where he can manage matters from his study. After his near death experience, Davii has several hang-ups regarding control over his life and enjoys keeping fit and strong through learning the art of swordplay. Whilst he would never actually wish to exert violence upon anyone, his friendship with a retired blacksmith in the area has led to him becoming proficient with a blade. Equally, Davii seeks comfort and order through his faith, in which he is more devout than his brothers, and will often preach the ways of the temple whenever his siblings start to wane in their dedications.";}
#davitah.cpname:before{content:"Davitah of Selima";}
#davitah.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Davitah of Selima, Birthed Daughter of Simeon of Nissim and Selima of Senna, Courtier of Phoenicia";}
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#davitah.cpdesc1:before,#davitah .cpdesc1:before{content:"Davitah is a smart and shrewd woman. Very much taking after her mother in her resilience and strength of will, Davitah combines this with her father’s bold outspokenness. Davitah’s confidence and courage is misplaced in a woman, and she often turns heads with her social impropriety: such as speaking her opinions out loud and refusing to cower before the more powerful sex. Luckily, over the years, Davitah has learned to bite her tongue at least half the times it threatens to run away with her, so neighbourly disapproval has never strayed into outright ostracisation.";}
#davitah.cpdesc2:before{content:"Like her mother before her, Davitah was a curious and social child. She was the first to ask inappropriate questions and the last to concede in any debate, from serious topics to unimportant squabbles. Like a dog with a bone, Davitah has never known the meaning of the word “surrender”, which is perhaps why her skills in foreign languages have grown to a height of Phoenician renown. Despite her sex, Davitah is often called to Mahnheeg meetings if ever a foreign ambassador or messenger is in attendance. As the daughter of the greatly respected Simeon, her gender is cautiously overlooked by a Council who trust in her skills as a translator, whilst later whispering behind their hands that such responsibilities will only encourage Davitah’s unladylike character. Such meets bring Davitah into the orbit of Karmel of Tirzah, with whom she is great friends, and Zevah and Yonita of the House of Barak, whom she greatly admires, envious of both their power and quiet elegance.";}
#davitah.cpdesc3:before{content:"At home, Davitah is very close with her mother despite their entirely different temperaments. She openly dislikes (yet suffers the presence of) Katriel, whom she believes deceived her brother into marriage and she loves and teases Abir himself in equal measure. To Livana, Katriel is a doting aunt and fierce defender. The only individual (man or woman) for whom Davitah holds any fear is her father. Growing up beneath a looming shadow who expected nothing but the highest standard in all things helped to build Davitah’s ambition. But it also left a tender vulnerability at her core: a voice that barks how she will never be good enough.";}
#davitah.cpdesc4:before{content:"That voice has only grown louder in recent years, now that Davitah is past her prime for marriage and has yet to secure a suitor. As a beautiful woman should, Davitah has been pursued by several possible spouses over the years but all have been neck deep in their culture’s normalcies. As a woman who yearns to make something more of her life and hold a power not permitted to her gender, Davitah has thus far found it impossible to choose a man who cannot respect her wayward, unorthodox spirit. Of course, the lesser evil of a disapproving husband might be becoming a necessary sacrifice. For soon, Simeon will take the decision from Davitah’s hands entirely and choose a match for her.";}
#davitah.cpdesc5:before{content:"Having witnessed the obvious manipulation of her brother at the hands of Katriel, Davitah is cautious and distrusting of any hard and fast connections with strong emotions. In her experience, the heart cannot be trusted. The head is much sturdier. To that end, Davitah now approaches her future as a game table. She must be faster than her father and craftier than her future husband. If she is to survive bending to the constraints of her culture she must do it on her terms. Or throw true caution to the wind and shrug them off entirely. But just what would that do to the Meier legacy?";}
#delia.cpname:before{content:"Delia of Thesnia";}
#delia.cptitle:before{content:"Delia of Thesnia, Acolyte of Set’s Tempest, Performer of K’m’t";}
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#delia.cpdesc1:before,#delia .cpdesc1:before{content:"A tragic fire took the lives of Delia’s parents at the age of sixteen. She was left in the streets to fend for herself. Delia had been used to a life of luxury, her father being a wealthy merchant that doted on her and her mother. Now she had nothing but her beauty and a fire in her belly to fight for more. She found more in a man, who saved her from the streets of Thesnia. He clothed her, and cared for her, and Delia found herself falling for his kindness. She married him and expected life to be happy and her to be safe. However once the knot was tied, she saw the man whom she married was nothing but a monster in disguise. He beat her, raped her, and made her wish that she had died in the fire that took her parents’ life. Delia found her will weakening, and she prayed to the various gods for intervention.";}
#delia.cpdesc2:before{content:"But the gods never heard her call, and Delia realised if something was to be done it would have to be done by her own hand. And so, just as fire had taken her parents, she would use fire to take back her life. Brown eyes reflected the light of smouldering embers… Her husband burned, and as the once billowing flame diminished to ash, Delia’s life started anew for the second time. She got on a ship bound for K’m’t and never looked back.";}
#delia.cpdesc3:before{content:"At nineteen, Delia found herself at a circus. Set’s Tempest, helmed by Somgi of Cairo, was a place of mysticism and wonder. And there she saw it, the flame that called to her spirit. Like a moth, she was drawn in. And Somgi took notice of Delia, and gave her a home.";}
#delia.cpdesc4:before{content:"She studied fire dancing, and when her teacher retired Delia took her place, becoming one of the clique acrobats, captivating the audience with her flame. As years went on, more secrets unravelled, and Delia learned of the cult hidden beneath the circus’ fold. Delia took a nurturing role within that cult. Where the children being indoctrinated might learn to fear Somgi or later Hamidi, Delia gave them a warm embrace. She became a caring touch in the process, bringing a sense of security to the children of the circus. She listens to their secrets and should any prove dangerous, reports to the ringmaster so the problem can be swiftly dealt with. In this sense, Delia is a protector at her core, second to the children at her knee and first to the cult that she calls home.";}
#dexios.cpname:before{content:"Dexios of Vlahakis";}
#dexios.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Varónos Dexios of Varónos Vlahakis, Birthed Heir of Varónos Crixius of Varónos Vlahakis and Vayla of Almosis, Senator of Colchis, Hellas";}
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#dexios.cpdesc1:before,#dexios .cpdesc1:before{content:"Originally a family of boat builders and suppliers to the fishing trade (nets, crates, equipment), the family that is now known as noble was only dubbed Vlahakis and escalated to the upper levels of society by Dexios' father. A third son to his merchant parents, Crixius rebuked the life of a skilled fisherman and financier and joined the Colchian military during one of their expeditions to the East. It was there that Fate intervened, threatening the life of a young soldier who turned out to be the future King Silas, who Crixius saved in the heart of battle. In thanks, Crixius was given a title of nobility and the Vlahakis family was born directly from the belief that, while there is no shame in a solid and dependable life of craft, ambition and glory can only truly be sought through strength and battle. It is this mentality upon which Dexios was raised.";}
#dexios.cpdesc2:before{content:"Despite being born with a weak immune system and slim frame, Dexios was an avid, hardworking, and above all smart fighter in the Colchian forces, his official position Captain of his Almosis unit The Siren’s Call. Never to possess the appearance, physical strength or impressive carriage of a powerful man, Dexios has, during his lifetime, ensured the respect and steady growth of Vlahakis but not the grand immensity of glory he so desires. In some ways, he blames the body he was born with and holds a secret, burning rage of injustice against the Gods for it.";}
#dexios.cpdesc3:before{content:"At the birth of his first child, Dexios was further convinced that he had been in some way cursed to fail in expanding his father's triumphs as he was blessed with two sons only to have one clearly marked by evil. Whilst one of the babes was healthy, pink and plump, with exuberant lungs, the other was smaller, paler and possessed a dark birthmark over the left side of his chest; directly over his heart. It took nearly a minute for the second babe to cry, as if he were deceased at birth (or so the physician said) before reclaiming his life in his first breaths. To make matters worse, the child fitted and spasmed as if possessed. Panicked at the future a cursed child would bring to their lives, Dexios and Rhene sought to protect their healthy second-born child by destroying their first. His wife's maternal love was all that stopped Dexios from ordering the babe's death and, instead, had the child taken in by a local family who had lost their own baby to stillbirth only two days before.";}
#dexios.cpdesc4:before{content:"No-one was to know of the switch. As a bribe for their silence, Dexios hired the family that now raised his secret son so that they could live in decent accommodation in the groundskeeper’s home on the Vlahakis property. Since the twins' birth, Dexios has placed great pressure on the kept son, Lazaros, in order to see him succeed and prove their early decision just. That pressure only increased when his two other children turned out to be daughters. Dexios loves his girls but, as a man of great frustration and masculine drive, he knows little of how to deal or communicate with them and, as such, has a respectful and proprietary role in their lives; leaving the personal and emotional side of things to his wife. In essence, Dexios is an intelligent and shrewd man whose frequent bouts of illness never dull his sense of deserving or his desire to see the Vlahakis name soar ever higher – but only through fair and just means wherever possible.";}
#dinorah.cpname:before{content:"Dinorah of Rechavia";}
#dinorah.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Dinorah of Rechavia, Courtier of Phoenicia";}
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#dinorah.cpdesc1:before,#dinorah .cpdesc1:before{content:"Dinorah is no fool. A woman who knows exactly what she wants and how to get it, Dinorah spotted the adoring eyes of Rechavia from a mile away. Initially attracted to his power and hedonistic delights in life, it has been some years since Dinorah has held anything but frustrated resignation for her husband's doting and clinging love. A woman apathetic towards a marriage in which she had not expected drollness to be its only positive, Dinorah is particularly frustrated with her lack of male offspring, determined that it must be her husband's lack of masculine dominance that has provided her with three beautiful, but not altogether useful, daughters. With her eyes on the prize of Mahnheeg, Dinorah is far from resigned to her fate as a simpering fools wife...";}
#dinorah.cpdesc2:before,#dinorah .cpdesc2:before{content:"Growing up, Dinorah had nothing. Her mother a seamstress of shrouds and her father a ditch digger, Dinorah's world orbited death; a constant reminder of how short life can be. Witnessing the upper class lives of those in central Ammun and covetting that comfort and security for herself, Dinorah turned her determination to higher planes of ambition than her parents could ever dream of. Working as a servant in an apothecary, Dinorah learned the secrets of youth and skin care. She became adept at appearing wealthier than she was and presenting herself in a very particular manner. She learned the art of powders and tempting scents. In short: she learned the art of seduction.";}
#dinorah.cpdesc3:before,#dinorah .cpdesc3:before{content:"Her target was easy enough to discover, for he came on begging knee. Rechavia adored Dinorah and Dinorah played the part he adored: a demure and considerate woman of enticing hidden secrets. But Dinorah was obstinate. She would be in Rechavia's home before he was in her bed. As was right and proper. Once married, Dinorah never again wondered what happened to her parents. She also discovered that sex, like any other skill, is one to be perfected. And fearing her husband would lose interest in her lack of experience, Dinorah set out to learn. To this day, she has no idea if her husband is truly the father of her first daughter Bathsheba.";}
#dinorah.cpdesc4:before,#dinorah .cpdesc4:before{content:"Dinorah's dabbles in adultery, however, were short lived. She was a quick study and men were surprisingly simple. She excelled in her marital bed chamber and kept Rechavia as adoring as ever. Enough so that she could begin to show her true colours. Taking over Rechavia's house took a few years but the conversion was absolute and permanent. Dinorah has ruled over the bayith, and her husband, for decades and plies him with another alcohol and fun-loving distraction that he has yet to truly notice the power differential. Now in the inner circle of Ammun's most powerful men, Dinorah sets her sights on the true goal: the seat of ultimate authority. She will have her husband as Mahnheeg for Ammun if it is the last thing she does. And to truly seal her victory she will have a son to take the title next. But to do that her pathetic husband needs to give her such a child. At her age, Dinorah fights for one final pregnancy. If such plans fail, she will simply have to ensure that her daughters soon marry and create a grandson to inherit their father's position. Something that should not be too difficult, particularly when it comes to Bathsheba's great beauty. A beauty that Dinorah resents for slowly outshining her own...";}
#diomedes.cpname:before{content:"Diomedes of Magnestis";}
#diomedes.cptitle:before{content:"Diomedes of Magnestis, Captain of the Athenian Guard, Militant of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#diomedes.cpdesc1:before,#diomedes .cpdesc1:before{content:"The only child of Stanos and Myrine to be born living and survive into adulthood, Diomedes' youth was full of overbearing servants and fearful parents. Sickly as an infant, Diomedes has long since left his more pallid days behind him. As an adult, he is a capable, strapping young man with keen reflexes and muscles for days.";}
#diomedes.cpdesc2:before{content:"Being born related to nobility, but not noble himself, bore in Diomedes a desire to achieve. Although he tried to learn the art of business from his father, numbers and economics have always bored him into fatigue. Instead, Diomedes loves the excitement and adrenaline of the militia. Not to mention the sense of pride and honour that comes with seeing one’s duty done, and done well. His early exposure to the ways of money and trade leant itself to the style of tactics and field machinations.";}
#diomedes.cpdesc3:before{content:"When it became obvious that Diomedes’ love did not lie in the portside trading of the Nikolaos’ merchant roots, his father sent him to stay with his cousins in the capital. There, Diomedes set forth on his own path and has worked up to the position of Captain of the Athenian Guard. This makes him the highest authority within the city and in personal charge of the royal palace’s employment of guards and military attendants. Such a position brings power and prestige to the Nikolaos name, even as Diomedes does not carry it himself. In this, Diomedes derives great happiness and satisfaction.";}
#diomedes.cpdesc4:before{content:"Such success, however, does leave behind a void: a void of who will lead the trading side of the Nikolaos House and ensure their continuing wealth and prosperity after Stanos passes? Diomedes can only hope that one of his cousins will be willing to take on such a task, for he would be loath to abandon his highly coveted and well-earned position in the Guard for the sake of his filial obligations.";}
#dion.cpname:before{content:"Dion of Kotas";}
#dion.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Dion of Dynasteía Kotas, Birthed Heir of Basilu Zanon of Dynasteía Kotas and Lady Evras of Dynasteía Thanasi, Courtier of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#dion.cpdesc1:before,#dion .cpdesc1:before{content:"Almost born out of wedlock, Dion’s advent to the world caused a great flurry and scandal. Since then, however, the obvious love borne between his parents and the continuing success of their marriage has reduced gossip and seen Dion raised away from derogatory comments or suspicious stares. He is, in fact, almost oblivious to the cautionary history of his parents’ torrid affair.";}
#dion.cpdesc2:before{content:"In the place of scandal was only love. Love from his parents, his uncles, his aunt and grandparents. The devotion shown to Dion by the Kotas is rivalled only by that he is given by the Thanasi for, though he belongs to the house of their enemies, the Thanasi see Dion as their own. A Thanasi in the enemy camp who must be regularly rescued from too much Kotas influence.";}
#dion.cpdesc3:before{content:"Being surrounded by such love beneath which lies a sub-text of political rivalry, however, seems to have ill-affected Dion’s temperament. Always a sensitive and emotive child, Dion is now approaching adulthood and still behaves younger than his years. His emotions are felt intensely, often leading to screams of fright, joyous whoops of excitement or full blown tears. Self-containment and self-discipline are impossible for Dion. And in a house where stoic strength is revered, this puts Dion in an awkward position. Despite the love his kin bear him, several of his relatives (including his father) are struggling to connect with Dion’s raw and sensitive worldview. In the house of Kotas, only his uncle Silas seems to truly reach him on his level. And his grandfather Tython is an oddly calming presence to be around. In the Thanasi household, Dion is coddled and encouraged to feel what he feels, their self-centred ethics more in line with Dion’s tantrums and emotions. It is the Thanasi, and Evras by extension, that Zanon regularly blames for his son’s extremes in temperament.";}
#dion.cpdesc4:before{content:"When kept calm, Dion is a smart and friendly boy. He makes friends easily and is close with the Eliades twins Aras and Babis. He is a mommas-boy who also desperately wants to impress his father and he loves being doted on by his powerful Kotas uncles. He also cherishes the archery lessons he shared with his uncle Mihail and books he reads with Dionysios on his healthier days. Dion is the apple of everyone’s eye, despite his difficult emotional states but with recent difficulties between his parents, Dion’s drawbacks are becoming harder to ignore. Fights and tension between Evras and Zanon, and between the families as Zanon begins to disrespect his wife with extramarital affairs are only sending Dion more off balance. And now his father is talking of sending him to the mines?!";}
#dione.cpname:before{content:"Dione of Nikolaos";}
#dione.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Dione of Varónos Nikolaos, Birthed Daughter of Lord Dastros of Varónos Nikolaos and Ianthe of Magnestis, Courtier of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#dione.cpdesc1:before,#dione .cpdesc1:before{content:"Pretty and eloquent in the Athenian court, Dione has taken her mother's lessons on board and ran with them. A skilled communicator, an elegant woman of taste and refinement, she is a prized daughter of the Nikolaos household politically. With little interest in the legal or more specific details of politics, Dione instead shines in her management of people, taking on her father’s skill of mediation and social flattery. Her father acknowledges this, yet leaves this skill to be developed by the hands of his wife, for the female dominated Court is not his forte.";}
#dione.cpdesc2:before{content:"This disregard aside, Dione has strong emotional ties with her family, enjoys the artwork Rene loves to create and the fun and the music so dear to Hyla. She was also particularly close to her mother during her childhood and is a faithful correspondent to her brother Adrestus while he’s away at sea. As time has passed, however, it has become obvious to Dione the limitations of her name. With her family nobility but not royalty, she seeks the recognition that she believes her courtly efforts deserve; that which seems reserved for those of royal blood. ";}
#dione.cpdesc3:before{content:"Working her way into the friendship circles of those like Agathe of Marikas and Chara of Stravos, Dione strives to continue her path of progression through Court. This aspiration has given a touch of arrogance to her demeanour and frustrations with younger siblings whose lack of presence in society draws back upon her own achievements. Now of an age where she is a secure woman in her own right, Dione shucks the advice of the mother who has gotten her this far, and sees Ianthe as sweetly graceful and ladylike, but too gentle to aspire to higher goals. Ianthe's warnings that those who fly too close to the sun risk a hard descent fall on deaf ears. For Dione believes herself a success, and sees the path before her as assuredly golden.";}
#dionysios.cpname:before{content:"Dionysios of Thanasi";}
#dionysios.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Dionysios of Dynasteía Thanasi, Birthed Heir of Lord Dion of Dynasteía Thanasi and Vidana of Midas, Senator of Colchis, Hellas";}
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#dionysios.cpdesc1:before,#dionysios .cpdesc1:before{content:"Born to a legacy instead of parents and a name instead of a family, it is unsurprising that, to Dionysios, the word ‘Thanasi’ is a sacred and solemn vow of fealty. One of the oldest names in the Colchian histories, the Thanasi have been crown-adjacent for several generations and burn with the bitterness of discontent. And Dionysios is the patriarch of this discontent; the leading figurehead of spiteful pride and a blood feud vendetta.";}
#dionysios.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a child, Dionysios was taught to think, not to feel. Raised by servants and slaves, there was no one to tutor him on how to manage his emotions, to empathise with others or to feel sympathy for the imbalance of opportunity in the world. Instead, Dionysios’ most learned lesson was one of reality. The cold hard facts that people fall on a hierarchy. And that such a ladder, with enough effort and power, can be conquered. To that end, Dionysios had set his life’s ambition: to take whatever he wants without mercy.";}
#dionysios.cpdesc3:before{content:"For over seven decades, Dionysios has looked at the world as an enemy. Something to be beaten into submission so that he can take all that he desires and (therefore) deserves. Like a viper waiting for the right moment to strike, Dionysios works through political machinations and underhanded dealings. His venom is most reserved for those who appear to be handed all that they wish for without effort: people like the crowned and enthroned Kotas family who not only have the benefit of a regal title but all the luck in the world that so many soldier sons still stand fit for duty. In the Kotas, Dionysios sees his eternal enemy and his only path to a crown. For so many years, he’s been forced to play nice on the surface and direct every weapon he possesses towards the Kotas’ downfall in the background.";}
#dionysios.cpdesc4:before{content:"But lately, such efforts have been less subtle. Still a wickedly intelligent man, able to compose Machiavellian schemes as a virtuoso does a symphony… Dionysios now finds himself occasionally forgetful. Blank moments in his memory see him frustrated, and frustration lets loose his rage. Never having been taught to moderate, Dionysios still wants what he wants, and now woe betide anyone who stands in his way. Without a true understanding of dementia, no-one knows what is happening to the Thanasi patriarch’s mind. Least of all himself. All Dionysios knows is that his most cherished possession – his intellect – is at risk. And he’ll be damned if he does not see his ambitions fulfilled before it is gone forever.";}
#domicus.cpname:before{content:"Domicus Nobilis Evander";}
#domicus.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Imperia Domicus Nobilis Evander, Birthed Heir of Lord Gavrius Nobilis Evander and Regina of Syracuse, Senator of Roma";}
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#domicus.cpdesc1:before,#domicus .cpdesc1:before{content:"Domicus is not a failure as a father. He has worked hard over the years to instil in his children maturity, responsibility and joy. Yet, to look at his brood of offspring, one might wonder just how effective his lessons ever were. Of this, Domicus is highly aware, fearing that his wild and spirited children are the result of his own weaknesses and past mistakes...";}
#domicus.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a young man, Domicus knew his place in life. The only child of a sole surviving son, he was raised with a keen awareness of his duty as heir to the Evander name. He would have to learn, and learn quickly. He would have to marry, and marry well. She would need to produce children, preferably boys. And he would have to stand with his head held high in the Parliamentum, no matter the exhaustion that came with raising an entire House upon one's shoulders. Domicus did it all.";}
#domicus.cpdesc3:before{content:"A skilled tradesman and charismatic politician, Domicus was also a kind-hearted and intelligent man who was quick to turn any young woman's head. He excelled under his tutors and took over the entire family fortune, estate and political clout at eighteen, upon the death of his father. Domicus was quick to form allegiances, becoming friends with Nero Nobilis Cassia, Rufus of the Netuno family and Alecco, heir and leader of the Remusi. He also brokered a respectful and long-term trading deal with the Veneti and Cannae. Of all the Houses in Roma, Evander now has the widest network of friendships. Bonds that are, thankfully, strong enough to withstand the occasional embarrassment of Domicus's children.";}
#domicus.cpdesc4:before{content:"Domicus's first marriage was arranged. Liliana was beautiful and kindly and brought with her an impressive dowry from her merchant father. She was local to the Evander lands and knew their trade in wine and olives well. She came from a fertile line of women and would go on to give Domicus three babies of his own. For all intents and purposes, she was the perfect wife and Domicus cared for and respected her greatly. A respect that gradually built to the greatest of loves.";}
#domicus.cpdesc5:before{content:"Upon Liliana's death, Domicus began to fall apart. His grief turned him to drink. His drink turned him away from family affairs. In the end, it was his friendship with Alecco Lex Nobilis Remusi that brought Domicus back to reality. After two years of allowing his business to stagnate and his children to run riot in their own grief, Domicus suffered a second loss: a dear friend. The death of Alecco, however, had the opposite effect to his widowhood. Alecco left behind two motherless sons - then eighteen and sixteen. In his will, Alecco had appointed Domicus as guardian to the boys, seeking his favour and counsel. Alecco's dying wish was that Domicus would help to lead Marcellus and Lucius as a father should. Only then did Domicus come to realise his failures to his own children. Taking on Alecco's last wish, Domicus became a strong and supportive godfather to the Remusi heirs. With his own children, however, he had two years of neglect to make up for.";}
#domicus.cpdesc6:before{content:"Erotus, his eldest and only son, had grown wild, slaking his lust and grief in the beds of many women. His youngest daughter Luciliana was wild and acting out. Then there was Gloriana, mature and diligent, attempting to hold the family together all by herself as a fifteen year old. Something had to change. Domicus has spent the last twelve years attempting to repair the damage his alcoholism and neglect wrought upon his children. But whilst his connection with Gloriana is now as strong as ever he has lost all honour in the eyes of his son. Erotus will not listen to his warnings or lessons. Nor will Luciliana but she, at least, does afford Domicus a loving smile and embrace whenever she is near.";}
#domicus.cpdesc7:before{content:"Since his recovery, Domicus has remarried. This time, he has taken into his home a widow, like himself, who he deeply cherishes. Helvia has been his friend, ally and companion through the challenging years and is now a loving wife to Domicus. Her son from her previous marriage is a disgruntled addition to the household and Domicus persists in attempting to connect with the young man. Eight years later and an awkward truce is as close as he has gotten. To make matters still more complicated is the arrival of Balbina. A seven year old girl who was deposited on the Evander doorstep six months ago with a note claiming to be the child of Erotus. Determined to care for the child but not yet ready to accept her into the family name on the authority of a single, scribbled note, Domicus has his work cut out for him. One day, his home might have peace...";}
#dorothea.cpname:before{content:"Dorothea of Dimitrou";}
#dorothea.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Dorothea of Dynasteía Dimitrou, Birthed Daughter of Lord Gavriil of Dynasteía Dimitrou and Sibyl of Chaoedia, Courtier of Taengea, Hellas";}
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#dorothea.cpdesc1:before,#dorothea .cpdesc1:before{content:"Dorothea is not all that she seems. On the surface, she is a shy and retiring violet; a wallflower among the high society to which she was born. When visiting the capital, she is forever on the outside looking in, always worried of saying the wrong thing and so nervous she'll occasionally stutter. Within herself, however, and within the lands she was raised in and loves, Dorothea is a vivid and powerful young woman who blends wild passion with respectful dignity. She is a talented huntress and so skilled with a bow that she is rumoured to be blessed by Artemis herself. Dorothea is also skilled indoors, her natural discipline and persistence leading to her mastery of several languages including Latin and Hittite. It seems the height of irony that not even Greek comes naturally to her tongue when buried beneath her social anxiety.";}
#dorothea.cpdesc2:before{content:"Such anxiety is practically nonexistent at home. Among her family, Dorothea has one of the boldest voices at the dinner table. Among her neighbours, she is well-spoken and openly friendly. Only when confronted with strangers does Dorothea experience a sharp spike of fear. And, even then, when surrounded by beautiful forests and a familiar world, the impulse is controllable. Only in the capital, or unfamiliar places does Dorothea lose control of her tongue and begin to curl awkwardly in upon herself.";}
#dorothea.cpdesc3:before{content:"Her fears are only one of the reasons that Dorothea prefers her homeland provinces to the big city life of a courtier. While anxiety is an unsettling sensation... inferiority can be just as unpleasant. Not only has her nervousness afforded Dorothea a reputation as an awkward and uninteresting young woman, her face does not compare to the stunning beauty of the Leventi girls or the wealth of the Condos women. She has no title like the Mikaelidas ladies. Apparently forgetting her legacy of the oldest and most regal bloodline in all of Hellas, Dorothea believes she falls short of her peers in every way. A comparison that she neither feels nor sees when back home.";}
#dorotheos.cpname:before{content:"Dorotheos of Dimitrou";}
#dorotheos.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Dorotheos of Dynasteía Dimitrou, Birthed Son of Lord Myros of Dynasteía Dimitrou and Laila of Vasiliádon, Courtier of Taengea, Hellas";}
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#dorotheos.cpdesc1:before,#dorotheos .cpdesc1:before{content:"Alongside his brother, Dorotheos was raised in a loving home and a warm embrace. His world consisted more of the provincial lands of woodland and greenery than the capital and all its political machinations. Instead of fine dining, Dorotheos was taught to care for horses. Instead of formal dances, he learned to whittle wood and build bonfires for peasant festivals. His world was not equal to the legacy of his blood as a Dimitrou but that did not make his existence an unhappy one. In fact, the opposite is true. Like his brother, Dorotheos grew up believing himself privileged to learn the real meaning and purpose of life: to engage with others and to be happy. No matter his joyful upbringing, however, Dorotheos learned at the age of fourteen that his own true happiness could not be found in the Dimitrou's southern provinces.";}
#dorotheos.cpdesc2:before{content:"At fourteen, Dorotheos met his first love: someone his own age and equally under the spell of that first, innocent enchantment. Someone who was male. An analytical and learned boy, Dorotheos spent the next few years trying to quantify his desires: did he only like boys? Why did he not like women? What was it about them that he disliked? Could he adapt and ignore such elements? Could he pretend and marry anyway? So many thoughts, so many tests... so few conclusions. In the end, Dorotheos was resigned to the fact that he would always and forever only find appeal in men. Which meant no marriage, no children and an awkward life at Court, should his desires ever be discovered.";}
#dorotheos.cpdesc3:before{content:"Hand in hand with this revelation came the growing discovery of his love of tomes, scrolls and the written word. Specifically those engraved with tales of lives beyond Hellas. Encouraged by his brother to follow his passions, Dorotheos left Taengea with the desire to understand and to learn. He spent some years in Hattusa, another handful in Phoenicia, a few terrifying months in K'm't and eventually ended up full circle in Roma. There Dorotheos found a true home.";}
#dorotheos.cpdesc4:before{content:"In a land of the tolerant, where he could behave as he wished, Dorotheos took in a live-in lover and settled down. For almost a decade he was content, but homesick. When his craving for family and the land of his childhood grew too much, Dorotheos had a decision to make: return home with his lover and face the awkward disgrace of an unorthodox love life, or lose the man he cared for and return home alone. His hesitation forced the decision upon him. Not understanding the limitations of Hellenes tolerance and hurt by his lover's apparent shame of him, Dorotheos' spouse ended the relationship and moved out. Dorotheos returned home alone and heartbroken.";}
#dorotheos.cpdesc5:before{content:"Before his travels, Dorotheos had witnessed the birth and early years of his nephew Iason. For his eldest niece, he was absent, prompting his brother to name her in his honour. He returned in time to support his brother in his widowhood and the birth of his third child. Since then, Dorotheos has felt no wanderlust; no desire to explore beyond his home. After travelling the known world, he has realised that it is here he feels most at home, even if he must hide his proclivities from all but his nearest and dearest. He keeps his affairs discreet and his family help orchestrate rumours that such relationships are with women, not men (usually foreign women, promoting the idea that his tastes are exotic over vulgar). His youngest niece, because of her age and inability to keep her mouth shut, has yet to learn the truth behind such rumours. In all other ways, Dorotheos' life is one of contentment. He lives with his brother, in the same house they were raised in, with a rare and expansive library of his own creation.";}
#durah.cpname:before{content:"Durah of the Rwandi";}
#durah.cptitle:before{content:"Her Blessedness, Leierin Durah of the Rwandi Gesin, Royal of Bedoa’mt";}
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#durah.cpdesc1:before,#durah .cpdesc1:before{content:"As the eldest daughter of an advisor to the leier, Durah’s marriage to the leierseun was discussed at an early age. Not only was she pretty and intelligent but Durah grew up with a mother who spent much of her life sick with pregnancies. In her incapacity, Durah proved her maternal and leadership capabilities by raising her youngest siblings almost single-handedly, even though she was still a child herself. Since then, she has gone on to prove this talent for responsibility as queen of the Rwandi people and a loving wife to her elegant, clever husband. Durah takes great pride in her position as First Wife, most especially since her husband’s marriage to Farashuu, a conniving shrew of a woman whom Durah detests…";}
#durah.cpdesc2:before{content:"For the first two hours of their engagement, Durah was against marrying Morathi. They remain the only two hours of her life in which she has felt this way. When their betrothal was first aligned, Durah had feared what would happen to her siblings. She had already lost one to a fever as a child and feared for the health and safety of the others with only a workaholic father to care for them, now that her mother had passed away in her most recent childbirth. When it was quickly promised, however, that her position as queen would provide wealth, stability and a golden future for her siblings, Durah’s hesitation fled. Within days of marrying Morathi, she liked him. Within weeks, she respected him. And a few years later, she loved him intensely enough to fear his lack of heir and accept his need for new companionship…";}
#durah.cpdesc3:before{content:"Durah did not, initially, produce children for Morathi, despite the love she bore him. For whatever reason, it took eleven years for her to birth a daughter, by which time her husband had already married another, concerned for their lack of offspring. Farashuu was an addition to the family that Durah did not exactly want but could neither deny, given her apparent inability to provide her husband with an heir. And after three daughters between them, no further affinity has been found. Farashuu is a jealous, greedy and shallow individual who cares more for herself and her own daughter than she does Morathi or the Rwandi people. And Durah cannot abide that. She commands her place as First Wife with deliberate maturity and authority, if only to see Farashuu fail by comparison. She suffers her husband’s preference for Farashuu between his sheets, seeing her as an unwelcome means to an end but, in all other ways, Morathi and the Rwandi are hers and hers alone.";}
#durah.cpdesc4:before{content:"As a mother, Durah is just as protective. And whilst she cannot oust Morathi’s other child and showed Jawahir kindness and genuine affection when she was young, Durah now cautions both her girls away from the self-centered and vapid example set by Farashuu’s offspring. Instead, she encourages Bashira in her philanthropy and moderates her exposure to warfare games. And for Hanuni, Durah aches to think what will happen to such a sweet soul when it encounters the harsher world.";}
#dysius.cpname:before{content:"Dysius of Thanasi";}
#dysius.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Varónos Dysius of Dynasteía Thanasi, Birthed Heir of Lord Dionysios of Dynasteía Thanasi and Basilem Ulla of Dynasteía Kotas, Senator of Colchis, Hellas";}
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#dysius.cpdesc1:before,#dysius .cpdesc1:before{content:"Dysius is not a wholly incapable young man. In fact, compared to others of his age and upbringing, he is decidedly average, with an additional increased proclivity for weaselling schemes and wicked plots. Raised with the worldview that he, as the first male heir of Thanasi, is entitled to anything and all he might desire, the word ‘no’ does not exist for Dysius. Be it in politics, trade, hedonistic pursuits or women. Dysius gets what Dysius wants, and where he has not the skills to acquire it himself, he uses the Thanasi treasury to pay someone who does.";}
#dysius.cpdesc2:before{content:"In some ways, this attitude makes Dysius a good baron to his province and people. The more successful his province is, the more power and wealth Dysius wields for his own. It therefore serves him to appear in the Senate and advocate for the needs of his land and peerage. And his determination to get what he desires often sees his plans find success – meaning his people benefit. So long as it eventually fills his pocket, of course. In terms of the practical skills required in his work, Dysius is not overtly intelligent but he is as well educated as any would be in his position and he even has a knack for languages, which has seen his province’s international trade and negotiations soar.";}
#dysius.cpdesc3:before{content:"Whilst others might view these abilities as the standard for a leader of men, Dysius seeks constant adulation for the simplest of tasks and feeds on praise. This is of little surprise when one considers Dysius’s upbringing, under his father’s impossibly high standards and in the shadow of his sister Nethis who, somehow, manages to meet them. In his own province, Dysius is surrounded by sycophants and slaves. Back home, he is an inferior and discarded heir. It’s of little wonder that Dysius is the least likely Thanasi child to reside at home. Instead, he much prefers ruling his little empire, stoking its criminal underbelly for his own financial gain and bedding women who are not altogether willing to share his bed. Such sociopathic tendencies also regularly remind Dysius that, while he might not enjoy being treated as a second rate citizen in his own birthplace, that Head of Thanasi mantel is his.";}
#eirini.cpname:before{content:"Eirini of Leventi";}
#eirini.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Eirini of Dynasteía Leventi, Courtier of Taengea, Hellas";}
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#eirini.cpdesc1:before,#eirini .cpdesc1:before{content:"Though born to the humblest and dirtiest of beginnings, Eirini was always destined to be a queen. At least in her own right. Uncompromisingly beautiful, greedy, obsessive and shallow, Eirini sees life as something to be conquered, won and enjoyed. The same goes for men. Particularly those in a position to help her husband and his political games.";}
#eirini.cpdesc2:before{content:"Once little more than a tavern wench, delivering goblets of wine and avoiding groping hands, a chance encounter with Fotios of Leventi altered the course of her life forever. While Eirin often places this good fortune into the hands of her husband, worshipping him for the new trajectory of her life, Fotios sees his choice of wife as duly earned. Eirini has a powerful will, a tenacious attitude and an unyielding desire for the highest quality of life she can grasp. As far as the Leventi lord was concerned, she had all the qualities of his perfect match.";}
#eirini.cpdesc3:before{content:"Since marrying the Head of the House Leventi, Eirini's life has been glamorous, gluttonous and wildly satisfying: in more ways than one. Despite, or due to, her relentless loyalty to Fotios, Eirini works with her husband to bolster the Leventi name, economy and political standing. Decades on his arm have made this humble wench an educated and poised courtier. Only with the manipulative and dogged skills of a low born. Eirini now rules the Taengean Court as its queen bee, alongside her friend and confidante Meena of Vasiliadon. She wields this power for the sake of her husband and daughters, ensuring that she is in the know of nearly every secret, nearly every morsel of gossip circulating the nobility.";}
#eirini.cpdesc4:before{content:"Many such rumours also involve herself. Both Eirini and Fotios share their bodies and bed with others outside their marriage. Keeping lower (or sometimes prominent) courtiers hanging on her every word, Eirini is a seductive mistress and accomplished actress. Some of her lovers believe her trapped in a loveless union. Others think she is ready to leave Fotios, their own love affair where her true affections lie. Some think of her as a victim. Others believe her to be a woman in control of her own sexual pleasure. Some say Fotios is loyal only to her as she steps out upon him. Others whisper that he's as promiscuous as she. Some say they share their marriage bed, others mutter that they've not been together in years. Forever and a day the rumour mill turns, but the truth is far deeper and twisted than most are willing to look.";}
#eirini.cpdesc5:before{content:"For Eirini and Fotios are devoted to one another. Beyond romance, beyond passion. They are two halves of a whole. And, when sex can see them achieving a mutually beneficial goal, they engage in it. It is not an act of infidelity to share pleasure with another, if the ultimate intention is to achieve that which they both want: ultimate power and unshakeable wealth.";}
#elena.cpname:before{content:"Elena of Marikas";}
#elena.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Elena of Dynasteía Marikas, Birthed Daughter of Lord Pavlos of Dynasteía Marikas and Basilem Sera of Dynasteía Xanthos, Courtier of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#elena.cpdesc1:before,#elena .cpdesc1:before{content:"Where her sister Agathe sees a shameful subservience in their mother, Elena sees Sera of Marikas in a different light. As a wife, Sera's duty is to keep her husband in good spirits, which in turn makes her a good mother; protecting her children from his wrath. While these details might have been lost on Elena as a child, as an adult, she has come to notice the strength of character that such sacrifices entail. To Elena, Sera is an elegant woman with a will of iron when she needs it and curiosity over Sera's true character is blooming in her middle child.";}
#elena.cpdesc2:before{content:"Close with her mother from a young age, Elena spends most of her social time with Sera and her sister-in-law Sotiria. Where Sera and Alehandros have a fairly detached relationship, it has been in recent years that Sera has begun to bond with her daughter-in-law, bringing Sotiria into Elena's world in the form of a caring aunt-figure. With both Sera and Sotiria as role models, Elena's ambitions are not to be well known in the Court as her sister is, but to be worthy of knowing. She has a calmer, quieter, and kinder temperament that inspires conversation and genuine, affectionate relationships. She often feels the need to play mediator in her family and, though she rarely speaks up during loud confrontations, Elena is always the first to visit the upset party in their own chambers and see to it that they are alright.";}
#elena.cpdesc3:before{content:"This empathetic nature makes Elena perhaps the most sensitive of her father's disregard for his daughters. A young girl, in need of her father's love; it would not be inaccurate to call Elena a 'mummy's-girl with daddy issues'. However, unlike Agathe and Daniil who actively seek his attention, Elena deals with her feelings of rejection by focusing elsewhere. To try and be as filial and respectable a daughter as she can. Perhaps one day, her father will come to love her of his own accord.";}
#elena.cpdesc4:before{content:"While she loves people and making new friends, Elena's pastimes are of a quieter nature. She enjoys embroidery and sewing, poetry and reading and the arts of prettiness and creativity. She has a curious nature and dreams of exploring the world, even as she believes herself too cowardly to actually set out on a voyage. It remains to be seen, however, just how she might rise to the occasion, were adventure or drama thrust upon her...";}
#elhanan.cpname:before{content:"Elhanan of Ezra";}
#elhanan.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Mahnheeg Elhanan of Ezra, Birthed Heir of Ezra of Jesse and Miriam of Denia, Councilman of Phoenicia";}
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#elhanan.cpdesc1:before,#elhanan .cpdesc1:before{content:"The first and only son to be produced by Ezra and his first wife Lilith, Elhanan was a boy raised to lead the Haviv family from day one. When his mother contracted the disease of leprosy, she was shipped away to live out the rest of her life where she would never again walk the streets of Ammun nor spread her contagion to her child. Ezra's second wife was wed much later and produced a brother to whom Elhanan was more a father than sibling. Ensuring his brother's marriage to a young woman he had found a love match with and marrying two women himself, Elhanan has ensured the future of the Haviv name through his careful planning, self-sacrificing ways and his almost unemotional objectivity in where to focus his attentions; both with family and the city he runs with a perfectionist eye.";}
#elhanan.cpdesc2:before{content:"After his mother was exiled from their home, Elhanan's open and loving nature was reduced to extreme quiet. His father was a private and detached man who believed home and food was all it took to raise a child. Elhanan learned at his absent knee and turned his focus to studies. If he could not please his father as a son, then perhaps as an heir... In this, he succeeded. Elhanan had a far richer relationship with the man once he reached the age of maturity and could take his place as his father's second on the Council of Elders. Yet, still, they were not what one would call 'close'. This was mostly because of Rechavia. In his later decades, Ezra had become sentimental. And to his second son he showed more emotion, more doting. Elhanan did not know what to make of this as a grown adult. What was passed was passed and he never came to realise how healing a confrontation with his father might have been..";}
#elhanan.cpdesc3:before{content:"In his own family, Elhanan has followed in the only example he was ever taught. He is quiet, stoic and never shows emotion around his children. Whilst he loves them deeply, he has never learned the significance of showing that affection or how much of a difference it might make to their lives and sense of self worth. As far as his women are concerned, Elhanan is a man who attracts the kind of woman who seeks an honourable and respectable man. Elhanan is greatly idolised in his city and older women might privately swoon at his approach. But if in a relationship with him, he is as cold and unromantic as he is paternal to his offspring. Whilst Lilith loathed her marriage with the man who never emoted, Rishona appears to have found a happy life with Elhanan. A hyper perceptive woman, Rishona is perhaps the only lady who can read care and devotion in Elhanan's smallest acts. But then, perhaps she is only seeing what she wishes to see.";}
#elhanan.cpdesc4:before{content:"On the Council of Elders, Elhanan is highly respected. With Ammun's excessive markets and reputation as a hub of trade, the Haviv are the richest family in the six cities and hold the keys to keeping Phoenicia's collective treasury full. None wish to oppose him, even though his silence is always respectful and not the cold indifference of a tyrant. A highly educated and skilled man, Elhanan conforms rigidly to order, propriety and the highest standards of perfection. And he will only speak up in public when he sees fit, making his words highly sought and his good opinion valued above all others.";}
#elias.cpname:before{content:"Elias of Stravos";}
#elias.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Varónos Elias of Dynasteía Stravos, Birthed Heir of Lord Keikelius of Dynasteía Stravos and Basilem Circenia of Dynasteía Xanthos, Senator of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#elias.cpdesc1:before,#elias .cpdesc1:before{content:"The heir to the throne of Athenia is Alehandros of Antonis. And he remains heir until he officially abdicates the crown; a decision well known in noble circles of Hellas but one that cannot come to pass until the throne is officially his to rescind. Until then, Elias' official title is Heir Successive, not Heir Apparent. But Elias has always been a very good chicken-counter and he conducts his affairs in the manner befitting the title he will one day claim: King.";}
#elias.cpdesc2:before{content:"In his youth, Elias of Stravos was left in no doubt of his future. Keikelius was (and remains) a hard father to please and his mother has always gloried in Elias's very existence. Combined, the Stravos' parenting strategy was to subconsciously teach their son that he is at once entitled to anything and everything he desires and yet never good enough within himself. He was also instilled with a strong sense of 'fairness' – but only as he sees it. In the world of Elias, if he is entitled to anything he wants for himself, then it is only fair that he has it. If someone merely hints that a success in his future, it is only fair that the Fates see it come to pass.";}
#elias.cpdesc3:before{content:"The man Elias has been moulded into is one of ego, narcissism and a deeply hidden self-loathing that spurs hedonistic behaviour and an arrogant perception of life. The fact that King Minas, an uncle Elias once cared for in his youth, is attempting to alter the law, denying him his right to the crown, has only served to emphasise Elias's failings. Already a scoundrel and a playboy, Elias now drinks and beds women to excess, bribing, blackmailing and charming any and all toward the idea of downvoting Minas's senatorial proposal and cementing his fair and right line of succession. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to be working. Temper tantrums, after all, are unbecoming in men of Elias' age.";}
#elias.cpdesc4:before{content:"Elias is liked by few, respected by even fewer and yet remains the single most sought-after male in the Athenian Court. At least as far as marriage is concerned. Considered so handsome that he must be blessed by Apollo himself, Elias is the sole male heir to one of the grandest inheritances in the land. Not to mention the crown that everyone knows is coming his way (at least at the moment). Too in love with himself to consider a marriage of true affection, Elias has taken many to his bed but none to the altar and is unlikely to change his course unless wedding bells will help elevate him towards his one true love: the crown of Athenia. And the paternal affection it might one day gain him.";}
#elijyah.cpname:before{content:"Elijyah of Sidon";}
#elijyah.cptitle:before{content:"Elijyah of Sidon, Citizen of Assyria";}
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#elijyah.cpdesc1:before,#elijyah .cpdesc1:before{content:"Elijyah has learned to be crafty. He has had to, for the sake of he and his brother. Their early years, in the company of loving parents, were short-lived and hardly remembered now. Instead, the memories that haunt the pair are those of the streets. As Phoenician immigrants in a Assyrian city of Sidon, Elijyah and Ammanuel's parents were initially prosperous and cosmopolitan merchants. Their deaths were pure accidents: a crushing beneath the feet of civilians during a food riot. Despite inheriting great wealth, the boys were but four and five years old. And children cannot eat gold. They tried.";}
#elijyah.cpdesc2:before{content:"With no nearby family and no means of contacting distant relatives, the brothers bonded together. They survived by stealing scraps of food or begging from nearby households. Despite the chest of wealth in their parents' abandoned bedroom, without the ability to care for themselves, the children quickly took on the appearance of poverty. When rent was not paid to their landlord, they were turned out. The boys only kept the chest of gold because they knew their father had loved it so... For a year, the brothers wandered the streets and fought for their right to the warmest corners or most profitable begging spots. Gradually, they learned the value of what they carried. But what to use it on? Surely not food, which came to them with simple begging; why waste something so valuable on what you can get for free? It was Elijyah who provided the answer:";}
#elijyah.cpdesc3:before{content:"Slowly and carefully, Elijyah used the money to establish a business. At the age of six, he was intelligent enough to barter and bargain. He ran con-jobs, pretending to be a lost child of a wealthy parent, promising rewards to those who would help him home. Only to then lure any do-gooder into an alley where older boys would beat them up and Ammanuel would go through their pockets. A portion of what they found went to their juvenile thugs and the rest was kept in their father's chest. Over the years, the cons became more elaborate, and the takes larger. Elijyah kept his parents' chest jealously, loving it and its golden contents as he had once loved the man who carried it. The only other being to which he came comfort or compassion was Ammanuel. Inseparable, loyal, and overly-devoted to one another, it did not matter to Elijyah that Ammanuel was softer than he. It did not concern him that, as they entered their teenage years, Ammanuel was showing signs of sexual deviance, of love for his own gender. Already twisted in his morals of right and wrong, focusing on selfish ambition and covetous desire, Elijyah showed no judgement when Ammnauel's desires became addictions, when his mentality began to crack. He even participated in helping his brother find what he most needed in the darkened hours of the night... Nothing would ever, could ever, shake their fraternity. But there was one more loyalty that was yet to enter Elijyah's life...";}
#elijyah.cpdesc4:before{content:"Eventually, the brothers' little enterprise attracted notice. Upon receiving a formal summons to the House of Noakko. The Lady Qaileet was curious to meet the street boys who had sparked rumour and gossip about the city. Suspecting a trap, the boys ignored the summons. But when Qaileet herself came to town a few years later, her company was unavoidable. The appearance of an elegant woman amidst their destitute world caught the boys - now men - by surprise. With an offer of such luxury and escape from the noose of enforcers that had been tightening around them for several months, Elijyah and Ammanuel took the hand that feeds and followed Qaileet to her home. For the last four years, the brothers have become Qaileet's nearest and dearest. The combination of her adoring compassion towards them and cruel disregard for those in the way of her ambition appeals strongly to Elijyah. Whilst other sympathetic or caring souls are mere suckers, Qaileet is a powerful and intelligent witch of destiny. Now, Elijyah juggles a narcissistic sense of self-empowerment, with a worshipful, dog-like devotion to the woman who turned his life around. Now an advisor in the Assur Council, Elijyah has power as well as wealth (a significant portion of which he has invested in the Noakko House) and an experimental, satisfying lover in the form of Qaileet herself. Though this does not stop him from occasionally sampling the even more bizarre provocations of Marluna. His only complaint? That his powerful lover, goddess and witch diviner has yet to take him as her formal husband and secure this life of his for all eternity…";}
#elise.cpname:before{content:"Elise of Mikaelidas";}
#elise.cptitle:before{content:"Her Royal Highness, Basilinna Elise of Dynasteía Mikaelidas, Birthed Daughter of Basilu Theus of Dynasteía Mikaelidas and Vaso of Dynasteía Euttica, Royal of Taengea, Hellas";}
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#elise.cpdesc1:before,#elise .cpdesc1:before{content:"While her husband upholds the noble and dignified presence of the throne, Elise is the more approachable of the pair. Despite her behaviour and choices maintaining a decided regality, her tone and demeanour treat one and all as her closest friends. Open, compassionate and with an exceptional head for numbers, Elise works closely with the royal treasury to ensure that her family and the kingdom as a whole have a strong foundation of gold. In a land where coin talks louder than political power, this attention is not only suitable but invaluable for the queen.";}
#elise.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a youth, Elise was raised as a princess. Niece of the last king of Taengea, it was no surprise when her union to Zenon was arranged. Nor was it a great burden to imagine herself the future Queen of Taengea. She had, after all, been training for such a role all her life. Naturally affable, pleasant and genuinely interested in the lives of others, Elise had already marked a place for herself in Court before she was officially Queen. Now, Elise only loses the status of 'queen bee' during social events because of her natural desire to see others happy; she does not have the cutthroat manipulations necessary to take a position of power over others. Instead, Elise quite comfortably leaves such cruel machinations to Eirini of Leventi and Meena of Vasiliádon, content to be aware, but not part of such goings on.";}
#elise.cpdesc3:before{content:"Instead, Elise focuses on building long-term and durable relationships with the Houses, both domestic and abroad. She has a strong friendship with Myrto of Mikaelidas, Olivia of Condos, Sera of Marikas and Yanni of Kotas. And her language skills have allowed her to connect with associates in Hattusa, Phoenicia and Roma. On many occasions these relationships have helped her husband to secure favourable relations and alliances with their nearest neighbours.";}
#elise.cpdesc4:before{content:"As a mother, Elise is just as skilled as she is at being a royal. Warm and loving, she is perhaps a little too trusting in the people she holds close, but otherwise, is a wise woman who has supported her sons and educated her daughters. She takes great pride in their achievements and is coaxing and comforting when they falter. She fears for the safety of her eldest son, often away at war or on diplomatic missions, she bemoans Stephanos' refusal to take any of his many lovers as a wife and she worries at Xene's pragmatic mind keeping her from love. In Gianna she sees great potential and worries that she will measure herself against her siblings. But Elise holds them all dear all the same and tries to maintain a strong familial bond by hosting many House dinners. These include her brother-in-law and his children, many of whom Elise dotes on, even as she disapproves of Irakles' way of disrespecting his wife in favour of his household mistress.";}
#emilia.cpname:before{content:"Emilia of Xanthos";}
#emilia.cptitle:before{content:"Her Highness, Basilem Emilia of Dynasteía Xanthos, Birthed Daughter of Basilu Minas of Dynasteía Xanthos and Lady Lucille of Dynasteía Leventi, Royal of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#emilia.cpdesc1:before,#emilia .cpdesc1:before{content:"When Queen Lucille passed away, Princess Persephone was ten. Emilia was only four. With few memories of her mother, the maternal figure to loom large in Emilia's childhood is Persephone. Raised by her sister and kindly servants, Emilia has grown in a loving environment but with little direction. She has been allowed to bloom without pressure or worries, revelling in her luck of being born royal.";}
#emilia.cpdesc2:before{content:"Emilia was rescued from becoming a shallow and self-centered young woman solely by her father's approach to rule. In the eyes of King Minas, the upper classes do not exist for their own profit or hedonistic desires: they are bestowed positions of power so that they might guide, support and care for those of lower status. Emilia takes this message to heart. Where she daydreams in her tutor sessions and struggles through her responsibilities as princess, she has no difficulties applying her mind when it comes to helping other people. Joyous in nature, she and her closest friend (and cousin) Hebe of Antonis work hard to see that happiness spread as far and wide as possible.";}
#emilia.cpdesc3:before{content:"Fairly gullible, overtly-trusting and supremely naive, Emilia is, for all intents and purposes, a pampered princess. But her exuberant sincerity is hard to dislike and she has many friends and confidants within noble circles. She is as devoted to her father as her sister Persephone is, and laments that she is far less useful than her sibling in making his dreams for the kingdom come true. Otherwise, she is happy with her lot in life, barring a single, glaring flaw: the lack of a prince in shining armour to set her heart aflame. To that end, while she is still chaste, Emilia has a terrible habit of falling hopelessly in love with any and every polite young man to grace her with a smile, optimistically imagining him to be as flawless as a fairytale character.";}
#emilios.cpname:before{content:"Emilios of Mikaelidas";}
#emilios.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Emilios of Dynasteía Mikaelidas, Birthed Son of Basilu Irakles of Dynasteía Mikaelidas and Lady Myrto of Dynasteía Dimitrou, Courtier of Taengea, Hellas";}
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#emilios.cpdesc1:before,#emilios .cpdesc1:before{content:"In many ways, Emilios is a faithful son and brother. For his father, Emilios does his best to appease impossible standards, always falling second behind his older brother. While this bruises his connection with his sire, this judgement has not damaged his fraternal bond with Achilleas. Growing up, Emilios was Achilleas' steadfast companion in games of danger and adventure. Into adulthood, this camaraderie has not faltered; he is Achilleas' right-hand man, his Captain and his brother-in-arms. With the social rejection of their mother and their father's cold nature, Achilleas is, in fact, Emilios' nearest and dearest and the familial bond he holds most dear... The only question is, how to realign this relationship with the affair Emilios is having with Achilleas' wife.";}
#emilios.cpdesc2:before{content:"As boys, the brothers were inseparable and the idea of betraying Achilleas would have been poison to Emilios. In many ways, it still is. But then he fell in love. A known playboy and lover of love itself, Emilios had taken many women to his bed – some more than one at a time. An experimenter and savant of love-making, Emilios is a master of every lustful tool and technique available. But he was ill-prepared for Theodora. For the first time, Emilios's heart became entangled as much as his limbs and his devotion to the woman was whole and inescapable. Keeping their relationship a secret aroused a greater passion in them both, but also became their downfall when she was betrothed to Achilleas.";}
#emilios.cpdesc3:before{content:"Emilios let go of his lover, to allow her to grasp the option of a more profitable future. Only, this was not to be their end. After her marriage, the magnetism between them did not diminish. In fact, it grew stronger, fuelled by the taboo of forbidden love. And Emilios had all the skills necessary to woo Theodora back into his arms... Not to mention a reputation that he can easily stoke, sparking rumours of his ventures with other women to mask his true relationship. Now, Emilios is engaging in a private affair with the wife of the brother he adores and respects. While the reality of their actions riddles him with guilt, his obsessive passion for Theodora will not abate and he now simply rides the wave of desperate love with the blind optimism that they'll be forever hidden and forever together, or that all may be revealed and somehow work out in the end.";}
#emilios.cpdesc4:before{content:"In other areas of his life, Emilios is a fine archer, a skilled Captain of his men in the Euttica militia and a loving son to his mother. He was once rival in scandal to Nikos of Condos and Stephanos of Mikaelidas but has now settled into a detached friendship, realising that it was only their womanising ways that drew the three of them into company. Now, he finds himself oddly friendless, though has recently struck up new discussions with the quiet and sturdy Iason of Dimitrou...";}
#enzokuhle.cpname:before{content:"Enzokuhle of the Nubi";}
#enzokuhle.cptitle:before{content:"His Greatness, Leierseun Enzokuhle of the Nubi Gesin, Birthed Heir of Leierseun Otiambo of the Nubi Gesin and Ekundayo of the Nubi Gesin, Royal of Bedoa’mt";}
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#enzokuhle.cpdesc1:before,#enzokuhle .cpdesc1:before{content:"Whilst proud of his once courageous and highly decorated warrior father, Enzokuhle has not yet seen enough battles to appreciate the light-heartedness with which Otiambo approaches life. In the young fighter’s eyes, his father, and leier, has gone soft in his old age. Entirely devoted to the responsibility of taking over the Nubi tribe, Enzokuhle’s frustration is growing. Why can his father not see his courage and strength for the assets they are? Why must he interpret them as foolishness? Surely, such condemnation from the warrior king is the height of hypocrisy? The frequency with which this frustration burgeons into violent rage in Enzokuhle is only increasing as rumours continue to spread that his birthright is to be given to his younger, weaker brother.";}
#enzokuhle.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a child, Enzokuhle was not likeable. Aggressive and bossy, he claimed leadership over every game and each adventure. The children permitted to play with the first prince could hardly complain and Enzokuhle quickly built his dominant personality with the foundations of strong leadership. As a child, he was insufferable. As a teenager, however, his defiance and reckless courage became admirable amongst his peers. Whilst he would quickly cut off the head of any man intending to lead in his stead, Enzokuhle is equally dedicated to risking his own head at the vanguard of his men. He charges into battle with the heart of a desert lion and the vicious cruelty of a vulture.";}
#enzokuhle.cpdesc3:before{content:"In Enzokuhle’s wake has always toddled his younger brother. To those who paid enough attention to notice, it is clear that Melokuhle is just as brave as his sibling. But his filial devotion to Enzokuhle has always kept him in the first prince’s shadow. Melokuhle has been content to play the shield to Enzokuhle’s sword and Enzokuhle has never suspected that his little brother’s skills might be equal to his own.";}
#enzokuhle.cpdesc4:before{content:"Their bond as brothers saw Enzokuhle willing to kill for Melokuhle’s honour when he was used and discarded by the mysterious Jahzi. And Enzokuhle has always been a passionate, protective uncle to the niece said union produced. But now, the long-standing brotherhood is to be tested. For the rumour amongst the tribe is that Melokuhle will be the one to receive the title of leier upon Otiambo’s passing; the greatest of insults to a first-born son of Enzokuhle’s calibre. But Enzokuhle has his own cards to play as yet: in the form of a powerful garrison of shujaa warriors loyal to the prince who has led them to so many victories.";}
#eoia.cpname:before{content:"Eoia of Midas";}
#eoia.cptitle:before{content:"Eoia of Midas, Initiate of the Cypress Sisterhood, Citizen of Colchis, Hellas";}
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#eoia.cpdesc1:before,#eoia .cpdesc1:before{content:"Born to a family of middle stature in the capital of Colchis, Eoia was the only daughter to a merchant and his home-maker wife. When hard times fell upon the family, however, and debts could not be paid, the young Eoia was forced to take up work. As it was with the Kotas family that the merchant had first taken out the loans for his business, it was to them that Eoia went. Taking pity on the merchant, whose debts had been incurred by natural disaster at sea, not incompetence, the Kotas family refused to sell Eoia into general slavery. Instead, they took her in as a nexus slave within their own household. She was used as a simple scullery maid, cleaning floors, handling laundry and occasionally tending to the stables.";}
#eoia.cpdesc2:before{content:"Upon attending the temple of the Cypress Sisterhood with the Lady Yanni (Eoia was taken to manage the horses, as the Queen did not wish to take male servants to the sanctuary) the young girl fell in love with the women, the Order and its ways of life. While she still had time left to pay off the debt of her family, the Queen was kind-hearted and saw no great harm in surrendering a slave in order to offer worship to the Goddess of Motherhood. An agreement was worked out. Eoia would send a little of the living allowance she received first as an initiate and then as a priestess to the House of Kotas until the original end-date of her servitude. This amount would go towards the cost of a replacement slave. In return, she was given her freedom from slavery and encouraged to join the Temple. If she is ever to leave the temple, she must return to continue her duties as a nexus slave with the House of Kotas.";}
#eoia.cpdesc3:before{content:"Indebted to the Kotas family and adoring of their matriarch, Eoia works hard as an initiate in the temple in order to show that their charity and kindness has not been wasted. She finds herself drawn to the calling of midwifery; an occupation where she can help the most people, for Eoia has grown to be a kindly and compassionate young girl with a diligent work ethic and an optimistic view on life.";}
#erica.cpname:before{content:"Erica Nobilis Viatrix";}
#erica.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Ducissa Erica Nobilis Viatrix, Birthed Daughter of Lord Eric Nobilis Cassia and Lucia of Caralis, Courtier of Roma";}
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#erica.cpdesc1:before,#erica .cpdesc1:before{content:"Whilst she lost her mother at the age of six, Erica has never felt a lack of love in her life. Her brother quickly rose to take over the family assets in lieu of their infirm father and, in doing so, Nero became both brother and father to Erica. They and their father were a tight-knit family built on shared hardship and mutual devotion. Nero refused to go to war or join any military effort that took him away from the house of Cassia, instead focusing on economic and political gains. Erica worked hard in the social circles of the elite, winning friends and influencing many with her sweet charm and calming serenity.";}
#erica.cpdesc2:before{content:"An empathetic communicator at heart, Erica quickly excelled in linguistics. A master of multiple foreign languages and a natural diplomat and mediator, Erica is generally beloved by all who meet her. But her tendency to see the good in everyone and her inability to take one side over others has left her lonely on more than one occasion. Never taking a defiant stand at someone's side makes building intense and intimate relationships challenging. Erica was friend to all and best friend to none. That is, until she came of age and was reacquainted with Claudius Nobilis Viatrix.";}
#erica.cpdesc3:before{content:"Before Erica's brother Nero came of age and took over the family prospects in the Mediterranean, he was trained by the finest tutors in Rome. His peer and school friend Claudius would occasionally travel home with Nero, visiting the picturesque lands of the Cassia house. Erica would meet Claudius on these visits but she was still merely a child. Taking a different route in life to Erica's brother, Claudius enlisted in the military and served his lands valiantly in the north. After several campaigns, Claudius was injured too badly to continue his service and Nero insisted that his friend come to the beautiful isles of the south to recuperate. Erica was a fourteen year old girl when the tormented, broken Claudius arrived. She was a fifteen year old married woman when he left.";}
#erica.cpdesc4:before{content:"Despite their youth upon their marriage, Erica and Claudius's union is one of deep love and affection. In Claudius, Erica has finally found the person she can stand beside with confidence and trust. Whilst she maintains her skills of empathy and open communication by playing diplomat and mediator in the Courtly circles of Roma, there is no fence-sitting when it comes to her spouse. She is his most defiant and loyal defender. And Claudius takes great pride in his beautiful wife who has aged so minimally over the years that she now appears sister to her children, not parent. Erica is often said to be blessed by the Gods with such a youthful visage.";}
#erica.cpdesc5:before{content:"Together, Erica and Claudius have produced two children: both girls. Yet, their gender has never been a disappointment to either parent. Adoring their daughters, Erica and Claudius look to make fortuitous matches for them both, including a fortuitous union between their eldest Claudia and a young prince of an Ostjord clan from the north. For several years, Claudius has been working to broker peace with the barbarian tribes on the Viatrix's northern border. Erica has supported this, playing translator during her husband’s meetings with Risa of the Warsong Sippe. Now, talks of Claudia's union with Risa's son Tallak have progressed to a concrete arrangement. Erica, of course, has yet to learn that her daughter has plans of her own, involving an unconscionable relationship with the harsh debonair Titus Nobilis Benedi.";}
#erick.cpname:before{content:"Erick Tallison";}
#erick.cptitle:before{content:"His Ríkalds, Jarl Erick Tallison of the Ironwind Ostmaðr, Birthed Son of Tallis Torinson of the Ironwind Ostmaðr and Eiginkona Nella, Royal of Ostjorð";}
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#erick.cpdesc1:before,#erick .cpdesc1:before{content:"Erick occupies an odd position in the royal house of the Ironwinds. In one sense, he is detached, an intruder upon the familial unit that belongs to his brother. With ten years age difference and only a half-blooded connection between himself and Torgeir, Erick is aware that he might have, upon the death of their shared father, been abandoned, rootless in the Ironwind Sippe. Instead, Torgeir became both a father-figure and friend to his brother, claiming guardianship over both Erick and Erick's mother until her passing. Erick has served Torgeir devotedly in gratitude ever since.";}
#erick.cpdesc2:before{content:"Training hard and learning all that he could, Erick has more than earned the favours that Torgeir has bestowed upon him over the years, first as his brother and then as his Jarl of Ships. He is a skilled fighter, a vicious warrior and a wise leader of his men. Courteous and friendly to one and all, Erick makes friends easily and holds those friendships long-term. Now in possession of the chieftainship that Torgeir once held, Erick could not consider a more profitable life for himself, save perhaps one with a wife and child of his own; a dream he holds privately within his heart.";}
#erick.cpdesc3:before{content:"Torgeir has his own kin now, with a loving wife and two children to call his own, but Erick's place as his brother has not diminished. Living within Torgeir's home as a filial uncle and friend, Erick is as much a part of the family as anyone else, despite his more tenuous blood connection. Again, he knows this is down to Torgeir's love and trust.";}
#erick.cpdesc4:before{content:"Perhaps it is this sense of owing that has recently found Erick in a quandary of the heart. His brother has given him everything: his home, his family, his position. To Torgeir, he owes everything. Yet Torgeir has a step-daughter... now a young woman of beauty and feminine strength who has not only caught Erick's eye but captured his heart. Not that anyone else is aware, of course. With talks of Signy's future betrothal now a regular topic of discussion, however, should Erick risk his brother's disapproval, risk the dismantlement of their happy family, by revealing his true affections for the young shieldmaiden?";}
#erick.cpdesc5:before{content:"Making matters still worse is Erick's most recent mission: Torgeir wishes to open negotiations with the Blacklock Hill Sippe and plans to send Erick as his envoy. In Erick's hands, Torgeir leaves the secret, secondary goal of the venture: to find Frya's other daughter and try to bring her home…";}
#erotus.cpname:before{content:"Erotus Nobilis Evander";}
#erotus.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Erotus Nobilis Evander, Birthed Heir of Lord Domicus Nobilis Evander and Liliana of Lycri, Courtier of Roma";}
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#erotus.cpdesc1:before,#erotus .cpdesc1:before{content:"By reputation alone one might assume Erotus to be a simple man. But this would be a mistake. His mind is complex and his world vast. Even if, upon the surface, it appears narrowed solely upon the next woman he wishes to see gracing his bed. Fairly intelligent, surprisingly mature and openly passionate, Erotus is a charismatic philanderer in the Roma Court and has no intention of changing any time soon... despite the child that has appeared on his doorstep.";}
#erotus.cpdesc2:before{content:"In his youth, Erotus was a smart boy. He was loyal to his father, adoring of his mother, and a defensive and defiant older brother to his little sisters. Great expectations were placed upon Erotus. None of them undeserving. So shining was his future that, when he turned twelve, Erotus was engaged to be married to a woman of the old royal lineage. Fabiana Lex Regnum Cannae was a beautiful little girl of ten, already expected to grow into a stunning young lady. Whilst the Cannae family had all the prestige of monarchy, the House Evander was on the rise. No more so than Erotus who excelled in his lessons and was already talking of joining the military for honour and glory. The match was beneficial to all.";}
#erotus.cpdesc3:before{content:"When Erotus was seventeen, his mother died. Without an older sister, aunts or other maternal influence to which he could cling, Erotus began to flail. His father, so stoic and dependable throughout his childhood, now loved a bottle more than he did his children and Erotus had nowhere to turn. His little sister Luciliana became wild. Erotus defended her and got into fights. Gloriana cried every night. Erotus stayed up with her, too exhausted the next day to achieve well under tutors or commanding officers. Eventually, Erotus renounced his connection to the military, abandoning the training that would have taken him on to a unit and away from the sisters who needed him so. Instead, he focused on Evander. At such a young age, however, and still lost to his own grief, Erotus did not have the business acumen to help in the way Gloriana could. It was she who held the family finances together and Erotus was desperate to support her. When a business deal Gloriana had worked for weeks to secure was at risk of falling through, Erotus went to the trader in question and found a wife more than willing to convince her husband to go ahead with the exchange... for a price. To this merchant's wife, Erotus lost his virginity. But the dishevelled, satisfied and highly surprised lady he left in that bed would not have believed it. Erotus had discovered a skill. Whilst he was failing in his classes and could not serve his nation in war... he had a face and body fit for other things. A late bloomer in both height and appearance, Erotus was only now receiving such attention from women. And a lot of attention it was. Courtiers, servants, peasant folk alike... None could resist Erotus's charms and cheekbones. All left his chambers with a smile and an odd little walk...";}
#erotus.cpdesc4:before{content:"Though his father would eventually take back the reins of the family industries, Erotus's talents were not to remain unexplored. In the last ten years, he has built an impenetrable and highly-evidence reputation for himself as a charming womaniser and irresistible seducer of the fairer sex. Every woman in Roma seems to have either been taken to his bed, heard of someone who has, or actively seeks to be chosen as the next entrant. And still, Erotus's betrothal to Fabiana remains intact. For Fabiana, having a popular intended is almost a benefit. For she too enjoys the company of the opposite sex. Together, she and Erotus have continued to postpone their marriage, holding the arrangement as a shield against those lovers too needy of commitment and building a friendship that is curiously strong. Despite regularly engaging sexually with one another, the love and respect between Fabiana and Erotus is almost fraternal. They often joke that they are the same person, cloaked in the opposite gender. Their wants in life are so similar and the longevity of their connection so enduring that neither is ready to let go of the other despite never wishing to marry. In fact, neither seems to want to marry anyone. Ever.";}
#erotus.cpdesc5:before{content:"Erotus's life of sensual sin has only been mildly interrupted by two recent events. One is Balbina. The little girl left at his family homestead with a note claiming to be his child. Having long lost count of his number of lovers, Erotus has no way of proving the note false. But he equally has no responsibility or desire to take on a child unproven to be his. He would be a father about as well as he would be a husband and Erotus determinedly keeps far away from the little girl who seems to have his eyes...";}
#erotus.cpdesc6:before{content:"The second burr in Erotus's well-used bed sheets is a young lady of he Benedi family. Ursula Nobilis Benedi is far from ugly but is no great beauty of the Romani. She is not popular and is not well connected. She has a maturity that borders on judgement and a self assurance that toes the line of arrogance. She looks at Erotus the way one looks through glass, without interest or respect. And for years, this has irritated Erotus. With close ties between the Benedi and Evander children, Erotus has, here and there, little and infrequently, been forced into Ursula's presence and every time it is infuriating. Who is she to tell him he is nothing with that lacklustre stare? Who is she to remind him of every failing he possesses with a simple, intelligent statement at the dinner table? And, worst still, who in the hell allowed her beautiful hair to be removed so roughly, threatening her reputation and finally bringing her down to a peg Erotus does not, at all, enjoy?";}
#eshe.cpname:before{content:"Eshe of the Ubuntu";}
#eshe.cptitle:before{content:"Her Blessedness, Leierseunin Eshe of the Ubuntu Gesin, Birthed Daughter of Leierseun Udo of the Ubuntu Gesin and Amarachukwu of the Ubuntu Gesin, Royal of Bedoa’mt";}
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#eshe.cpdesc1:before,#eshe .cpdesc1:before{content:"In the shadow of her beautiful sister and fully aware of it, Eshe of Ubuntu is still a bright and bubbly young girl, despite a deep-seated lack of self confidence and assurance. Told unequivocally by both of her parents that she is just as lovely as Amalhe, it is becoming clear to Eshe that such assurances may simply be the blind love of parentage. For she has been of marriageable age for three years now and no suitors have ever come to pursue her over her sister. The reality of her future security, or lack thereof, has left Eshe with oddly split behaviours: joyous and sweet most of the time, then sinking into quiet introversion at others.";}
#eshe.cpdesc2:before{content:"Eshe has always possessed an energy to rival all. Where grown women will become weary and hardened warriors are spent, Eshe continues to dance along, unperturbed. And not because she rations her strength either. Never idle, Eshe is the active sort who likes to move her body and always be busy. Still young, she has yet to find a singular passion to claim for herself so is equally eager in every pursuit. She’s willing to help others, toil and play alongside other kids her age and always seems covered in some sort of paint, sand or grime. And yet, despite her constant need to move, Eshe always does her best to freeze in place and stand respectfully to attention when she’s reminded of her family’s honour and her duty as princess.";}
#eshe.cpdesc3:before{content:"One burgeoning interest of Eshe’s over the last few years has been food. Though whether her passion lies in making it or sampling it is still to be determined. Either way, she has lately been involved in preparing the first family’s meals and has begun to notice a lack of appetite in her father. Assuring herself that this must be nothing of concern, Eshe is currently too distracted by her own dietary habits and how perhaps cutting back on what she consumes could afford her a little of her sister’s beauty?. Or maybe it’s in how she dresses? Or how she does her hair? Through fads and habits, famine and feast, Eshe bounces, struggling to coexist her happy-go-lucky nature with the darkening depths of low self esteem.";}
#eshekko.cpname:before{content:"Eshekko al'Tyareh";}
#eshekko.cptitle:before{content:"Her Highness, Ninngu Eshekko of Bêl' Tyareh, Courtier of Assyria";}
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#eshekko.cpdesc1:before,#eshekko .cpdesc1:before{content:"For Eshekko, Queen Dowager of the once great Mitanni kingdom, life is a drama. To be created and to be born. Since entering into womanhood, Eshekko was a favoured concubine of Mitanni's Lugal. Her exceptional beauty and art of story-telling entranced her lover, drawing him to her bed over those of higher breeding. After the birth of her son, Eshekko held both the king's heart and his heir. It was then that fate intervened, or so Eshekko believes. Upon visiting his daughter, Shakru of Wassukanni had the opportunity to save the king from attack. Witnessing an attempt on the king's life, Shakru was in a position to rescue the monarch. His reward was an open favour from the king. Shakru requested that the lugal overlook his daughter's common birth and take her for his wife. It was a welcome favour to grant. Any connection between Shakru and the attempted assassin was never investigated.";}
#eshekko.cpdesc2:before{content:"Ever since that fateful day, Eshekko has taken to the life of queen like a duck to water. Not a swan. But a duck. Swimming in the circles of the aristocracy has become second nature to a woman as beautiful and engaging as Eshekko. But the responsibilities of ruling a kingdom are beyond her stress quota. Often worried, always dramatic, Eshekko finds a disaster around every corner and a conspiracy under every rock. Gossip is drawn to her like a magnet and she equally luxuriates in the excessive whispers or panics over their meaning. A good mother and intelligent teacher to her offspring, Eshekko's nature has inspired differing paths for her daughters. In Nahrin, her vanity and love of all things rich has created a natural born courtier with a similar appetite for drama. Oshana, on the other hand, has been forced to grow up quickly, taking on the role of the responsible adult and ensuring that Eshekko's fainting spells, vapours and dramatic flair ups inflict no long-term damage on courtly relationships.";}
#eshekko.cpdesc3:before{content:"Within herself Eshekko is clever but not a keen learner. She is blinkered in her attentions but not selfish. And she loves the ups and downs of politics, even as they have her swooning in dramatic panic. The one area in which Eshekko is truly serious is her children. Since the death of her husband, in particular, Eshekko has taken on the visage of a lioness wherever her babies are concerned. So much so, that Oshana had to once steer her away from the stables when Eshekko was determined to ride all the way to Babylon to collect her son, entirely ignorant of what would happen to Shahen if his true identity was discovered by the enemy holding him.";}
#eshekko.cpdesc4:before{content:"Eshekko may not think her plans through to conclusion. Nor is she a skilled linguist, diplomatic or academic. She abhors learning the rituals and trite etiquette of the upper class world. And she has no time to waste for those she considers fools or idiots. But her heart is, usually, in the right place and her children treat her with a compassionate sense of long-suffering; usually accompanied by rolling eyes and mutterings of 'Mama...' under their breath.";}
#essa.cpname:before{content:"Essa of Drakos";}
#essa.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Essa of Dynasteía Antonis, Birthed Daughter of Lord Thesus of Dynasteía Drakos and Basilem Tythra of Dynasteía Kotas, Courtier of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#essa.cpdesc1:before,#essa .cpdesc1:before{content:"Having never known her father, Essa was raised in a solely matriarchal home – and a powerful one at that. First under her mother, a defining and revolutionary woman of Colchis’s political scene, and then her sister who, in Essa’s eyes, is heading in the same awe-inspiring trajectory.";}
#essa.cpdesc2:before{content:"Enter Essa. Acutely shy with the occasional dose of social anxiety and panic, Essa finds more comfort in fiction than reality. Particularly in music, the epics of old and romantic poetry. Such leanings have encouraged Essa to grow into an empathetic young woman, in love with the idea of heroes and in awe of her male cousins.";}
#essa.cpdesc3:before{content:"Instead of leaning into her strengths and learning a music instrument or practising the craft of prose, Essa keeps her passions private, visiting travelling storytellers and musers as often as she can. The rest of her time is dedicated to mathematics, etiquette, political study.... and self-flagellation. While her innate skills may lie elsewhere, Essa strides doggedly down the path of her mother and sister, desperate to touch the blessed light that shines upon her kin. The fact that she struggles with the complexity of political and economic theory, and has no grand presence in Court is a constant source of shame for Essa.";}
#essa.cpdesc4:before{content:"As is her mother's determination to see her married off.";}
#essa.cpdesc5:before{content:"For, in Essa’s eyes, Tythra’s interest in her future marriage is a declaration that she can bring no honour to the name of Drakos in her own right. The fact that Tythra sees her youngest daughter's passions and believes a secure match will allow her the freedom to pursue them, without the political pressure of being an unmarried heir of the Drakos name, seems to have completely escaped Essa’s notice. As has any self-congratulation for her persistence in the face of ungainly political pursuit.";}
#estrid.cpname:before{content:"Estrid Skardottir";}
#estrid.cptitle:before{content:"Her Einvalds, Kónungrdottir Estrid Skardottir of the Blacklock Hill Ostmaðr, Birthed Daughter of Skarde Skrigson of the Ironwind Ostmaðr and Kónungrdottir Olga, Royal of Ostjorð";}
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#estrid.cpdesc1:before,#estrid .cpdesc1:before{content:"Estrid was born to a family that she considered to be already complete: a mother, a father, a son and a daughter. Where was her place in the great household of Skarde Skrigson? Luckily, Estrid had her mother to inform her exactly where her place was...";}
#estrid.cpdesc2:before{content:"From a young age, Estrid has been told over and again that her older half-sister, despite living almost her entire life with the Blacklock Hill Sippe, is an interloper. That Skuld is the product of a past marriage, who should have remained with the Ironwind clan. That Skuld now usurps the position of prized daughter in the eyes of their father, a position which should have been Estrid's. To that end, it is Estrid's duty to appease her sire, to become the finest daughter she can conjure and win back the devotion he bestows on his eldest warrioress.";}
#estrid.cpdesc3:before{content:"Estrid, however, has neither the stomach nor the physical skill to be a warrior. Since she was young, she has suffered from anaemia, fatigue and fainting spells when stressed. Instead of the battlefield, therefore, she must play a different game. Learning from her mother, Estrid is a skilled wordsmith, able to negotiate, manipulate and overpower an opponent with a silver tongue and subtle flirtation. She is a beautiful girl who holds the focus of her father's men, wins their devotion and creates an aura of queenly authority around herself. She is also a skilled herbalist and is currently learning the means of poison and malady from her mother.";}
#estrid.cpdesc4:before{content:"In solidarity against their half-sister, Estris is particularly close to her brother Leif. In her mind, they are two sides of the same coin: herself the mind and her brother the muscle. Where Leif can fight for their father's glory on the battlefield, Estrid can support him, tending to his wounds or poisoning his enemies. She is his shield and his shadow, as devoted to him as she is to the father she struggles to bond with. For he will be the next king.";}
#eudora.cpname:before{content:"Eudora of Illytia";}
#eudora.cptitle:before{content:"Eudora of Illytia, Citizen of Colchis, Hellas";}
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#eudora.cpdesc1:before,#eudora .cpdesc1:before{content:"Hailing from a family of generational servants in the Eliades household, Eudora came into the world a few months before the youngest Eliades son, Mikael, was born. Even from an early age, they were close. Raised alongside Mikael as his milk sister, Eudora would soon take on the role of his playmate. Mikael was not particularly well-behaved and often dragged Eudora along in his antics around the Eliades home. Of course, Eudora had little interest in his mischief and only ever agreed to come along out of an understanding of her position as a servant and the knowledge that if she did not go with him, he was bound to get into infinitely more trouble on his own. It was thanks to her watchful eye that he was saved from the most dangerous of the schemes he cooked up.";}
#eudora.cpdesc2:before{content:"She continued to watch over him – for he was the foolish sort – even as they grew older and his mischief turned into terrorising her. There were few limits to Mikael’s cruelty: He pulled her hair, pushed her around, teased her and tended to blame her for the expensive objects around the house that mysteriously ended up broken when he was around. Yet, she never truly let him walk over her. Where he pushed, she pushed back harder when no one else was looking. She might have been a servant but she was not a chew toy, as she so often reminded him. She reminded him of many other things as his teasing shifted into coming home angry and drunk. She kept an eye on him. She made sure his winnings were properly hidden away. She cleaned up his messes. She minded his hounds. She was the one he drunkenly confided in. Those years of trust between them were the reason, she believes, he confessed to her when she found him desperately trying to hide his bloody chiton. That confidence was the reason she did not fear he would turn violent against her. They trusted each other. And so, from a sense of duty and wish to shield him from the consequence of such a discovery, she burned his chiton, cleaned him up, and has kept the secret ever since. She holds on to more secrets than that, however.";}
#eudora.cpdesc3:before{content:"Eudora has become overseer of Eliades’s staff, though she cannot truly focus on her responsibilities to the household. She performs her duties, for there is only one way to do things and that is her way, yet finds herself constantly ruminating on one particular drunken confession of Mikael: he loves her. She loves him herself, that much is clear to her. For what other reason than love would she have to cover up his crime and tolerate his reckless and often violent behaviour for all these years? More than capable of handling herself with him, she has no issue welcoming his amorous attention. For though he is drunk when he does, he has showered her with affection. He professes his deep love for her and speaks of his silly plans to marry her. Eudora does not have hopes that Mikael might marry her (such a thing is foolish, even for him) but the sentiment alone stirs butterflies in her stomach, almost as much as his rough touch between the sheets.";}
#eudora.cpdesc4:before{content:"Unfortunately for her, Mikael never seems to remember their most romantic moments, despite the fact that they are becoming more frequent as his drinking grows heavier. Still, her feelings for him are undeniable. She is holding on to the hope that one day he might finally remember what happens between them in the night beyond simply sneaking away in the early hours after they have lain together. It is their conversations and the sweet nothings that she longs for him to recount well into the day, just as she does. Most of all, she wants him to call her as his, just as she calls him hers behind closed doors where no one can hear. After all, no one knows him as well as she does, and if anyone possesses the ability to convince the wayward Eliades son that commitment and love are not something to fear or avoid, it will be her.";}
#evangelina.cpname:before{content:"Evangelina of Leventi";}
#evangelina.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Evangelina of Dynasteía Leventi, Birthed Daughter of Lord Konstanos of Dynasteía Leventi and Lady Ava of Dynasteía Leventi, Courtier of Taengea, Hellas";}
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#evangelina.cpdesc1:before,#evangelina .cpdesc1:before{content:"Very much like her mother, Evangelina is a passionate and open-minded young woman. She has her father's intelligence and her mother's temperament, making her suspicious of her uncle Fotios’ motivations and protective of her family. She feels a particularly strong need to shield her young brother Konstantinos, for she has noticed her uncle singling him out more and more as time goes on. Despite not yet knowing the purpose for such attention towards her brother, her instincts tell her it’s for nothing good, and Evangelina is one to trust her instincts.";}
#evangelina.cpdesc2:before{content:"Growing up in Acharist, Evangelina has been raised very separate from her cousins and their political one-upmanship for marital suitors. That being said, she is perhaps one of the craftiest among them. Raised on childhood pranks with the household staff and mucking around with her young brother, learning languages and economics from her parents... Such a childhood has prepared Evangelina for the ways of noble circles, even if she's personally a little naive of the depths to which others will sink to achieve their political ends.";}
#evangelina.cpdesc3:before{content:"Evangelina's private and most personal joy is that of horse-riding. In this, she is a Leventi through and through. With most of her day spent in the stables or riding about the province, Evangelina is investing large amounts of time, with the hopes of becoming a master handler of horseflesh for the Leventi trade. Whether her uncle will allow a woman to take on such a role, however, is another matter entirely...";}
#evelli.cpname:before{content:"Evelli of Leventi";}
#evelli.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Varóni Evelli of Dynasteía Leventi, Birthed Daughter of Lord Spyros of Dynasteía Leventi and Nomiki of Vasiliádon, Courtier of Taengea, Hellas";}
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#evelli.cpdesc1:before,#evelli .cpdesc1:before{content:"Born and devoted to the Leventi family name, Evelli has been trained since birth for the role of her life: to be the wife of a powerful man. To this end, she exceeds all expectations. A faithful wife, fruitful mother and supporter of her husband in public, even as she voices a mind of her own in private, Evelli has taken her lessons to heart and is one of the most respected women in the Taengean Court.";}
#evelli.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a child, Evelli grew up knowing that her life was to be of service to others. She was to be a graceful and honourable wife. She was to be a loving mother, dutiful in the education of her children. She was to be that which was most useful to others. She learned the game known as reality quickly and efficiently. Despite this (or perhaps, in spite of it), Evelli also grew up with a firm will and the determination to be the best at that game. Her gender was not, as some might see it, an obstacle to ambition. It was simply a map – the rules she had to operate within – as she navigated courtly games on the path to her goals.";}
#evelli.cpdesc3:before{content:"Marriage to Georgios of Leventi was an intricate business. The ceremony itself was easily managed. As the pair were cousins and the union was designed to bolster the family from within, there was no competition or deceitful negotiations to withstand. Instead, it was on a personal level that the early days of Evelli's married life were a challenge. In truth, Evelli's ambitious nature was more in tune with her husband's brothers than the man she had wed. Yet, an alternative marriage to Fotios or Konstanos would have been disastrous on all accounts. Georgios was by far the best fit, even as their personalities took time to gel.";}
#evelli.cpdesc4:before{content:"Over the years, however, Evelli has fallen for her spouse. Respect, affection and familial love are strong in their union and she has grown to adore Georgios' empathy and caring nature. Alongside that respect, however, is a low-key friction. Whilst Evelli is acutely aware of the risks women face in life; of the need for affluent marriages, Georgios' doting on their daughters' whims and rejections of eligible suitors is beginning to cause problems. It is all very well to love one's offspring, Evelli agrees... but to love them to the detriment of their future? To love them into a position where they will have no-one to protect them, no-one to care for them after their parents are gone? Evelli refuses to subject her daughters to such an eventuality. Even if it means doing regular battles around the dinner table with her husband.";}
#evi.cpname:before{content:"Evi of Antonis";}
#evi.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Evi of Dynasteía Antonis, Birthed Daughter of Lord Alehandros of Dynasteía Antonis and Lady Sotiria of Dynasteía Antonis, Courtier of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#evi.cpdesc1:before,#evi .cpdesc1:before{content:"If her eldest sister is the spirit of adventure and the next is a lover of books, then Evi bridges the gap between the two. An innate, voracious appetite for learning spurred Evi to follow in Sanasa's footsteps from a young age, with an awe akin to hero worship. That same testament to knowledge later made her Marietta's permanent companion when visiting the Scholeio library in Athenia. While Sanasa finds her sister Evi to be a tag-along, wanted or not depending on the day, Marietta dotes on Evi's love of reading and ensures that she is always the first to devour any books their father attains. For she knows that Evi's lack of commitment will eventually see the tomes discarded into Marietta's long-term care.";}
#evi.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a child Evi was never still and never settled. Her mind zipped from play to learning and back again without the time to breathe in between. Like her sister Sanasa, Evi has a diverse skill-set from horse-riding to embroidery. She speaks Greek and Latin but can also read Akkadian, Hieroglyphic and Hieratic. Unlike Sanasa, however, who is content in her role of 'jack of all trades', Evi is a perfectionist who seeks to master everything. As this is neither practical nor always possible, her mood is as erratic as her interests, swinging from wild annoyance to bold self-assurance and back to crippling self-doubt – all in the space of a single afternoon. By modern standards, Evi is the poster-child for a high functioning mind plagued by a fragile mental health.";}
#evi.cpdesc3:before{content:"One skill that Evi lacks above all others is self-awareness. Polite social etiquette takes a back seat to Evi's current passions and she can always find a servant or family member to stare and steadily glaze over as she bombards them with her latest discoveries and knowledge, erroneously believing them to be as invested as she. If she is not the most informed person in a room, Evi becomes distinctly uncomfortable and her drive to surpass others instantly fires.";}
#evi.cpdesc4:before{content:"This level of intellectual and experiential hunger is unbecoming for Evi's gender and she is now reaching an age where social conformity is a heavier pressure than she is comfortable with. As a child, she was odd but impressive in her tutored abilities. As a fine lady she is bold, bordering on obnoxious and finds it impossible to sit for long periods of time over wine and fresh fruit with the ladies of Court. While she can usually lose herself in a fresh tome or practise a new skill, Evi is becoming more and more concerned that there is perhaps little place in the world for a young woman such as she...";}
#evras.cpname:before{content:"Evras of Kotas";}
#evras.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Basilem Evras of Dynasteía Kotas, Birthed Daughter of Lord Dionysios of Dynasteía Thanasi and Basilem Ulla of Dynasteía Kotas, Courtier of Colchis, Hellas";}
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#evras.cpdesc1:before,#evras .cpdesc1:before{content:"As the third in a succession of daughters, Evras was initially born a disappointment to her father. Her naturally good temperament as an infant, however, quickly reversed this impression. Whilst Nethis grew to receive her father’s high expectations and Thea his encouragement for her passions, it was Evras who received Dionysios’s limited supply of genuine love. Evras’ smiles, her curiosity and her natural sweetness can warm even the coldest of hearts and her father was her first victim. Care and dotage followed Evras through childhood and is perhaps the main reason Evras has failed to develop an active ambition or competitive edge. She is not calculating, nor malicious. She does not succumb to any selfish desires she may hold, nor does she place herself above others. For all intents and purposes, Evras is a good and genuine person; a white rose amidst a thorny bushel of bloody crimson.";}
#evras.cpdesc2:before{content:"That being said, Evras is still a Thanasi. A loyal sister and dutiful daughter, Evras is defensive of her kin and their family name. She’ll not hear a bad word spoken against them, and neither can she turn away whenever she is called upon by her siblings. It is for this purpose that Evras was unable to turn down Nethis’ request that she befriend Prince Zanon of Kotas. Knowing her sister well, Nethis never expressly told Evras to seduce and entrap the second prince of the land – she didn’t need to. Well aware that a kind young woman like Evras would baulk at such a suggestion, Nethis made no word on romance at all, in fact. Instead, she merely orchestrated a scenario in which sweet, innocent and enchanting Evras was placed into the orbit of a known womaniser. And with Nethis in command of her sisters’ poultices and pregnancy deterrents… It took so very little time for the tonics to ‘fail’ and Evras to become with child, securing herself an ensnared husband of royal blood. To this day, Evras accepts Nethis’s word that such happenstances must have been dictated by the Gods; that it was all merely chance. Whether she actually believes it or just chooses not to question it is another question entirely.";}
#evras.cpdesc3:before{content:"Pregnant and married young, Evras was given a new home; male dominated and entirely at odds with her birth house. But this did not matter, at the time. For she had the man she loved. For Evras would have never given herself to a man she had not instantly fallen for… Her married life, and role of mother, was one of bliss; the only conflicts in her life were the clear animosity and occasional comments between her kin and her in-laws. But, in general, the Kotas behaved, honouring Zanon by honouring his wife with their silence on the subject. Dion’s advent smoothed the barriers between her and her husband’s family still further, even as he presented a new thing for the Houses to fight over.";}
#evras.cpdesc4:before{content:"Happiness, however, was not meant to be forever it seemed. Two years ago, Evras (who had struggled to conceive since Dion’s harrowing birth) believed herself once more with child. Desperately fearing that, if she were taken in the labour, their children would be left orphaned without their father, Evras began begging Zanon to retire from active service in the Colchian military. For years, Evras’ adoration of her husband had made the subject a recurring request but now she had a reason to persist. Arguments escalated and Zanon refused to give in. He was a Kotas. A Prince. He would lead his men and support his brother and commander no matter Evras’s feminine fears. In his next campaign in the northlands, Zanon was wounded in a manner that ended his career as a soldier.";}
#evras.cpdesc5:before{content:"Despite this injury giving Evras all that she thought she wanted, it stole from her so much more. Now, her husband starts to give an ear to rumours of her and her sisters being witches. Now, he fears his love for her is an artifice. Now, he chooses to grace the beds of other women, as well as his wife, as if attempting to dilute the power she wields over his passions and his heart. Every effort she makes to rekindle their love is a manipulation, every attempt to be independent is proof of her indifference. Zanon appears set on burning away a marriage that brought them such contentment. And in a cruel twist of fate, the spark that began the blaze in the first place turned out to be nothing at all: Evras had never been pregnant. All of these events leave Evras recently asking herself, just how strong could her marriage have actually been? How true could a love be, if a fictional match has so much kindling at its disposal, already set to burn?";}
#fabiana.cpname:before{content:"Fabiana Lex Regnum Cannae";}
#fabiana.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Ducissa Fabiana Lex Regnum Cannae, Birthed Daughter of Lord Alexander Lex Regnum Cannae and Phoebe of Castile, Courtier of Roma";}
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#fabiana.cpdesc1:before,#fabiana .cpdesc1:before{content:"The Cannae family motto is 'Know Thyself'. And no Cannae epitomises the vow better than Fabiana. Vibrant, vivacious, sexually inclined towards both genders and openly bold in her opinions... Little seems to dent Fabiana's mask of assured confidence. Yet, deep down, there are a few small chinks in her emotional armour... Nowadays, Fabiana is cited as a favoured princess of fortune. She has wealth, youthful beauty and a confidence that could defy the gods. But her childhood was far from a fairytale.";}
#fabiana.cpdesc2:before{content:"After losing her parents at a young age, just two years apart. Fabiana was placed into the guardianship of her half-brother Caesar. Barely an adult himself, Caesar's caring for his half-siblings was fiscally responsible but emotionally lacking. Spending most of his time training in the local militia, Caesar ordered much of the familial care of Fabiana and Iulius to be carried out by servants. Iulius was sent away to study with the Netuno House for several winters and only brought back for the summer social season. Fabiana was engaged to be married by the age of ten.";}
#fabiana.cpdesc3:before{content:"When first proposed, this betrothal -a vow of marriage set to be carried out when she came of age- seemed a simple ploy to erase one of Caesar's burdensome siblings from his 'to do' list. But as Caesar allowed Fabiana to decide the timing of the wedding for herself it evolved into her brother's greatest gift. As a teenager, Fabiana was curious. She explored different studies and languages. She marvelled at the tales of the Gods. And she revelled in the discovery of self and identity. Her passion drew her to both men and women and she took to duties in the temples as her primary calling. The independence that Fabiana had learned at Caesar's distant knee became a blessing over a curse. Fabiana could be herself. And only herself.";}
#fabiana.cpdesc4:before{content:"Despite the long stretches they were kept apart, Fabiana is exceptionally close with her brother Iulius. Though he is older, Iulius's tender and fun-loving nature often have him behaving as the younger brother and Fabiana is incredibly protective over his gentle smile. Iulius, for his part, is just as ready to jump to Fabiana's defence should anyone lay a harmful word upon her character. Their bond is as strong today as it was on the day they were orphaned.";}
#fabiana.cpdesc5:before{content:"As the years turned Fabiana from an average duckling into an elegant swan, she became thankful for her engagement to Erotus of the Evander House. Whenever one of her lovers appears too eager or demands a commitment beyond her interest, Fabiana's vow of marriage is an easy excuse. For his part, Erotus is no more interested in married life than she is, though he was instrumental in taking Fabiana's chastity and is still a regular volunteer for satisfying her desires. The two are so similar in countenance and attitude, in fact, that in an alternate world they would have made a fine match. In reality, they are too-kindred spirits who care for one another in ways beyond the romantic. Fabiana is as protective of Erotus as she is of Iulius, treating him as second brother, despite their bedroom escapades. To that end, she has absolutely no intention of marrying him and the pair continue to 'delay' their wedding date, reluctant to break their ties but never interested in seeing them come to fruition.";}
#fabiana.cpdesc6:before{content:"This determination to keep Erotus off the marrying market, but never take him for her own, has earned Fabiana a few jealous enemies in the Romani Court but Fabiana pays these envious hangers-on no mind. She equally ignores a quiet voice in the back of her head. The voice that wonders if her ever changing lovers is a symptom of an emotional trauma borne of her unprocessed grief.";}
#faetma.cpname:before{content:"Faetma Haiwattama";}
#faetma.cptitle:before{content:"Her Highness, Hāssas Faetma Haiwattama of the Antu' Tahurna, Birthed Daughter of Haiwattama Mursiliwadna of the Antu’ Tahurna and Lady Akahepa of Hei Naddar, Royal of Hattusa";}
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#faetma.cpdesc1:before,#faetma .cpdesc1:before{content:"Faetma was always such a good girl. The studious, the demure... and the apple of her father's eye. But such a subdued facade is beginning to chip, revealing the vibrant and curious woman beneath. A woman who is desperate to break free of the royal cage and seek experiences that are exhilarating, challenging and just a little bit naughty...";}
#faetma.cpdesc2:before{content:"As the only girl amongst a handful of princes, Faetma was raised in a cocoon of safety. The moment one of her brothers was old enough to move from the royal palace to their own estate, the next became old enough to stand guard over her habits, her interactions and her sanctity as a chaste princess. Initially, Faetma did not resent her protective shadows. After a series of conniving and gold-digging flirtations, the dangers of persistent suitors were made very real to Faetma at a young age. And having her brothers at her back kept her safe from their greedy hands. With little to no interest in romance, Faetma turned her focus instead to her lessons. She absorbed the information her tutors had to offer, becoming skilled in mathematics and economics.";}
#faetma.cpdesc3:before{content:"Whilst she's unable to take a true role in the empire's treasury and trade negotiations, Faetma turns this aptitude towards the temples. In charge of the funding and tax collection of the capital's temples, Faetma is a familiar face amongst the priestesses and has become good friends with many in service of the faith: including her half-sister Nidana.";}
#faetma.cpdesc4:before{content:"In recent times, however, Faetma's intellect and active, busy temperament has sought something new: something challenging. Gyzel Nasepilu, recently sent to the capital by his brother, has stepped in to fill this hunger. In befriending the courtier, Faetma has been opened to a world of hedonistic misbehaviours; most specifically the smoking of hemp and small doses of henbane. Now dancing on the knife's edge of addiction, Faetma's family are growing suspicious of her strange moods and secretive behaviour. Given the romantic turn her friendship with Gyzel is slowly taking, however, it will be hard to break Faetma from this exciting new path in life after she's played the good girl for so many years...";}
#farasha.cpname:before{content:"Farasha an'Balthasar";}
#farasha.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Farasha of Balthasar Bêlu, Birthed Daughter of Babakan of Sidon and Lady Roshanak of Ashina Bêlu, Courtier of Babylonia";}
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#farasha.cpdesc1:before,#farasha .cpdesc1:before{content:"Unlike her sister, who sees their parentage as a level of success to be attained, Farasha takes a calmer view on life. Fun-loving, friendly and genuinely caring, Farasha builds relationships easily. Whilst her sister orchestrates her good looks with hours dedicated to her appearance each day, Farasha seems to shine from the inside out. Her enjoyment of life and her hard-working nature simply make her smile harder and look brighter. Her beauty is softer and sweeter than her sister's and far less famed –but it is beauty nonetheless. Because of this many of the suitors who turn up at Haldita's door find little more than a cool ice queen as they become more captivated by her little sister: the young woman boldly offers them tea and refreshments with a bright smile and a friendly wink.";}
#farasha.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a child, Farasha was less confident. Quiet and dignified, she followed her mother around like a duckling until her teen years. It was then that Roshanak sat her youngest daughter down and spoke of what it meant to be a woman: what it meant to build your own identity in a world of political ambition and social reputation. Roshanak taught Farasha that, to be truly happy, one must be themselves. And so, Farasha was. She learned what she enjoyed (horse-riding, painting and trying new foods from foreign lands) and what she did not (sea travel, reading and figs). She learned to become herself without apology. Recently, to her mother's encouragement and her father's uncertainty, she has even taken up archery.";}
#farasha.cpdesc3:before{content:"One of Farasha's passions is to grow plants in her room and she has recently begun to work them into poultices and oils. Her father has started to take an interest in whether or not they could be sold as exclusive, luxury items. This is bolstering Farasha's relationship with a man who usually dedicates more time to his son than to his daughters, but it is also testing that tender connection as he tries to take over her hobby with drab and ugly business-talk.";}
#farasha.cpdesc4:before{content:"When it comes to romance, being married is far from Farasha's mind. With her family as wealthy as it is, she has no true need to marry unless she wants children and, right now, her life is full of her projects, hobbies and three fluffy cats. Why would she need a man? Of course, her parents don't always see it that way...";}
#farashuu.cpname:before{content:"Farashuu of the Rwandi";}
#farashuu.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Leier’ni Farashuu of the Rwandi Gesin, Royal of Bedoa’mt";}
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#farashuu.cpdesc1:before,#farashuu .cpdesc1:before{content:"Farashuu has always known exactly what she wanted: escape from her overbearing mother and the power and/or wealth to ensure she's never under another individual's thumb. Her marriage to Morathi, leader of the Rwandi accomplished both aspirations. Or, at least, it would have, had he not already been married to a infernally domineering first wife. Now, Farashuu lives in a world in which she is declared second best. And she's having none of it...";}
#farashuu.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a child, Farashuu was declared unworthy. Child of a powerful shujaa in the Somalu gesin but a bastard, Farashuu was declared unclean and unwanted by all save her mother. To her mother, Farashuu was a ready-made servant who could fetch, carry, sew and cook. Farashuu's mother was a creature who liked to prey on the kindness of others and languish in her own misery or the slightest illness. And Farashuu was destined, by birth, to be her caretaker. The experience turned her cold and cruel; as unfeeling to others as everyone else was towards her. When her half-sister Jahzara was betrothed to the leader of her tribe, Farashuu hoped that her favour might have changed; that Jahzara would acknowledge her existence and help to elevate her from her squalor and servitude. But she didn't. The only bone Jahzara threw to Farashuu was occasional work in the main tent. Luckily, this put her into the path of important visitors: namely Morathi of the Rwandi.";}
#farashuu.cpdesc3:before{content:"Despite her poor and dejected upbringing, Farashuu had good genes. There was a reason Jahzara's father had not been able to resist the call of Farashuu's lowly mother. Her appearance was stunning and her figure fine. And Farashuu had inherited this beauty, times ten. Unfeasibly attractive, Farashuu had only just begun to learn how to use her looks to her advantage with the opposite sex when she met Morathi. Her enticing combination of determined ambition and sweet innocence caught his eye. All Farashuu had to do was promise him plentiful children - sons - and he was hers to claim.";}
#farashuu.cpdesc4:before{content:"Joyous to leave the Somalu and start a new life with the Rwandi, Farashuu was not concerned that Morathi already possessed a wife. She had no great love for the man and therefore no jealousy. She would simply claim her spot beside the Rwandi leier and live a life she had only dreamed of until this point. Unfortunately, this was not to be.";}
#farashuu.cpdesc5:before{content:"Farashuu's younger years in which every role model showed her how to care for herself and only herself, had twisted Farashuu into a shallow and selfish individual. As soon as she was given the freedom and comforts of a rich woman, this personality flourished and she became greedy and gluttonous. Such behaviour was poison to her sister-wife Durah who has, ever since, regarded Farashuu with disdain and demeaning superiority. A look Farashuu knew well from her mother. Over the years, the hatred these sister-wives bear for each other has only increased. When, after the advent of her daughter, physicians declared Farashuu unlikely to birth more children, this relationship became worse. In Durah's eyes, Farashuu had failed in her primary purpose as second wife and was now superfluous. In Farashuu's, despite her husband's preference for her touch behind closed curtains, her position was waning and the height from which others looked down on her growing.";}
#farashuu.cpdesc6:before{content:"Determined never to feel inferior to anyone again, Farashuu now takes every opportunity to fight for her own desires and show up those around her. She is bitter and spiteful, vain and hedonistic. And she is teaching her daughter to be the same. For there is no-one in the world that you can count on but yourself.";}
#farooq.cpname:before{content:"Farooq of Lands Afar";}
#farooq.cptitle:before{content:"Farooq of Lands Afar, Citizen of Assyria";}
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#farooq.cpdesc1:before,#farooq .cpdesc1:before{content:"Farooq grew up in eastern lands currently unknown to the world of Aeipathy. His mother was a herbalist and his father a physician making his path into medicine a foregone conclusion. Born not to status but to the wealth of a highly sought healer, Farooq was given the finest of education available in the east. He soon surpassed both of his parents in knowledge and developed an interest in surgical practices: arts considered bizarre or taboo in his homeland but which would serve him well in a future career with travelling thieves in Assyria.";}
#farooq.cpdesc2:before{content:"At the age of nineteen, after returning from caring for a patient one evening, Farooq discovered his father's home ransacked, all precious goods taken and his parents dead on the ground. He would never discover who the perpetrators were. Armed only with his deepest grief and his father's journal of medicine, Farooq left his homeland to journey south: to Phoenicia. There, in Damascus, was the finest of all universities, where he would go on to learn more about anatomy, astrology and chemistry. Spurred by academic curiosity, Farooq eventually began to dissect dead bodies and developed surgical skills beyond that of his peers. Such practices were blasphemy and, upon discovery, Farooq was forced to flee or be beheaded. He must still avoid Phoenicia on pain of death.";}
#farooq.cpdesc3:before{content:"He fled north from his pursuers, stumbling across a small band of thieves along the way. One of their party was mortally wounded, destined to die no matter what was done. Farooq's innovative, surgical skills however were able to sustain Fasira's life long enough that she might say one last goodbye to her daughter: a privilege that won Farooq the respect of the thieves' leader. With bounty hunters still on his tail, Farooq joined the Sariqas for protection and, within them, found a brotherhood he had little interest in leaving.";}
#farooq.cpdesc4:before{content:"Currently, Farooq enjoys his life of adventure. His skills as a physician are always being challenged by his peers who inevitably end up injured on heists and missions. And the money he is steadily acquiring goes towards books and custom surgical implements. His practices are still considered disgusting, blasphemous or treason by most, yet Farooq cares nothing for the cultural opinion of those around him. As a foreigner in all lands, his loyalty lies only with the Sariqas, who accept his “depraved” practices for they have seen their efficacy.";}
#farooq.cpdesc5:before{content:"Farooq is thoughtful but decisive, calculating and occasionally blunt. He knows how to socialise with smooth alacrity but he is not above delivering hard news with the finality of death himself. He's not one for telling jokes but will often sport a snide or amused smile at the expense of someone else. Despite a rocky start, he has a strong relationship with Fasira's daughter Indra. And Akhmad provides endless private speculation, for he is the only Sariqas that has refused Farooq's healing hands. Farooq has no active faith but will occasionally pray to his eastern gods for the souls of his parents. And he hopes to one day achieve two goals in life: one, to return home and find the truth behind his parents' death. And two: to journey to K'm't, where surgery is more openly taught and practised and where medicinal balms and tonics are said to be the finest in the world.";}
#feiyan.cpname:before{content:"Liu Feiyan of Lands Afar";}
#feiyan.cptitle:before{content:"Liu Feiyan of Lands Afar, Acolyte of Set’s Tempest, Performer of K’m’t";}
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#feiyan.cpdesc1:before,#feiyan .cpdesc1:before{content:"Liu Feiyan has little memory of her birthplace. Kidnapped at a young age, her earliest memories were of the ship, and the dozen children all huddled together in cages below its deck. Feiyan clung to her elder sister, fearing separation and the inevitable loneliness that would arise from isolation in an unknown world.";}
#feiyan.cpdesc2:before{content:"However, that moment never came. The slave ship that carried Feiyan and Lihua docked on the shores of K’m’t and they were unloaded. They were sold to a circus, the Set’s Tempest, where they were appreciated for their exotic nature. Somgi of Cairo was keen on bringing impressionable children to the fold of the cult, and Feiyan and her sister were beauties he could not resist. Feiyan was scared at first, but after receiving ‘medicine’ from Tempest’s medicine man, and listening to his enthralling words, she found herself able to love the world she had found herself in. It was within Set’s Tempest that Feiyan was able to find her true passion: aerodynamics.";}
#feiyan.cpdesc3:before{content:"She studied through observation and practice, emulating the art of dancing and training her body to take her place as a circus acrobat. She used her appeal and experience to enthrall the audience and, along with her sister, quickly rose through the file of acrobats to join the inner clique of the cult. As they grew into adulthood, Feiyan and her sister became the premiere performers of the clique itself. Whilst they both vie to be the best, Feiyan often narrowly emerges as the victor. However, Feiyan does not fret about status, and allows Lihua to lead the aerobatics team.";}
#feiyan.cpdesc4:before{content:"Feiyan enjoys the spotlight, craving to be the perpetual center of attention. She is a flirty, carefree soul, often finding herself moving from one man’s bed to the next. She knows she is beautiful, and the allure behind her exotic origins draw men into her embrace. She is loyal to the Tempest, but does not yet know all of the darker secrets of the cult. She is protective of her sister, ready to go to any lengths for Lihua, despite causing her trouble from time to time as her promiscuity often leads to situations that her big sister must clean up.";}
#felia.cpname:before{content:"Felia of Eliades";}
#felia.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Felia of Dynasteía Eliades, Birthed Daughter of Lord Harith of Dynasteía Eliades and Lady Ria of Dynasteía Kotas, Courtier of Colchis, Hellas";}
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#felia.cpdesc1:before,#felia .cpdesc1:before{content:"Like her parents before her, Felia loves knowledge. The rush of new information, the confidence of being informed, the satisfaction of a superior mind. She adores it all. What she hates is the written word. Learning from tomes, hides and scrolls has forever been an annoyance to Felia, and this distaste for traditional learning sets her apart from her kin.";}
#felia.cpdesc2:before{content:"When very young, Felia loved stories. The stories her mother would fabricate at her bedside before she slept, the historical and philosophical tales her father would teach to his three children or the fantastical tales of travelling minstrels. It made no difference to Felia. Real or false, noteworthy or drivel, a story was a story, and she loved them. As she grew and her lessons expanded, the stories included the patterns of trade, the games of politicians. Still, Felia found interest, even as dashing heroes were replaced with currencies and happily ever after with marital negotiations. Felia loved her lessons, enjoying the analysis of events and people –at least until such tasks required her to learn independently.";}
#felia.cpdesc3:before{content:"Felia hates to read. The markings on clay tablets, parchment or hide, that seem to make such sense to the rest of her family are gibberish to her. She struggles to remember the pattern of letters of the composition of words, and when attempting to recreate them, the characters come out backwards or in the wrong order. In a modern era, this difficulty with reading, the telling of time and a general difficulty to understand patterns and consequences would be identified as dyslexia. In this era, Felia simply feels like a freak. A poor excuse for a scholar in a family of academics. It is perhaps for this reason that Felia is closer to her younger brother, who bucks the family trends in his own way, than her older. But even Mikael and his reckless self sabotage is beginning to test their friendship. This is a prospect that truly terrifies because it would leave Felia alone in her family unit.";}
#felia.cpdesc4:before{content:"Where Felia’s love for information truly excels, if not in books, is with people. Open, friendly and wondrously charismatic, Felia could woo secrets from a master informer. She learns everything, remembers all she hears and is a connoisseur of rumour and gossip. In many ways, this is a tremendous skill, and often a help to her family who consult with the crown. If Eliades can supply the feelings and perceptions of the Court, then it can better recommend particular courses of action in social and political policy. On the other hand, Felia’s gift comes with some downsides. For while she is a genuinely gifted collector of personal details, she is not so accomplished at keeping them to herself…";}
#felix.cpname:before{content:"Felix Nobilis Cassia";}
#felix.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Felix Nobilis Cassia, Birthed Son of Lord Nero Nobilis Cassia and Rosalia of Sardon, Courtier of Roma";}
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#felix.cpdesc1:before,#felix .cpdesc1:before{content:"Felix is not as honourably passionate as his eldest brother Cassius. Nor is he strict and devoted to his duties as Vitrus. As the youngest son of the Cassia house, Felix grew up with unconditional love and without the pressures of expectation. The combination of which has led him to live exactly the life he chooses. And he chooses fun. Fun and women.";}
#felix.cpdesc2:before{content:"Though highly intelligent, Felix has always been ineffectual in a classroom or lecture hall. Tutors have often labelled Felix as somehow deficient. He fails to concentrate or to apply himself. He does not complete the tasks he is given. He is, by definition, lazy and incompetent. And yet these lecturers cannot give such feedback without smiles and additional compliments to his character and wit. Felix is, and has always been, a charmer. Able to talk his way out of anything and wriggle himself off numerous hooks. As he's grown into adulthood, these hooks have become the beds of married women; situations he has been equally skilled at extracting himself from.";}
#felix.cpdesc3:before{content:"Some might identify Felix as missing a mother's care. With Rosalia passing just after Felix's seventh birthday, the youngest of the Cassia brothers has perhaps suffered the greatest loss in maternal love. Close with his father and his aunt Erica, Felix has never felt particularly deprived of kin. But his attitudes towards women speak of a deeper, subconscious fear of loss. A schmoozer and womaniser to his core, Felix's romantic targets are always unavailable. They might be of an inappropriate class or proclivity to ever be his wife, or are already the wife of someone else. Either way, he never chooses to bed a woman who might actually hold marital potential. Felix keeps women at a distance, before they can burrow deep and then disappear.";}
#felix.cpdesc4:before{content:"The only son of three to live more permanently on the Cassia isles, Felix visits the mainland and Rome regularly but keeps his heart and home where he grew up. There, he plays uncle and pseudo father to his niece and nephew and works to keep the family homestead secure and flourishing whilst his brother Vitrus sees to their prospects in the capital.";}
#felix.cpdesc5:before{content:"After a recent skirmish with law enforcement after being found hanging naked from the wrong woman's bedchamber, Felix's father Nero has insisted that he take on some genuine responsibilities in the hopes that his son will begin to grow up. Felix has agreed to a position in the Maritime Guild, working under his brother Vitrus but, only a few weeks in, it's becoming clear that Felix is as cut out for administrative work as he was at school. What might be identified in modern times as ADHD, is now serving against Felix, building tension between him and his brother, as he continues to perform poorly in his seat on the Guild.";}
#fotios.cpname:before{content:"Fotios of Leventi";}
#fotios.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Fotios of Dynasteía Leventi, Birthed Heir of Lord Seraphim of Dynasteía Leventi and Lady Polina of Dynasteía Leventi, Senator of Taengea, Hellas";}
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#fotios.cpdesc1:before,#fotios .cpdesc1:before{content:"As head of the House of Leventi, the richest family in all of Hellas, Fotios is a product of his environment. Highly intelligent, politically savvy and a skilled economist, Fotios is a machiavellian lord presiding over the future of his noble name. His duty as the warden of the Leventi honour is his most sacred calling and he carries out the task with a ruthless work ethic and merciless perception of the world, in which all people are pawns and all choices a deadly game.";}
#fotios.cpdesc2:before{content:"Born to a legacy that he was taught to uphold above any other loyalties, Fotios was educated, trained, manipulated and, where necessary, beaten into his father's perfect successor. A little too perfect. For, in his son, Lord Seraphim forged his own end. As a child, Fotios took to archery but was forced into additional sword training. In the eyes of his father, a blade was the weapon of true men. When Fotios developed a passion for reading, he was dragged to lectures and political assemblies so that he would learn to use his own words, not that of others. Innately left-handed, right-handedness was enforced. Naturally lean and wiry, physical training was doubled. When Fotios failed in his father's expectations, punishments were numerous and creative. But none so reused as the threat of disinheritance. Fotios's childhood was shadowed by an ever-present threat: that the one thing he had been taught to honour, obey and adore above all others might be taken from him and Headship given to his brothers. It made Fotios crave power even more; made him desperate for such a powerful position. It made him hate his father.";}
#fotios.cpdesc3:before{content:"And yet, all boys must love their sires. The only quality in which Fotios was shown true appreciation was his intelligence and memory. His ability to learn and retain vast amounts of information pleased Lord Seraphim and became an avid pursuit of the son. Such angry, violent devotion to pleasing his father saw Fotios's skills develop faster than others his age. By the age of twenty, Fotios had already served in a local militia, had graduated from multiple classes in the Athenian and Taengean scholeios and had been appointed Master Informer to the Taengean kingdom. Seraphim had built an accomplished young man and a lethal opponent. One that was ready, despite his young age, to take on the mantle so cruelly dangled over his head for decades... His hatred had provided masses of kindling. All he needed was a match.";}
#fotios.cpdesc4:before{content:"Upon meeting Eirini, Fotios had his match. In more ways than one. Eirini was a stunning beauty with a fiery temper and an unrefined wit. Seeing in her his perfect mate, Fotios knew such a marriage would be intolerable to his father. Eirini was of common birth, a brothel wench and would be seen as little more than the dirt beneath the great Lord Seraphim's shoes. That had always been his father's problem: the inability to see true potential. Or to recognise the threat in those that possessed it. The flame was lit. A month after Fotios decided he would marry Eirini, Lord Seraphim was dead. An accident –or so it was made to seem. Fotios became Head of House, allowing him the right to choose his own bride. He wed Eirini within the year.";}
#fotios.cpdesc5:before{content:"Since then, Fotios' marriage has been all he had once suspected: Eirini is his perfect match. A political and social creature as greedy and cunning as he. Together, they break all kinds of social norms, including using their bodies to sway the pawns in their acquaintance. Rumours abound that they hate one another, rigorously breaking their marital vows at every opportunity, but this could not be further from the truth. Fotios and Eirini are more loyal to one another than to anything else. They work together to see the Leventi name continue to ascend, their shared aspirations and obsessions leading to a deeper love and passion than any flimsy romanticism or words of marriage.";}
#frida.cpname:before{content:"Frida Arndottir";}
#frida.cptitle:before{content:"Her Einvalds, Kónungrdottir Frida Arndottir of the Bonemakers Ostmaðr, Birthed Daughter of Kónungrson Arne Arneson of the Bonemakers Ostmaðr and Eiginkona Brigeth, Royal of Ostjorð";}
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#frida.cpdesc1:before,#frida .cpdesc1:before{content:"Born with her mother's wildness and her father's stubborn streak, Frida was destined to make a serious mark on the Ostmadr landscape. Due to her mother's inability to produce other living children, Frida is an extremely coddled only child. Her father in particular takes protectiveness to a new extreme, his care for his daughter leading to Frida's suffocation. Forbidden to learn warfare beyond the basic skills of a shieldmaiden and kept within sight of the homestead at all times, it's no wonder Frida has become clever in how to break free from the vice grip of her parents.";}
#frida.cpdesc2:before{content:"Unfortunately, with liberation comes a naive exuberance. Frida throws herself into new experiences without thought for the consequences. One such experience is Gunnar Steinarson, who arouses Frida in more ways than one. Having yet to truly lie with him, Frida enjoys their clandestine rendezvous and her excessive flirtations. No other men catch her eye and she is gullible enough to assume that Gunnar is equally faithful. Already, Frida imagines their marital ceremony and how she will one day become queen of the Bearkings, or that Gunnar will leave his throne to his brother and come to rule at her side in her father's sippe.";}
#frida.cpdesc3:before{content:"When it comes to pragmatic ability, Frida shows great promise but struggles hugely to apply herself for any length of time. Tutors cannot hold her attention, and her mind darts from one subject to another during lessons. She has never been able to summon the discipline essential to learning languages but she does enjoy practising her runes. In a modern age, Frida might have been diagnosed with ADHD. She is an adequate wielder of the sword, shield and bow but struggles with the dexterity of axe throwing. She has never been in battle and still holds romanticised ideas of glorious victories. Frida is not a callous girl but her narrow world-view, blinkered by her parents, has made her ignorant of the diverse ways in which people live. She will often say the wrong thing, unintentionally offend or simply not grasp why an individual is barred from opportunities she easily finds for herself.";}
#frya.cpname:before{content:"Frya Nosdottir";}
#frya.cptitle:before{content:"Her Einvalds, Dróttning Frya Nosdottir of the Ironwind Ostmaðr, Birthed Daughter of Kónungrson Nosu Frodeson of the Ironwind Ostmaðr and Eiginkona Hild, Royal of Ostjorð";}
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#frya.cpdesc1:before,#frya .cpdesc1:before{content:"The daughter of the last kónungr, Frya’s life has been a path of expectation. With no male heirs born living, Frya’s future union was her father’s best chance of passing his crown to a suitable heir. As such, marriage was a subject that featured heavily in Frya’s formative years. It was expected that she would marry well, to a man of strength and power. A suitable heir who would one day shoulder the future of the Ironwinds. Two men in the clan grew to be worthy of such consideration: the Jarl of Ships, Torgeir Tallison, and the Jarl of Blades, Skarde Skrigson. After a series of successful victories plundering the south, Skarde became forerunner in Frya’s affections and her father’s ambitions, ultimately winning her hand.";}
#frya.cpdesc2:before{content:"While Frya did not love her husband at their union, a passion and respect bloomed for the man as assuredly as their first child grew in Frya’s belly. Skarde typified everything that was mighty to the celts. All that was worthy and gloried; and he was her husband. How could her heart not warm with prideful satisfaction over her new spouse? Unfortunately, in Skarde, the ability to lead was accompanied by a vicious impatience for the leadership itself. Of this, Frya’s father became astutely aware. Fearing that Skarde would become too tyrannical to be a fair and wise kónungr of his people, Nosu Frodeson, Frya’s father, began to make no secret of how his preferences now lay elsewhere. Torgeir Tallison, it appeared, was not out of the running for the crown yet.";}
#frya.cpdesc3:before{content:"Frya’s advice and support fell upon her husband’s deaf ears, for Skarde was acutely unapologetic for his aggressive approach to life. As assuredly as Skarde was losing his chance to rule, Frya was losing her husband. When he floated to her the idea of leaving Ironwind, of beginning again elsewhere, Frya knew: their marriage was not to last. For she would never leave her home. Yet it was still a traumatic blow to discover her bed empty one morning. More horrific still to discover the crib of her first born equally so.";}
#frya.cpdesc4:before{content:"Yet, Frya was born royal. And royal life is built on the expectation of strength in the face of adversity, and grace under fire. After several years of fighting and failing to recover her eldest daughter, Frya has been forced to move forward for the sake of her remaining family. While she cannot claim to truly hate the man who stole away her baby, Skarde is the cause of much heartbreak for Frya. She does not, however, allow this to diminish her love for their second child Signý, or her new family with Torgeir and their son Björn. It was a day of great pride and joy when Signý chose to take Torgeir’s name as her own.";}
#frya.cpdesc5:before{content:"Frya is a determined and skilled shield maiden. She is well educated for an Ostmaðr and has learned Latin in the hopes of better negotiations with the Romans to the south. She is an intelligent and deeply feeling woman who grieves the loss of her child, fears what said daughter has been made into by her father and worries constantly over the future of her other two children. Her previous experiences have Frya monitoring Signý’s potential suitors closely and Björn’s temperament is an on-going trial equal only to Frya’s devout motherhood.";}
#fumisa.cpname:before{content:"Fumisa H'Abaddi";}
#fumisa.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Fumisa of Hei Abaddi, Courtier of K’m’t";}
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#fumisa.cpdesc1:before,#fumisa .cpdesc1:before{content:"The protected younger sister of Sethtah and Osiria, Fumisa is not ignorant to the horrors of their childhood but she has certainly been saved from suffering them alongside her siblings. Despite being only two years younger than Osiria, Fumisa was always the first to eat and the first to rest. She was the last to know of financial troubles, family dangers or illness. She was kept in protected and loving comfort as best her siblings could afford. But this does not make her naive. Nor does it stop lasting symptoms of trauma from invading her life.";}
#fumisa.cpdesc2:before{content:"Whilst Osiria suffers from exaggerated reactions to fearful stimuli, Fumisa's trauma comes out in her sleep. Night terrors are her common companion, leaving her drenched in sweat and screaming into the night. Sometimes, she is quiet enough not to disturb the household and she deals with the matter alone. At others, she has to be forcefully woken by her sister, brother or sister-in-law Ressiah, all of whom are sympathetic to her illness. Now an adult in her own right, Fumisa loathes these moments, when she feels burdensome to her family.";}
#fumisa.cpdesc3:before{content:"In order to combat some of the difficulties she causes about the household, Fumisa works hard to be of use elsewhere. She works to organise charitable causes and supports the poorer residents of their local neighbour in Cairo. She is also learning economics and trade as best she can. This aspiration led to the meeting of Gurion of Noah and promoted discussions between the Phoenician Mahnheeg and her brother Sethtah of marriage between herself and Gurion's son. Moving to another land is a terrifying prospect, but Fumisa wonders if such a match would be a benefit to her family and therefore the best way of repaying their care for her.";}
#fumisa.cpdesc4:before{content:"In all other areas of her life, Fumisa is a kind, caring and generous human being. She makes friends easily but is also very easily swayed and can be gullible if anyone should discuss their tragedies or traumas. She has zero experience with men or romance and a fairytale idea of what married life might be like for her in the future.";}
#gabriel.cpname:before{content:"Gabriel of Gurion";}
#gabriel.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Gabriel of Gurion, Birthed Heir of Gurion of Noah and Hanna of Zelper, Councilman of Phoenicia";}
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#gabriel.cpdesc1:before,#gabriel .cpdesc1:before{content:"Gabriel has worked alongside his father for the people of Israel since he was old enough to hold a scroll. Studious, passionate and more than a little hard-headed, Gabriel quickly became Gurion's essential right hand and was appointed his second on the Council only a few years after being confirmed a man. He has since been the passionate voice beside his father's calm wisdom and he is respected upon the Council as a fine second. He is also a clever man, with a head for numbers and nuance, making him a leader of the tradesmen and accountancy of the city. Whilst Gurion supports the morality and culture of his people, Gabriel turns to the pragmatic responsibilities of the economy and ensuring said people are fed and clothed.";}
#gabriel.cpdesc2:before,#gabriel .cpdesc1:before{content:"For the few years before Gabriel was made his father's right hand, he briefly strayed from his infallible trust in Gurion. With war an on-going threat on the outskirts of the Israeli way of life, Gabriel wanted to fight back. He encouraged his father to allow the visiting Hellenes to teach Phoenicians to fight. He wanted to take up the sword, to defend his fellow man. One particular conversation with Gurion from this time has forever remained with him. Gurion described a scenario in which two men fought one another, each cleaving away a piece of his enemy in retaliation for his last slice. Eventually the two men were whittled away to nothing but their souls. Souls that shone with the same light. And yet, they were both lost to the world. Had they each noticed that familiar light sooner, perhaps they would still have their lives with which to enjoy it. Violence, Gurion repeated over and again, was not the answer. For the Hellenes, raising a blade brought glory and honour. And Gurion was willing to give them that glory in exchange for his people's lives. But he would not hack away at the souls of his own people.";}
#gabriel.cpdesc3:before,#gabriel .cpdesc1:before{content:"To this day, Gabriel supports his father's path of pacifism. But that doesn't negate the violent frustration it causes within him. Believing conflict to be wrong, and yet wishing to exert violence upon enemies who have hurt him and his kin is a contradiction that Gabriel struggles to live with every day. That frustration continues to burn hotter and has now created in Gabriel a deep distrust and xenophobia for foreigners. He is often brisk and rude to anyone from overseas and is almost violent in his hatred for the Remetch'kmt in particular, making him the loudest voice of protest over his brother’s recent betrothal to a Remetch’kmt noblewoman.";}
#gabriel.cpdesc4:before,#gabriel .cpdesc1:before{content:"This inner turmoil of hatred versus pacifism grew significantly worse after Gabriel lost his wife. Tirzah, whom Gabriel married for the passionate love they shared, might not have been slain by a sword, but the war was certainly her killer. The fever that claimed so many lives in 992 BC was brought to the Phoenicians by a soldier of K'm't. And, whilst infection is still a new idea in the world, many say that the Israelis were punished for Gurion's foolish choice to extend mercy to his enemies. On his bad days, Gabriel strays into believing the critics, even as his love and respect for his father will eventually draw him back.";}
#gabriel.cpdesc5:before,#gabriel .cpdesc1:before{content:"The brightest ray of light in Gabriel's life now is his and Tirzah's daughter, Karmel. Past losses have left Gabriel overly-protective of Karmel and despite loving her more than life itself the pair are constantly reduced to argument. She is too proud, too spirited and too wild for a woman of her culture. But just how can Gabriel be too harsh upon a daughter he loves so deeply? Especially when such a spirit for justice comes straight from her mother, and the stubbornness is very much his own?";}
#gaellus.cpname:before{content:"Gaellus Nobilis Viatrix";}
#gaellus.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Gaellus Nobilis Viatrix, Claimed Son of Lord Maximus Nobilis Viatrix, Courtier of Roma";}
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#gaellus.cpdesc1:before,#gaellus .cpdesc1:before{content:"Born to a peasant celtic woman who died in his delivery, Gaellus' only clue to his lineage was a vague description of his father. Raised, until he was eight, by an elderly couple - neighbours of his mother -Gaellus was told of a distinct birthmark his father had borne. The couple had never spoken to the Romani man who travelled through their village, taking women as he saw fit. And they had never asked his name. But they recalled the mark: a smear of purple along his wrist and lower arm. A mark that Gaellus has inherited. This information was of little use to Gaellus for many years but would come to save his life in the future.";}
#gaellus.cpdesc2:before{content:"When a horde of fighters from the north descended over the middle territories of Europe -including his hometown- Gaellus' adoptive caretakers were left ransacked and injured. Without the means or money to feed a third mouth, Gaellus was asked to leave and rendered alone in the world. Joining a large number of Europeans who were headed south towards Roma, Gaellus became at once alone in the world -totally without family or kin- but also surrounded by people, who were kind and generous with the sparing resources they had. This caravan of refugees was Gaellus's surrogate community for many years. Within it, he met near a hundred people, learned a dozen cultures and rituals and developed several languages. He was adopted by them all, eating with different families on different nights and claiming the discarded clothes of the older children. Their travelling unit was often raided or robbed by the invading Ostmadr or common bandits and Gaellus quickly became efficient with a knife, skilled in throwing the little blades or sharpened rocks at enemies. He also learned the ways of the bow.";}
#gaellus.cpdesc3:before{content:"When the convoy of travellers finally reached the Roma lands of Viatrix, Gaellus was old enough to enlist in the Romani military. At only twelve years old, Gaellus could do little more than water the horses or speed messages between commanders but for the next fifteen years, he grew in aptitude and reputation. By fifteen, he was a soldier. At twenty, he was the tallest and strongest in his unit. At twenty-three he was appointed the rank of Centurion, three years later Legate. It was this prestigious rank that brought Gaellus to the edge of courtly circles. There, hovering on the outskirts of high society, he began to hear talk of a Lord Maximus: a nobleman of the northern Roma lands known for his scandalous behaviour. The gossip rolled over Gaellus's back until he heard the tale of Maximus's strange birthmark. One particularly loose-lipped courtier went so far as to express surprise that half the Romani population didn't possess such a mark given how many children Maximus must have fathered out of wedlock. Gaellus now knew the identity of his father.";}
#gaellus.cpdesc4:before{content:"From that point on, Gaellus kept a bracer over his afflicted wrist. Having found his place in life in the military, having left his hatred for the man who abandoned him and his mother in the mud of central Europe, Gaellus was determined to ignore this discovered connection. He wanted nothing from his noble heritage. Only when he was captured by the enemy did this commitment waiver.";}
#gaellus.cpdesc5:before{content:"After his commanding officer led his men into a doomed conflict, Gaellus was left behind as collateral damage. Taken by the Blacklock Hill sippe, Gaellus was kept as an amusing game. Tied naked to a pole, he became a punching bag for Ostmadr fighters, commanders - and even their children - Gaellus burned with humiliation, despair and eventual pneumonia. He gave up on rescue and on life in general, until he heard talk of an approaching peace party. After six months of degrading torment, Gaellus had picked up enough Latin to understand the salient point: a unit of Viatrix soldiers were suing for peace after a battle ended in their favour. Suddenly struck with a survival instinct more powerful than his apathy, Gaellus called to any Ostmadr who would listen, and he used the only card he had left to play: that he was a nobleman, born of Maximus Nobilis Viatrix.";}
#gaellus.cpdesc6:before{content:"This claim placed Gaellus in the path of Claudius, his birth cousin and leader of the House of Viatrix. Since then, Gaellus has been accepted into the Viatrix House without argument. His mark and his story were enough to convince Claudius of his sincerity but it was Gaellus's disinterest in the nobility and his determination to repay the given ransom and to never again bother Claudius that had the head of Viatrix opening his doors wider. Gaellus was neither angry nor conniving. He did not seek anything from the House of Viatrix. And that was precisely why he was given everything. Four years later, Claudius now treats Gaellus as his brother. He has given him a home, a family and a second profession.";}
#gaellus.cpdesc7:before{content:"Whilst Gaellus is on leave or not actively serving as Legate in the Romani legions, he journeys to the capital seeking support and financial contributions to the efforts in the north. As a handsome war hero, Gaellus has become an effective face for the cause and has been offered numerous opportunities with ladies of the court who are " thankful " for his service. In this area, Gaellus is particularly prudish. Whilst his heritage is now known to all, Gaellus is determined to never act in a way that would have others thinking him his father's son.";}
#gavriil.cpname:before{content:"Gavriil of Dimitrou";}
#gavriil.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Varónos Gavriil of Dynasteía Dimitrou, Birthed Heir of Lord Myros of Dynasteía Dimitrou and Laila of Vasiliádon, Senator of Taengea, Hellas";}
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#gavriil.cpdesc1:before,#gavriil .cpdesc1:before{content:"With a gravelly voice and an irritable disposition, Gavriil is the harsh but fair leader of the Dimitrou family. Gavriil believes in nothing more strongly than family unity and he would -and has been known to- stand by his brother and his children to the very end. A key example of Gavriil's character are the records and accounts he is honour-bound to complete as Head of House: for he detests them and yet performs them with careful vigilance. Gavriil is a well-informed leader of his provinces and people. His knowledge of law, senatorial practice and annual festivals is extensive, defying those who have come to think of this bristling old gentleman as a rustic savage living in the woods.";}
#gavriil.cpdesc2:before{content:"Unlike those whose House ties are based in blood or duty, the Dimitrous are a family of genuine love, affection and respect for the individuals that form it. This is the idealism to which Gavriil and his brother Dorotheos were born. The House of Dimitrou is rumoured to be the original rulers of all of Hellas, before the birth of the three kingdoms, and it is certainly the oldest ruling House of Taengea. Yet, such a history seems to have made those born to it somehow tired of regality. The Dimitrou family, now neither particularly wealthy nor powerful, have taken themselves into the paradise-like woodlands of their southern provinces and enjoy a serene and fulfilling life of quiet dignity. Gavriil and Dorotheos grew up much like a lower-class family, hunting alongside locals and tending to their own fences. This hard but fair work has given them both a sturdy, practical mindset in which privileges are to be earned and there is great joy in reaping the benefits of their labour.";}
#gavriil.cpdesc3:before{content:"Despite the similarities in their upbringing, the brothers grew very different. Dorotheos became a lover of books and learning; a passion that could not be wholly sated in a rural provincial life. His tastes took him more often to the capital and onwards across the seas. Gavriil, instead, was more than content to remain in his home, defending his own boundaries and seeing to the everyday toil of life. He married a woman beneath his station for love and was blessed with three children, all of whom he is incredibly proud of. Iason is, in Gavriil's eyes, a faultless heir, Dorothea his strong and vibrant daughter and Alexa his little princess. Whilst his exterior may be gruff and his words never very sophisticated, Gavriil's love for his offspring is one of the most obvious emotions he can portray and one of his healthiest relationships. Particularly with Iason. Where many families will keep their adult children in the role of child within the house, Gavriil speaks with his son as very much an equal. Only when Iason is threatened will the brave stag take the dominant role, for protecting his family is something he takes with grave seriousness.";}
#gavriil.cpdesc4:before{content:"As far as the rest of the upper classes go, Gavriil likes to stay away from the chaos and underhanded tactics of the Senate. He attends in order to stay informed and be a good leader to his people, but he refuses to engage in the hostilities and political games that he views as childish. In return, the rest of society see Gavriil as a throwback to an older age: an old man past his time. And a waste of opportunity. Gavriil was, for a time, a handsome, heroic archer of the Taengean army and a proficient charioteer –a man of great promise. Promise that he took into the wilds to live a bizarrely quiet life with his family. It remains to be seen if the geographical distance will be able to hold the machinations of the court far enough away for his family to remain unscathed.";}
#georgios.cpname:before{content:"Georgios of Leventi";}
#georgios.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Varónos Georgios of Dynasteía Leventi, Birthed Son of Lord Seraphim of Dynasteía Leventi and Lady Polina of Dynasteía Leventi, Senator of Taengea, Hellas";}
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#georgios.cpdesc1:before,#georgios .cpdesc1:before{content:"As the second born son of (arguably) once the most powerful man in Taengea, Georgios of Leventi grew up with wealth, power and crippling expectations. Now a devoted husband and father of five beautiful daughters, Georgios has not rejected his heritage but certainly takes a smaller role in the legacy of his House. Though he fulfils his duties with the utmost diligence, Georgios never sees those tasks beyond what is necessary. The rest of his time he devotes to family, love and kinship; pursuits he deems a far more worthy use of his life. Unfortunately, this devotion continues to feed rumours of his possible illegitimacy…";}
#georgios.cpdesc2:before{content:"Growing up, Georgios was forever measured against his brothers. Not in a manner designed to encourage competition but with whispers of scandal and discord. Why might his appearance be so different from Fotios and Konstanos? Why is his temperament so much calmer? Is his demeanour more sanguine? Are his ambitions more modest? Once upon a time, remarks were made of Georgios' mother and whether she was, in fact, true to her husband Seraphim throughout their marriage, or if Georgios' contrasting nature was borne of a differing bloodline. In truth, no-one can really know, but Georgios was once incredibly alike to his late sister Lucille, so perhaps he is a Leventi through and through. Or perhaps not.";}
#georgios.cpdesc3:before{content:"Regardless of the facts, such rumours were denied not only by Georgios himself, who took pride in his family name, but his brothers Fotios and Konstanos. Raised under the merciless eye of their father, all three brothers banded together in the unity found through a common enemy. While Fotios suffered the pressure of Seraphim's highest hopes and Konstanos was relegated and neglected as the youngest, spare heir, Georgios' heartbreak came in the form of a desperate need for paternal attention: a need that forever went unfulfilled. In a way, this has contributed to a firm loyalty in Georgios for his eldest brother who, as the current Head of House, steps a little into a paternal role even in their adult years.";}
#georgios.cpdesc4:before{content:"Almost in direct rebellion of the way he was raised, Georgios' greatest ambition now is to create a joyous and fulfilling homelife for his children. Overly compassionate and deliberate in his sharing of affection, Georgios is almost feminine at times, determined to tell each and every one of his daughters just how much they are loved day in and day out. This devotion also extends to his wife. Though Georgios and Evelli were married by arrangement, a true love and kindness has grown between them. Georgios feels nothing but gratitude for each beautiful girl Evelli brings to their lives, and has no desire for a male heir. Let his brothers battle for the future of the Leventi name. Georgios' only concern is that Leventi remain a family as much as it is a House.";}
#gianna.cpname:before{content:"Gianna of Mikaelidas";}
#gianna.cptitle:before{content:"Her Highness, Basilem Gianna of Dynasteía Mikaelidas, Birthed Daughter of Basilu Zenon of Dynasteía Mikaelidas and Lady Elise of Dynasteía Mikaelidas, Royal of Taengea, Hellas";}
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#gianna.cpdesc1:before,#gianna .cpdesc1:before{content:"Gianna has all the intelligence necessary to avoid the trap of naivete. Unfortunately, as the youngest-born of four children and a doted-on princess to boot, Gia has never learned to develop that intellect into a shield against gullibility. Sweet and trusting, Gianna is too open with most people. This makes her a wondrous friend to have and a truly kind individual but it also leaves her vulnerable to the cunning and the manipulative.";}
#gianna.cpdesc2:before{content:"Gianna's sweetness extends beyond the Court and her usual friends. Members of the animal kingdom are often the recipients of her love, as she takes home every injured kitten and tends every broken wing she finds. She loves children and at social functions can often be found entertaining the smallest offspring of other courtiers with stories or games.";}
#gianna.cpdesc3:before{content:"Patience, kindness and generosity of spirit also lends itself to Gianna's hobby of gardening. Her private chambers are often full of vibrant, green plants and blossoming flowers. She likes spending time outdoors as much as she does the occasional tome of learning. She has an avid interest in the science of plants and growth and this extends into medicine and homoeopathic skills (an interest partially promoted by her brothers occasionally coming home with war wounds).";}
#gianna.cpdesc4:before{content:"Gianna is certainly the most naive of the Mikaelidas' line and many are aware of this gentleness. However, most fail to notice that, to open your heart and make yourself vulnerable to every little thing also requires an exceptional amount of inner strength and a courage of character that Gianna has in spades.";}
#gloriana.cpname:before{content:"Gloriana Nobilis Evander";}
#gloriana.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Gloriana Nobilis Evander, Birthed Daughter of Lord Domicus Nobilis Evander and Liliana of Lycri, Courtier of Roma";}
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#gloriana.cpdesc1:before,#gloriana .cpdesc1:before{content:"Despite a nubile visage, Gloriana has always been mature for her age. Diligent in character and serious by nature, she is also an optimist and just a touch naive. Whilst her intelligence paints her far from gullible, Gloriana's determination to see the best in others will occasionally send her the way of being taken advantage of. Luckily, a protective brother and strong family unit has seen her escape any potential dangers... thus far.";}
#gloriana.cpdesc2:before{content:"Losing her mother at fifteen was a trying time for Gloriana. To make matters worse, her father took the loss hard and turned to alcohol for his consolation. Whilst this seemed to double Gloriana's loss, turning her and her siblings into orphans, it brought the three closer together. Erotus played defiant defender to his siblings, Luciliana laid it out with any of the younger courtiers who spoke ill of their drunken patriarch. And Gloriana took up the slack in the family trade. Supported by aides and stewards, Gloriana's natural head for numbers was a godsend. Whilst she had not the expertise, power or gender to advance the Evander industries, she could at least keep the very basics in play until her father returned to himself.";}
#gloriana.cpdesc3:before{content:"It took two years to return, but he did. Whilst Domicus's relationship with Erotus and Luciliana still suffers from his drink-induced neglect, Gloriana has a forgiving and romantic soul. Whilst her father's abandonment still aches in places she cannot seem to heal, part of Gloriana recognises that her father's weakness came from his grief. And his grief came from his great love for her mother. Unable to truly hate her father for such a love, Gloriana now behaves as if those two years never happened. She works beside her father, aiding him in his business ventures, and spends the remainder of her time training as a priestess in the temple of Minerva.";}
#gloriana.cpdesc4:before{content:"The only reticence in Gloriana's life now is Helvia. Whilst the woman herself is perfectly gentile, Gloriana is instinctively nervous of the growing affection between her step-mother and Domicus. Just how would the Evander family survive if something were to happen to her father's second wife? Preferring the years when Domicus merely respected his new wife, Gloriana has great difficulty swallowing Helvia's renewed desire for a child. At her age, Helvia risks much to have another baby. And Gloriana knows all too well where such tragedies would push her father. So how can Helvia be so selfish in making these demands? To make matters worse, Helvia now wishes to see Gloriana married away from the House? This newest development has led the sweet and unassuming Gloriana to dig her heels in and turn rebel for the first time in her life. A shift in character that her doting father is not pleased with…";}
#gunnar.cpname:before{content:"Gunnar Steinarson";}
#gunnar.cptitle:before{content:"His Einvalds, Kónungr Gunnar Steinarson of the Bearkings Ostmaðr, Birthed Heir of Kónungrson Steinar Jornnson of the Bearkings Ostmaðr and Eiginkona Katri, Royal of Ostjorð";}
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#gunnar.cpdesc1:before,#gunnar .cpdesc1:before{content:"Gunnar is everything a celt should be. Tall, broad, fierce and courageous. He fights with devout honour to his comrades and an unmerciful violence upon his enemies. Yet, he is no meat-head. Cool and calculating, he is a skilled leader of his people because he fights with his brain as much as his brawn. His main tactic upon the battlefield is to display a total lack of fear coupled with exceptional, dominating might... and then to sue for peace and demand the enemy's surrender. He usually gets it.";}
#gunnar.cpdesc2:before{content:"Such prowess is not restricted to the battlefield. Gunnar has the natural charisma of a warrior king, winning over not only his men but women in their droves. Females fall at the crook of his finger and Gunnar makes great use of this skill, with a woman (or two, or three) in his bed most nights. Two particular favourites of his are Skuld Skardottir (who conveniently fights on neighbouring battlefields to Gunnar's forces) and Frida Arndottir (a new lover to be enjoyed while Gunnar is back home). Of the two, Gunnar holds little preference, seeing them as means to his own sexual ends, but if he had to choose a favourite, Skuld's warrior spirit and equal lack of affection would win her the entirely empty position. For Frida, young as she is, is growing a tendency for associating sex with love...";}
#gunnar.cpdesc3:before{content:"After the death of his father, Gunnar became Kónungr of his people. He was nine years old. As a stand-in for his inexperience, his uncle Svein became his guardian and advisor. In Gunnar's youth, this took the form of handling royal matters and protecting Gunnar's interests as king, whilst the boy learned from the tutors and the Jarls of his people (as stipulated in his father's last will). As Gunnar grew into adulthood, this arrangement changed. Now he fights to expand the Bearking territories to the south, and Svein has simultaneously been playing pseudo-king. If Gunnar is the axe, carving out land and prosperity for his people –a warrior king, coated in blood– his uncle has been playing the shield, protecting the home fires and seeing to the everyday needs of the Bearking Ostmadr. For this, Gunnar owes great love and fealty to his uncle, entirely ignorant of Svein's personal ambitions.";}
#gunnar.cpdesc4:before{content:"Only, in recent years, Svein's decisions have begun to overstep. At the latest folkmoot, Svein stood in as Kónungr of the Bearkings, his message about the meet arriving with Gunnar curiously late. Now he is near to completing a betrothal between Gunnar and Frida of the Bonemakers Sippe. In both matters, Gunnar has allowed events to unfold: at the time of the folkmoot, he was mid-battle anyway. And he has already engaged in a passionate flirtation with the lovely Frida when at home; he has no strong feelings one way or another of her becoming his queen. Yet, as his brother Calder points out, the younger generations of Bearking warriors should be swearing their allegiance to Gunnar. Not to Svein. Perhaps, Calder has been suggesting, Gunnar needs to return home more often, be amongst his men with more frequency, and reassert his claim of the birthright their father left him.";}
#gunnar.cpdesc5:before{content:"Such ideas do not find an unsympathetic ear with Gunnar. Although he is not an overly ambitious man, he honours the crown his father left him and has every intention of retaining it for himself and his future children. But how to broach such a topic with his uncle? Gunnar feels certain that these 'over-steps' are nothing more than a devoted uncle becoming too passionate in his duties. So how to raise the subject without insulting a beloved uncle's honour and integrity? Of all Gunnar's skills, tact is not amongst them –a fact he knows well. Charisma and bold leadership he excels at. Subtlety is foreign to him. This small inconvenience has seen his talks with Svein delayed over and again. Now, however, it cannot be put off further. Matters must be seen to. Plus, returning home always holds the benefit of a wider choice of fine women, despite his impending betrothal.";}
#gurion.cpname:before{content:"Gurion of Noah";}
#gurion.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Mahnheeg Gurion of Noah, Birthed Heir of Noah of Mikah and Mary of Namah, Councilman of Phoenicia";}
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#gurion.cpdesc1:before,#gurion .cpdesc1:before{content:"A great leader of the Phoenician people, Gurions politics have previously and continue to raise the eyebrows of his peers and foreign officials. But his achievements against powerful enemies cannot be denied and he is widely respected for his calm authority in the face of impossible odds. Known as a miracle-maker by some and too idealistic by others, Gurion accepts both judgments upon his character with grace and understanding. Having never taken a second wife after the loss of his beloved Hanna, Gurion turns his life's purpose now to the support of his sons and the raising of his grandchildren, hoping to soon pass down the responsibilities of his seat on the Council to the boys that make him so very proud to call his sons...";}
#gurion.cpdesc2:before{content:"Of the six great cities of Phoenicia, Israel has seen the most conflict. In recent decades, the violence and cruelty enacted on the city by foreign invaders has been seen and felt most keenly by its leader, Gurion of Noah. Along the southern borderlands of Israel's territory, K'm't has sought to expand its empire. Whilst much of this land is merely sand, Pharaoh Imopehatsuma had his eyes set on the prosperous port cities of Lebanon. And Israel was Phoenicia's first line of defence. Without a national military, the toll of Phoenician deaths was in the thousands. But a young Gurion was not too proud to seek aid. The Hellenes would not wish to see the reach of their enemies extend further into the Mediterranean. And they were willing to fight on Phoenician soil to keep the Pharaoh to his own deserts. Taengea, in particular, offered Israel soldiers and supplies, all in exchange for profitable tax and trade arrangements along the eastern Med. But this was not solely Gurion's to offer. The Council were called and convinced by Gurion's eloquence and assurances: if Israel, Ammun and Jerusalem did not all bow to Hellenic negotiations, each of the six cities would fall after Israel burned. Gurion retains his reputation as the man who bowed to Hellenic pressure against the will of his fellow Councilmen. But also as the saviour of Phoenicia in a time of war. This ambivalent respect and disgruntlement follows him to this day.";}
#gurion.cpdesc3:before{content:"Whilst Israel suffered great casualties over the war years, battle also birthed a new and blessed initiative of which Gurion is very proud. Spearheaded by his wife Hanna, Israel became the first known land to build a permanent infirmary. A hospital in the truest sense of the word, without any function or purpose besides the caring of the sick. These Houses of Mercy began as encampments, groups of tents, reserved for the wounded. Though common on many battlefields, these camps grew larger with the sheer number of civilian casualties to fall beneath the might of K'm't. The conflict lasted so long that it began to pay dividends to invest in these places of healing, training slaves and young men to tend to the injured. Though women could never touch the male patients, they were permitted to care for the female victims or aide with tasks like laundry and cleaning. As the years passed, Gurion's sons were married and their wives supported Hanna in her championing of the cause.";}
#gurion.cpdesc4:before{content:"Controversially, Gurion's faith insisted that Remetch’kmt soldiers, left by their peers or too wounded to make it home were treated alongside Israelis and Hellenes. A decision met with even more judgement when a soldier of K'm't, diseased and delirious was allowed into the largest of the medical encampments. Fever and sickness were soon rampant throughout the sick and hundreds were killed. Including Gurion's wife and both of his daughters-in-law. The three men of the Azari family were widowed together but forced to sideline their grief in favour of their children and their people. For six more years, the fighting continued. Until Pharaoh Imopehatsuma became distracted by conflict amongst his own advisors and was forced to withdraw his troops. He died before he could resurrect his desire to take the north.";}
#gurion.cpdesc5:before{content:"For the reign of acting Queen Hatshepsut, Israel has been free of violence, but its scars remain. The Taengean soldiers remain in residence as a deterrent to the Remetch’kmt and the hospital continues to bloom and grow, now with beyt sepher, famed across the world for teaching anatomy and medical practice. The Hanna Habeyt (Hanna's House) is a space that Gurion visits regularly, if only to sit and enjoy the atmosphere for learning and healing.";}
#gurion.cpdesc6:before{content:"As a boy, Gurion was quiet and a little timid in social situations. Curious and compassionate, he would gladly stand beside those who needed his aide, but would struggle to speak out as he stood with fists clenched. Now, life has elevated Gurion's confidence and he speaks his truth where he sees fit. He is an active and devoted member of the Phoenician Council and he enjoys walking amongst his people with a smile on his face and an open hand to help...";}
#gygaea.cpname:before{content:"Gygaea of Megaris";}
#gygaea.cptitle:before{content:"Her Divine Grace, Sister Gygaea of Megaris, Lereía of the Cypress Sisterhood, Priestess of Colchis, Hellas";}
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#gygaea.cpdesc1:before,#gygaea .cpdesc1:before{content:"The elder sister of Calypsa, Gygaea joined the temple at a very young age. She was saved by priestesses from the temple after she and her mother suffered several beatings from her father. On the eve of her ninth birthday, a particular moment of abuse in her family home was interrupted by a duo of priestesses, in the area to assist with a delivery. Unable to secure the permission to take Gygaea into the sanctuary of the temple immediately, the priestesses were forced to leave her with her father for one more night. In the early hours of the morning, Gygaea was rescued by the priestesses, who kept their promise to return for her, as soon as their charge had delivered their baby and permission could be sought from the temple. Gygaea was taken to the temple in Illytia, never to return.";}
#gygaea.cpdesc2:before{content:"Never will Gygaea forget how her rescuers saved her in the darkened hours that day; entering her father’s home as a unit, a priestess keeping her father pinned to a wall by a readied arrow pointing straight at his throat. One of the other women had placed a hand around the young Gygaea’s shoulders, ushering her out the house and on to her future.";}
#gygaea.cpdesc3:before{content:"Gygaea would grow up to become one of the temple’s eldest and most esteemed priestesses, mentoring many sisters along the way. She is the only one amongst them to have lived to see the reign of three High-priestesses. In each case, she was a valued friend as well as a keeper of sorts. Gygaea is an elder, meaning that, before one speaks to the High-Priestess it is from Gygaea that the women will first seek advice and knowledge. Gygaea and the other elders of the Temple are those who elected Kallista to the position of High-Priestess after the death of their last one. Many believe that it should have been Gygaea to take on the role, yet Gygaea herself claims that ruling the Sisterhood has never been her desire, nor her fate.";}
#gygaea.cpdesc4:before{content:"After becoming a priestess, Gygaea returned to the small village in Megaris where she was born, intent on finding her mother and rescuing her from her life of abuse. But all she found was a new family living in her old home. Wherever her parents were, they had moved on to another town or home, or perhaps left Megaris altogether... With no way of finding them, Gygaea theorised that Artemis must wish for her to leave her past where it was and focus on her future.";}
#gygaea.cpdesc5:before{content:"Gygaea is historical within the Sisterhood as she was the only Priestess currently living to excel in all her roles – she has performed as a Lereía, Kynigós and Maíes at different points in her life and now serves in whatever capacity is most needed. Most of the time, this means she serves as a teacher to the newly initiated cohorts. Gygaea is a dutiful woman, she is loyal to the cause and, after her history, has little mercy or recognition for men. The priestesses of the temple would describe Gygaea as being very humble, though she is quick like a whip and does not tolerate dissonance of any kind. She is strict as well as compassionate. Many are able to get along with this priestess, though she has a reputation of making sure young acolytes are held accountable for their actions. As an instructor, Gygaea pushes initiates and priestesses, encouraging them to discover the benefits of Artemis in their own way. She is a gem found in the Cypress Sisterhood; her loyalty to the goddess only rivalled by the priestesses’ loyalty to her.";}
#gyzel.cpname:before{content:"Gyzel Nasepilu";}
#gyzel.cptitle:before{content:"Her Highness, Hāssas Gyzel Nasepilu of the Antu' Ammuna, Birthed Daughter of Tuhkanti Nasepilu Kinasa of the Antu’ Tahurna and Hāssas Gyzla Ammuna the Antu' Ammuna, Courtier of Hattusa";}
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#gyzel.cpdesc1:before,#gyzel .cpdesc1:before{content:"Gyzel is not an unfeeling person. Deep down she cares sincerely for her family and those she calls friends. But her survival instincts are stronger. At the end of the day, if there is a decision to be made between herself and those she cares for, Gyzel will choose to save her own skin every time. This talent for self-preservation was born in Gyzel at the age of six: when her father passed away. Since then, she has steeped herself in what makes her own life better, repeating selfish decisions masked with a social charisma that fools others into thinking Gyzel kinder than she is.";}
#gyzel.cpdesc2:before{content:"Gyzel's mother was an addict and, in fits of drunk irrationality, she saw her eldest daughter as a threat. To her youth, to her beauty. Behind closed doors, Gyzla was barbarous in her words and regularly tore down the young Gyzel. Only Gyzel's father knew the truth. Only he kept her safe from her mother's spiteful comments and scathing criticisms, always correcting them or standing up for his daughter when his wife's opioid-high ramblings went too far. Upon his death, Gyzel was left with no one. Her brother Teoma, who would have charged to her defence in an instant had he known, was already am errand boy in the local militia and rarely home. Her little sister was only four. Gyzel was alone. To make matters worse, Gyzla was charming. Passionate and fiery, social and engaging. Even when under the influence, Gyzla could win over a crowd, courtiers swarming to her pleasurable company. Who would believe the complaints of a six year old girl, who possessed no bruises, that her mother was so cruel?";}
#gyzel.cpdesc3:before{content:"Gyzel's only option was to become her own defender. To fight back. To look out for herself and only herself. Ure was safe. Gyzla, for whatever reason, never felt the need to strike out at the youngest in the house. Perhaps because Ure's timidity was so severe she could never be seen as competition. Gyzel, on the other hand, was smiling, curious and energetic. She won the hearts of those around her with a funny comment or a playful game. She was well-received wherever she went and had a natural instinct for adaptation. Even as a young child, Gyzel knew the difference between behaviours fit for royal company and acts suitable before the servants. She was a skilled socialiser and a loveable character, with a bright, rising future ahead of her. Perhaps this was why her mother took such great pains to drag her back down.";}
#gyzel.cpdesc4:before{content:"Spending one's early life on the defensive causes a strange phenomenon in adulthood. When Gyzel was nineteen, her mother was removed from the house. Arrested for incompetency and treasonous neglect of her responsibility as acting Antuhsa, Gyzla was taken to a far northern rock quarry and forced into harsh manual labour. It was not long before the lack of drink and smoke drove her into the ground. Gyzel was free. But freedom, after so many years as one side of a combative dialogue, is a frightening liberation. Without an enemy against whom to arm herself, without a threat to defend against, Gyzel's life became... flat. With the shackles gone and so many choices now open to her, Gyzel became reckless. A little drink here, a little smoke there. She explored the taste of men, of women, of servants and nobles alike. She rode horses too fast, stuck her head from carriage windows and experimented with swordplay. Never a talented student and far too excitable to apply herself to a single skill, Gyzel has become master of very few talents. But her natural aptitude for socialisation has not abated. She is still the centre of any crowd, with little to no effort on her part. She still has a sweet word for anyone and a hilarious joke for her friends.";}
#gyzel.cpdesc5:before{content:"Unfortunately, in recent months, Gyzel's wayward lifestyle has begun to undermine her interpersonal dynamics. After building a large network of shallow friendships, Gyzel is discovering that very few of them can stand beneath pressure. As her drinking and drug-taking now places her in the firing line of several powerful individuals, her so-called friends are scattering, melting away into the ether. Without realising it, Gyzel has followed in her mother's footsteps, allowing her passions and weaknesses for the world to discredit her potential. The largest of these blunders came recently when Gyzel offended the Tawananna herself. Narrowly avoiding the hangman's noose, Gyzel and her family were exiled to the far eastern city of Carchemish. But Gyzel's brother had other plans. Whilst he rebuilt their family name in the borderlands, Gyzel was sent to study in the high temples in the capital. Teoma Nanurtu hopes the new appointment will bring stability and maturity to Gyzel's life. And that may be a successful venture. For, in the capital, Gyzel has met Faetma, the beautiful royal princess who is sensibility incarnate. Unfortunately, it is hard to let go of such hedonistic joys when they've been denied you for so long and influence may be swinging in the wrong direction. In the last few weeks, Gyzel has not become any more responsible and Faetma appears to be spiralling down into Gyzel's house of fun.";}
#hadi.cpname:before{content:"Hadi Karkesh";}
#hadi.cptitle:before{content:"Her Highness, Hāssas Hadi Karkesh of the Antu' Suppilu, Birthed Daughter of Tuhkanti Karkesh Narsi of the Antu’ Suppilu and Hāssas Ellem Hantili, Courtier of Hattusa";}
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#hadi.cpdesc1:before,#hadi .cpdesc1:before{content:"Hadi has no interest in playing nice. Raised by a loving and doting father who has never buckled under anyone, Hadi has followed in her sire's footsteps. Bold, courageous and stubborn as a mule, Hadi accepts nothing by perfection from herself and those around her and is moral to a fault. Combining her mother's saintly goodness with her father's domineering attitudes, Hadi sees justice and fairness as the sacred rules of life. She is an avid supporter of the temples, devout worshipper of the Gods and often comes across as preachy and judgmental. But all in all, she believes in the greater end of her family and the world in which they live.";}
#hadi.cpdesc2:before{content:"Growing up, Hadi knew she would never lead her family's name. She was female and her brother was successful in both mind and body. Never talented at being sweet and demure as many noble women are, Hadi felt shame in the presence of her perfectly feminine mother and more at home beside her bolshy father. Working hard to earn his attention, Hadi progressed in lessons of economics, languages and diplomacy. Growing a head too big for her gender in the world of politics, she often accompanies her father to his meetings in the capital and is a well-known face in the Hittite Court where she holds no bones about making her opinion known. Luckily, Hadi's sense of propriety and lessons in etiquette save her from ever truly stomping on the sensibilities of others, else she would have been in trouble a long time ago. But her social skills have not saved Hadi's reputation from being a touch divisive. To some, Hadi is a pushy and criticising woman who never meets anything or anyone of which she approves. Being her friend is therefore exhausting and takes a bullet-proof ego. To others, however, Hadi is the epitome of female strength, courageous and beautiful, and unwilling to back down from a debate or argument. Unfortunately for Hadi's future prospects, most men fall upon the disapproving side of this spectrum. Whilst strong women are certainly appealing in the Hittite world, no man wants to be wed to women he cannot control, at least to a point.";}
#hadi.cpdesc3:before{content:"To make matters worse, Hadi's less likeable side has been more evident of late. Particularly whenever she is in the company of her new step-mother. Tukana of Sapinuwa is, as far as Hadi is concerned, a social climber ready to use her father for her own gains. In addition to these sins, Tukana has been attempting, on Ibram Karkesh's instruction, to perform certain duties around the Suppilu household... and is completing the tasks to a far lesser standard than Hadi can accept. Such a woman does not deserve to be matriarch of a powerful house and Hadi has no hesitation whatsoever in making this conclusion public to any and all who ask. Openly hostile towards Tukana and defensive over the household tasks that have been hers for many years now, Hadi is gradually turning her friends at Court against her beautiful young step-mother and refuses to accept her even an inch.";}
#hadrian.cpname:before{content:"Hadrian Lex Nobilis Remusi";}
#hadrian.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Hadrian Lex Nobilis Remusi, Birthed Heir of Lord Hadrianus Lex Nobilis Remusi and Lady Helvia Nobilis Remusi, Courtier of Roma";}
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#hadrian.cpdesc1:before,#hadrian .cpdesc1:before{content:"Hadrian's memories of his father are few but powerful. The smell of his armour when he returned home from training. The light in his eyes when he winked at his son over his dinner plate. The feel of his arms whilst being held. To Hadrian, his father was a soldier of Mars and a hero of Phoebus. He was everything a man should be. This conviction has formed Hadrian's entire image of what it means to be a man: the kind of man he wants to become. Now enlisting with the Remusi militia, Hadrian works to be closer to his birth House over the Evanders, whom his mother has married them into. Whilst he has nothing against the Evanders in general, Hadrian resents any further distance put between him and his father's House. Despite offers from Domicus, he has refused to take the Evander name and shows nothing but distant politeness to his step-siblings.";}
#hadrian.cpdesc2:before{content:"In other areas of his life, Hadrian is far more emotional. After six months of war training, Hadrian is now heavy-handedly seeking a promotion to Miless but his superiors are curiously stubborn. Citing a lack of emotional discipline, Hadrian's superiors are refusing him a rank that he feels entitled to. This criticism hits even harder, and Hadrian rebukes it all the more, because, deep down, he senses its truth. Quick to temper and a whiny advocate of fairness, Hadrian has an unfavourable reputation both amongst his fellow soldiers and in the Roma Court. He is easy to draw into argument and highly defensive of any apparent slight to his character, intelligence or courage. Whilst Hadrian lacks restraint, he does possess awareness and detests his own sensitivities. A true man, he vows, should hold his emotions in check.";}
#hadrian.cpdesc3:before{content:"Ironically, these irresistible desires for control and the execution of justice make Hadrian more like his father than he knows. Unaware of Hadrianus's temper or the abuse his mother suffered at the man's hands, Hadrian judges his own faults against a perfect shadow; the ghost of a man who never existed. His frustration feeds his rage. His rage influences his behaviour. And the results of his choices continue to derail his career and inflate his frustration. Hadrian is on a rolling spiral towards dangerous ground and the cousins he so desperately seeks to connect with want nothing to do with such an explosive temperament. Especially given the difficult history between their fathers.";}
#hadrian.cpdesc4:before{content:"Though Alecco and Hadrianus were never close, the Remusi household honoured their duty when Hadrianus passed and Hadrian's mother was widowed. For seven years, Hadrian lived with his cousins, disliking their arrogant sense of self importance. After Marcellus was sent to war things became more tolerable around the calmer, kinder Lucius. But still, Hadrian struggled to make any lasting bonds of friendship. Determined not to see her beloved son follow in the footsteps of his Remusi bloodlines, Helvia would soon send Hadrian to the western Cannae lands. Between the ages of fifteen and nineteen, Hadrian studied there, hoping to improve his natural talents with graphite and paint at the same fine institute of the arts that his mother attended. It was not to be. Hadrian did not wish to be like his mother but his father. He wanted a sword in hand, not a brush.";}
#hadrian.cpdesc5:before{content:"Upon his mother's remarriage into the House of Evander, Hadrian returned to central Europa lands and refused to be swayed. He was given lessons in the Evander trading houses. He was encouraged to learn politics from tutors in the capital. His mother used tears and guilt to keep him close. This leap frogging across expertises has left Hadrian as a jack of all trades, master of none but, eventually, he achieved his greatest desire and enlisted in a militia under the direct training command of the Remusi. Eventually, he was sure he would advance to a commanding rank and join his cousins in the north. Six months later, he now finds himself stuck, barred by an idiot of a commanding officer. Of course, Hadrian has the connections to go over such a man's head. All he needs is the right wording and an effective letter to Marcellus - no, to Lucius - and his path to glory is sure to clear...";}
#haitisuppiliuma.cpname:before{content:"Haiti Suppiliuma Haiwattama";}
#haitisuppiliuma.cptitle:before{content:"His Highness, Tuhkanti Suppiliuma Haiwattama of the Antu' Tahurna, Birthed Heir of Tuhkanti Haiwattama Mursiliwadna of the Antu’ Tahurna and Lady Akahepa of Hei Naddar, Royal of Hattusa";}
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#haitisuppiliuma.cpdesc1:before,#haitisuppiliuma .cpdesc1:before{content:"As the first born son to a king, pressure has been a constant companion in Haiti Suppiliuma's life. And not always a well-received one. Naturally disciplined, intelligent and raised with an honour code so deeply woven into his genetics that it seems to pour from his very skin, Haiti Suppiliuma is a natural born prince. When his grandfather passed, making his father Tabarna, Haiti Suppiliuma was just four years of age. But, with no uncles to take on the mantle of crown prince, the title was bestowed upon him as a child. No-one in the political spheres of Hattusa has since regretted the choice. Despite this apparently effortless synonymy with his position as the future king, however, Haiti Suppiliuma has fought doubts and anxieties his entire life. One cannot be so successful in all he does, after all, without working oneself into the ground and striving for an impossible, perfectionist ideal. And failing to reach such flawlessness takes its toll on the esteem and the mind.";}
#haitisuppiliuma.cpdesc2:before{content:"Only two people in the world know of Haiti Suppiliuma's internal conflict. One is his brother Kane Zaddiuka. Only three years apart, the pair grew up thick as thieves. Despite being older, Haiti Suppiliuma played second fiddle to Kane Zaddiuka's boisterous sense of adventure and crazed antics. As they grew up, scaring the stewards turned into chasing the house maids; antics that were only forgiven because both young men knew when to put silliness and flirtation aside. Each grew into an accomplished warrior and leader of men. Both strove to acquire wisdom as much as knowledge. Together, they continue to stand as the sword and shield of the empire. But such proximity meant that Haiti Suppiluma's nerves could not be hidden from his brother. Instead of seeing the man as less for his so-called cowardice, however, Kane Zaddiuka has remained in awe of his elder brother. A man who stands in the face of adversity without fear, after all, is not brave but foolish. The man who fears but strives onward all the same is a man of courageous integrity. And it is Haiti Suppiliuma's weaknesses that have earned a life-long fealty from his brother: perhaps the only man in the empire who might have truly challenged him for their father's crown.";}
#haitisuppiliuma.cpdesc3:before{content:"The second witness to Haiti Suppiliuma's human frailty is the woman who would become his wife. Common-born and only moderately wealthy, Nastia was not a suitable match for a would-be king. In fact, the match was flat out refused by the Tabarna when Haiti Suppiliuma first went to acquire the necessary permission. But whilst Nastia lacked practical and pragmatic qualities, she more than made up for it in her intelligence, her empathy and her wisdom. Graceful, tactful and unfailingly supportive of others, Nastia fell in love with Haiti Suppiliuma while he was in the middle of a panic attack. Her love and undying support saw Haiti Suppiliuma return to his father three times to demand permission for her hand, only finally achieving it when he threatened to take himself out of contention for the throne. While he was a Tabarna first and foremost, Sunti Haiwattama was also a father. Seeing such determination, such rebellion, from a son that had always striven to please and to fit the perfect princely role, told the king all he needed to know and he granted that Haiti Suppiliuma should be allowed to marry a woman without royal blood.";}
#haitisuppiliuma.cpdesc4:before{content:"Since then, life has been good. Haiti Suppiliuma is a loving and doting husband. He keeps a seraglio of roughly twenty women though he has yet to have children with any of them. Instead, he enjoys having a son and daughter by only his wife and works to raise them both with two particular lessons: the importance of trying one's hardest and the significance of accepting oneself.";}
#haldita.cpname:before{content:"Haldita an'Balthasar";}
#haldita.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Haldita of Balthasar Bêlu, Birthed Daughter of Babakan of Sidon and Lady Roshanak of Ashina Bêlu, Courtier of Babylonia";}
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#haldita.cpdesc1:before,#haldita .cpdesc1:before{content:"Born to the most respected woman and wealthiest man in the known land, Haldita has felt the pressure to impress since she was young. Despite her naturally stunning looks, she spends hours of her morning seeing to her appearance. She spends several more bathing and taking care of her appearance at night. Despite mastering the rules of etiquette as a child, she continues to pay tutors for lessons on the most current styles and habits. On the surface, Haldita is perhaps the most vain and vapid individual one could meet.";}
#haldita.cpdesc2:before{content:"In truth, her determination to be the finest in Court comes not from an arrogant need to be the center of attention, but the anxious pressure to measure up. Roshanak and Babakan have never outwardly taught their children that they are not good enough, or that additional effort must be made to attain their love, but Haldita would have to be both blind and deaf not to notice the effect both of her parents command when they walk into a room. It is that impression, that moment of awe, that she seeks to be worthy of.";}
#haldita.cpdesc3:before{content:"And, though she struggles to see it personally, Haldita is succeeding. Suitors are lined up at her door on a regular basis. Strangers give her flowers in the street for her beauty. She is known as the great beauty of Babylonia, rumours of her looks powerful enough to be drawing the sons of merchants and princes from foreign lands, all in search of her hand. Haldita, however, is so focused on herself, on her own visage and reputation, that it's hard for her to notice when a young man is sincere in his attentions. Instead, her suitors usually become future clients or traders with her father, converting her beauty into a useful tool for the family business.";}
#haldita.cpdesc4:before{content:"Supportive of her mother ousting the new, foreign queen and taking the crown for herself. Haldita has, for the last few months, been attempting to use her connections and influence in Court to encourage support for a Balthasar take over of the throne...";}
#hamidi.cpname:before{content:"Hamidi of the Buuchu";}
#hamidi.cptitle:before{content:"Hamidi of the Buuchu, Acolyte of Set’s Tempest, Militant of K’m’t";}
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#hamidi.cpdesc1:before,#hamidi .cpdesc1:before{content:"Born of the Buuchu Gesin of Bedoa’mt, Hamidi was taught that his body and strength were his greatest weapon, and that these weapons were best used in the protection of oneself and those of the tribe. Of strong heart, mind, and body, Hamidi poured his soul into the Buuchu tribe. One mistake, however, saw all that Hamidi had worked for come crumbling down around him. At twenty-eight, Hamidi found himself forever exiled from the Buuchu tribe.";}
#hamidi.cpdesc2:before{content:"The Sahara is dangerous, even for one who worships and understands that the land is his sovereign. With each day having the chance to be his last, Hamidi found himself praying to his ancestors for help, only to experience silence in return. At last, hope was found when a large caravan of people travelling the length of the Nile found the starving man. Thus, he stumbled into K’m’t.";}
#hamidi.cpdesc3:before{content:"Somgi of Cairo took Hamidi into the circus family, where Hamidi stayed and recovered his lost strength. Saved from certain death, he decided to dedicate the life he owed to Somgi to the Tempest. He trained within the circus, becoming its cat tamer. Tigers, lions, and cheetahs, Hamidi cared for them all. When the previous cat tamer retired, Hamidi took over his position. Behind the scenes, Hamidi proved himself loyal to the ringmaster and, after a few years with the Tempest, he was inducted into the cult, serving as Somgi’s lead enforcer. His great strength and quick reflexes serve the cult well, watching over the various slaves and performers they utilise for both money and influence. Known for using this prowess to enforce the will of the ringmaster, Hamidi quickly gained notoriety within Set’s Tempest as a man to be feared. Once an honourable warrior, Hamidi now pays no mind when his hands are covered with the blood of innocents. Better to do what he must and win than fight fairly and lose. All he does is for the sake of those who saved his life and have given him purpose.";}
#hamidi.cpdesc4:before{content:"In joining the circus, fate introduced Hamidi to one other person in particular: Delia of Thesnia. A woman who had long since been a part of the Tempest, she helped welcome and guide the cat tamer when he first arrived. From this, a relationship sparked and love was born – at least, on Hamidi’s side. The question is, how to catch her notice?";}
#hamsiru.cpname:before{content:"Hamsiru of Babylon";}
#hamsiru.cptitle:before{content:"Hamsiru of Babylon, Militant of Babylonia";}
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#hamsiru.cpdesc1:before,#hamsiru .cpdesc1:before{content:"Hamsiru has fought for everything in his life. As a young child, his mother was widowed and soon found herself facing the loss of her money and the respect of her peers as she tried to keep herself and Hamsiru afloat. However, throughout all of this, she stressed raising her only child with a balanced viewpoint of life, concerned that he did not have the strength of a father or even any uncles to guide him.";}
#hamsiru.cpdesc2:before{content:"It was an easy decision for Hamsiru to join the Babylon Enforcers. As a young man, he honed his strength, pushing away those who saw him and his mother as an easy target. With no chance of becoming a scholar due to his family’s poverty, the Enforcers seemed like the natural fit for a young man with a sense of duty.";}
#hamsiru.cpdesc3:before{content:"And duty was what Hamsiru had. Every day he would march into work, carefully guarding the walls of Babylon and listening to every order given to him by the royals or his superior officers. He was an extraordinary fighter, distinguished amongst the herd, but Hamsiru was also fair. Where some of his fellow Enforcers relished in holding their power above those with less, Hamsiru took the opportunity to connect with the people he protected, including the servants.";}
#hamsiru.cpdesc4:before{content:"It was on one such occasion that Hamsiru met his wife, Luni. A woman who was kind. Soon he found himself drawn to her, and in time they were wed and then blessed with their only son, Marunassar. Perhaps it was all this fortune that had the gods strike down Luni while she was expecting their next child.";}
#hamsiru.cpdesc5:before{content:"Since the death of his wife, Hamsiru has worked to raise his son into a man who will make not only himself but also the Enforcers proud, all while steadily rising through the ranks himself to become the Leader of the Enforcers. A friendly, fair and charismatic individual, Hamsiru's position of leadership has been welcomed by most. He is a skilful tactician and widely recognised as the foremost expert in how to protect Babylon from siege. While he is still a talented fighter, particularly as an archer, an injury to his back three years ago still bothers Hamsiru after any strenuous activity, and he wonders each time he patrols the walls of his home if the next battle may, in fact, be his last.";}
#hanbetudiya.cpname:before{content:"Hanbe Tudiya Zaddiuka";}
#hanbetudiya.cptitle:before{content:"His Highness, Tuhkanti Tudiya Zaddiuka of the Antu' Tahurna, Claimed Son of Tuhkanti Zaddiuka Haiwattama of the Antu’ Tahurna and a Concubine of the Seraglio, Royal of Hattusa";}
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#hanbetudiya.cpdesc1:before,#hanbetudiya .cpdesc1:before{content:"Hanbe has taken a very different path through life than his sister. As the only son of the second prince of the Hittite empire, his gender has factored heavily into his upbringing. Doted on as a child and appeased as a child, Hanbe grew up spoiled, arrogant and irritable when circumstances did not fall his way. Luckily, as he has passed into adulthood, such affronting characteristics have been tapered, smelted and reborn as confidence, determination and a love for anything of high standard. But the 'demanding little prince' of his childhood still leaves its mark on him today.";}
#hanbetudiya.cpdesc2:before{content:"Growing up, Hanbe thought his life lucky beyond reason. Though not born to an official union, he was the sole son of a powerful man. The sole heir to his branch of the royal line. This could not have been a grander stroke of fortune. In order to win over the boy, to draw him further into the family, Prince Zaddiuka lavished love and praise upon his son. He made grand gestures and grand promises. He tried to forge a strong connection with the only son he seemed able to produce, across his seraglio. Hanbe loved it. He adored his father and made him out to be half-man, half-God in his mind. His sire could do no wrong, his sire was all powerful.";}
#hanbetudiya.cpdesc3:before{content:"When he was nine years old, Hanbe discovered that his mother was deathly ill. A fever that had recently rioted its way through the common born had reached a royal seraglio. Everyone feared for their lives, though only a few (Hanbe's mother included) actually passed from the sickness. Hanbe was not there as his mother wasted away. Pulled away from her bedside by armed guards and fearful servants, Hanbe fought to tend to his mother alongside his sister, but they would not allow it. 'By order of the Prince,' they said. Hanbe was not permitted anywhere near her. The heir could not be exposed. Hanbe was only mildly sated with the belief that his father knew best; that Zaddiuka would have the answers to save his mother. Zaddiuka, however, wasn't even in the palace. His orders had come by carrier missives as he raced back to the capital. He would not be in time. Eventually overcome with worry, Hanbe had sneaked out of his chambers. Taking the servants quarters and shortcuts that he had and his sister played in, he was able to reach his mother's room without detection. Every chamber in the seraglio possesses a hidey hole. An observation space from which servants can confirm the consummation of a concubine arrangement. It was from this space, behind a mesh grate in the wall, that Hanbe witnessed his mother's final moments. Delusional with fever, she had been calling for her children, for her lover the prince. Only Hestya and the servants were there. Hanbe's father was not. The Godlike man, who had promised him everything he could want in life, was not there. He let Hanbe's mother die.";}
#hanbetudiya.cpdesc4:before{content:"The irrationality of this conclusion is not lost on Hanbe. He is an intelligent and calculating young man. And, as he has grown, he has recognised that his accusations are unfair. Zaddiuka is well known for his care of his family and his concubines. But, to a nine year old, nothing could shake Hanbe's grief or blame. It damaged his relationship with the prince beyond repair. He would have nothing to do with his father or Zaddiuka's legitimate children. His time and attentions turned only to Hestya and the pair comforted each other through their grief. From then on, Hanbe worked at his lessons not to appease his sire but to overpower him. He would become better, greater, stronger than his sire could ever hope to become. He would prove his childish, wondrous image of Zaddiuka so completely wrong, that he would never again make the mistake of thinking him any more than a flawed, mortal man. And he would show it to the world. To that end, Hanbe is now a high achieving soldier and holds the rank of Captain in a Vanguard Exploration unit of the military. Though offered the role of Deputy Huiyatalla (despite his young age), Hanbe turned the role down, sensing that his father was pulling the strings behind the promotion. His determination to achieve and conquer on his own has also led to Hanbe becoming something of a womaniser. A stoic sort of charmer, Hanbe is polite and respectful to the women he takes to bed, but never seeks the same one out more than once. And he refuses to make any of them an offical concubine, leaving his seraglio empty of all but servants...";}
#hanbetudiya.cpdesc5:before{content:"As the years have gone by, the initial spark of Hanbe's hatred toward his sire might have been rationalised away, but the years of slights, comments and angry looks that it inspired have done their own damage. Hanbe is now so far down the path of open hostility, he can do nothing to turn back. The gaping void between the route he is on and a different, kinder life as beloved son and heir, seems insurmountable. He feels only able to lean into his original summations... Perhaps Zaddiuka's absence had allowed the seraglio's security to be compromised? How else would a fever suffered by the general public, not the royals, have gotten inside? Perhaps if he had been in the capital, the physicians would have worked harder to save her life? Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps... As with all things, if one wishes hard enough to believe something, the rationality is there to find. And Hanbe finds it. Day in and day out, he legitimises his hatred for his father and - by extension - his half-sisters, all for the sake of never looking back... Of never feeling the senseless grief of random tragedy…";}
#hanuni.cpname:before{content:"Hanuni of the Rwandi";}
#hanuni.cptitle:before{content:"Her Blessedness, Leierseunin Hanuni of the Rwandi Gesin, Birthed Daughter of Leierseun Morathi of the Rwandi Gesin and Durah of the Rwandi Gesin, Royal of Bedoa’mt";}
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#hanuni.cpdesc1:before,#hanuni .cpdesc1:before{content:"Sweet, joyful and with a propensity to love a little too much, too quickly, Hanuni is the epitome of a 'daddy's girl' and seems content to never grow up. Spending more and more time with Jawahir, however, her eyes have started to stray to the powerful warrior men in the Rwandi tribe and her curiosities have been peaked. With her eye on one very particular young man, Hanuni has not yet the courage to make something of it, nor the knowledge of how to go about approaching a male with interest in her gaze. Whilst this tender crush could be the answer to the Rwandi’s future leadership concerns, no one in Hanuni’s family seems to take her, or her feelings, seriously. They insist her too young and too flighty to be the solution to such a severe political obstacle.";}
#hanuni.cpdesc2:before{content:"Despite her hopeless romanticism and daydreaming nature, Hanuni is far from unintelligent. She merely prefers the joyous fantasy of her own thoughts over the often harsh realities of Bedoan life. In truth, Hanuni is relatively smart and grasps her lessons quickly. Whilst numbers escape her entirely, she has a knack for languages and enjoys the way different people can speak seemingly nonsense and perfectly understand one another. Her curiosity has made her fairly adept at the kemetic tongue. Hanuni’s also likes to keep a journal. Within its pages she affords three specific tasks: one for her most intimate thoughts; another for recording vocabulary and turns of phrases unique to each travelling gesin they encounter as a collector might document fine relics; and a third for pressing flowers, the rare and exotic plants they might discover in oases and watering holes. It is an exultant moment every year when she and her father go to market and purchase her fresh parchment to be sewn into her sacred tome.";}
#hanuni.cpdesc3:before{content:"With the rest of her family, Hanuni has a loving and tender relationship. Her mother dotes on her, her father adores her and Bashira is an older sister of honour and integrity whom Hanuni admires greatly. Despite this mutual affection, Hanuni still believes her kin to be too protective. They, on the other hand, view their caution as highly necessary. For Hanuni, despite her careful collector's soul, Hanuni has little sense of self-preservation. She is often found in situations that could put her at risk, simply because she tried to climb or wander for her latest specimen. And she has been so sheltered within her loving family that she is less worldly-wise than her sister. Fearing that she will forever be treated as a child by those she loves, Hanuni has begun to spend more time around Jawahir, who is given far less restriction by her mother. This burgeoning friendship between two romantic souls is becoming a note of concern for several members of the first family. Still, if everyone would simply allow Hanuni a little independence, she might blossom into something truly spectacular...";}
#harburabi.cpname:before{content:"Harburabi an'Kinsalla";}
#harburabi.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Angal Harburabi of Kinsalla Bêlu, Birthed Heir of Lord Angal Piresul of Kinsalla Bêlu and Safira of Babylon, Courtier of Babylonia";}
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#harburabi.cpdesc1:before,#harburabi .cpdesc1:before{content:"Harburabi's birth was a bittersweet occasion. On the one hand, his father had been desperate for an heir for some time and finally had his required son. On the other, Harburabi's birth took the life of his mother who, until that point, had survived a number of miscarriages and fertility concerns. Her single achievement as a mother was to be her last act as Piresul's devoted wife. In the wake of this tragedy, however, the Kinsalla family strove forward. Four generations ago, the family had been established with a flurry of offspring. Now, only two men stood between the Kinsalla name and the eradication of their House. Grief was not a sentiment to be borne, for time would move forward and plans had to be made.";}
#harburabi.cpdesc2:before{content:"Harburabi was trained as any young Chaldean courtier would be: with infinite detail and lavish expense. By the time he was of age, Harburabi could speak the languages of all neighbouring lands, was a keen economist and had begun training in the arts of the temples. He had also fallen in love.";}
#harburabi.cpdesc3:before{content:"Rebqa, the daughter of the Kinsalla household's chief servant, was a beautiful woman, but it was her mind that Harburabi cared for. Her wit and her intellect endlessly intrigued him. Despite being a mere civilian, and an illiterate one at that, Rebqa had a fascinating way of looking at the world and a thirst for the education that had been denied her. Using the excuse of lessons, Harburabi spent more time with Rebqa, passing on what he had learned from his own tutors each week, and soon a deep romance flourished —one that took them both past the appropriate rules of decorum. Rebqa became pregnant.";}
#harburabi.cpdesc4:before{content:"Rebqa refused to accept Harburabi's offer to become his concubine. Harburabi's father, and the expectations for their House forbid a formal marriage. So, Rebqa's child was born illegitimate and Harburabi has been forced to lead a double life ever since. One as husband to his legal (and appropriate) wife Yaeeta and father to their children, and the second as loving sire to Rebqa's son, Vahash. Harburabi kept a close relationship with Vahash throughout his childhood and has now taken him into the family records and home. He treats Vahash as he does his other son Dagan and fully expects, one day, for him to take over as Head of the family. With Rebqa herself, Harburabi has so far been forbidden any real connection, as she has always kept him at a distance even when their son was young and he came to visit the child.";}
#harburabi.cpdesc5:before{content:"Only in the last few years have matters begun to change. Harburabi's wife and father are now gone, along with their expectations and any attached allegiances. His life has thus far been lived for the good of the House, but things have been shifting, and Rebqa is just as beautiful and enchanting as she always was. More so, in fact, as she seems to have been blessed by the gods with a persistent youth. Harburabi believes that the feelings of love he has denied for so many decades deserves to be set free, and since his father's death five years ago, he has been attempting to win a place in Rebqa's heart once more. Despite the potential complications and his sons’ conflicting feelings on the subject, Harburabi's desire for Rebqa feels stronger now to him than it was when they were sixteen.";}
#harith.cpname:before{content:"Harith of Eliades";}
#harith.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Harith of Dynasteía Eliades, Courtier of Colchis, Hellas";}
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#harith.cpdesc1:before,#harith .cpdesc1:before{content:"Born the son of a painter, Harith's academic career sent him higher into the social hierarchies than he had ever thought possible. By the age of eighteen, he was known in Athenia as a rising mind. By twenty-six, he was openly sought for the tutorship of the sons and daughters of the royal Houses. Though born to a lack of breeding and etiquette training, Harith's prodigious career as an intellectual allowed his rougher edges to be ignored by those seeking to employ him. With this unexpected life of relative wealth and considerable respect, Harith sought no more. He had no personal ambitions in politics, had no desire to move to another kingdom and explore the world. He was content with easing the financial burden on his family, supporting his sister and keeping his parents in comfort in their old age. He had not counted on Ria.";}
#harith.cpdesc2:before{content:"On a visit to the Athenian scholeio, a royal lady of the Colchian court collided with Harith (quite literally) and changed his life forever. She was everything he was not: bright and vibrant, confident and socially-skilled. Though she spoke quietly and waited for her moment in conversations, Harith recognised this as a sign of her maturity, not shyness. She always selected the exact phrasing, the precise argument, that turned the tables of any debate or discussion in her favour. She was an intellectual hawk wearing the guise of a quiet swan. This contradiction fascinated Harith, while her self-assurance attracted him. He had never been a man to openly display his passion for anyone. Buried in his books, all of Harith's confidence came from the masters of philosophy and science who had gone before him. He trusted in their words and so trusted his own when he spoke. But Ria... Ria had her own mind and her own words to share. And she did so with a calm and clever aptitude that snared Harith's interest.";}
#harith.cpdesc3:before{content:"But not enough that he would marry her. At over forty years of age and with an unmarried, non-able bodied sister to care for, Harith had no intentions of marrying and moving away. For Ria was a royal and had no desire to leave her homeland. In a reversal of norms, it was Ria who became the pursuer in their courtship and after hiring the most famed physician in Hellas and ensuring Harith's sister could travel with them to Colchis, Ria had removed all of Harith's objections. She would not take no for an answer. And Harith, in his heart of hearts, did not wish to offer it. Since their marriage, Harith has lived in Colchis, content in his trade of Ria for a slight delay in receiving his books and learnings from other lands. In a world where the sword is more powerful than the stylus, Harith and his House of Eliades have become outliers in their academic ways. Given the high level of respect Ria commands from her peers however, this is less an ostracisation and more a curious and confused awe. In this, Harith can work.";}
#harith.cpdesc4:before{content:"And work he does. As a natural workaholic and minor bird-brain when it comes to the practicalities of life, Harith spends more of his time in the realm of the theoretical and philosophical than he does on where his next meal is coming from. This trait has only gotten worse the longer he has had Ria to care for him. She encourages his passions and his goals to bring Colchis into a more intellectual sphere. And he is proud to be father of three children who are quick-witted and sharp of mind. Though Felia exhausts him with her passion for whispered information over the written and Mikael is a confusing boy who Harith butts heads with more than he would like, he has a strong relationship with his first born Photis, who works in the theory of warfare. His daughter-in-law Marisa has also become a strong friend as they regularly engage in debates over philosophy and economics. Whilst Harith insists on silence when he works from everyone in the household, the sole exceptions to the rule are his grandsons, whom he dotes on to the point of allowing their shrieking lunacy to run rampant through the house.";}
#hasani.cpname:before{content:"Hasani of the Zaire";}
#hasani.cptitle:before{content:"His Greatness, Leier Hasani of the Zaire Gesin, Royal of Bedoa’mt";}
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#hasani.cpdesc1:before,#hasani .cpdesc1:before{content:"Born to nothing and raised through love and loyalty to the very highest position within his gesin, Hasani lives a life of faith and gratitude. A powerful but caring leader, Hasani has a near-perfect life that he knows should have never truly been his. To that end, despite great personal sorrow, Hasani finds it hard to wallow in bitterness over his lack of children with the great love of his life: the one imperfection in his otherwise blissful world. Instead, his eternal optimism, boundless fortitude and commanding heart continue to lead his wife’s people into a new day…";}
#hasani.cpdesc2:before{content:"Orphaned as a child, Hasani became a ward of the Zaire community at the age of eight. Determined to never allow one of his new extended family to regret their kindness and support, Hasani worked hard to make contributions far beyond his age. He laboured on tents and homes. He went on hunting missions with the older boys. He washes clothes in oases ponds and cleaned the weaponry of the shujaa. More importantly, he did it all without complaint. After displaying much skill - but, more importantly, mercy - in play fighting with the other children, his actions caught the attention of leier Hunai. From that moment on, he was favoured, growing up as a pseudo-adopted son or close bodyguard to the first family.";}
#hasani.cpdesc3:before{content:"Closest in age to Tanishe, the pair grew up exceptionally close. Whilst Hasani was in love with the princess almost immediately, Tanishe took longer to recognise her deep affection as romantic. Still, when it came time to discuss Tanishe’s future husband, Hasani could never imagine a boy of his origins would be considered whilst, to everyone else, the choice was obvious. Hasani took Tanishe’s hand in both of his with unbridled desire and devotion. Joy turned quickly to sorrow, however, as, six months after their union, a horrendous illness passed through the tribe, striking people down with fever and sores. Many died, including Hasani’s new father-in-law: the father figure and role model from his youth. Hunai had been a great man and there was much worry regarding the young prince Shange who had been taken abed with the same disease. It was agreed by Lindiwe and the most powerful of the shujaa that the position of leier could not be left vacant to see if the ten year old Shange would survive. As son-in-law to Hunai, Hasani was named leier of the Zaire tribe. A position he has held since with awe, wonder and an intense commitment to success. In Hasani’s mind, he holds the rank of leier only until his young brother-in-law decides he wants it back.";}
#hasani.cpdesc4:before{content:"Five years into his marriage with Tanishe, Hasani fell for the beautiful Neena who had been traded as a slave to the Zaire tribe from the Somalu. With no child yet born between him and Tanishe, taking Neena as a second wife seemed a solution in more ways than one. At Tanishe’s approval, Neena became Hasani’s second wife and soon bespelled Tanishe as she had Hasani. A love of three pairs began in their marriage, sacred and sacrilegious in equal parts. But despite six years of happiness it was not to last. In a fog of mystery, Neena disappeared in the night. A run-away wife makes her a criminal and an exile from the Zaire but Hasani and Tanishe know the truth: they let their spirited lover go.";}
#hashiki.cpname:before{content:"Hashiki of the Somalu";}
#hashiki.cptitle:before{content:"Her Blessedness, Leierseunin Hashiki of the Somalu Gesin, Birthed Daughter of Leierseun Ahanti of the Somalu Gesin and Jahzara of the Somalu Gesin, Royal of Bedoa’mt";}
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#hashiki.cpdesc1:before,#hashiki .cpdesc1:before{content:"When young, Hashiki and her sister Hiari were inseparable. Partners in crime in everything they did, they preened under the words from tribesmen that they were little carbon copies of one another. Hashiki in particular loved to be heralded as the first and having Hiari as her little follower, reenacting her mannerisms and learning her habits. Over the last five years, or so, however, Hashiki has found Hiari to be surpassing her. The younger sister has an aptitude for learning and a skill with a needle and weaving that Hashiki does not. She also seems to move more gracefully in dance and sings like a bird. As the eldest, this has caused friction to Hashiki's ego, placing a wedge between the sisters as they each seek the attention of their father. Fearing she will lose in the battle for paternal devotion, Hashiki has set her sights instead on men and hopes to secure herself a husband and family of her own in which she can, once more, be number one.";}
#hashiki.cpdesc2:before{content:"Growing up, Hashiki was not talentless. In fact, she had a natural aptitude for numbers and space. She understood trajectories and became skilled with a bow and a spear. She could construct huts and tents with stronger bearings than others and use her naturally accurate eye to make predictions in the weather and landscape. But, as she grew up, such skills were no longer necessary. She was a woman and would need to be accomplished in womanly abilities such as sewing, singing and dancing. All of which Hashiki was not poorly adept at. But in which her sister was highly talented.";}
#hashiki.cpdesc3:before{content:"When very little, Hashiki had been the first: the first to walk, to talk, to achieve. Three years older than Hiari, she had a headstart in all pursuits and was told repeatedly that she was to set a good example for Hiari: to help and support her to grow. Hashiki took her duties as big sister to heart, allowing them to shape her mind and stoke a fragile ego. By the time she was twenty, the idea of failing before her family was acid in Hashiki's mouth. If she did not achieve to the highest degree, her sister might come up behind and surpass her, thereby rendering her a failure as an older sibling. And that is exactly what has happened. With Hiari's skills lying in the feminine world, Hashiki has had no choice but to fall into second place and lose all the success by which she measured herself. Her deep friendship with her sister is now turning cold and aloof. Her love for her father is turning desperate. And her mother is as distant as ever. Hashiki is not happy in her family and, as she cannot admit to hating her own sister's achievements, she cannot explain to anyone why.";}
#hashiki.cpdesc4:before{content:"Instead of admitting the truth, Hashiki is looking desperately toward other tribes. Surely in another gesin, where the first family have sons... there will be a place for her? A leierseun who will take her as his wife, turn her into a grand trophy at his side and never allow any woman to exceed her again? Following in the example set by her mother, Hashiki seeks to be a princess or queen and leave all the people whittling away at her self esteem behind...";}
#hatili.cpname:before{content:"Hatili Mursiliwadna";}
#hatili.cptitle:before{content:"Her Excellency, Tawananna Hatili Mursiliwadna of the Antu' Tahurna, Royal of Hattusa";}
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#hatili.cpdesc1:before,#hatili .cpdesc1:before{content:"Hattusa has no queen. Hatili, and her mother before her, have made certain of it. The kingdom will have only one woman in power: the great Tawananna. And that position has been claimed by Hatili with a cruel machination and a fiery obsession that burns all who stand in its way.";}
#hatili.cpdesc2:before{content:"Hatili's mother, Miina of Hattusa, was born to a concubine of Tabarna Labarna's seraglio. But her destiny was not that of a favoured princess. When her mother's infidelity was discovered, Miina's status was relegated to cast-out; to unworthy. She was shown pity only in the form of employment, owned by the seraglio as a slave and then sold to Prince Mursiliwadna's estate when she was fifteen. This, Miina believed, was her chance. A fresh slate. All she needed to do was seduce the prince and claim the opportunity her mother had so foolishly frittered away. Considered unattractive for her age, with a poor complexion and a little extra weight, Miina was laughed at. Ridiculed. And so the wheels of covetous vengeance were set forth.";}
#hatili.cpdesc3:before{content:"Prince Mursiliwadna was recently widowed. Just two years after the death of his beloved wife, the Council of Advisors were pushing the future king to remarry. He had, after all, only one son to continue his lineage once he ascended to the throne. Refusing to marry again for love, Mursiliwadna vowed to marry the concubine next to provide him with a child. Miina saw her opportunity. Working within the seraglio, she learned herbs and poultices. A little powder in the wine shared by the women ensured their lack of children. Meanwhile, she sought the most handsome of men she could to provide her with a child of great beauty. For beauty, she now knew, was the only true currency in the world.";}
#hatili.cpdesc4:before{content:"A decade and a half went by. Prince Mursiliwadna became a grandfather twice over, but never a father again. Only when Miina's stunning daughter was old enough to bring to the seraglio, did things change. Hatili had been coached, coaxed and molded from a young age. She knew every gesture, every sensual turn of the concubines Miina served. She had youth and beauty and a wildly ambitious nature to boot. The prince didn't stand a chance. Within six months, Hatili was officiated as Mursiliwadna's concubine and pregnant. Determined to avoid the continuing pressure from the Council, Mursiliwadna took Hatili for his wife. The child she had promised to be on the way mysteriously miscarried a month later...";}
#hatili.cpdesc5:before{content:"After a few years securing her position as future queen, however, Hatili realised a son would become a necessity. With little maternal interest or feeling, she had avoided the advent for as long as she could. Her child Murat Nasiya was born five years after she was married and her position in Court grew in influence. This, however, was not enough for Hatili. She set her eyes on the king's wife... For she was Tawananna. The most powerful role in the entire empire for a woman. A rank of authority almost equal to the king himself. Greater still than a simple princess or queen. An independent power, that she would keep to the end of her days, even as her husband ails into old age.";}
#hatili.cpdesc6:before{content:"It was the work of a single poisoning to open that particular position and two names were brought forward as potential Tawananna's: the future queen Hatili, wife to the crown prince. Or Akahepa, wife to the crown prince's son Sunti Haiwattama. Akahepa was wise, charitable and personable. Hatili was sleeping with key members of the Council. The debate was very one-sided. Hatili was Tawananna. With her father-in-law's death, Hatili added the role of queen to her reportoire. With her husband's passing, a month later from the same fortunous fever that took his father, that title fell to Akahepa. Covetously, Hatili saw to that quickly enough, retaining her place as the only woman in the empire to wield political might.";}
#hatili.cpdesc7:before{content:"Now, decades later, Hatili's power is unquestionable. She has been Tawananna longer than the current king has played Tabarna. She is the longest serving decision maker in the empire. She has many of the Council under her thumb, either through seduction, bribery or blackmail. And, through Akram, she has a network of spies that ensure she is kept abreast of almost every sneeze and sniffle across the royal circles. She knows all, she does all, she keeps all.";}
#hatili.cpdesc8:before{content:"Through ruthless sociopathy, Hatili has achieved her highest dreams. But her hungry nature will not be appeased. What now? What does one strive for when she possesses everything of worth in the largest empire in the known world? Hatili's eyes now turn to her son: a boy to whom she has given little attention in his childhood. The idea of placing him upon the throne, of bringing her mother's bloodline to the royal inheritance has begun to dominate her mindset. She rules a third of the decision-making body in the land. But if she had power over the king... she would be truly unstoppable.";}
#hatili.cpdesc9:before{content:"To that end, Hatili has been working to instigate a new plot. A much larger, more elaborate, weaving of deceit. The intended target: king Sunti Haiwattama's first-born son. The scape-goat: his second-born Zaddiuka. With Berat Piluwanda's proclivities taking him out of the line of concession, the crown would fall to Kavir Mursili, a young and impressionable prince and close friend of her son Murat Nasiya. It is this seventeen-year-old prince that Hatili can work with. It is this young boy that she can control. Why? Because Hatili has already tempted the little pup into her bed, with promises to make him a man...";}
#hatshepsut.cpname:before{content:"Hatshepsut H'Naddar";}
#hatshepsut.cptitle:before{content:"Her Evening Radiance, Hmt’Nswt Hatshepsut of Hei Naddar, Birthed Daughter of Pharaoh Imopehatsuma of Hei Naddar and Lady Isetheperu of Hei Naddar, Royal of K’m’t";}
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#hatshepsut.cpdesc1:before,#hatshepsut .cpdesc1:before{content:"Hatshepsut is a young girl in the middle of a political circumstance she has no control of. As the only offspring of the late Pharaoh Imopehatsuma, Hatshepsut inherited the crown of Egypt, as was her birth right, at the age of six. Since then, her mother has ruled over K'm't in her guardianship as Queen Dowager. Once Hatshepsut was fifteen years of age, she would legally be able to marry and would take the throne for herself. But this time, like man girls her age, Hatshepsut had fallen hopelessly in love. Such affection, however, has not staid her union with another man, or the progress of her pregnancy for his child...";}
#hatshepsut.cpdesc2:before{content:"The object of Hatshepsut's true affections is the honourable and courageous Osorsen of Hei Moghadam. A man of strength, glory and wealth. By all rights, he was the perfect match for a queen of K'm't. He was, however, also intelligent and unyielding in his sense of justice. In short: unbendable. Had Hatshepsut's mother ever discovered her love for the Sirdar, Isetheperu was unlikely to approve. As the sole heir to her own Hei and future Queen Dowager, Isetherperu wanted a more moldable husband for her daughter. She found it - or so she thought - in Iahotep.";}
#hatshepsut.cpdesc3:before{content:"Upon his return from a successful military campaign in the south, Iahotep sought the Counsel for a prestigious reward. Courageous and conniving but not overtly intelligent, Isetheperu believed Iahotep to be the perfect match for her royal daughter: he would assume to mantel of Pharaoh well, be willing to make the difficult decisions required of a monarch, and would be easily swayed to ensure those choices were the right ones. Whether Hatshepsut cared for the man who was nearly old enough to be her grandfather, was of little significance.";}
#hatshepsut.cpdesc4:before{content:"Unable to fight the forceful will of her mother, Hatshepsut was persuaded that a union with Iahotep was her duty: that it was right for the people. She still has no idea that the very victories Iahotep used to claim her and were actually achieved by her great love Osorsen. Now pregnant with the Pharaoh's child, Hatshepsut must bury her affection for the handsome Sirdar. Iahotep is a possessive and jealous husband. Not from affection for her as a person but for his claim to the throne. He enjoys showing off his beautiful, nubile wife and keeps her in a suffocating cage of distaste when in private. This progression from her mother's child to a married, pregnant queen has happened in the pace of six months and, so far, Hatshepsut hasn't found the time or breath to unravel her own feelings on this chaotic turn of events that has become her life.";}
#hebe.cpname:before{content:"Hebe of Antonis";}
#hebe.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Hebe of Dynasteía Antonis, Birthed Daughter of Lord Alehandros of Dynasteía Antonis and Lady Sotiria of Dynasteía Antonis, Courtier of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#hebe.cpdesc1:before,#hebe .cpdesc1:before{content:"Hebe was born with an emotional hole, a gap in her portfolio of feelings; there was no 'hate' when she was made. Joyful, caring and kind beyond measure, Hebe loves all and is beloved by all. Other people and their lives fascinate her and she genuinely cares that each and every one of those lives are lived well and with happiness.";}
#hebe.cpdesc2:before{content:"Being born in the lap of luxury where class divides are blurred and the cut-throat politics of nobility are a journey away, it may be said that Hebe is only so kind because she knows no other way to be and that exposure to the world at large will balance her loving heart with the realities of the world. Yet, Hebe is no weakling. In her efforts to give joy to others she will brave harsh weather, labour for hours at a time and persist where most would surrender. Her kindness is not a weakness but a fire that fuels her to new heights of dedication and discipline. In this sense, one wonders if learning more about the world will see Hebe's bubble of warmth pop or strengthen.";}
#hebe.cpdesc3:before{content:"With her interests lying in people, not dusty parchment, Hebe finds learning difficult. Words are hard to grasp when written down and she sees no value in learning numbers. She would far prefer Marietta to read a story to her than to read it for herself. The same goes for rules of etiquette, which Hebe struggles to follow if they contradict her own morals. This aversion has led to her failing in several formal situations, as she becomes too personal with others too quickly. So far, Hebe's age and general likeability has excused her tendency to hug strangers or speak out of turn. Whether this persists into her adulthood is yet to be seen.";}
#hebe.cpdesc4:before{content:"With three elder sisters, each of whom she adores for their own unique charms, Hebe has little hope of marrying young, for her mother is determined to see her eldest siblings matched first. This, however, is of little worry to her. Secured in the belief that her three sisters will eventually make diplomatic matches and bring honour to the name of Antonis, Hebe holds to the idea that she will be lucky enough to marry for love. Whilst she is not as overtly romantic as her closest friend and cousin Emilia of Xanthos, such fantasies are contagious and Hebe looks forward to the day when a white knight will accompany her in her crusade to see the world a happier place...";}
#heilwig.cpname:before{content:"Heilwig of Beodricsworth";}
#heilwig.cptitle:before{content:"Heilwig of Beodricsworth, Cwen of the Iceni, Courtier of Valland, Ostjorð";}
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#heilwig.cpdesc1:before,#heilwig .cpdesc1:before{content:"Born to a large family on the Briton Isles, Heilwig grew up loving the land ruled by her kin. In her earliest years, she was inseparable from her older brothers, Edmund and Wynraed, who often ignored her gender and treated her as the third son and heir of their family. She adored following her brothers around into mock battles, cheering as they swung swords at the servants, and each other, in playful combat. With a loving relationship with her parents, her childhood was warm and happy even if, as the daughter of a nobleman, she was occasionally told to behave more as a lady.";}
#heilwig.cpdesc2:before{content:"Heilwig was only five years old when the Ostmađr began their invasion into the British Isles, but she remembers the violence that followed. Despite her youth, Heilwig acted as an assistant to the women in charge of healing fallen warriors. Heilwig's father, brothers, cousins and even the boy who would have one day become her husband were all eventually among that number, perishing in the brutal fight against the invading Ostmađr.";}
#heilwig.cpdesc3:before{content:"As a young girl and later a young woman, Heilwig was not allowed to fight, and instead was forced to watch as the King worked towards peace with the violent men who were responsible for the deaths of her family. This began the deep and profound rage she felt towards the monarch. Sacrificing her family's lands, her rightful home, to the group of brutish invaders who had killed so many? When her father had been loyal to the crown for decades? It was spitting in the face of everything Heilwig believed in.";}
#heilwig.cpdesc4:before{content:"The initial idea for the Iceni formed organically over many years, as others in keeping with Heilwig's rage were drawn to her presence. The widow of her father's military commander… young men who were not yet grown enough to fight when the Ostmađr first arrived… and those who still seek the freedom of Beodricsworth… one and all have been drawn to Heilwig's presence and eventually formed a union of friendship and trust. Formality was eventually needed and the Iceni was born: with Heilwig as its leader and the trinity knot a memorial to her brothers and father who were lost in the early days of the Ostmađr attack.";}
#heilwig.cpdesc5:before{content:"Heilwig's lingering connections with the old saxon families have brought funds and resources to the Iceni. Over the years, she has continued to hone her skills in medicine but also learned to master a horse and now wields the sword once owned by her eldest brother Edmund. Her eventual ambition? To create a secret army within Beodricsworth that she can then offer to the king as a means of ejecting the Ostmađr from their home. Should the king still refuse to care for his people, one can only guess the lengths Heilwig will go to see peace and freedom brought to her lands once more. For now, however, the Iceni are a secret formation, doomed to plot and build in the shadows and defend the most vulnerable from their aggressors. In that, Heilwig finds some small measure of contentment. For now.";}
#hekemsiripudu.cpname:before{content:"Hekem Siripudu Haiwattama";}
#hekemsiripudu.cptitle:before{content:"His Highness, Tuhkanti Siripudu Haiwattama of the Antu' Tahurna, Claimed Son of Tuhkanti Haiwattama Mursiliwadna of the Antu’ Tahurna and a Concubine of the Seraglio, Royal of Hattusa";}
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#hekemsiripudu.cpdesc1:before,#hekemsiripudu .cpdesc1:before{content:"Hekem Siripudu may be a prince of the realm, but his royal status is at times thin as spun glass. Born of a now dead concubine, Hekem has no advocate in Courtly circles besides himself. No strong familial or blood ties on which to call. No full-blooded siblings with whom to band together. Were he disgraced in any way, Hekem’s home, wealth and position might be stripped away. Luckily, as his mother was low class, Hekem has no claim to the Tabarna crown and therefore little reason to stir the pot or cause disturbance. At least, that was the case before he met Nidana…";}
#hekemsiripudu.cpdesc2:before{content:"Upon becoming an adult, Hekem took up work in the militia. Trained as both a soldier and a scholar, he found himself a suitable scribe, tactician and frontline soldier to his royal brothers in arms. None of these positions, however, fulfilled Hekem as other pursuits did. Pursuits that only ended with a flurry of women in his bed. Hekem was a natural hunter of foxes and of females. A lover of the chase, the seduction and the tactics, he’s a well-known womanizer at Court and has become an arousing fantasy for many a young woman. The fact that he has yet to marry or take even a single formal concubine only invigorates his exciting mystique.";}
#hekemsiripudu.cpdesc3:before{content:"Only, in the last six months, Hekem appears to be failing his reputation. Fewer new women are claiming to have shared his bed. For his part Hekem Siripudu is less outwardly flirtatious, less pursuing of his usual lovers… Many are beginning to whisper as to why…";}
#hekemsiripudu.cpdesc4:before{content:"Growing up as a royal child leaves one aware of their siblings but not always attached to them. Once close with his half-sister Nidana when they were children, it has been over ten years since Hekem directly spoke with her. A habit broken six months ago when chance crossed their paths and he realised how truly lovely Nidana has become. Since then, Hekem’s world has begun to twist beyond recognition. She challenges him to be more than he is and makes him wish to be a better man. She invigorates, inspires, frustrates and arouses him – all from behind a mask of quietly sweet and nervous chastity. She is nothing like the seductive beauties he typically chases into his bed and yet he cannot see, hear or crave anyone but her. Worse still, these dark, incestuous feelings appear to be mutual.";}
#hekemsiripudu.cpdesc5:before{content:"To make matters even more complicated, old rumours have begun to resurface. Rumours regarding Hekem’s mother and whether she was truly loyal to the king in her time as his concubine – or if it’s possible that Hekem may be the son of another man. Such gossip is hardly being listened to but its existence gives Hekem a choice. Stir the flames of the rumour, lose all that he possesses as a prince of the realm and destroy his mother’s memory, reputation and entombment… or risk the taboo of falling in love with his own sister.";}
#helvia.cpname:before{content:"Helvia Nobilis Evander";}
#helvia.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Ducissa Helvia Nobilis Evander, Birthed Daughter of Lord Constantine Nobilis Remusi and Daria of Salonae, Courtier of Roma";}
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#helvia.cpdesc1:before,#helvia .cpdesc1:before{content:"For all her gentile elegance and graceful facade, Helvia has not had the easiest of lives. The only daughter of a sickly widower, her father's last act before his death was to see her married to her cousin Hadrianus. It was his dying wish that Helvia be kept in the luxury and protection of her birth House, on the arm of a powerful man. Fresh from her years studying sculpture in the western Cannae territories, Helvia was inexperienced with men and happily followed her father’s arrangements without question, if only to bring him peace of mind in his final days. Unfortunately, Hadrianus was not the gentleman he presented to the world…";}
#helvia.cpdesc2:before{content:"Helvia's father had unknowingly handed his precious daughter into the hands of a tyrant. Possessive and controlling, Hadrianus kept Helvia like a bird in a cage. When she sang too loud, he snapped at her. When she tried to fly, he broke her wings. Without means of escape, Helvia swallowed her pride and her hurt and devoted herself to perfection. If she could simply behave as her husband dictated, if she could walk the tightrope he demanded, he wouldn't raise his hand. Egging on her optimism was Hadrianus's paradoxical behaviour. At times, he was her ruler, her punisher. In others he was her devoted servant, showering her with gifts and begging for her love. For nine years, Helvia tried to find the peaceful balance in her marriage, joyous in the moments when their son distracted Hadrianus from his rages. For his son, he adored. Hadrianus was a loving and empathetic father, treating his boy like a prince.";}
#helvia.cpdesc3:before{content:"When Hadrianus was killed in battle far from home, Helvia's grief was tainted with relief. To this day, she has told no-one of her first husband's torment, for shattering her son's idolising memory of the man. Only her second husband, Domicus suspects the truth. Whilst never verbalised, moments alone and unnecessary flinches across their eight year marriage have told Domicus all he needs to know. As for Helvia's son, she keeps him in blissful ignorance but now fears Hadrian's determination to follow in his father's footsteps. How can she allow her baby boy to fight in the armed forces?";}
#helvia.cpdesc4:before{content:"Unable to control Hadrian's decision to join the militia, Helvia has tried to drown her sorrow in a happier thought: a future child with Domicus and bonding with his daughters. Upon their marriage, the pair were caring and respectful allies, seeking the support of a partner with whom to walk the world. Together, they have fought Domicus's liquid demons, warmed Helvia's fearful heart and drawn their two families under one roof. Through trial and tribulation, respect has begun to turn to passion and love. A love that Helvia would like to see consummated with a child between them. At her age, however, health concerns are a true risk. In the meantime, Helvia turns to Gloriana and Luciliana. At a loss with the younger rebel, Helvia seeks to build a stronger connection with Gloriana, enthusiastically discussing opportunities for marriage. For some reason, however, sweet Gloriana turns more shrewish every time Helvia raises the topic...";}
#hepeliya.cpname:before{content:"Hepeliya Tudanta";}
#hepeliya.cptitle:before{content:"Her Highness, Hāssas Hepeliya Tudanta al’Ramebu of the Antu' Tudanta, Birthed Daughter of Eryl of Hattusa and Hāssas Paruliya Labarna of the Antu’ Tahurna, Courtier of Hattusa";}
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#hepeliya.cpdesc1:before,#hepeliya .cpdesc1:before{content:"Hepeliya is not an unintelligent woman. In fact, her mind works with an alacrity and versatile skill that many envy. However, as some know all too well, the heart can shout louder than the head. Especially when one is lonely... Born Hepeliya Labarna, granddaughter to the finest king the Hittite Empire has ever known, Hepeliya was a loved and respected princess. At sixteen she fell in love, hopelessly and devotedly. And whilst her beau's royal bloodline was not as strong as her own, the crown was falling to her uncle's side of the family and Hepeliya was to be left in privileged freedom. After much discussion with her parents Hepeliya married her royal-blooded soldier: a warrior who would ascend to the rank of Deputy Huiyatalla of Infantry. If rumours were to be believed, Ari Tudanta's flourishing career would have ascended even higher in later life... had he survived.";}
#hepeliya.cpdesc2:before{content:"Whilst away in battle, Hepeliya's beloved was killed in action, under circumstances that have never truly been able to be explained. One moment, he was in charge of his forces, leading them from the front lines. By the end of the skirmish, he was found with an arrow in his back. To compound the tragedy, the same year brought death to Hepeliya's only son with Ari. A fever and a cough that killed the seven-year-old boy in just a few days. The physician swore the death was a simple plague, contracted by many young children. But his sisters Letti and Ariya was younger, more vulnerable... and perfectly healthy.";}
#hepeliya.cpdesc3:before{content:"Despite rumour and investigation, nothing came of Hepeliya's dual loss besides grief. Closing herself away from the world and raising her daughters in more privacy than is usual for a royal line, Hepeliya became scared and jaded of the world. Her bright, inquisitive mind was sated only with papers and tomes, not on experience or interaction. For a year, Hepeliya grieved. For another, she grew lonely. Then fearful. At twenty-four, Hepeliya's looks were not keeping as she would have hoped. Her sorrow had leeched away her youth and she was now a widow with two daughters - financial burdens - attached. Despite her royal lineage, would she ever find a man willing to take on such a marriage? Born of her time, Hepeliya's love and grief for her first husband were very real but so was her knowledge of how the world worked. An unmarried woman was weak. An unmarried woman was vulnerable.";}
#hepeliya.cpdesc4:before{content:"Luckily, one man had been seeing Hepeliya through it all. Her financial advisor, Abdul al'Ramebu, an exiled courtier from the land of Assyria. He and his assistant Akram were Hepeliya's rock during her husband's funerary rites and inheritance plans. They alone made her feel in control, made her feel safe. In a moment of weakness, and too much wine, Hepeliya took Abdul to her bed. And when she became pregnant from their union, she gave him her hand in marriage. She has never once regretted this choice. Now she has a powerful man at her side. A respectful, kind man who welcomes her daughters as his own and has given her a son to love in place of the one she lost. Now, she rules over Arzawa at his side, once more in the world of the living and no longer shrouded in sorrow. One does wonder, however, just how Hepeliya would continue to fare, if she knew her wonderful husband was responsible for the two deaths that brought him into her confidence in the first place.";}
#heron.cpname:before{content:"Heron of Messenis";}
#heron.cptitle:before{content:"Heron of Messenis, Militant of Taengea, Hellas";}
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#heron.cpdesc1:before,#heron .cpdesc1:before{content:"Born to a poor but modest family, with a small farm and contented life, Heron did not aspire to the military for riches or glory. Despite his family being of low birth and never having an extra coin to spare, they were not unhappy. Heron was raised with this same appreciation for the simple things in life and is not driven by ambition or dreams of greatness. Instead, Heron joined the militia during a time of war, when battles were being waged in Phoenicia against the soldiers of K'm't.";}
#heron.cpdesc2:before{content:"Inspired by the idea of duty and protection of others, Heron enlisted and worked hard to become a contributing member of his phalanx. He did not have to work hard. At over six feet in height and a history of tilling fields in his youth, Heron was both tall and broad, making him stronger than most of his comrades from day one. He did, however, have to learn the art of the sword and spear from the ground up, while those around him had dabbled before.";}
#heron.cpdesc3:before{content:"Hard work, however, had never fazed Heron. He had worked with his parents to care for their farm and he had aided in raising his young siblings. Early mornings and gruelling workouts were neither new nor intimidating. It took him several years of effort but, eventually Heron had gained a respectable reputation as a hoplite in the Messenis militia unit, with several victories in Phoenicia hanging from his belt.";}
#heron.cpdesc4:before{content:"A deeply private man who warms to those he cares for but is otherwise quiet and reserved, Heron's only failure to bond with his companions came in the leisurely hours of the evenings. Whilst his brothers in arms visited brothels or went home to their wives, Heron spent his nights alone. Such a habit eventually became noticed and some whispered that perhaps Heron was somehow incapable of bedding a woman; that he must have been born wrong or been injured somehow. Luckily, his reputation as a fierce warrior and honourable man stopped the rumours spreading too far and Heron was eventually accepted into the royal guard of the Vasiliádon palace. From here, he was appointed to protect the Crown Prince himself.";}
#heron.cpdesc5:before{content:"For the last six years, Heron has protected Zacharias of Mikaelidas. For the last five, he has secretly been warming the prince's bed.";}
#hesione.cpname:before{content:"Hesione of Athenia";}
#hesione.cptitle:before{content:"Her Divine Grace, Sister Hesione of Athenia, Maíes of the Cypress Sisterhood, Priestess of Colchis, Hellas";}
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#hesione.cpdesc1:before,#hesione .cpdesc1:before{content:"Hesione was born to an unwed mother of noble heritage; a woman shamed by the act of rape that had conceived her child and who feared for her baby's future. Birthing the baby in secret, the unknown noblewoman sent her baby away at only a few days old. Her destination: The Cypress Sisterhood.";}
#hesione.cpdesc2:before{content:"A letter accompanied the baby bundle. It read that, in exchange for an annual sum paid to the temple, the baby would be cared for and raised in the ways of Artemis. That she would live a good and happy life in the service of others, in payment for her sire's violent sins and her mother's weaknesses.";}
#hesione.cpdesc3:before{content:"Hesione was raised, as promised, by the priestesses, never told of how she had come to the temple or that there is still a financial connection between the Sisterhood and her birth family. Instead, her heart and eyes are turned elsewhere; to the life she loves amongst her sisters.";}
#hesione.cpdesc4:before{content:"Hesione has grown into a beautiful woman inside and out, though she is a little naive of the horrors of the wider world. The tales of the woman who come to the temple seeking shelter are a constant shock and horror to Hesione and she works hard to try and give them a feeling of peace. She is a skilled apothecary and healer, and works as a midwife for the sisterhood when travelling. She is adequate with a bow but will be the first to admit that her skills lie in the art of healing, not killing.";}
#hestya.cpname:before{content:"Hestya Zaddiuka";}
#hestya.cptitle:before{content:"Her Highness, Hāssas Hestya Zaddiuka of the Antu' Tahurna, Claimed Daughter of Zaddiuka Haitwattama of the Antu’ Tahurna and a Concubine of the Seraglio, Royal of Hattusa";}
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#hestya.cpdesc1:before,#hestya .cpdesc1:before{content:"Hestya has something of a patchwork life. A series of loyalties, wants and senses of belonging have pulled her in different directions throughout her life. Though she is a strong woman, with her own mind and great courage, being left without a mother in her formative years has put Hestya at the mercy of these influences, tempted and swayed with the allure of finally finding somewhere to land, in a family to love...";}
#hestya.cpdesc2:before{content:"Born to a prince of the realm, Hestya is officially a princess and was raised as such. Given all she could want or need, Hestya was academically gifted and learned quickly. She was also well-received at Court, as the first born child of a favored concubine to Prince Zaddiuka. Such favour was evident, when Hestya's brother arrived three years later. Whilst their father possesses only the one son, Hestya was born amidst a small collective of legitimate daughters, making her existence not unwelcome but unnecessary. Despite the friendliness of her half-sisters and her father's official wife Sharlato, not to mention a genuine desire to bond from her paternal sire, Hestya seemed born with a natural case of Imposter Syndrome. How could one such as she: a face in a crowd of regal ladies, be of importance? In her early years, Hestya naturally clung to her mother. Merit was the only member of her family who seemed without influence, without conventions that might draw her away. Even Hanbe, Hestya's brother, had more connection, more relevance, than she to the royal line. As far as Hestya was concerned, despite all the love she held for her brother, it was she and her mother against the world.";}
#hestya.cpdesc3:before{content:"When she was twelve years old, Hestya's mother grew sick. With her father away from the capital, Hestya doctored her mother alongside the palace physicians. Without a strong connection to her father (despite his best efforts), Hestya placed no blame on Zaddiuka for her mother's death. But her brother could not say the same. Feeling betrayed by the father who had promised him everything in life, Hanbe's witnessing of his mother's death at the tender age of nine has become a festering wall of hostility against their father. With such animosity between her sibling and her sire, Hestya has been forced to keep her distance further still. Whilst she holds no personal vendetta against the prince, and does not support the irrationality of her brother's hatred, her loyalties will forever lie with him.";}
#hestya.cpdesc4:before{content:"In an effort to bring her husband's heir and additional daughter back into the fold, Sharlato Zaddiuka has made regular attempts at connection with Hestya. All of which have been met with polite and nervous disinterest. Though a part of her heart seeks the acceptance of her father and his family (more than she knows), Hestya's self-degradation and twisted view of worth keep her on her own side of a heavy line marked with the word 'legitimate'. Instead, Kizzu of Carchemish, another of the prince's concubines feels like a natural ally. In the role of aunt or big sister, Kizzu has been working to gain Hestya's support within the seraglio and turn her against the well-meaning Sharlato. The irony of the situation is that Hestya does not particularly like Kizzu on a personal level. In fact, were she to allow Sharlato to grow closer, she might discover the far stronger affinity in personality there. But when you believe yourself so completely to be an outsider in your regal world, the stronger pull is towards those of your kind, not those you might suit better...";}
#hiari.cpname:before{content:"Hiari of the Somalu";}
#hiari.cptitle:before{content:"Her Blessedness, Leierseunin Hiari of the Somalu Gesin, Birthed Daughter of Leierseun Ahanti of the Somalu Gesin and Jahzara of the Somalu Gesin, Royal of Bedoa’mt";}
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#hiari.cpdesc1:before,#hiari .cpdesc1:before{content:"While her sister harbours feelings of inferiority and jealous resentment towards Hiari's natural talents, these feelings are entirely one-sided. Hiari spent her childhood idolising her elder sister and that admiration has never faded. In Hiari's eyes, Hashiki is bold and intelligent, courageous and witty. She is bright, social and engaging: a born leader. All the things Hiari is not. Whilst Hiari has many innate talents, ease in society is not one of them. Nor is seeing herself in a positive light. A sufferer of depression and anxiety, Hiari refuses to look upon reflective surfaces, hating the young woman who stares back. And now, her closest friend in the world is rejecting her too, pulling away through some perplexing hostility that Hiari just doesn't understand. Feeling as if half of their double team is melting away, Hiari must find a new mooring to which she can anchor her sensitive soul, or else fall beneath the waves of numb despair...";}
#hiari.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a child, Hiari was her sister's shadow. She followed her around and mimicked her behaviour and language. With their mother more interested in herself than her children, Hashiki was both sister and maternal guide, despite being only three years older. The pair were inseparable and the people of their gesin made comments wherever they went. Hiari took great pride in being told she was just like her older sibling. In one instance, when the gesin came upon a large oasis, Hashiki even saved Hiari's life, rescuing her from near drowning. As the years passed, Hiari found a natural talent in dancing and singing. She also took to needle work and weaving with an artistic flare praised by others. Fearing to show her stumbling lessons to others, these pursuits were conducted more or less in private until they were worthy of notice. Hiari has never learned to accept public criticism or judgement and, as she grew, she became more anxious and awkward in the presence of other people: particularly those she might wish to impress. Her mother made her exceptionally nervous and, though adoring her father, Hiari could not stem her worries even around him, wishing to make him proud above all others. Hashiki was the only being in the world around whom Hiari could fail or embarrass herself. Only Hashiki knew the core truth of her.";}
#hiari.cpdesc3:before{content:"As time has gone on, however, Hashiki has pulled away. Now, she looks at Hiari oddly, the smallest sense of betrayal or resentment in her gaze. Hiari doesn't know why and the more she seeks to fix the bond between them, the more her sister retreats. Left without her sibling's adoration, Hiari feels very alone in the world, even as her father shows his love and care on a daily basis. What is she supposed to do in the future? What happens when her next song is not well-received or she stumbles in the water dance? Who will love her then? Her behaviour becoming erratic, Hiari now flits between desperately seeking the attention of others and then pushing them away before they can reject her in turn. She suffers panic attacks when in crowded places but cries when feeling alone. She despises her own appearance as odd and unloveable. Hiari’s world is tight and restrictive and she has no idea how to seek a light beyond its burdens.";}
#hild.cpname:before{content:"Hild Urikdottir";}
#hild.cptitle:before{content:"Hild Urikdottir of the Northriver Ostmaðr, Citizen of Ostjorð";}
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#hild.cpdesc1:before,#hild .cpdesc1:before{content:"Born to an odd family on the outskirts of the North River territories, Hild was lucky to grow up beautiful. With her parents the nomadic, wayward sort, even for the Ostmaðr, she grew up without ties to the land or allegiances to others. Not even motherhood could pin her down.";}
#hild.cpdesc2:before{content:"Little is known of Hild besides the fact that her fiery eyes and vibrant character were enough to tempt the young Reidar Oldinson to her bed. After birthing him twin girls, she left to pursue her own ventures in life, stealing all the valuables she could lay her hands on from the Oldinson home. She has not been seen since.";}
#hild.cpdesc3:before{content:"With so little of Hild referenced in public or family record, this is all that’s known of the courageous, heartless beauty.";}
#hinti.cpname:before{content:"Hinti Nanurtu ";}
#hinti.cptitle:before{content:"Her Highness, Hāssas Hinti Nanurtu of the Antu' Ammuna, Birthed Daughter of Tuhkanti Merinyu Zuziya of the Antu’ Zuziya and Wassuliya of Kizzuwatna, Courtier of Hattusa";}
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#hinti.cpdesc1:before,#hinti .cpdesc1:before{content:"Hinti's early life was very peaceful. Born to two living parents, a loving grandfather and an older brother and sister to shoulder the responsibilities of the family inheritance, Hinti was left to explore what made her soul sing. She found it at a young age. By fourteen, Hinti was a priestess in training at the temple of Arinna in Nerik. As Teshub was the great divine lord of the state, this sister-temple to his wife was a significant one, even if it did not draw the same scale of crowd.";}
#hinti.cpdesc2:before{content:"Learning the ways of a lady, Hinti grew up graceful and poised. In addition, she possessed the great beauty of her mother. By the time she reached adulthood, Hinti Merinyu became a face that all wished to gaze upon, visiting the temple to see the stunning servant of Arinna. As the goddess herself is known for loving symmetry and beauty, it is rumoured whether Hinti was blessed in her beauty for her loyalty to the temple, or if her beauty naturally drew her to a suitable occupation in life.";}
#hinti.cpdesc3:before{content:"Upon the death of her father and grandfather, Hinti surrounded herself deeper in the ways of the temples. She sought an answer in the great plans of the divines, only strengthening her piety where her siblings floundered in their faith. Though grief-stricken and depressed at the loss of a family she had adored, Hinti got through those trying years between sixteen and eighteen with the help of a friend. Said female friend, against all Hinti's cultural instincts, eventually became her lover. Shamed and confused by such desires, Hinti never fully engaged in the physical act of love with her female companion. But any attempts to convince herself that she was not in love would have been a self-delusion.";}
#hinti.cpdesc4:before{content:"Still entangled with this messy, mysterious affection that defied a name, Hinti was approached by her brother with a marriage proposal. The lord of the Ammuna House Teoma Nanurtu was looking for a wife. The deal was a good one for both families: the House of Ammuna, which had fallen on economic difficulties, would receive a large yearly stipend for Hinti's care and pay a smaller than average bride-price for her hand. In exchange, the Zuziya's would begin a fresh trade source in iron from Alinna's forges. Specifically for bolts, anchors and ship-building essentials that will sell well on the northern sea. Upon meeting Nanurtu, Hinti found nothing repulsive in the prospect and with two practical and reasonable men at the helm of negotiations, the arrangements were made speedily. Hinti was married and would soon begin falling for the man she had given her hand to. Her new life had begun.";}
#hinti.cpdesc5:before{content:"Only, negotiations were quickly rendered obsolete. When a member of her new husband's family offended the Tawananna, Hinti was relocated with the Ammuna House from Alinna to Carchemish; a war fortress on the border of Assyria. This new home fits none of Hinti's personal tastes; it is harsh and barbarous, full of conflict and hatred between the different generations of civilians. But perhaps she can find a purpose here, a means of bringing peace and harmony to her husband's people. As she falls deeper in love with her Teoma, Hinti looks only to strengthen their relationship and her friendship with his sister Ure. Unfortunately, fate has other plans, and Hinti's female lover has recently come to town...";}
#hormizd.cpname:before{content:"Hormizd an'Balthasar";}
#hormizd.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Hormizd of Balthasar Bêlu, Courtier of Babylonia";}
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#hormizd.cpdesc1:before,#hormizd .cpdesc1:before{content:"To say that Hormizd is subservient to his brother would be untrue. Growing up, he admired the scholarly application of his brother. He idolised how dedicated the man was to his tomes, numbers, and trading theory. For himself however, a more active life called. Equally devoted to his own more physical passions, Hormizd took to the military like a duck to water, spurred by thoughts of glory and the desire to establish himself beyond the trading core around which his family name revolved. He was partially successful. Glory was his to be found, but Hormizd suffered injury in claiming it. Taking a length of blade to his side, Hormizd now bears a scar running from his abdomen, across to his thigh and down his left leg. The same strike took off the tips of three of his fingers on his left hand. The wounds do not impair his motion but are ugly to look at and left him bedbound for weeks to recover. He returned to the militia after his recovery, but for a limited time; barely a year after his life threatening injury, his wife passed away and Hormizd was left with two young sons to raise.";}
#hormizd.cpdesc2:before{content:"While Hormizd’s marriage to Ketzi was not arranged, it cannot be claimed to have been for love. Passion is perhaps a more appropriate term. Ketzi was a beautiful and kind woman. She helped to tend to Hormizd's injuries during his military leave and she birthed him two healthy sons. She simply could not recover from her second birth. With so little of their marriage actually spent at home, Hormizd hadn’t the luxury of time to wholly fall in love with his wife. He mourned her loss as a partner, but his heart remained intact. In the intervening time, he has yet to meet a woman that could turn his head and heart to that degree. Instead, he has focused on his duties as a father and as a brother, turning his specialism in combat to a trading expertise in weaponry and armour. In this sense, Hormizd works under the instruction of Babakan, who leads the family business. That being said, he’s not submissive to his brother; he is simply not the sort to covet a position at the top of the totem pole. He is content where he is and, therefore, considers his life his own. An independent but interconnected existence in a family he cares for and a house he seeks to bolster.";}
#hormizd.cpdesc3:before{content:"It is for that reason that Hormizd agreed to Babakan's request late one night. With two sons already, Hormizd had proven his potency as a sire. And with no heir of his own, Babakan had reached a point of desperation. He would not raise a stranger's child as his own son. But he would raise a nephew as one. Hormizd accepted out of fraternal loyalty, lay with his brother's wife and watched as she grew pregnant. Babakan had his son. Correction: Babakan had Hormizd's son.";}
#hormizd.cpdesc4:before{content:"While the child, Karnezk, was young, this wrinkle in the family tree was of no great anguish for Hormizd. Babakan was a devoted father and Hormizd lived in the same home, getting the opportunity to see his child grow every day. He was Karnezk's beloved uncle and accepted his role with grace. But in recent years, Babakan has changed. As the typical rebellion of youth caused tensions to grow between his brother and Karnezk, the young man is lashing out and Hormizd doesn’t agree with the way Babakan is handling matters. With each supportive conversation he has with his nephew, Hormizd grows more and more tempted to spill the secret that will rip apart the Balthasar House. But of course he never would –or would he?";}
#hyla.cpname:before{content:"Hyla of Nikolaos";}
#hyla.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Hyla of Varónos Nikolaos, Birthed Son of Lord Dastros of Varónos Nikolaos and Ianthe of Magnestis, Courtier of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#hyla.cpdesc1:before,#hyla .cpdesc1:before{content:"Growing up with so many older siblings, Hyla found himself to be the exact opposite of his brother Castor and used his likeness with their mother Ianthe as a means of establishing his own individual place in the family. Like his mother, Hyla has a natural aptitude for learning and is an incredibly quick study. He possesses social confidence and an eagerness to prove his worth. Whilst this sort of attitude manifests itself in Ianthe through a determination to stand among her peers with head high and dignity strong, in Hyla it produces a child, and now young man, seeking praise and attention.";}
#hyla.cpdesc2:before{content:"To that end, Hyla grew up a trickster and an imp. With joyous abandon, he is the spark that encourages the Nikolaos family to laugh at themselves when needed (and sometimes when not) and brings a levity and open innocence to the group. A fan of practical jokes, music, laughter and any activity that celebrates the fleeting moments of life instead of following the seriousness of duty, Hyla is a joy to have in one’s company.";}
#hyla.cpdesc3:before{content:"Luckily, Hyla has grown a little more sensible in recent years, knowing when such activities are acceptable and when they are not. With age and experience came more elaborate, but better timed, practical jokes, actual skill in the art of music and a mind that is widely considered to be as advanced as either of his parents (though often ultimately wasted, instead of being put to good use). Hyla is friendly, open, creative, musical and intelligent. He seems to win over all he meets and is often viewed either with amusement that a boy his age would continue childish antics into adulthood – wasting his potential as an intelligent young man – or with admiration or jealousy that he has been able to retain a joyous wonder at the world, regardless of the cold truths of reality.";}
#hyla.cpdesc4:before{content:"In the hopes of further tempering the more childish facets of Hyla’s nature, his parents have attained him a position as attendant and scribe to the household of Alehandros of Antonis. This new role will require him to move to the state of Attia and follow the patriarch of the household to and from the capital, introducing him to new courtiers and imposing upon him the more sensible tasks and duties that are suitable for a growing young man.";}
#iaheru.cpname:before{content:"Iaheru H'Sheifa";}
#iaheru.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Sirdett Iaheru of Hei Sheifa, Courtier of K’m’t";}
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#iaheru.cpdesc1:before,#iaheru .cpdesc1:before{content:"Widely considered to be the hidden jewel of the K'm't Court, Iaheru of Thebes was once a retainer to Hei Fakhouri. A demure and quiet woman she regularly wears fashionable veils or headdresses, designed to conceal her womanly wiles. Her face, however, was so stunningly sweet that she was bewitching to many men, all the same. One of these was Onuphrious H'Sheifa, a nobleman and trader drawn to the dignity and maturity that Iaheru displayed beyond her years. At fifteen, she was married to the man. A year later, she bore their first child. Life progressed prosperously from there, both in Sheifa's commerce trade and in Iaheru and Onuphrious' union. It has only been in recent months that a giant chasm has split between the pair, allowing poison to taint their marriage and their home...";}
#iaheru.cpdesc2:before{content:"In the early years of their marriage, Iaheru and Onuphrious were happy. It would be a lie to suggest they were passionately in love, for neither possesses the kind of enlivened spirit to make such dramatic declarations. Excessive emotion is symptomatic of a disease: the disease of ill-breeding or lack of self-control. Demure maturity was far more appealing. But, as the years progressed, affection was certainly present and very real. Iaheru was the sweetest, most loyal wife. Onuphrious was a supportive and caring husband. Their children flourished in a household that balanced doting and discipline. Two sons, Iaheru gave to her husband. And three daughters. A joyous existence. Until the truth was revealed only recently:";}
#iaheru.cpdesc3:before{content:"Onuphrious's first born son, his pride and joy, the heir to his trading empire and child to which he clung most affectionately... is not his. Iaheru was, after all, known as the hidden pearl of the K'm't Court: the jewel which Onuphrious possessed and no other could touch. No other but the most powerful man in the kingdom. Iaheru's alluring eyes and innocent dress had attracted the gaze of Pharaoh Imopehatsuma. And when Pharaoh summons you to his chambers you do not refuse. When he lays passionate hands upon you, you cannot refute. Iaheru's submissive nature bowed to the will of the king and, despite being married to a man whom she had given two daughters already, Iaheru was bedded by the king. Sutekh was born nine months later.";}
#iaheru.cpdesc4:before{content:"Iaheru had never spoken of these events. Fearing the upheaval to her family and having no alternative options to fall upon, she had kept her silence, allowing Onuphrious to assume all children she bore were his. Now, the entire Court somehow knows the truth. Sutekh's heritage has been plastered on the lips of every socialite and Iaheru has no escape from her shame. Her husband's heartbreak has manifested in an icy cold demeanour to both Sutekh and his wife. His other children fare little better, as his faith in his wife's fidelity has now been completely shaken. But life must go on in the Sheifa household and whilst Iaheru has now lost one of her children to the royal palace, where she struggles to reach him, she refuses to allow the rest of her homestead to fall to pieces.";}
#iahotep.cpname:before{content:"Iahotep H'Naddar";}
#iahotep.cptitle:before{content:"Supreme King of Kings, Pharaoh Iahotep of Hei Naddar, Royal of K’m’t";}
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#iahotep.cpdesc1:before,#iahotep .cpdesc1:before{content:"Iahotep has always known he was due more than he was born to. The son of an only moderately successful textile merchant, Iahotep learned from a young age that trade was no way to write one's name in the history books. Witnessing the glorious marching soldiers through Mirsa El Nasr one afternoon, however, Iahotep had his alternative. He would join the military. He would rise through the ranks. He would be granted the position of Pr'Ras and begin his own noble house. Without the connections to associate with women of the Court for marriage, this was the only way that Iahotep would rise... A path he was set upon, even if it required his father's business to disintegrate into the sands without a next generation to continue supporting it.";}
#iahotep.cpdesc2:before{content:"Some might call Iahotep lazy or undisciplined. To his mind, he simply keeps his focus where it is most profitable. Why spend hours honing one's skills in ground fighting, when you can lead a chariot through the fray, sword raised and glorious? Why seek the trials of complex battlefields, when collaborations with other military commanders cut the work in half and double your chances of success? Why place your own life on the line when it's so easy to reword a letter or suggest another's brilliance as your own suggestion? Walking the line of cunning tactics and work avoidance, Iahotep has risen speedily through the ranks. By the year 973 BC, he was a Deputy Pr'Ras. Just inches from his life-long goal of securing his own Hei and his own power. Then, opportunity for a far greater windfall presented itself.";}
#iahotep.cpdesc3:before{content:"After a year-long campaign in the south of K'm't, Iahotep was sent home with the recuperating and injured men. His associate, Osorsen H'Moghadam, stayed behind to wrap up the straggling rebels still attempting to bear arms. Upon his return to Cairo, many heralded Iahotep's unit as the heroes of the south, and who was Iahotep to correct them? Taking credit for the achievements of others is not a permissible act, generally speaking. Unless, Iahotep reasons, the results are worth the deception. For any son of a merchant knows that you must sacrifice in order to gain. With a moral guideline based entirely on whether the ends justify the means, Iahotep has over-and-again sacrificed his honesty for his boones. Now, upon claiming Moghadam's masterful victories as his own devising, Iahotep's boone is the dream of every man in Egypt: he is Pharaoh. And married to a nubile beauty twenty-six years his junior who already grows with his young.";}
#iahotep.cpdesc4:before{content:"Iahotep has no qualms about how he became monarch of K'm't. For only the Gods decide the Pharaoh. Had they not wished to see him take the throne, an obstacle would have presented itself. They would have offered up a sign. The fact that the crown now sits upon his head is proof enough that it deserves to be there. Sanctified by Ra and his divine brethren, all dishonesties, tricks and games that brought Iahotep to this point are now null and void. They were necessary. They were just.";}
#iahotep.cpdesc5:before{content:"Now, Iahotep must simply convince everyone else of that fact. His wife, Hatshepsut, is as frigid and uninteresting as a potted plant. But after getting her pregnant on their wedding night, Iahotep has no further need to grace her chambers until the baby is born and she is prepared to carry another. Osorsen H'Moghadam is a potential threat but would surely not raise his hand to the Pharaoh, God on Earth? No... the true threats to Iahotep now are his mother-in-law, an old crow of an aristocrat who thinks she - a woman! - always knows better. And Sutekh, the surprise brother of Iahotep's young wife, who holds royal blood and might claim the throne for himself if Hatshepsut fails to produce a son. With a fresh, male heir waiting in the wings, Iahotep's position at the top is perhaps a little more rickety than he originally assumed. But as the supreme king of kings, surely he has only to wave his hand and the future will once more be bright and rosey?";}
#ianthe.cpname:before{content:"Ianthe of Nikolaos";}
#ianthe.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Varóni Ianthe of Varónos Nikolaos, Courtier of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#ianthe.cpdesc1:before,#ianthe .cpdesc1:before{content:"Born to a simple family with little means, Ianthe's parents were a standard labourer and a seamstress. Her mother's sister had married more fortuitously to an educator, whose connection to those of a slightly higher knowledge and rank allowed Ianthe to learn the ways of a high quality serving maid. Ergo, she was chosen, at the age of fourteen, to become the companion and server to Miss Myrine of Magnestis - the daughter of a wealthy trading family in the province.";}
#ianthe.cpdesc2:before{content:"When Myrine became engaged to the brother of a future baron, it was an unsurprisingly good match. What was more of a shock was the quick and budding interest that sparked between Ianthe and Dastros –her lady's future brother in law. Becoming close during the wedding arrangements and the ensuing union, Dastros eventually proposed marriage to Ianthe; an offer that had to be made with love, for she had nothing else to offer in the form of any dowry.";}
#ianthe.cpdesc3:before{content:"Realising the importance of her position as a future baroness and the trust being placed on her by the man she now loved, Ianthe immediately used her new husbands influence and wealth to secure tutors, educators and experts in etiquette to craft and grow her into the adept and skilled courtier she is today. A woman of great empathy and understanding –for she remembers a time when she had nothing– Ianthe is disliked by some of the Athenian court for her 'inappropriate' rise in station, claiming her to be a conniving seductress, whilst others highly respect her calm, friendly ways and avid respect for learning and protocol.";}
#ianthe.cpdesc4:before{content:"Determined to see her children happy, Ianthe encourages in her daughters a strong understanding of the courts, and is supportive of the ambitious spirits of her sons. Not because she believes these traits will help to secure them good marriages (though that would be an undeniable bonus) but because she wants her children to hold a love of learning and self development, so that they will have the skills to adapt and grow as worldly circumstances direct their lives where the Fates choose.";}
#iason.cpname:before{content:"Iason of Dimitrou";}
#iason.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Varónos Iason of Dynasteía Dimitrou, Birthed Heir of Lord Gavriil of Dynasteía Dimitrou and Sibyl of Chaoedia, Senator of Taengea, Hellas";}
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#iason.cpdesc1:before,#iason .cpdesc1:before{content:"Of all the young men in the Taengean Court, Iason is arguably the most stable, dependable and mature. Raised to have a practical, humble and intelligent head upon his shoulders, Iason is everything a young man should be. A devoted son, loving nephew and doting brother, he is strong, brave and good with his hands. He has but one imperfection: a flaw that he himself does not view as negative but which the rest of high society deems tragically fatal. Iason has absolutely no skill or desire to engage in the social game.";}
#iason.cpdesc2:before{content:"Iason does not chatter and he does not gossip. If Iason speaks it is to say something of substance and he struggles to listen to those who fail to follow the same rule. He finds zero interest in the shallowness of courtly life, nor the machinations of the Taengean Senate. He takes far more joy in socialising with the peerage of his province or the local farmers of his land. As far as he is concerned, the upper crust of Taengean society are immature and uninformed people who place value on entirely the wrong things without consideration for those who make their fine gowns or grow the foods on their plates. Iason sees no problem with this perspective and generally spends most of his time away from such environments but it has created the reputation that he is 'stand-offish' and 'dull' amidst the courtiers.";}
#iason.cpdesc3:before{content:"This reputation does not help with Iason's marriage prospects. At thirty-four years old, Iason should be married by now and continue the Dimitrou line. Though he is very much aware of this duty resting ever heavier on his shoulders as the years go by, Iason was raised with the example of his parents to contend with: a pair of loving and devoted spouses. Yet, Iason is also aware that, as the only son in the Dimitrou family, his wife will become its matriarch. This combination: the desire to marry a woman he truly loves who also possesses the qualities necessary for such a role, has run Iason's current options of courtship down to zero. For what woman out there has the ability to lead his provinces and his House at his side, but isn't already indoctrinated into the shallow world of courtiers? This lack of a perfect woman is leading Iason to wonder at an arranged match. For he knows love is more than just a burning passion: it is a respect and affection that can be built. Perhaps then, he should be looking for the perfect matriarch, before bringing his heart into the matter?";}
#iason.cpdesc4:before{content:"For his sisters, Iason is just as strict. Woe-betide any man who thinks to come courting Dorothea or (worse) Alexa. Such a man will have a wall of testosterone three thick, with a brother, father and uncle to contend with in equal measure.";}
#ibramkarkesh.cpname:before{content:"Ibram Karkesh Narsi";}
#ibramkarkesh.cptitle:before{content:"His Highness, Tuhkanti Karkesh Narsi of the Antu' Suppilu, Birthed Heir of Tuhkanti Narsi Suppilu of the Antu’ Suppilu and Liyla of Nerik, Courtier of Hattusa";}
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#ibramkarkesh.cpdesc1:before,#ibramkarkesh .cpdesc1:before{content:"Ibram's first marriage was an arrangement between their parents. Both born to a far branch of the royal line, the combination of Ibram Karkesh and Ellem Hantili elevated the power of both the Suppilu and Hantili names. The marriage was also fruitful. Three beautiful children, including a son and heir, were born of their union. But so was an uncomfortable power imbalance. Ibram Karkesh is a domineering and controlling man. Patriarch of his family for the last twenty years, he rules over his children and his spouses with an unyielding iron fist.";}
#ibramkarkesh.cpdesc2:before{content:"Some, however, might argue that the man is merely misunderstood. Whilst Ibram Karkesh's dominating personality runs roughshod over the weak, the man actually respects those of strong character. Were his first wife to ever stand against his decisions, Ibram would have listened. He might even have adapted, responding to her fears and concerns. Instead, Ellem was a fearful and timid creature, who allowed her husband's stronger character to run her own into the ground. Practically diminished into silence by the time she died, Ellem is a respected memory for Ibram Karkesh. She was a quiet and delicate woman, but he honoured her as his wife. Or so he believes.";}
#ibramkarkesh.cpdesc3:before{content:"Ellem's death, however, left a hole in Ibram Karkesh's life. Within a few years, he grew tired of half his bed being cold and having no woman to run his household. Whilst his daughter had been handling matters within the family stead long before Ellem's death, Ibram Karkesh desired a new spouse. And who better than the young, vivacious and exceedingly beautiful daughter of his business associate Illium of Sapinuwa? Tukana was a stunning creature with the pride and arrogance of a matriarch. She had blazing eyes, luscious hair and a figure to drive a man to distraction. And she was not so timid as Ibram Karkesh's first wife so might bring more interesting discussion to the family dining table.";}
#ibramkarkesh.cpdesc4:before{content:"Unfortunately, this more lively approach to life has somewhat backfired. After their union, Ibram Karkesh discovered that Tukana was not spirited: she was willful. She was not an appreciator of the finer things in life... but a materialistic baby. She was demanding, she was selfish and she expected everything handed to her in exchange for very little on her part. Frustrated that Tukana is not truly what he hoped for in a spouse, Ibram Karkesh holds onto the fact that his nubile wife is still a great beauty who arouses him to no end. Determined to take what he deems owed him, Ibram Karkesh takes Tukana to bed as often as he can in exchange for suffering her absurd demands (particularly in relation to one of her body slaves) and the open hostility between Tukana and his most beloved daughter Hadi.";}
#ilbanunanuun.cpname:before{content:"Ilbanu Nanuun Merinyu";}
#ilbanunanuun.cptitle:before{content:"His Highness, Tuhkanti Nanuun Merinyu of the Antu' Zuziya, Birthed Heir of Tuhkanti Merinyu Zuziya of the Antu’ Zuziya and Wassuliya of Kizzuwatna, Courtier of Hattusa";}
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#ilbanunanuun.cpdesc1:before,#ilbanunanuun .cpdesc1:before{content:"The province of Nerik is split between two great duties. As is Ilbanu's life, as its Antuhsa'talla. Ilbanu Nanuun spends most of his day maintaining the scales of money and faith with a looming shadow of economic legacy breathing down his neck. With the livelihoods of over twenty-thousand labourers in one hand and the favour of the Gods balanced precariously in the other, it's no wonder Ilbanu Nanuun is going a little mad...";}
#ilbanunanuun.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a child, Ilbanu was a pleasant boy. He was bright and friendly but, most importantly, he was smart. Highly intellectual, mature of thought and advanced in his capacity for mathematics and accounting, Ilbanu took great joy in the days he spent on his widowed grandfather's knee working on numbers and tallies all day long. Ilbanu Nanuun grew up with intimate and first hand knowledge of the industrious spirit of the city and was eager for the days when he could immerse himself so completely in the beauty of numbers; the elegance of clean mathematics and logic puzzles. His older sister was just as talented with the abacus and a smooth diplomatic speaker, despite her quiet nature. Together they looked to a future of fine trade and pleasant skies. After all, their family had brought prosperity thus far, had they not?";}
#ilbanunanuun.cpdesc3:before{content:"Even before the Zuziya family became a recognised House, the city of Nerik was one of profit. The clinking of coins was its melody, the rates of exchange its lifeblood. The Zuziyas have lived in the northern state for as long as anyone can remember, and have always been at the helm of its economic ventures. To that end, the Zuziyas are an insurmountably wealthy family. Some rumour their funds to be even more than the royal treasury itself. These mountains of gold were not accrued through luxury deals and high-profit bargains but on the long-term labour and market manipulation of powerful businessmen. Every piece of linen that leaves the city of Nerik pays its dividends into the Zuziya's pockets, perfectly legally and in a cycle of money that goes back into the city. The Zuziyas are the geniuses of business, not crooks. And yet, amongst those who cannot compute the hours each generation head has had to dedicate to this growth, there are those who suspect foul play... In the game of business, when one side wins, another must fail. And the Zuziyas were due to feel the wrath of the sore losers.";}
#ilbanunanuun.cpdesc4:before{content:"A rival family, forced into bankruptcy by the Zuziya's monopoly of the northern traders, set a revenge plan in motion. On a religious day, during a procession to the Temple of Teshub, paid rebels and rioters attempted to apprehend the Zuziya palanquin. The crowds shouted, thronged and eventually stampeded in every direction. Ilbanu's father and grandfather were both crushed to death. The women, travelling in a separate palanquin were spared. As was Ilbanu Nanuun himself, who had travelled ahead to the temple on horseback to make final checks on the preparations for the rituals. In a single afternoon, Ilbanu Nanuun was head of the most powerful Hittite family of the north. He was nineteen.";}
#ilbanunanuun.cpdesc5:before{content:"Since then, Ilbanu Nanuun has worked to ensure that the legacy left by his forebears does not fall from grace. He and his sister Shelbe have worked together to boost and secure their position as the premiere traders in the area. And yet, a second side of the coin is constantly pulling at Ilbanu's attention: the Temple. Famed for the Temple of Teshub, Nerik is a focal point for pilgrimage and visitors of faith. Tales tell of the god himself visiting the mortal plane through Mt. Zaliyanu itself. And yet, Ilbanu Nanuun struggles to respect these traditions. He partakes in the rituals, he signs the requested permissions from the priests... but in his heart he suffers. For how can Ilbanu worship an all-powerful god who, on the day the Zuziyas gave him the most tribute, the most praise, would allow their lives to be wiped away, broken and bloody in the streets like common beggars?";}
#ilbanunanuun.cpdesc6:before{content:"Grief still taints Ilbanu's heart. As does distrust. Suspicious of anyone who might try to undermine or strike out again at the family, Ilbanu Nanuun takes too much work upon himself. He refuses to delegate, he studies and attends to duties late into the night. He barely sleeps. His diet is poor and he never takes time for himself. Dancing with a severe bout of depression and too distracted in the last thirteen years to truly deal with his grief, Ilbanu Nanuun is a man on the brink of madness. Already, it is starting to show beneath the surface, breaking free in the occasional spark of aggression when particularly frustrated.";}
#ildatudwanda.cpname:before{content:"Ilda Tudiya Suppiluma";}
#ildatudwanda.cptitle:before{content:"His Highness, Tuhkanti Tudwanda Suppiliuma of the Antu' Tahurna, Birthed Heir of Tuhkanti Suppiliuma Haiwattama of the Antu’ Tahurna and Nastia of Hattusa, Royal of Hattusa";}
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#ildatudwanda.cpdesc1:before,#ildatudwanda .cpdesc1:before{content:"In Hattusa, the first born is not always the one to ascend to the throne. The crown falls to the most suitable; to the wisest, the bravest and the most competent. Ilda doubts whether he will ever be such a man and spends most of his waking hours hoping others will never see through the charade composed to mask his doubts. To make matters worse, Ilda's older sibling, a sister whom he adores, seems to grow every day into a more fitting ruling figure than he. While this does not lessen the love he bears for her, Ilda does wish Akahepta wouldn't cast quite so long a shadow.";}
#ildatudwanda.cpdesc2:before{content:"When younger, Ilda never noticed such comparisons. He was a bright boy, who picked up his lessons and tutorship well. He was an eager and inquisitive scholar, a wild and reckless trainee soldier and a lover of all things adventurous —until an accident when he was eleven years old put him in bed for nearly three months. Falling from a horse has happened to many a young boy but, as the Spinners would have it, Ilda landed poorly, damaging his back and losing him sensation from the waist down. This state of paralysis eventually passed and with exhorbitant effort, careful recuperation and lots of rest, Ilda was back on his feet in three months and had completely restored mobility in five. The experience, however, had changed him dramatically.";}
#ildatudwanda.cpdesc3:before{content:"Ilda was no longer reckless. No longer adventurous. He stayed within his sphere of knowledge. If ever a situation prompts him to leave his comfort zone, dread and nausea begin to take over and his legs are suddenly hard to move. This unresolved trauma is hard to understand for the physicians of the era and Ilda is under the belief that they are simply symptoms of his own cowardice, his own weakness. Sometimes he fights against them, pushing too hard and making himself sick. At others, he obeys the fearful instincts and limits his experience of life. In a touch of irony, were Ilda less afraid to confess his weaknesses to his courageous father, he might have learned how to handle his trauma, from a paternal figure who struggles no less than he does.";}
#ildatudwanda.cpdesc4:before{content:"When not confronted with the new or the stressful, Ilda is in all otherwise a charismatic young man. Highly good looking, admired by women of the empire far and wide, Ilda's position as the most likely future king brings followers, friends and foes in equal measure. Luckily, Ilda's intellect and perception helps him to identify one from the other most of the time. His larger danger, and fear, is that someone attempting to grow close will poke the the wrong trauma or push him in the wrong direction and his princely air and reputation will crack and splinter.";}
#imeeya.cpname:before{content:"Imeeya of Drakos";}
#imeeya.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Varóni Imeeya of Dynasteía Antonis, Birthed Daughter of Lord Thesus of Dynasteía Drakos and Basilem Tythra of Dynasteía Kotas, Senator of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#imeeya.cpdesc1:before,#imeeya .cpdesc1:before{content:"A carbon copy of her mother in so many ways, Imeeya is an intelligent and thoughtful young woman with political ambitions. Her heart and head are equal to the task of forwarding the Drakos name, however Imeeya lacks the dominant charisma of a leader that her mother possesses in spades.";}
#imeeya.cpdesc2:before{content:"Her face does not help with this. From a young age, Imeeya has been credited as incredibly beautiful but now her youthful aesthetic is becoming a detriment. As her younger sister ages up, maturity seems to have passed Imeeya by and she has, on numerous occasions now, been mistaken by new acquaintances for the younger of Tythra’s daughters.";}
#imeeya.cpdesc3:before{content:"A capable baroness of Dolomesa and a known presence in the Senate through her steward, Imeeya continues to hone her political trade, dividing her time between her province and the capital. Having already spearheaded a few small-scale doctrines and procedural changes for social welfare in Dolomesa, Imeeya is now becoming frustrated as she finds it harder to advocate for larger change.";}
#imeeya.cpdesc4:before{content:"When at home in Midas, Imeeya spends most of her time with her cousin and closest friend Athanasia, hunting with her bow and quiver. The rest of the time she is with her mother, seeking to understand just where she’s falling short in seeing her aspirations come to fruit. With her lack of physical prowess, a child-like face and idealistic political ambitions, it is Tythra’s opinion that Imeeya would most benefit in her career through marriage. Perhaps the power of a wealthy, alpha husband would lend the missing clout and authority to Imeeya’s plans. In the hopes of securing her daughter the future she wants, Tythra is now set upon a course of finding Imeeya exactly that: a husband from whom to borrow power.";}
#imma.cpname:before{content:"Imma of Leventi";}
#imma.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Imma of Dynasteía Leventi, Birthed Daughter of Lord Georgios of Dynasteía Leventi and Lady Evelli of Dynasteía Leventi, Courtier of Taengea, Hellas";}
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#imma.cpdesc1:before,#imma .cpdesc1:before{content:"Like her eldest sister before her, Imma is an artistic soul but favours paint over music. As the youngest of so many sisters, it is easy for Imma to fall into the background of her family. Particularly when it is most affluent to see the eldest girls married before the younger. This state of overlook suits Imma most of the time. Often paint-splattered and never (in her view) about to meet the same standards of elegant beauty as her siblings, a quiet and warm space in the hidden bosom of her kin fits the youngest Leventi perfectly. At other times, however, it can feel like a judgement; a self-accepted critique as the last of the five that she cannot break away from.";}
#imma.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a little girl, Imma was doted on, beloved and openly adored by both her parents and elder siblings. Only from Nana did she receive any kind of hostility, the next youngest daughter jealous of the new baby's attentions. Once old enough to play, however, Imma shifted from annoying baby to dress-up doll for the fashion-focused Nana and a warmer dynamic was formed. Now, still only a teenager amidst a clucking henhouse of women, Imma feels like that doll again. During large assemblies or events, amidst a swirling crown of Leventi jewels, Imma is the quiet little pearl: the daisy among the bold orchids.";}
#imma.cpdesc3:before{content:"In her artwork, Imma finds her only confidence. With a brush in hand, she feels able to conquer the world: at least for a while. One of her only moments of independence in the Leventi household are the lessons that she attends at the Taengean scholeio, away from the household dramas and antics.";}
#indra.cpname:before{content:"Indra of Assur";}
#indra.cptitle:before{content:"Indra of Assur, Citizen of Assyria";}
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#indra.cpdesc1:before,#indra .cpdesc1:before{content:"Indra's origin is unique in the world of the Sariqas. Not only are women less common than their male counterparts within the faction but pregnant females are unheard of. Few tajmahi'rayiys are willing to keep the expense and liability of such women and their children within their ranks, preferring to kill or exile them. Indra's mother Fasira was therefore committed to Baaziak, the one man who championed her remaining with the band of thieves. Indra was born into this loyalty, raised by her single mother and a surplus of criminal uncle figures. Doted upon in their own, harsh ways, Indra was raised in a world of crime and now stands as a young entrepreneur of deadly weapons.";}
#indra.cpdesc2:before{content:"Growing up in a world of thievery, deceit and violence has not embittered Indra. She is tough and capable, able to handle darkness and gore with easy familiarity… but she is also sweet, takes joy in the little things and smiles often. She understands the language of her people - from Baaziak's malice to Akhmad's eerie silence - and will often take comfort in their odd displays of affection. To her Sariqas family, this makes Indra a ray of sunshine. To strangers, she appears unhinged.";}
#indra.cpdesc3:before{content:"When she was fourteen, Indra was no longer the child of a Sariqas, but a Sariqas herself. She inherited the standing upon the death of her mother. When Fasira was run through with a scimitar during an ambitious heist on an estate, the small group of survivors tried to carry her back to the Sariqas camp where Indra was waiting. They encountered a travelling physician - Farooq - who was able to surgically ensure Fasira remained conscious until she was reunited with Baaziak and her daughter. She died later that night. For several months, Indra loathed the so-called healer who had failed to save her mother. But with age and understanding came appreciation: Fasira could not have been saved by any mortal hand. And Farooq had created a miracle just allowing Indra to hold her mother's hand one last time.";}
#indra.cpdesc4:before{content:"Indra also inherited her mother's connections when she passed. Originally born to a wealthy merchant and a runaway thanks to her unplanned pregnancy, Fasira had spent fourteen years building a vast network of trading associates and lucrative dealings, particularly in the worlds of weaponry and armour. With Baaziak's backing, Indra was able to establish herself as her mother's successor even at fourteen and now operates as her faction's chief supplier of all things steel and leather. Indra is an expert in blades, daggers, maces, hammers and shields. She has an obsessive fascination with craftsmanship and though she is not an expert in using all weapons, she has an encyclopaedic knowledge on the theory of every combative practice.";}
#indra.cpdesc5:before{content:"For her own part, Indra's preferred method of fighting is with dual daggers once owned by her mother and originally gifted by Baaz. She is athletic, flexible and agile with a lethal understanding of the weaknesses of a human body. She relies on precision not strength. She is also a skilled actress, using her youth and innocence to play on others' sensibilities. The act is an easy one, as Indra is an open and friendly individual who has simply grown up in a world of violence that is not traumatic but nostalgic. She carries several scars but far more smiles.";}
#ino.cpname:before{content:"Ino of Vlahakis";}
#ino.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Ino of Varónos Vlahakis, Birthed Daughter of Varónos Dexios of Varónos Vlahakis and Rhene of Almosis, Courtier of Colchis, Hellas";}
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#ino.cpdesc1:before,#ino .cpdesc1:before{content:"A young woman very much still trying to find her place in the world (and failing) Ino finds it, instead, in fiction and worlds of fantasy. An avid reader and always the first in line for seeing travelling storytellers or tale-spinners, Ino devours stories, characters and fictional tales with a voracity that hints at high intellect and empathetic understanding.";}
#ino.cpdesc2:before{content:"Her time spent in the realms of fiction, however, have limited her exposure to society and the rest of the world. Ergo, her intelligence is not always shown through her clumsy courtly mannerisms and innocent demeanour. Ino is generally thought to be naïve and idealistic. Raised with the idea of heroes of the Gods and monsters of the deep, she has strong beliefs in right and wrong, along with a defined sense of justice, and she doesn’t often see the myriad of grey in the world.";}
#ino.cpdesc3:before{content:"Whilst her relationship with her father is very detached (not through lack of love but through distinct personal differences that seem insurmountable) Ino has a very soft and loving connection with her mother and her sister Skylar. As far as Ino is concerned, Lazaros is the perfect hero that she envisions in stories and she looks forward to his times at home, when he can regale her with his adventures. Even more so when he brings one of his military friends; romance and heated glances at the forefront of her mind.";}
#ino.cpdesc4:before{content:"In recent years, however, Ino’s mother has been turning her attention towards Ino becoming a delicate young woman over a starry-eyed girl. At the permission of her father —who is currently ill but refuses to accept that he may be dying— Ino and her sister Skylar have been sent to the capital Midas, to stay with Rhene’s friends and vassal, the Eliades family. The hope is to see both girls exposed to the manners of Court and interacting with males of the upper classes.";}
#irakles.cpname:before{content:"Irakles of Mikaelidas";}
#irakles.cptitle:before{content:"His Highness, Basilu Irakles of Dynasteía Mikaelidas, Birthed Son of Basilu Aimilios of Dynasteía Mikaelidas and Lady Meras of Dynasteía Antonis, Royal of Taengea, Hellas";}
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#irakles.cpdesc1:before,#irakles .cpdesc1:before{content:"Prince Irakles of Mikaelidas was born to the second marriage of the late king. For this reason, he is a good deal younger than his older brother; the current monarch of the land. With youth comes a different perspective of the world. With a different perspective comes conflict. In the eyes of Irakles, King Zenon is a peace-loving fool who seeks to make Taengea rich instead of great. What use is it to be the wealthiest nation in the known world if one does not rule the people and the land in a way that engenders respect? While Irakles accepts that Taengea runs on finances more than politics and that gold is therefore significant, he does not believe it worth the sacrifice of military might and the fearful respect of their enemies.";}
#irakles.cpdesc2:before{content:"In his younger years, Irakles was a powerful man. Naturally tall and able-bodied, without an innate aptitude for lessons, the military was destined to be where Irakles excelled. He was an honourable soldier and a man of valour and respect. He saved the lives of his men on the battlefield; he charged first into the enemy's front lines. Over decades, Irakles has earned the respect of his soldiers and his people, including many prominent figures in the Senate. As General of the Taengean forces and a Prince by birth, Irakles is a popular man and holds strong friendships with other powerful men such as Fotios of Leventi, Panos of Marikas and Lacides of Antonis.";}
#irakles.cpdesc3:before{content:"This respect has built in Irakles an arrogance and self-assurance that his choices are always correct, always for the good of the nation. Even his distasteful decision to oust his wife to a satellite estate and install his mistress in his formal home has been, to some extent, accepted by everyone. And this acceptance comes simply because of his achievements and his charismatic prowess in the upper echelons of society. Irakles’s reputation is bolstered further by his production of two sons: both skilled fighters and honourable men. In the eyes of his people, and therefore the eyes of himself, Irakles can do little wrong.";}
#irakles.cpdesc4:before{content:"And yet, his brother continues to rule. And soon, it will be Irakles's nephew to take on the mantle of kingship: a man as dedicated to keeping Taengea peaceful and small, as his father. This, Irakles cannot accept. And, despite any affection he might hold for his family, Taengea comes first. He must –and will– find a way to end the royal line of his brother and bring the crown over to his side of the family. For a man who breathes politics and bleeds patriotism, this intention no longer smells of treason but of ensuring the future of Taengea.";}
#isaac.cpname:before{content:"Isaac of Gurion";}
#isaac.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Isaac of Gurion, Birthed Son of Gurion of Noah and Hanna of Zelper, Courtier of Phoenicia";}
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#isaac.cpdesc1:before,#isaac .cpdesc1:before{content:"A man of great patience and work ethic, Isaac is a calmer and far more forgiving man than his brother. Unlike Gabriel, who has stewed in a resentment of grief for two decades, Isaac is a man for whom time heals all wounds. He grieves the loss of a wife he cared for and respected but he firmly believes that a life tainted by anger is a life wasted. Instead, he turns to the productive fostering of hope and happiness for the people of Israel and supports his father just as dependably as his brother, even though he holds no political rank for his efforts. It is widely believed that Isaac will take the role of Gabriel's second, as and when Gurion passes down the primary mantle of Mahnheeg.";}
#isaac.cpdesc2:before{content:"Oddly, Isaac was the far more boisterous of the brothers in their younger years. Whilst Gabriel applied himself passionately to learning, Isaac worked better with his hands. He turned his focus to trade and the active comings and goings of Israel's harbours. Isaac's eyes would grow wide at the exciting tales from afar and his hands grew rough learning the trade of sailors and the metal work of local blacksmiths. After puberty, Isaac would enjoy the company of visiting women or local brothel girls. He paid well, complimented frequently and was never a man to make false promises. When it was arranged that he was to marry a chaste and respectable woman from one of the wealthier families of Israel his visits ceased and his attention turned to being a faithful, dutiful husband. His youthful exuberance calmed into the maturity of experience. Whilst Isaac never loved his wife with the fervour of deep affection, he and Elena got on well and were happy in their home life. Particularly when she announced that she was with child. Having lived under a happy marriage and kindly father, Isaac was eager to play the role of papa. Little did he know that he would be playing that role without his wife's support.";}
#isaac.cpdesc3:before{content:"After the tragedy that stole all three of their wives, the Azari men banded together in their sorrow and worked to raise the youngest generation of their family with such devotion that they might not miss their maternal influences. Whilst Gurion led the people and Gabriel managed the city's treasury, Isaac turned to the on-the-ground arrangements, seeing to the taxation and negotiations with the merchants frequenting the Phoenician coastline. He now takes great pride in the network of friends and acquaintances he has built across the Mediterranean and is known as an open and devoted friend and honest collaborator.";}
#isaac.cpdesc4:before{content:"Isaac feels no jealous rivalry or discontent with his older brother. Exasperation is often an emotion between them for Gabriel will never allow his hate for outsiders to subside. But, more significantly, Isaac is concerned that his brother's prejudices are contagious and spreading to his own son Matthias. Still a newborn when his mother was lost to wartime plague, Matthias has no personal axe to grind and yet has become progressively angrier over the loss of his mother so long ago. Isaac's words of tolerance and compassion are beginning to fall on deaf ears and Gabriel's refusal to stand by Isaac's parental choices is putting a strain on their otherwise strong fraternal bond.";}
#isaac.cpdesc5:before{content:"In the hopes of leading by example, Isaac has sought and agreed to a betrothal arrangement with Fumisa H'Abaddi, a woman of K'm't and sister to one of the Pharaoh's most promising war commanders. Whilst this arrangement might hold vast potential for the Phoenician people, and their international amnesty, it has brought great strife and conflict into the Azari household, testing all of the relationships that Isaac holds most dear.";}
#isetheperu.cpname:before{content:"Isetheperu H'Fakhouri";}
#isetheperu.cptitle:before{content:"Supreme Mother, Mut Hmt’Nswt Isetheperu of Hei Naddar, Birthed Daughter of Lord Ptahmose of Hei Fakhouri and Qalhata of Alexandria, Royal of K’m’t";}
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#isetheperu.cpdesc1:before,#isetheperu .cpdesc1:before{content:"Politics is a heartless game. But the heartless cannot win it. It is Isetheperu's great belief that only those who love can rule. Their love must be powerful, unyielding and tempered to purpose. Their love must be not for themselves, nor even their family. It must be for a cause. The cause of a country, the cause of a legal edict. It must be a passionate, undying devotion to something larger than oneself. Isetheperu has this love. For she loves K'm't. Her father loved it. Her brothers loved it. And now, as the only living connection to Hei Fakhouri, Isetheperu loves the land of the black sands in their place. Every grain of sand along the Nile, every block in the walls of the pyramids. Every man, woman and child, every camel, alligator and rat. Isetheperu's patriotism knows no bounds. And she will allow none to harm her beloved K'm't.";}
#isetheperu.cpdesc2:before{content:"Born to the Hei of Fakhouri, Isetheperu was educated as few women are. Slap bang in the middle of a pack of brothers, and the only girl, Isetheperu learned economics and business at their side. She grew skilled in negotiation, trade and exchange. She learned languages so that she could converse with merchants and traders who sailed through the port of Alexandria. Born on the coast and a lover of the sea, Isetheperu's curiosity grew beyond the boundaries of K'm't and she learned of far off cultures and and new ways of life. She became a highly competent hand at business and diplomacy, which then served her well when the Fakhouri family moved to Thebes. Their estate there had been maintained for years, open to the family whenever they journeyed south for the social season. Now, their move was permanent. For Isetheperu's father had secured the greatest trade of all: his daughter's hand, to the new Pharaoh of K'm't. At fourteen, Isetheperu was queen.";}
#isetheperu.cpdesc3:before{content:"Over the next fifty years, Isetheperu has built her life in the image of the greats. Instead of relying on a crown that might not sit atop her head forever, she has built trading negotiations, bonds of friendship and strings to pull with blackmail or push with bribery with almost every single member of the Council and Court. In terms of social currency, she is singularly the richest and most powerful person - male or female - in K'm't. Real wealth, in coin and gold, is also at hand for Isetheperu. Despite outliving every other member of the family and rendering the Fakhouri house null and void, Isetheperu has kept her birth Hei in power through sheer force of will. She operates businesses under their name and keeps the crest in the Kemetic registry. No-one wishes to tell the Queen, now Queen Dowager, that any house without a male heir must surely close its doors.";}
#isetheperu.cpdesc4:before{content:"Flying in the face of tradition, Isetheperu looks to the future: to a time when her daughter will birth more sons than needed for the K'm't throne. One of whom she - as head of the Hei Fakhouri - can claim into her original bloodline, allowing the Fakhouri name to rise once more. Of course, this will be an additional boone to Hatshepsut simply producing living children. For Isetheperu was never blessed in that department. Despite almost a dozen pregnancies and births, none of Isetheperu's offspring have survived beyond their first few weeks besides Hatshepsut.";}
#isetheperu.cpdesc5:before{content:"Adoring as Isetheperu is of her daughter, she finds Hatshepsut's quiet personality a frustration. Unaware that her daughter was perhaps forged as a submissive because of her own domineering character, Isetheperu is in a constant battle to draw Hatshepsut out of her shell to stand as the woman she's always had the potential to be: a mighty and wise queen. And by wise Isetheperu means making choices she approves of. One such choice was Hatshepsut's marriage to Iahotep.";}
#isetheperu.cpdesc6:before{content:"Though Isetheperu supported and encouraged her daughter's union with the Deputy Pr'Ras, she is now growing concerned. Originally, she believed Iahotep to have all the objective and ambitious desires of a good ruler, plus the ignorance and manipulatable arrogance of a puppet king she could direct as she willed. As it turns out, Iahotep might be more independent than she was hoping. Which makes him harder to steer away from his more ludicrous ideas. Thank goodness Isetheperu has everyone else in the Council on some kind of leash. One does not, and should not, underestimate the power of a woman who has been raised, trained, married and birthed some of the most powerful people in the kingdom over the last fifty years.";}
#issavi.cpname:before{content:"Issavi al'Asmar";}
#issavi.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Issavi of Bêl' Asmar, Birthed Daughter of Herebahn of Bêl' Asmar and Dwurah of Kalhu, Courtier of Assyria";}
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#issavi.cpdesc1:before,#issavi .cpdesc1:before{content:"Issavi and her twin sister were only twenty years old when their world went up in smoke. In a matter of days, an act of arson had reduced their dowries, future and household name to little more than sooted ash and broken fibres. Already an adult but not the academic sort, Issavi had neither the wit or the learning to investigate matters. She was forced to rely wholly on her elder brother, who took up the sword of their family with earnest determination.";}
#issavi.cpdesc2:before{content:"It was Palakh's integrity that spurred Issavi into action. Focused on the major problem at hand and committed to restoring the household funds and reputation, Palakh had no additional hours in the day to investigate the more underhanded elements of that night. Worked to exhaustion from rebuilding nearly fifty years of achievements, Palakh was not in a position to hunt for arsonists and scrape amongst the lowlifes of the world for answers. But Issavi was. Or, would be, if she could learn just a little more.";}
#issavi.cpdesc3:before{content:"Applying herself to tutorship as she never had before, Issavi worked hard to learn the letter of the law. Specifically the loopholes within it. It is within these loopholes that Issavi has danced over the last few years, paying for violent interrogations and torturous investigations into the death of her father and the fire that took out the family's income. With every inch that Issavi sinks deeper into the underworld of crime and profit, the more confident she becomes. The more ambitious. But she must be careful. She is an elegant lady of the Court and refuses to allow that reputation to suffer now.";}
#issavi.cpdesc4:before{content:"To that end, Issavi has found Bahsawl, the bastard child of her father. Playing on his greedy nature, she has encouraged Palakh to bring him into the family. In return, Bahsawl is to put his underworld connections to good use: to Issavi's use. He now works for her, ensuring that her own hands remain clean and giving her the perfect scapegoat should anything be discovered: a bastard child who bit the hand that fed and who can be thrown back into the gutter from whence he came... Not that Issavi has any issues with Bahsawl right now. In fact, she likes him very much. Despite their relation, Issavi has welcomed her half-brother into her bed on numerous occasions and wields her sexuality as well as she does the knife she keeps in her skirts.";}
#issavi.cpdesc5:before{content:"When it is not Bahsawl hungering for her attentions, Issavi has no shortage of suitors. Most of the men at Court are tempted by her beauty and flirtatious eye. But most of them do not suit Issavi's tastes. Her interests lie in the rugged... the wanton... the bad boy from the streets who can excite and tempt her out of her high born world and into dirty ventures. One man who suits this criteria very well is Baaziak, the leader of a local Sariqas branch and Palakh's main contact with the faction. Baaz might not have been the family's first connection with the order of assassins and thieves, but he is their most recent. And, as far as Issavi is concerned, he is a serious upgrade. Now instigating herself into her brother's talks with the Sariqas, Issavi is working hard to entrance their leader. If she can draw Baaz in with her feminine wiles, perhaps he will be more lenient on the impossible expectations now landing upon her brother...";}
#issavi.cpdesc6:before{content:"Above all else, Issavi values and adores her family. With their mother now gone, her loyalties lie with Palakh and Izla only. All that she has done until now has been to reveal the arsonist who stole their lives and return them to their glorious perch of power. What she has yet to notice, however, is that some of those efforts are about to come into conflict. For example, Bahsawl, the besotted half-brother, is being brought into confidences concerning the Sariqas. And he is less than happy with his suspicions that Issavi harbours affections for one other than him...";}
#iulius.cpname:before{content:"Iulius Lex Regnum Cannae";}
#iulius.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Iulius Lex Regnum Cannae, Birthed Son of Lord Alexander Lex Regnum Cannae and Phoebe of Castile, Senator of Roma";}
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#iulius.cpdesc1:before,#iulius .cpdesc1:before{content:"In a world of harsh politics and conniving, courtly games, Iulius is a breath of fresh air. Sweet and gentle, he is kind-hearted to all and always up for a laugh. A devoted brother to Fabiana and loyal lover to Vitrus Nobilis Cassia, Iulius spends most of his time in the capital where he tends to the administrative duties behind the Cannae fishing trade and holds the rank of Magister in the Parliamentum. In Roma, he keeps a house for him and his sister but divides his time between this family home and his lover's manor. Iulius is an optimistic creature who takes great joy in the simplicities of life. To be around him is to be warmed by his generosity and open humour. Very few get to see the deeper Iulius. One who still bears the sorrow and trauma of a dark, cruel secret...";}
#iulius.cpdesc2:before{content:"Iulius was orphaned at a young age. He and his sister Fabiana lost both parents across just two summers and their elder half-brother appeared quick to dismiss them from his mind. On Caesar's order, Iulius' childhood was split in two: half the year with the honourable academics, the Netunos. The other with his sister in the capital. On special occasions, he and Fabiana would be brought out to the western Cannae lands to witness Caesar's world. There, on the western borders of Europa, their brother was king, operating a military embargo against the northern invaders and openly commanding the flow of trading ships to the eastern territories. Caesar was - and remains - an honourable older brother, but one that is distant. Iulius would like to see the gap narrowed and to have a fraternal role model in his life. But Fabiana still holds the man who abandoned them as children in disregard and Iulius fears hurting the sibling he has for the sibling he might gain.";}
#iulius.cpdesc3:before{content:"On one of his excursions to his family’s lands out west Iulius suffered his greatest trauma, in the dark of the night, at the hands of a male soldier. Iulius told no-one of his rape. The violation was an emasculating embarrassment, to say nothing of the emotional and physical trauma. Having his virtue taken by another man was a horrendous introduction to a sexual preference he would eventually discover on his own and it took Iulius many years to trust anyone enough to explore those desires. Enter Vitrus...";}
#iulius.cpdesc4:before{content:"Vitrus Nobilis Cassia was a man of experience. He knew the world, he knew himself and he had known several men before meeting Iulius one summer's day. At first, the flirtatious Vitrus courted Iulius with uncomfortable fervour. To Iulius, the handsome politician's desire was not flattering but frightening. The pair courted and they argued. They kissed and then they fought. With every inch closer, Iulius became more emotional. Like a trapped animal, he pushed Vitrus away, only to hold him in his gaze at social events a week later. Vitrus came back like a moth to a flame. Eventually, Vitrus's love for this contrary, perplexing man was pushed too far. In a disastrous attempt to seduce Iulius into submission, the truth was revealed and the pair were finally able to begin an honest love affair that would stand the test of time. Now, years later, Iulius and Vitrus are inseparable, open in their love for one another and defiant in the face of the rare disapproving stare.";}
#iulius.cpdesc5:before{content:"To this day, Vitrus is Iulius's only confidant regarding his past. Only he knows why Iulius still wakes in the night covered in sweat. Only he knows that the soldier is still out there, unidentified and unpunished. And whilst Iulius desperately wants to erase all memory of the event, Vitrus might secretly have other plans. For how can he rest when the man he loves is still tormented by an evil ghost that he might have the power to find and vanquish?";}
#temuulen.cpname:before{content:"Ivar Magnusson";}
#temuulen.cptitle:before{content:"Ivar Magnusson, Of the Blacklock Hill Ostmaðr, Militant of Ostjorð";}
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#temuulen.cpdesc1:before,#temuulen .cpdesc1:before{content:"Temuulen was born of teastern soil. Or, at least, that is what he has been told. The son of a widow, Temuulen was still a babe in swaddling when the barbarians arrived. These men, clad in skins and furs, hailed from the north west. But they were not there to conquer. As a small exploratory group, it was the task of these savages to venture as far east as they could, mapping the lands and exploring the world. Though invasion and plunder were not their intention it did not stop these men from taking the occasional prize that tempted their eye. And Temuulen was a prize. One morning, his mother kept the baby rocked in a crib in the sunshine as she hung sodden laundry using a line. When a devout Ostmadr witnessed two ravens come to land on the edge of Temuulen's crib, he declared the babe within marked by Odin and took him. Temuulen's mother fought for her baby with an invention unseen by the barbarian Magnus: a bow, held horizontal upon a shaft and fired with the mere tug of a trigger. When Temuulen's mother died attempting to hold onto her baby, Magnus added this crossbow to his spoils.";}
#temuulen.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a child, Temuulen became nameless. His original name, unpronounceable to his new people and Magnus not yet ready to bestow him with a new moniker. Only when the child displayed genuine skill with his inherited crossbow and began to win wrestling fights with the boys who mocked his foreigner appearance did Magnus feel proud enough to formally adopt the babe he had taken. One his twelfth birthday, the nameless boy became Ivar Magnusson of the Blacklock Hill sippe. He has never referred to himself as anything else.";}
#temuulen.cpdesc3:before{content:"In his early years, Ivar considered himself Ostmadr, even as his kin and peers made his otherness obvious. With looks and taunting, jeers and prejudice, Ivar was treated like a slave captured in combat, even though he never formally held the label of property. After his naming day, thus the treatment did not stop, but became less overt. For Ivar had already proved by then that he was more than capable of standing his own ground. A gifted horseman, archer and wielded of his birth mother's strange contraption, Ivar is a swift death in human skin, delivered from great distances and at high speeds. Whilst he continues to see the gleam of prejudice in the eyes of those he is not close to, they say nothing for fear of his arrows finding them in the night.";}
#temuulen.cpdesc4:before{content:"To those who know Ivar, he is wholly Ostmadr. He is well respected by his closest brothers in arms and his skin and appearance mostly ignored. So young when he was first found, Ivar has spoken no other tongue, known no other culture and understands Magnus to be both his abductor and his loving parent. He holds no hatred towards the man who, in taking him, followed the norms of a society that Ivar was equally raised within. If he holds any resentment at all, it is against Magnus's delay in giving him a name and accepting him wholly into the sippe. Because, to Ivar, the gruff and grumbling Magnus is all he's ever known as family.";}
#temuulen.cpdesc5:before{content:"The two ravens upon his bedside have spelled different omens for different people. Some believe that the birds were merely marking an Ostmadr, born to the wrong people, and that Temuulen was destined to become Ivar. Others say that the mark was more significant and that Ivar must have some grand part to play in the future of the Ostmadr people. Those extreme in the other direction whisper that Magnus was a fool to bring an unknown infant into their ranks and that the ravens were warning of a great enemy, a great misfortune that Ivar will one day bring to the sippe. No one, Ivar included, can know for certain. He can only trust in the will of the gods, himself and his brothers in arms.";}
#temuulen.cpdesc6:before{content:"Speaking of which, Ivar has one particular friend with whom he shares a close and special bond. In his younger days, when others kept their children from playing with the strange foreign boy, Skuld Skardottir showed no such reserve. Despite being daughter of the future konungr, Skuld was an outsider in the Blacklock Hill sippe too. Making her somewhat averse to ostracising others. To her, the nameless boy was odd looking and fun to be around. As the pay grew, they became closer still and now stand beside one another with an unbreakable vow of friendship.";}
#temuulen.cpdesc7:before{content:"Ivar has operated as Skuld's second in command in many battles. He is simultaneously incredibly loyal to her and the only person allowed to make rude or critical remarks of her with good-natured humour. He is more than aware that a foreigner like himself - who many still believe should be kept as a slave - rising to become the deputy of royalty is solely due to his friendship with the woman and, as such, is very thankful to Skuld. But he is equally comfortable in that friendship to tease and bicker with the woman, without fear of losing his standing. Despite his devout loyalty, Ivar is as much a friend as he is a deputy and he and Skuld speak to one another as only best friends can. Curiously, though Ivar indeed desires women, there has never been a hint of romance in this relationship. Whilst Ivar's desires lean towards more feminine women, Skuld is treated as if she were a male friend. With open, vulgar jokes, excessive drinking and an undying devotion that has him either protecting her from an archer's nest or standing thigh to neck bedside her in a shield wall.";}
#ivra.cpname:before{content:"Ivra of Marikas";}
#ivra.cptitle:before{content:"Her Highness, Basilem Ivra of Dynasteía Marikas, Birthed Daughter of Basilu Minos of Dynasteía Marikas and Lady Persephone of Dynasteía Antonis, Royal of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#ivra.cpdesc1:before,#ivra .cpdesc1:before{content:"The oldest (and some would claim wisest) of Dynasteía Marikas, Ivra is her House's uncontested matriarch. Born the youngest of three to the wealthiest dynasty in the land afforded Ivra the benefit of choice: the choice of her own life. She has never married and never birthed children of her own, but she remains a beloved aunt to: the current senatorial Master of Law, the Stravos Head of House’s wife, and the King himself. Not to mention the great-aunt to a dozen adult courtiers (including the Head of her own familial House) and great-great aunt to four more. Ivra of Marikas is an institution. Regardless of her surname, she is respected by over half the Athenian court and beloved by the rest, even as her personal loyalties remain with the crest of the owl.";}
#ivra.cpdesc2:before{content:"Minas of Xanthos is the third king Ivra has witnessed on the throne of Athenia and, in her eyes, he is a fine one. For her, compassion for one's fellow man, intelligent consideration, and patience are the secrets to a long and fine life as a leader of man –a rule that has so far served her very well. Minas has these qualities and Ivra is content to see the kingdom she loves in his hands. The machinations of her great-nephew Pavlos are a contrast of interest for Ivra. While she prefers the name of Marikas over that of Xanthos for kingship, she privately prefers the man Minas over that of Pavlos. But then, with old age comes the wisdom of human contrariness. Only the young see everything in black and white. The wise accept the greyness of humanity along with that of their hair.";}
#ivra.cpdesc3:before{content:"After so many decades atop the social pyramid, there is no courtly fashion Ivra is not aware of, no rule of etiquette she has not perfected, no legal language in the known world in which she cannot make basic conversation. She is always dressed with a demure finery suitable for her rank and her age and she never steps a public foot wrong. A firm woman in both opinion and countenance, Ivra holds little legal power but exceptional interpersonal authority in Court –authority she rarely utilises. Preferring to observe history unfold before her and allow her descendants the free will to decide their own fates, she'll often only step in or raise an issue when she believes a loved one is truly headed for disaster, for she is a firm defender of her blood. Her reticence and quiet patience mean that, when Ivra does choose to speak, the world seems to shut up and pay devout attention.";}
#izkhaq.cpname:before{content:"Izkhaq al'Kushiq";}
#izkhaq.cptitle:before{content:"His Majesty, Tartēnu Izkhaq of Bêl' Kushiq, Birthed Heir of Tartēnu Munirsuarta of Bêl' Kushiq and Caillie of Aleppo, Royal of Assyria";}
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#izkhaq.cpdesc1:before,#izkhaq .cpdesc1:before{content:"For the first twenty years of his life, Izkhaq was the perfect son and heir. Intelligent, charming and just cunning enough to navigate the world of noble politics. Filial to his family and benevolent to the people who would one day be his to command, Izkhaq suffered only the inescapable arrogance of being born to privilege. At the age of only twenty, Izkhaq already held significant roles of authority in the Assyrian branches of the the merchant and maritime guilds, whilst juggling his duties as crown prince. Tragically, destiny had decided that Izkhaq's path would not continue to run so smoothly.";}
#izkhaq.cpdesc2:before{content:"Eight years ago, the crown prince led his father's forces into battle against the Mitanni armies. It was the greatest loss the Assyrians had ever suffered at the hands of their hostile neighbours. The defeat was not the fault of the royal commanders but the cunning espionage of the newly crowned King Shahen of Mitanni. For Izkhaq, however, there was far more to lose than one conflict. In the middle of the fray, Izkhaq was struck in the back of the head. The blade responsible for the blow sliced beneath the prince's helmet and struck skull. Izkhaq was blinded and knocked from his horse and into the mud, where he remained for four hours, scrambling in darkness, bleeding profusely and trying to avoid the feet of marching, fighting soldiers. Miraculously, he survived.";}
#izkhaq.cpdesc3:before{content:"Izkhaq's sight did return. After several days in bed, his eyesight gradually restored, though he remains without a sense of taste or smell. More significant was the change to his mental state. Ever since his accident, Izkhaq's mind has lost its acumen. Now, he takes time to perform even the most basic of tasks and retreats into emotional anguish or childish tantrum when frustrated. Witnesses to his uncontrollable outbursts have started to spread whispers of the crown prince's infantile behaviour and odd character.";}
#izkhaq.cpdesc4:before{content:"Unable to publicly admit that their crown prince has been reduced to a shell of his former self, the royal family work hard to mask Izkhaq's new deficiencies. His sister Caifa is a particular support to Izkhaq, as she handles most of his regal and official duties. Daniya is a soothing influence upon his temperamental mind. And his father continues to show love and support to the son he believes will one day return to his previous self. As each year slips by, however, Izkhaq's moods become worse, fuelled by the fear that he will never recover his former glory.";}
#izla.cpname:before{content:"Izla al'Asmar";}
#izla.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Izla of Bêl' Asmar, Birthed Daughter of Herebahn of Bêl' Asmar and Dwurah of Kalhu, Courtier of Assyria";}
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#izla.cpdesc1:before,#izla .cpdesc1:before{content:"Izla is everything an Assyrian lady should be. Sweet and kindly, demure and well-mannered, educated and devout in the practices of the divine temples. Provided everything is just 'so', Izla is the epitome of grace and chastity. When things are not in perfect order, however, the beautiful tapestry that is Izla's mental state begins to unravel.";}
#izla.cpdesc2:before{content:"In a future time, Izla might have been given the tools to cope with her illness: an illness that would one day be known as OCD. Instead, she is left to ponder her compulsive behaviours; to question, chastise and fear them. In some ways, she wonders if her urges are divinely sent: if counting stonework, tapping surfaces and brushing her hair a hundred strokes a day are rituals the Gods wish her to perform. This would explain the anxiety and hysteria she experiences when failing to complete them; for they must be a punishment for heresy. At other times, when the compulsions grow so strong that Izla fears the judgement of courtly eyes, she wonders if the rituals themselves are the punishment. Has she wronged the Gods in some way in her youth? Was she given these choking bars in her mind because of some misdeed? Izla does not know.";}
#izla.cpdesc3:before{content:"Beyond her quirky obsessions, Izla can behave more or less normally. Whilst she does not appreciate human touch and fears a lack of chaste cleanliness, she is otherwise social and engaging around others. She is well-received in the Assyrian Court and has several suitors interested in her hand. And yet, Izla prefers the attention of the temples. Particularly in honouring the Goddess Nintinugga, where chastity is esteemed and Izla will never have to worry over the unclean touch of a man.";}
#izla.cpdesc4:before{content:"Kept away from her family's negotiations with the darker elements of society, Izla is more or less ignorant to the investigations into her father's death as well as the deeper concerns for the family's income. Her siblings know Izla well. They understand that such knowledge - the disturbances and fears for their immediate future - would upset her routines, cause a hysterical panic and bring the world down around Izla's ears. So, she is kept protected and blinkered, focused only on her own life and how she can better utilise her practices in the temples to bring fortune and prosperity back to the Asmar name...";}
#jahzara.cpname:before{content:"Jahzara of the Somalu";}
#jahzara.cptitle:before{content:"Her Blessedness, Leierin Jahzara of the Somalu Gesin, Royal of Bedoa’mt";}
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#jahzara.cpdesc1:before,#jahzara .cpdesc1:before{content:"Being born to a powerful trader in the Somalu gesin and a woman of the Rwandi people made Jahzara a cosmopolitan princess from the start. Fluent in the traditions and dialects of both tribes and a skilled negotiator in all things tradeable, Jahzara grew up spoiled and greedy. What she wanted was never out of her reach for she could always bargain, purchase or manipulate it into her possession. As she grew into a woman of great beauty, seduction became another method of obtainment. By seventeen, Jahzara had eyed and achieved the biggest prize of them all: the position of leierin. Queen of the Somalu people.";}
#jahzara.cpdesc2:before{content:"Whilst Jahzara would have desired the position regardless of circumstance, fate gifted her further with a husband handsome enough to take to bed and smart enough to secure them a future of prosperity. Everything was perfect in Jahzara's world. Until the years began to pass. In Ahanti, Jahzara sees something she does not possess and can never have: a calm compassion of maturity and honour. In the eyes of their advisors, warriors, civilians and visitors, Jahzara can see a difference. She, they admire. But Ahanti has their respect. Whilst this might seem a trifling detail, even a single grain of sand can rub one raw given enough time. And the more Ahanti secured his position as a beloved leader, the more Jahzara subconsciously resented him. Now, their marriage is a fictitious one, steeped in festering arguments and snide remarks. Neither seem to know exactly where this negativity began or whether it has grounds in reality; they know only the present hostility. A hostility that would have died long ago if it wasn't set burning by a deep passion and jealous love.";}
#jahzara.cpdesc3:before{content:"Unconscious of the envy she holds towards her husband, Jahzara has turned the blame upon him: he does not bestow the same love and attention that he used to. He is rude. He is grating. Only in bed do they come together as they used to, their nocturnal cries of passion all the more intense as a tension release from their public discontent. But this is not enough to satisfy Jahzara's greedy and vain heart. She needs more: more devotion, more admiration. For the last few years, she has sought these attentions from other men and gladly bedded them behind her husband's back. This betrayal is cathartic to Jahzara: a middle-finger to Ahanti's poor marital efforts.";}
#jahzara.cpdesc4:before{content:"To Jahzara, her daughters are a footnote in life. In their company, she gives them attention and will not outright discard or ignore them. But her life is generally too full of herself for Jahzara to put anyone else first. The more her daughters grow into beautiful women in their own right and the more lavish praise they receive from their father, the further Jahzara keeps her offspring from her heart. Again, a subconscious jealousy is to blame. But Jahzara is not the sort to look inward for a problem, blaming others and the world around her for why her family is cracking at the foundations.";}
#jahzi.cpname:before{content:"Jahzi of the Mekaki";}
#jahzi.cptitle:before{content:"Jahzi of the Mekaki Gesin, Citizen of Bedoa’mt";}
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#jahzi.cpdesc1:before,#jahzi .cpdesc1:before{content:"Little is known of Jahzi. She was born originally to the Mekaki gesin (or so she claimed) and began travelling with the Nubi almost twelve years ago. In less than a year she had stolen the prince's heart then stolen away into the night, leaving behind her newborn daughter. No-one knows what Jahzi's intention was. She refused marriage to Melokuhle and yet appeared to return his devotion. Then there's the abandonment of both him and her child to be answered for. Worse still, Jahzi stole more than the prince's heart and honour that night: she also took Luthando's twin sibling. Just what could this woman want with one child that she could not have had with two? And why turn down the most privileged wifely position in the Nubi people?";}
#jahzi.cpdesc2:before{content:"This character is open to much interpretation and development and is here merely as a footnote in reference to other, more detailed canon characters. Whilst she’s not an official canon, anyone interested in playing this character is welcome to create her, adapt her as they wish and fill in her mysterious history...";}
#jalah.cpname:before{content:"Jalah of the Zaire";}
#jalah.cptitle:before{content:"Her Blessedness, Leierin Jalah of the Zaire Gesin, Birthed Daughter of Leierseun Hunai of the Zaire Gesin and Lindiwe of the Zaire Gesin, Royal of Bedoa’mt";}
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#jalah.cpdesc1:before,#jalah .cpdesc1:before{content:"A tomboy at heart, Jalah is stronger and tougher than most women in Bedoa’mt are ever encouraged to be. Only eleven when her father passed, she has grown following the leadership example of her older sister, making her strong, independent and the source of much exasperation for her gentile mother. Whilst her personality is boisterous and forceful with limited grace, she also possesses the softest bleeding heart you'll ever find and is a natural ‘fixer’ determined to storm her way into any scenario, putting everyone else’s happiness before her own.";}
#jalah.cpdesc2:before{content:"In her infancy, Jalah was unruly. Perhaps it was the burden of being the middle child, caught between the strong-willed first-born and the sickly baby of the family, but Jalah spent much of her childhood seeking attention. She was always the loudest, the most disruptive or the one most covered in mud. Her father watched her behaviour with curiosity, whilst her mother sucked her teeth in frustration. As she grew, her tendency to make a spectacle of herself dimmed but Jalah retained her boyish, brash manners. To this day she is more physical and aggressive with her words than a lady should be, least of all a princess.";}
#jalah.cpdesc3:before{content:"Like her sister, Jalah is naturally compassionate. Unlike her sister, she has yet to develop the tact that preserves the toes of those she seeks to aid. Jalah will often charge into a situation, determined to help and naturally taking a position of leadership in the solution. Whilst her plans are always carefully considered and would inevitably be successful on a practical level, they are not always the help others require. Still, Jalah attacks head on, as she does all her endeavours, passionate about her altruism.";}
#jalah.cpdesc4:before{content:"Close friends with both of her siblings, Jalah’s most heated relationship is now with her mother. Lindiwe is an elegant and delicate creature who struggles to hide her disappointment and exasperation over Jalah’s unfeminine clothing and less than stellar temperament. In the hopes of overcoming this breach, Jalah has worked hard in recent months to turn her attention to more ladylike pastimes, including weaving. Fashion, however, seems a confusing effort on Jalah’s part, as she has yet to realise that she is colour-blind.";}
#jawahir.cpname:before{content:"Jawahir of the Rwandi";}
#jawahir.cptitle:before{content:"Her Blessedness, Leierseunin Jawahir of the Rwandi Gesin, Birthed Daughter of Leierseun Morathi of the Rwandi Gesin and Farashuu of the Rwandi Gesin, Royal of Bedoa’mt";}
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#jawahir.cpdesc1:before,#jawahir .cpdesc1:before{content:"Much like her mother, but with a naive innocence to her character, Jawahir is the product of Morathi and his second wife Farashuu. Loving her maternal parent deeply but also silently judging her for ranking second best within the family, Jawahir has made it her personal ambition to be better - in any and every way - than her half-sister Bashira to make up the deficit. The fact that she often finds herself falling short, whilst Bashira seems to waltz through life with a calm grace and effortless good fortune, infuriates Jawahir and sparks a rivalry between the daughters that is reflected in their mothers. What Jawahir fails to notice is that her weaknesses stem not necessarily from lack of talent but, most usually, from her trying too hard. Were she to realise this, she might free herself from a deep conflict in which she is the only combatant.";}
#jawahir.cpdesc2:before{content:"Growing up, Jawahir was always told that she was beautiful. And this is very true. With a mother like Farashuu, it would be impossible not to be born gorgeous. But, over time, this singular aspect of Jawahir's world has become unhealthily prominent. As a child, Jawahir quickly learned that her mother was ranked second in the eyes of her father. Her second mother, Durah, was the favourite. Frustrated by this, Jawahir worked hard to be well-respected in the family and not fall into her mother's camp of inferiority. And this seemed to work for a while. Durah paid her kind words and warm attention. She was friends with her half-sisters. But then puberty struck and the cursed beauty became more apparent. Already sensing a natural rivalry between herself and Bashira, Jawahir clung to the opulent praise she was given for her looks. She grew closer to her mother, who was skilled in the ways of beauty and slowly sunk into a mire of competitiveness. If her looks were a natural way for her to beat Bashira, then her looks she would have. Jawahir fell into the ways of vanity and selfish appraisal.";}
#jawahir.cpdesc3:before{content:"This focus also allowed Jawahir to avoid her more academic tutorship in which she has a natural difficulty. Barely able to comprehend words on a page as it is, Jawahir’s deliberate avoidance of her formal classes have left her practically illiterate; a weakness she hides with great shame and fear, along with every other possible failing she possesses. With a hard rejection of her weaker self, Jawahir leans into those facets of herself already celebrated by others.";}
#jawahir.cpdesc4:before{content:"This turn in Jawahir's development has formed a small wedge between herself and her father, who favours the more mature and kindly Bashira. And the stronger bond between Jawahir and her mother has seen Durah's love retreating. Jawahir has been left rejected by a woman that she had respected and thought upon kindly, and hurt that Durah would now turn her own daughters away from Jawahir's company. Hurt has become anger and now Jawahir and Farashuu are a united front against the arrogance and superiority of Durah and her offspring. Now, Jawahir reads every look is an insult and every comment a masked barb. She sees spiteful words and judgement everywhere and does not have the worldly experience to fight back with the same bitter alacrity as her mother. Instead, upon Farashuu's instruction, Jawahir works to ensnare the most elite shujaa of the Rwandi gesin. This way, the rank of queen might one day fall upon her head; the ultimate victory over those who look down upon her and her mother.";}
#julius.cpname:before{content:"Julius Nobilis Cassia";}
#julius.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Julius Nobilis Cassia, Birthed Heir of Lord Cassius Nobilis Cassia and Hellen of Babylonia, Courtier of Roma";}
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#julius.cpdesc1:before,#julius .cpdesc1:before{content:"Were he alive in the present day, Julius Nobilis Cassia might have been identified as suffering from a social anxiety disorder. Alas, in ancient Roma, Julius is merely weak in disposition, character and courage. Luckily, he has a supportive and loving family upon whom he can rely. Along with his twin sister Caelia, Julius was born in Israel to a Babylonian mother and an absent father. Their mother, Hellen, faced unruly seas and the loss of her home to bring them to the House of Cassia where she would die in peace knowing her babies would be well cared for. Now, Caelia and Julius are as much a part of the noble family as those born within its walls, even as their sire remains nonexistent.";}
#julius.cpdesc2:before{content:"In the place of parents, Julius and Caelia have been raised with a household of adoring kin: their grandfather, uncles, a distant but loving great aunt with cousins to visit and friends to make. Not to mention a body of servants who are treated with such kindness and respect that they are practically family themselves.";}
#julius.cpdesc3:before{content:"But still, Julius's past haunts him. Whilst he and Caelia were only three years old when they were brought to Roma, blurry, half-recollections linger. When still a toddler, Julius was attacked by a stray dog on the streets of Israel. The bite caused a fever and he was sick for several weeks. This was the event that proved to Hellen she could no longer care for her children: that her own sickness was preventing her from watching them properly and would eventually steal her from their lives altogether. As soon as Julius had recovered, the little family of three were on a boat, suffering the waves and gales of open waters. Then there was their arrival at a foreign estate, filled with strangers.";}
#julius.cpdesc4:before{content:"Whilst Julius has long since let go of his fear of the Cassia family and has loved them devotedly ever since, his earliest memories have already formed traumatic sensitivities. Not only is Julius deathly fearful of any form of canine but he is also socially awkward, nervous of strangers and breaks out in a cold sweat when forced to socialise in large groups. He detests big crowds, reacts badly to loud noises and is filled with dread when approached by anyone he is not already well-acquainted with. The smell of certain medicinal herbs makes him nauseated. Whilst Julius appears relatively normal in the company of those he cares for, he can barely function in a room full of strangers.";}
#julius.cpdesc5:before{content:"These behaviours and impulses are a great source of shame for Julius. His sister Caelia, after all, has no such trauma. She takes to others like a swan to water. She is vibrant and funny, daring and courageous. Instead of recognising the trauma of his past, Julius believes himself to be weak. A coward. He regularly talks down to himself, vows to be stronger or braver and is then crushed when the shaking takes over and he can't control his heart rate. To the family who loves him so, Julius has a physical weakness; some kind of sickness that he was probably born with and cannot help. They have attempted to change his diet, his lifestyle and all other means of aiding him. Since nothing has worked, the family simply operate around his difficulties, supporting and caring for him where they can. None blame him and the word 'coward' is a dirty phrase. But Julius still feels it. Deep down, he still thinks of himself as little more than an undeserving burden upon this great family whom he desperately wishes to do proud.";}
#kaemsekhem.cpname:before{content:"Kaemsekhem of Cairo";}
#kaemsekhem.cptitle:before{content:"His Divine Grace, Kaemsekhem of Cairo, Waa'hid Hm'Wieb of the Hekasenkt, Spiritualist of K'm't";}
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#kaemsekhem.cpdesc1:before,#kaemsekhem .cpdesc1:before{content:"Though orphaned before his sixth year, Kaemsekhem knew little of grief for most of his life. As a child, there was little time for tears and sentiment before the cruel realities of the world became his focus. Schooled by cruelty, Kaemekhem grew harsh and cold early in his infancy. With every Theben door slammed in his face, every waved hand, broom or branch swatted at his legs and every “be gone”, bitterness welled in his veins. Treated no better than a stray mutt, Kaemsekhem was forced to survive in any way he could: fighting for scraps, huddling with animals for warmth, and generally wondering why he had been born to the world. Until they found them. The Hekasenkt. His heart thumping with anticipation, the notion that this was where the dead came, was not lost on Kaemsekhem, even at so young an age. Yet death seemed to thrive behind those closed doors. For here he was clothed, fed, bathed and offered a place to sleep. It was not long before the Hekasenkt was synonymous with home.";}
#kaemsekhem.cpdesc2:before{content:"The bitter child grew not out of his hostility but into it. The Hekasenkt nourished Kaemekhem's cold disdain for the unfeeling world; each slight, scolding and repercussion a nutritious morsel to nurture apathetic growth. Intelligence grew alongside his dispassion. Then a work ethic of strict perfectionism and a greedy ambition for more. When Kaemekhem's schooling was complete and he faced the selection for priesthood, the Hekasenkt's recruiter paused in their choice, uncertainty upon his features. Even as a teenager, it was clear that Kaemekhem was not a man to follow, not a mind to bend. Yet, he was infinitely devoted to the faction and too cunning to be allowed to wander untethered. So the nod of approval finally came. ";}
#kaemsekhem.cpdesc3:before{content:"Upon entering the temple's ranks, initially as an embalmer, none could argue Kaemsekhem's work ethic nor diligence to his trade. His knowledge of the gods and funerary rites of the deceased seemed second to only the High Priest of Osiris himself, a fact that fanned his feathers like a proud peacock. But also set his sights on greater prestiges… The Teka-Hers were a prestigious and enigmatic sect of the temple whom Kaemekhem had heard of only in whispers; ones whom he could have mistaken for fantasy, had it not been for the occasional glimpse of those crimson robes. His tireless efforts became geared towards that sect; a spearhead of ambition that would not waiver. Once invited, his participation in the trial became a hyper fixation – a destiny calling. For each survivor of the trial the experience is deeply personal, seldom shared, and this was no exception for Kaemsekhem – the only thing known of the event was that it seemed to invigorate him to a higher calling still.";}
#kaemsekhem.cpdesc4:before{content:"Prior to Kaemsekhem, no participant of the Teka-Her had ever been elevated beyond and yet, through stunning manipulation and supposed communion with the dead, he was eventually able to rise to the station of High Priest of Anubis: an addition rank alongside his anointing as a Teka-Her and second only to the High Priest of Osiris himself. In this role, Kaemekhem takes his duties seriously, championing the station of his fellow Teka-Hers and attempting to curry favour at court with the Pharaoh. After all, who would not like to be part of a new world order? Especially one where death is vanquished. For that is what the Hekasenkt are offering. Whilst he serves Sirahkti devotedly in public, Kaemsekhem abhors any moment in which his superior decides to show his face. As far as he is concerned, the Hekasenkt is his and his alone. He has his ambitions, his plans and his heir in the adopted son he is still trying to coerce into the Teka-Her trials: Luwelot. He is ready to lead. If only Sirahkti the fossil would finally capitulate to his destiny of death and dust…";}
#kaia.cpname:before{content:"Kaia of Almosis";}
#kaia.cptitle:before{content:"Kaia of Almosis, Citizen of Colchis, Hellas";}
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#kaia.cpdesc1:before,#kaia .cpdesc1:before{content:"Although Agolois was not the silver-tongued storyteller of their group, he always spoke of the night Kaia was born with such animation and awe. To him, it seemed the storm that drowned out Callie’s cries of labour was captured in Kaia and seen through her eyes. Agolois described that storm as both destructive and beautiful.";}
#kalliope.cpname:before{content:"Kalliope of Arcana";}
#kalliope.cptitle:before{content:"Kalliope of Arcana, Performer of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#kalliope.cpdesc1:before,#kalliope .cpdesc1:before{content:"Kalliope was born into a wealthy merchant family, who at the time just before her birth was down on their luck. Sometimes she would help her family in their shop, helping sell their wares to the nobles who seemed to like when Kalli was around. With her charming smile, most would say that she could talk anyone into buying anything that they originally had doubts about after listening to her speak and haggle for the sale. Much like her namesake, she loved to sing and create things that she found beautiful. Kalliope wanted to make everyone see that everything in life had a bit of beauty in it. With each free moment, Kalliope always could be found singing a song or humming to a tune in her head that only she could hear, so when she was at the shop and booths that her family had owned, many would stay just to listen to her sing and play the harp that she practiced often on. Visitors would claim that Apollo must have blessed her when she was a baby, her gifts of the arts incomparable to any they had heard. Kalliope would just shake her head as she devoted her songs to the very god they stated, never thinking that he would bless someone like her, but still hoped he enjoyed her songs. Later in life after a freak accident that left her alone and blind in the world, her only reprieve was the light that Apollo allowed her to continue to see, Kalli found herself in Colchis, a now wealthy business woman working in her stall and visiting Apollo's temple. Though her talent for painting was no longer an ability that she had, she still had her love of music, her gift for singing, and abilities to create beautiful unpainted pottery that could take her to places she never dreamed of.";}
#kallista.cpname:before{content:"Kallista of Dolomesa";}
#kallista.cptitle:before{content:"Her Divine Grace, Sister Kallista of Dolomesa, Ypsilí Ierí of the Cypress Sisterhood, Priestess of Colchis, Hellas";}
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#kallista.cpdesc1:before,#kallista .cpdesc1:before{content:"The product of a miner and his habitual use of a brothel girl, Kallista came from a family of a low income and zero status. Such a life was all she knew –the hard toil of a not-uncaring-but-certainly-not-loving miner father, who took her in when she was left at his doorstep. Growing up, Kallista helped to support her father. She desperately sought an affection that never came, from a man too cowardly and sentimental to leave a child out to the elements, yet not so much a father that he could ever come to actually love the child. Desperate to seek his approval, Kallista worked hard within the household, stepping in to perform all of the relevant duties that a now unlikely wife might have provided for the man. Caring for his home, preparing his meals and ensuring that their clothes and bodies remained somewhat clean, Kallista was subservient to him during her childhood.";}
#kallista.cpdesc2:before{content:"At sixteen, however, this subservience was put to the test when an older friend of her father's took interest in her body, which was changing to become more womanly. A drunken night in the living chambers of their home saw her father passed out upon the floor and his friend roused from his sleep as Kallista attempted to clean up around their docile forms. Inebriated and unable to take no for an answer, the man assaulted Kallista whilst her father lay prone and unconscious just a few feet away.";}
#kallista.cpdesc3:before{content:"Her parent's lack of protection cast a new light upon his limited care and consideration over the years, and her lost innocence had Kallista questioning her very life. Leaving home on a search for understanding and acceptance (neither of which she was sure she would find) it was per chance that Kallista was found on the road by a priestess of the Cypress Sisterhood –specifically, Sister Gygaea.";}
#kallista.cpdesc4:before{content:"Gygaea was beautiful, strong and able to command respect and authority despite being unmarried, without children and in no way performing the domestic roles that Kallista had been raised to expect as a woman's place. She was immediately desirous of such a power; held beyond that of a male's determination. Years later and Kallista's exceptional work ethic and devotion to her new home has seen her to becoming the High Priestess of the temple sisterhood, devoted to the arts and messages of Artemis. Despite her youth, Kallista was supported in the taking of her new role by several highly respected priestesses, including Sister Gygaea, and has now successfully held the leading position within the Cypress Sisterhood for three years.";}
#kande.cpname:before{content:"Kande of the Buuchu";}
#kande.cptitle:before{content:"Her Blessedness, Leierseunin Kande of the Buuchu Gesin, Birthed Daughter of Leierseun Zane of the Buuchu Gesin and Kalifa of the Buuchu Gesin, Royal of Bedoa’mt";}
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#kande.cpdesc1:before,#kande .cpdesc1:before{content:"Born of a first family of men, Kande was raised more by the women of the tribe than she was by her family. As the daughter of a beloved healer, Kande’s education and exposure to the world has been at the side of spiritual women and physicians. This, however, has never been Kande’s calling. Her true love lies elsewhere, on blood soaked sands, where her entourage of guardians refuse to let her tread…";}
#kande.cpdesc2:before{content:"Kande has always hated the romantic tale of her parents’ demise. To fall in love so intensely that one life becomes tied to another is perverse, flying in the face of survival instincts. And, in the case of her parents, selfish. To leave behind four children, simply to avoid the grief of living without one’s lover reads, to Kande, more as negligent abuse than fine passion. But she cannot breathe such blasphemy against the beloved prince and his wife. Instead, Kande has been forced to suffer the teachings of poultices, herbs and salves, wearing the unwanted crown of her mother’s heritage.";}
#kande.cpdesc3:before{content:"Interactions with the wounded and dying, however, did eventually lead Kande to understand her true self. Fascinated since her fifteenth year by the way a body operates and processes pain, it has been several summers since Kande has begun to explore her own algolagnia. The way her body processes pain as pleasure is a flaw in her own biology, of which Kande is certain, but she does not judge herself for it. She accepts it, allows it, and - when she feels the urge - explores it as she would any other hunger. She simply keeps it a private affair, unbeknownst to any but herself.";}
#kande.cpdesc4:before{content:"Tied to this masochistic psychology is Kande’s dream to be a huntress. If she does not dislike or fear pain, after all, why should this not make her the finest, most courageous of warriors? Determined to fight and conquer as her brothers do, Kande has begun to learn some of Naserian’s dark means of violence and trains with such discipline that she now outstrips her tutor in lessons with Zuberi. And still she is not permitted on a hunting party. Such limitations on Kande’s ambitions and personal desires will only become more choking when she is wife to some royal tyrant but Chiamaka is determined to see his niece’s future secured through the bonds of matrimony, particularly with one Thulani of the Ubuntu.";}
#kanezaddiuka.cpname:before{content:"Kane Zaddiuka Haiwattama";}
#kanezaddiuka.cptitle:before{content:"His Highness, Tuhkanti Zaddiuka Haiwattama of the Antu' Tahurna, Birthed Son of Tuhkanti Haiwattama Mursiliwadna of the Antu’ Tahurna and Lady Akahepa of Hei Naddar, Royal of Hattusa";}
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#kanezaddiuka.cpdesc1:before,#kanezaddiuka .cpdesc1:before{content:"As second prince of the Tabarna… As a highly competent man with exceptional leadership qualities and a tactical intelligence more than able to handle the twists and turns of politics… Kane Zaddiuka would have every right to expect a shot at the throne. More than every right to believe he might be king. The fact, however, is that he just doesn’t. Already a devoted brother and soldier to the man whom he believes to be the next ruler of the empire, Kane Zaddiuka will simply laugh if anyone offers his name for consideration ahead of his brother Haiti’s. To him, Haiti Suppiliuma is to be king. And he is to be the king’s sword and shield.";}
#kanezaddiuka.cpdesc2:before{content:"Kane Zaddiuka’s devotion to his brother began young but it wasn’t until they were nearly adults that such a love became a deep and respectful fealty. As children, Kane Zaddiuka idolised Haiti Suppiliuma, as most do their older brothers. Haiti was handsome, courageous and charismatic, and Kane Zaddiuka built a heroic frame in his head for the first born heir. They trained together, learned together and went to battle together. They were brothers-in-arms as much as they were brothers in blood. Given they spent so much time in close proximity, it is perhaps surprising that it took Kane Zaddiuka until their teen years to notice his brother’s nervous condition, though maybe less surprising that, to this day, he is the only one (beside’s Haiti’s wife) to know of it. Witnessing his brother’s anxiety and panic attacks, however, did not damage the heroic idol in Kane Zaddiuka’s mind. Contrarily, it bolstered it. As far as Kane Zaddiuka is concerned, any man can be brave when he does not fear. Only the truly courageous feel the terror and continue on as if they don’t. If Kane Zaddiuka had not been truly loyal before, he was from that moment on.";}
#kanezaddiuka.cpdesc3:before{content:"Like many men in his position, Kane Zaddiuka’s marriage was arranged. Sharlato of the Zuziya Anti’ was deemed a respectable choice and, as she possessed royal blood down an extended branch of the family, she was eligible as a royal wife. As far as Kane Zaddiuka was concerned, she was beautiful, so he was content. On his part, no great thought went into the union. It wasn’t until after they were wed that Kane Zaddiuka realised the significance, pressure and work of a marriage, and he quickly became thankful that he’d been given Sharlato over anyone else. She was patient with him. She guided him through the first few years of their marriage, helping him through his clumsy attempts at being a spouse, and educated him in what it meant to make love to a woman, not simply bed them. She turned his estate –which, as a soldier, he spent little time in– into a home he actually wanted to return to. And she gave him children. Kane Zaddiuka had no idea his life had been so incomplete until Ammalis was born. As her sisters followed, it was as if Kane Zaddiuka’s life had grown to twice its size, his love and his time divided equally between his world as a prince and soldier, and being a father. With a naturally big heart and warm character, fatherhood was one of the few new experiences since his marriage that Sharlato had no need to help him with. In fact, as more daughters were born, it became Kane Zaddiuka reassuring his wife that she had not failed him by producing no heir. More daughters meant more happiness.";}
#kanezaddiuka.cpdesc4:before{content:"Although Kane Zaddiuka intends to see his brother on the throne, men in his position are worldly enough to see reality. Illnesses can be fatal, battlefields are deadly and politics can turn poisonous. There are a thousand and one ways that men in line for the throne can be lost, taken or otherwise rendered unacceptable. It is for this reason that every male royal, regardless of their chances for the crown themselves, feels pressure to provide an heir. And though Kane Zaddiuka would never be disappointed in one of his daughters, this did not erase his hopes for a son eventually. Whether from his wife or his concubines. Of the forty or so women that Kane Zaddiuka visits in his seraglio, two have produced him children. One, birthed a son. Though illegitimate, Hanbe Tudiya is at least something to stand against a lost legacy. And, though his wife is unlikely to produce more children now, Kane Zaddiuka hopes to see Hanbe eventually stand beside a brother or two.";}
#kanezaddiuka.cpdesc5:before{content:"By this stage in their marriage, Kane Zaddiuka and Sharlato are an equal and united couple. Although they did not initially marry for affection, the respect and the warmth of a genuinely happy home have grown a more organic and richer love than most could hope for. The lack of a legitimate son has become a past trial of their marriage’s history, one not allowed to affect their present, and they instead turn to a vibrant future with their girls. The only two threats to such an aspiration are the constantly circling vultures of politics, and Kizzu. Once a favourite concubine of Kane Zaddiuka’s and mother of one of his daughters, Kizzu has of late been overshadowed by other women in the seraglio and by Sharlato herself. And she doesn't like it. In the last few moons she has begun to make plans of luring Kane Zaddiuka back to her side. It remains to be seen whether she will be successful in luring him back to her side, and her bed.";}
#karmel.cpname:before{content:"Karmel of Tirzah";}
#karmel.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Karmel of Tirzah, Birthed Daughter of Gabriel of Gurion and Tirzah of Sarah, Courtier of Phoenicia";}
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#karmel.cpdesc1:before,#karmel .cpdesc1:before{content:"Anointed with a male given name, Karmel was originally set to be a boy and heir to the Azari family. Despite assurances from physicians and the intuition of her own mother, Karmel was born female to the surprise of all present. Born to a mother of wild spirit and tradition-baulking temptations, Karmel was given the name decided prior to her birth nonetheless and she has never felt insecure for it. Karmel is a name she holds with pride for it was chosen by her late mother.";}
#karmel.cpdesc2:before{content:"Only four years old when her mother died, Karmel has few and blurry images of Tirzah. Her fragrance, her eyes... little more than snapshots of memory. But she longs for the stories her father tells: of a defiant and courageous woman who worked in the hospital tents of the southern warlands. Karmel has taken these stories to heart and is a natural hard worker. When she is not cleaning, sewing or supporting the slaves in her family home, Karmel is at Hanna Habeyt, where her privilege as the Mahnheeg's granddaughter allows her to sit quietly in the back of classrooms where she learns and marvels.";}
#karmel.cpdesc3:before{content:"At home, Karmel is a bold and brash young woman who constantly wears her head scarves incorrectly (or not at all) and defies every limitation upon her gender. In public, she is only slightly more restrained, fearing that her behaviour will cast aspersions against her family. It is hard, however, to break such an untamed spirit and Karmel is regularly putting a foot wrong, offending the wrong people and making a spectacle of herself. Including in her determination to take classes at the Hanna Habeyt.";}
#karmel.cpdesc4:before{content:"Though she is occasionally kicked out of the more intimate anatomy lessons, Karmel learns what she can from the physicians at the hospital, and volunteers her time cleaning the linens and patient clothing. It is her dream to become a physician, a true doctor tending to all kinds of patients. But she also knows that such a dream is impossible in her land. Whilst Israel holds the school with the greatest teachers in healing, it is in other worlds that Karmel would find the freedom to actually put those lessons into practice. Then again, courage amongst one's own is easy. Could Karmel be brave and reckless enough to risk the disapproval of her over protective father and leave her family for an adventure as grand as this?";}
#karnezk.cpname:before{content:"Karnezk an'Balthasar";}
#karnezk.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Karnezk of Balthasar Bêlu, Birthed Heir of Babakan of Sidon and Lady Roshanak of Ashina Bêlu, Courtier of Babylonia";}
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#karnezk.cpdesc1:before,#karnezk .cpdesc1:before{content:"Karnezk has no knowledge of the circumstances of his own conception. Who in this world does? But his is perhaps more unorthodox than most, for he is not his father's son. He is his father's nephew; and his uncle is not his uncle, but his sire. One night between Karnezk's mother and her brother-in-law produced Karnezk for Babakan to claim. A son for him to take as his own and to be the heir of their House. In the practicalities of the household, of course, this matters little to how Karnezk has been raised. He lives with both his father and uncle, whichever way around they are. The same for his siblings and cousins. The only difference the truth might make to his world is in his position as heir to the House, which is a position he hardly wants for himself anyway.";}
#karnezk.cpdesc2:before{content:"As an infant, Karnezk grew up coddled. He was beloved. He was admired. He was given a big head and a fat ego. By his teen years, Karnezk believed he could walk on water. The only people in the world worthy enough to look down upon him were his parents (who never did) and his sisters (who only ever did so in jest). One fateful night, however, changed Karnezk. It took his world view, without mercy, and turned it into a complete one-eighty.";}
#karnezk.cpdesc3:before{content:"Always popular with women, Karnezk had set his sights on a pretty young thing. He wooed her, he courted her. He viewed her lack of interest as a romantic game, a jest of young lovers... an entreaty to try harder. So he did. Working to win her over, Karnezk eventually believed he had conquered her aversion, drawing her against him and kissing her in a moment of passion. Matters escalated, clothing was removed, their moment of romance almost taken to full intercourse. Karnezk's sheer arrogance blinded him to the fact that this passion was one-sided. Not until the girl was crying, fighting him off, did he realise what he was doing. She slapped him. She bit him. She screamed that he was a monster. She ran. Karnezk was left blinking, as if a veil had been lifted for the first time. A veil that would never be able to be put back.";}
#karnezk.cpdesc4:before{content:"The encounter changed Karnezk. It forced him to reassess his life, and to question whether the devotion, the money, the awe he had been given growing up was deserved. It made him question if he was even a good human being. For the last two years, he has worked to improve himself, adjusting to this new self-view. He has reapplied himself to his studies, he has sought to learn more from his father. Regrets from that night have pushed him more than anything to become a better man, and a better person.";}
#karnezk.cpdesc5:before{content:"Only, this has come with its own challenges. With a new Karnezk comes a new determination; opinions that are his own and not inherited. When such opinions butt heads with his father's, Karnezk struggles to swallow the ensuing conflict. Of course, why wouldn't he? He has never been at odds with someone before. He has always gone with the flow or been given the reins. After each argument with Babakan, Karnezk naturally seeks comfort from those he trusts and respects. He is drawn to people in his life who he can speak with and learn from, and his uncle is quick to fill the void, always there for him. This support from Hormizd has never been more necessary than now. Still developing who he is, still reeling with the guilt of the egotist he once was, now unsure with every argument whether he's the right person to be the Balthasar heir… Karnezk needs his uncle to be there for him, to remind him of exactly who he is.";}
#katriel.cpname:before{content:"Katriel of Abir";}
#katriel.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Katriel of Abir, Courtier of Phoenicia";}
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#katriel.cpdesc1:before,#katriel .cpdesc1:before{content:"Katriel of Henni grew up used to the finer things in life. That is until her father passed away when she was six. For several years, Katriel's mother was able to eke out their savings, maintaining a life of comfort and a vibrant household of luxurious goods. By the time Katriel was fifteen, however, the well had run dry and without income to replace their lost fortune, Katriel and her mother were left destitute. With a burning refusal to accept misfortune, Katriel set to work. She learned to sew and mended their finer silks, rather than sell them for more affordable clothing. She took on accounting work under a pseudonym to support a mother who continued to pretend that they had coin to spare. She made friends in convenient places, from walks of life high and low. In every way she could, Katriel built the illusion of a rich life whilst praying for a real and tangible escape from poverty. That escape came in the form of Abir of Simeon.";}
#katriel.cpdesc2:before{content:"Abir was well-known upon the streets of Jerusalem. Son of the Mahnheeg, leader of the City Protectors and a tall, handsome figure to boot, he was the cornerstone of every young woman's fantasy. The unmarried ladies of Jerusalem swooned when Abir and his men marched orderly amongst the peerage and yet there was little gossip to follow in their wake. Abir was not a man to avail himself of obvious offers of female company. He was devout and a gentleman, with a sense of honour a mile wide. This, Katriel could use. Mapping the City Protectors routes throughout her area and how often Abir was amongst them, Katriel staged an elaborate encounter. Utilising her connections on the streets, she orchestrated a small but violent tussle. By the time the Protectors arrived, Abir at their head, Katriel was feigning an injured ankle and a traumatised expression. The act of a damsel and a pretty smile was all that was necessary to keep Abir within Katriel's orbit and - soon - her bed. Knowing Abir's honourable nature, one night was all it took to secure Katriel's future. Claiming to be pregnant with his child ensured that Katriel was quickly married into the wealthiest family in the city. Her life was one of value again, her world glorious.";}
#katriel.cpdesc3:before{content:"Whether a baby came in due course after the wedding was not important to Katriel. With Abir wrapped around her finger, and the marital vows already spoken, she could simply plead that she lost the child if one did not arrive. Luckily, one did. Unfortunately Livana was born almost ten months after she and Abir were married. Vows that the baby girl was late to the world were enough to reassure her husband but Katriel must also deal with the wiser, more distrusting gazes of his mother and sister. Plastering a smile on her lips in the face of such open distaste, Katriel works to make use of herself as Abir's loving wife, without forming a rift or forcing him to choose between her or his blood.";}
#katriel.cpdesc4:before{content:"To protect against such a future, Katriel is the finest of wives. Whilst always demanding the latest in luxury for herself, Katriel manages the household finances with anal precision. Everything must be in budget, even if that budget is inflated to accommodate her finer tastes. She also works incredibly hard to facilitate at least a workable relationship with her in-laws. Not to mention treating her husband incredibly well in the bedroom. For all intents and purposes, Katriel is an efficient and reliable wife who behaves well in public and satisfies in private. Her life in the circles of the wealthy is now secure.";}
#katriel.cpdesc5:before{content:"The only fly in the ointment of Katriel's world is her daughter. Whilst she loves Livana dearly, the shy little thing is a constant source of frustration for Katriel. Particularly when Livana’s nervousness embarrasses her at social functions. As she constantly pushes Livana to be better, Katriel now turns her hopes to conceiving a second child - one that will be of better use to herself and further cement her husband's affections. For, whilst they are explosively successful in their marital relations, Katriel senses a distance between her and her husband. An unspoken disjointment that she has no idea how to fix. The fact that such a gap may be the result of her own dishonesty, or their lack of moral compatibility, has yet to dawn on Katriel...";}
#kavirmursili.cpname:before{content:"Kavir Mursili Haiwattama";}
#kavirmursili.cptitle:before{content:"His Highness, Tuhkanti Mursili Haiwattama of the Antu' Tahurna, Birthed Son of Tuhkanti Haiwattama Mursiliwadna of the Antu’ Tahurna and Lady Akahepa of Hei Naddar, Royal of Hattusa";}
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#kavirmursili.cpdesc1:before,#kavirmursili .cpdesc1:before{content:"Born to three older brothers of strength and talent, Kavir Mursili has had little incentive to work hard. To compound the problem is the unconditional love and support he receives from his family. Though his brothers and father will occasionally taunt or tease him for his lack of application, Kavir knows he is adored by his nearest and dearest, regardless of his successes (or lack thereof).";}
#kavirmursili.cpdesc2:before{content:"Part of the reason Kavir Mursili is so loved by his family, aside from filial affection, is his genuinely likeable nature. Bright, charming and sweetly funny, Kavir Mursili wins over everyone he meets. Be they ladies falling at his feet or men of power wooed against their firmer natures by an impish smile and moral integrity.";}
#kavirmursili.cpdesc3:before{content:"Despite his lackadaisical approach to life, Kavir Mursili does believe in the ethics of hard work. He understands that great achievements only follow great effort. He admires and credits those around him for their sturdy and dependable natures. But he also has a great understanding of his position of privilege. It's unfair, it's unbalanced, but Kavir Mursili was born to royalty, behind those more capable of the responsibilities that entails. Which means he is in the enviable position of being able to live a hedonistic and selfish lifestyle, even as he applauds the men who make such a living possible. Technically, Kavir carries out basic duties for the maritime guild of Hattusa but such duties are completed to only a basic level or often late, as he dedicates more of his time and interest to leisurely pursuits.";}
#kavirmursili.cpdesc4:before{content:"Kavir Mursili has great respect and love for his older brothers and is particularly close to, and protective of, his sister Faetma. He likes to indulge in wine and opiates. He runs recklessly with his friends Murat Nasiya and Mahepta Eryi whenever they are in town. He surrounds himself with sycophants and yes-men. But, at his core, Kavir is surprisingly lonely.";}
#kavirmursili.cpdesc5:before{content:"It is into this loneliness that Hatili Mursiliwadna tapped. Though technically Kavir's step-grandmother by marriage, Hatili is young for her role as Tawananna, a stunning woman and highly seductive to a young male who has not yet explored the female form. In recent months, Hatili has seduced Kavir into her estate and into her bed, where she’s taken his chastity and made him a man. Now, Kavir Mursili explores this new-found skill with his own small collective of concubines, or in the brothels of the capital. But each and every one of these women looks to him for direction, awaiting the prince's orders. And Kavir Mursili, still relatively inexperienced, finds himself returning to Hatili over and again, seeking the experienced hand of a confident woman with a puppy-like devotion and ignorant of any larger political game she might be playing.";}
#kecia.cpname:before{content:"Kecia of the Mekaki";}
#kecia.cptitle:before{content:"Her Blessedness, Leierseunin Kecia of the Mekaki Gesin, Birthed Daughter of Leierseun Mejdan of the Mekaki Gesin and Safara of the Mekaki Gesin, Royal of Bedoa’mt";}
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#kecia.cpdesc1:before,#kecia .cpdesc1:before{content:"A classical youngest daughter, Kecia is mothered by Safara but considered a bit of an exuberant nuisance by her father. As such, her behaviour is a little off-kilter, offering enthusiastic and genuine friendliness at times and outright temper tantrums at others. Kecia thinks her brother is everything an heir to leiership should be and views her sister as both skilled and content. Kecia, therefore, sees herself as the only one of the siblings with issues or momentary unhappiness, leading to a world view in which everything is " unfair ".";}
#kecia.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a baby, Kecia was highly doted on. She was born a squawling and loud baby, demanding much attention from her mother and securing a tight bond with Safara. Little has changed as she's grown. Kecia enjoys attention from all areas, including the flirty glances of warriors or wandering tradesmen. Whilst she has never allowed male appreciation to venture beyond a flattering word, Kecia is eager for the day when she will secure the finest of husbands for herself. She also has little idea of the danger she skirts whenever she encourages males beyond reason, only to turn her back the moment her attention drifts elsewhere. Sheltered by her doting mother and growing under a brother who is far from violent, Kecia has little idea of what men can do to the fairer sex if they willed it.";}
#kecia.cpdesc3:before{content:"A skilled avoider of her lessons and duties as a princess, Kecia's major upset in life at the moment is her sister-in-law Naatanii. Not because she dislikes the woman per se but because she loathes any individual who demands more attention than herself. And Naatanii is most certainly an attention seeker. Ironically, Kecia cannot see these same nuisance characteristics in herself.";}
#kecia.cpdesc4:before{content:"Generally considered to be flighty, flakey, argumentative and childish, Kecia's only hint of maturity comes in the form of the family dogs. For she has adopted three puppies and cares for them with great effort and dedication. Should others see Kecia in her element with the animals, they might realise the potential she has for growth and leadership. Instead, she is the irritating princess around whom everyone must grit their teeth and divert their gaze for fear of offending her into a state of hormonal tempest.";}
#keikelius.cpname:before{content:"Keikelius of Stravos";}
#keikelius.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Master Keikelius of Dynasteía Stravos, Senator of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#keikelius.cpdesc1:before,#keikelius .cpdesc1:before{content:"Keikelius of Stravos was destined for greatness. Ever since his birth, as the only son and heir to his power-grasping father, that sentiment has been treated as a fact, not a mere hope. Despite the absence of a noble title or distinct name, Keikelius's birth family was one of exceptional riches. Unlike the royal houses of old, their money came not from land or inherited wealth but a series of successful economic ventures. Residents of a coastal province, Keikelius's great-grandparents established a seafaring trading business and worked hard to see it come to fruition. Strenuous effort, a little risk, and a lot of luck brought his predecessors into the path of royal lines such as the Leventi, Condos and Drakos. Not to mention houses of Roma, Hattusa and the African continent. Soon, they had a fleet of ships spanning the Aegean Sea and connecting the Mediterranean world from shore to shore.";}
#keikelius.cpdesc2:before{content:"Their income rose with their influence and, by the time Keikelius was born, just a few generations later, the wealth of his forebears was more than most other nobles and still greater than several Athenian royal houses. All they lacked was a title. Upon Keikelius' marriage to Circenia and Circenia’s birthing of their first child; one of royal blood into their line, the family of Stravos was elevated to the status of royalty and given lands over which to rule – including Keikelius's birthplace of Lyncestia.";}
#keikelius.cpdesc3:before{content:"Treasuries sustained by industry are fragile. The loss of ships, the end of a prosperous contract, the diminishment of trade... The winds of change bring with them whispers of potential disaster. And new Houses do not have the eons of accumulated lands to see them through harsh economies. Keikelius has been raised with this danger in mind. Trained by the finest and most calculating minds in the industry, learning at the hand of his father and grandfather before him, Keikelius possesses a tyrannical mentality over his business and his money. Shrewd and calculating, he is widely recognised for having no respect or care for those who work under him, nor the clients he works with –but only behind their backs. They are all means to his own wealthy ends. For that, Keikelius embodies the secret to industrial success: a ruthless loyalty to the bottom line.";}
#keikelius.cpdesc4:before{content:"Luckily, the Stravos line being considered a royal house now ensures them a level of security. Their exposure and influence is so vast that periods of slower trade can be weathered with greater ease. But the core of Keikelius has already been moulded. And he looks to the future of his children –particularly the crown awaiting his son– with the same hungry eye that awarded him his House and his wife.";}
#khannah.cpname:before{content:"Khannah al'Yal'ira";}
#khannah.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Khannah of Bêl' Ya’lira, Birthed Daughter of Lord Morath of Bêl' Ya’lira and Lila of Haran, Courtier of Assyria";}
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#khannah.cpdesc1:before,#khannah .cpdesc1:before{content:"Khannah’s life, when viewed with complete honesty, is almost ironic. Like her sister Anathra, Khannah is hugely respected for her chastity, spiritual wisdom and devotion to the temples. Yet, she is always second. Anathra is the purest of the pure, the shining example. Khannah is the highly respectable second place. The quiet runner-up in the corner. This is mostly due to her appearance; she has a far less impactful beauty than her sister, and her shy character which keeps her silent in most social circles. Khannah is Anathra’s slightly less graceful shadow and yearns with all she has to be seen as her sister’s equal. The fact that, in reality, she far surpasses Anathra in behaviours deemed appropriate for women is one to which Khannah is unfortunately ignorant.";}
#khannah.cpdesc2:before{content:"Whilst Anathra continues a secret life of fine living and sexual gratification Khannah is all that her sister pretends to be. She is devout, well-read in scripture, a skilled linguist and a practising priestess. She loves the Gods more than she could love a mortal man and she spends both her waking and sleeping hours in their service. She honours her family’s legacy with all that she has and she adores her quiet, penitent life within the walls of the temples. She honours her responsible elder brother, and she cares for her sociable younger one. All while she idolises her perfect, perfect sister. In Khannah's eyes, she is the broken piece of the Ya’lira dynasty and yet, in reality, she is the only one upholding it.";}
#khannah.cpdesc3:before{content:"Such low self esteem and nervousness is only made worse by a lisping speech impediment. Khannah is quiet in most social circumstances not because she has nothing to say or because she thinks her contribution inconsequential, but because she fears how it will sound, tripping over her tongue and muddling her Rs and Ws. How can she, already there runner up in her family’s contest of purity and privilege, risk insulting them still further with her awkward stumbling over broken words?";}
#kikkurupursili.cpname:before{content:"Kikkuru Pursili Haiwattama";}
#kikkurupursili.cptitle:before{content:"His Highness, Tuhkanti Pursili Haiwattama of the Antu' Tahurna, Claimed Son of Tuhkanti Haiwattama Mursiliwadna of the Antu’ Tahurna and a Concubine of the Seraglio, Royal of Hattusa";}
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#kikkurupursili.cpdesc1:before,#kikkurupursili .cpdesc1:before{content:"Where his sister is shy, Kikkuru Pursili is distinctively not. Open, friendly and genuinely likeable, this prince of the realm has a quick smile, easy laugh and a way of putting everyone around him at ease. Naturally witty, with a quirky sense of humour and penchant for practical jokes, Kikkuru Pursili seems to have an open friendship with almost everyone he meets.";}
#kikkurupursili.cpdesc2:before{content:"Yet, still, he is no legitimate prince. Born to the king's favourite concubine, Kikkuru is treated like a welcome but decidedly half brother by his siblings. The brothers he has followed into military service leave deep and heavy footprints in which to walk and, in his weaker moments, Kikkuru Pursili feels this deeply. Though he has become a skilled archer and fighter in his own right, measuring up to the current Gal Meshedi and future king is an impossible task. In some ways, Kikkuru's innate comedy and sunny disposition are tools with which to hide his insecurities.";}
#kikkurupursili.cpdesc3:before{content:"The saving grace to Kikkuru Pursili's self esteem is his more immediate family. With a loving, homey mother and a sister more interested in her inventions and worship than the diverting games of the Court, Kikkuru Pursili does at least possess this one thing that is his and his alone: the peaceful domesticity of his loved ones.";}
#kikkurupursili.cpdesc4:before{content:"Which is, perhaps, why Kikkuru looks less than favourable upon his half-brother Hekem Siripudu. As a grown prince of the realm, Kikkuru has his own manor in the capital where he must return every night. The few concubines in his seraglio are welcoming and he enjoys their company but it is not truly like home there. Instead, Kikkuru Pursili spends much of his day time (when not at training or seeing to his occupational duties) in the royal seraglio, visiting with his mother and sister. And he has been perturbed to learn that, recently, Hekem Siripudu has also been stopping by on the regular. Just what could the man want with his mother? Or his sister? Suspecting political games afoot and wanting none of it to entrap his nearest and dearest, Kikkuru Pursili has made it his mission to spy upon his half-brother and determine exactly what it is that Hekem Siripudu is after... And has (perhaps foolishly) enlisted his best friend and cousin Murat Nasiya as his detective-in-arms.";}
#kissan.cpname:before{content:"Kissan H'Haikaddad";}
#kissan.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Kissan of Hei Haikaddad, Birthed Heir of Lord Narutt of Hei Haikaddad and Leierseunin Na’meeah of the Somalu, Courtier of K’m’t";}
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#kissan.cpdesc1:before,#kissan .cpdesc1:before{content:"A son who has never known his father and a brother to sisters who were not old enough to teach and support him, Kissan grew up particularly close to his mother. The pair are often found together, talking over current politics, lessons or the culture of the Bedoa'mt tribes to which his mother was born. Whilst he loves his sisters dearly, Kissan resents their habit of playing second and third parent now that they are of age. Despite being the youngest in the family, Kissan seeks to be seen as equally grown.";}
#kissan.cpdesc2:before{content:"Naturally athletic, funny and awkwardly charming, Kissan is easy to befriend and hard to dislike. He is a good listener, an avid engager in conversation and, thanks to his mother, knows the ways of the Court better than most young men his age. He is also fluent in the languages of the Bedoans.";}
#kissan.cpdesc3:before{content:"In recent months, upon the return of his uncle from war campaigns in the south, Kissan is turning his attachment towards the only other man in the house, seeking to learn what it means to be a male of worth in the K'm't culture. Ironically, Kissan is perhaps more worthy in the eyes of the fairer sex than most of his gender. Growing up in a female-majority household has taught Kissan respect and grace as well as a gentleness towards women. Whilst this has him lusted after by many a woman in Court, it does not engender him to his male peers, whom Kissan fears see him as soft or cowardly. It is Kissan's ambition to correct this perceived slight and enlist in the militia.";}
#kissan.cpdesc4:before{content:"For the last two months, Kissan has worked to convince his uncle Narmer to allow him to join his regiment, or a unit under Sirdar Moghadam as his uncle served in before him. Thus far, Narmer has been capitulating to Kissan's mother's wishes and keeping him far from military training. But Kissan will not be dissuaded. He is working hard to train alone, befriending those in Court who have military training and working to hone his defensive skills so that his uncle and mother might feel safer allowing the sole heir of Haikaddad to go to battle. Little does he know that Narmer is beginning to ponder an agreement: Kissan can go to war, just as soon as he marries and produces a son of his own.";}
#kizzu.cpname:before{content:"Kizzu of Carchemish";}
#kizzu.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Hāssas Kizzu of Carchemish, Concubine of Zaddiuka Haiwattama, Courtier of Hattusa";}
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#kizzu.cpdesc1:before,#kizzu .cpdesc1:before{content:"Born to nothing and no-one, Kizzu has fought for everything in her life. Everything. She has scraped and clawed and secured her world by teeth and by grit. Such tenacity is her strongest attribute and her most proud achievement, leading to an arrogant confidence that is at once off-putting to other women and sexually alluring to men. She is a skilled seductress, willing lover and all-round manipulative bitch. But, so long as her desires remain fulfilled and her life is good, her claws will remain hidden and her charms in place...";}
#kizzu.cpdesc2:before{content:"Growing up in Carchemish thirty-years ago, was a challenge for all who lived there. A fortress city in the Hittite-Assyria borderlands, Carchemish has changed hands and rule on numerous occasions. Barely a few years would pass at any one time before assaults and sieges were waged and the people were taken under the rule of a different empire... again. Currencies changed, official languages switched and social adaptation was a constant way of life. Kizzu was worse-off still. Born to an unknown woman and an even more absent father, Kizzu's first memories were of the streets of Carchemish; starving and cold. All she knows of her parents is that one, at least, must have been beautiful. Another foreign. As she aged from girlhood into womanhood, the reactions of others began to change. For Kizzu was an exotic, stunning beauty.";}
#kizzu.cpdesc3:before{content:"This drew the eye of a powerful merchant in the city: Karikuru. Older than Kizzu by at least twenty years, his desire for the pretty fifteen-year-old was Kizzu's first opportunity to exploit. For growing up on the streets might not have given Kizzu a formal education but it had certainly trained her in the ways of men and the means of manipulation –the means of survival. Even at fifteen, weak with hunger and tempted by a life of luxury as Karikuru's wife, Kizzu kept her wits about her. Karikuru was not the ultimate partner. He was not the highest of society. She could do better. She would do better. But Karikuru could help get her there. With some careful negotiation, Kizzu had Karikuru wrapped around her little finger and agreed to a bizarre arrangement: she would grace his bed and perform the role of wife to him. But, instead of marriage, he would formally adopt her as his daughter. He would give her the education and training he might have for his own offspring and allow her to grace the Court and upper circles of society. In public, she was his daughter. In private, his lover. This arrangement left Kizzu open to new possibilities. Men of all kinds of power and riches were lured in by her charm and beauty, and the reputation that came with being seen as Karikuru’s daughter. She became the talk of a Court she was not yet a formal member of. Eventually, her proximity to the court gave her the chance to catch sight of her final goal, of the man she truly wanted.";}
#kizzu.cpdesc4:before{content:"Prince Zaddiuka was attractive and heroic. He was polite to Kizzu and did not actively pursue her presence in his bed. Genuine kindness evoked a new reaction in Kizzu. Although men had always been tools, pawns for her own gain, Zaddiuka was a true person –and Kizzu found herself falling for him. Of course, when one grows up seeing the world as those who possess and those who are possessed, such love could never be pure. In Kizzu, the genuine affection she felt for the prince became twisted in a painful desire to monopolise. Much effort and seduction on her part eventually installed her as a concubine in Zaddiuka's harem but the prince was already married. So, advancement beyond his concubine was impossible. For many years now, Kizzu has accepted this fact, believing that she can be content so long as she claims Zaddiuka's premier favour. She does not need the crown of a princess, just the heart of the man she desires above all others. In the process of securing that heart, Kizzu has produced Zaddiuka a daughter, who she cares little for unless she can be used as an excuse to draw the prince closer.";}
#kizzu.cpdesc5:before{content:"Despite holding his attention for almost a decade, in recent years, Zaddiuka has begun to drift from Kizzu's clutches. He spends more time in the beds of other concubines –in the bed of his wife!– and with his children. Although others might see such behaviour as chivalrous, as that of a good father, to Kizzu this division of affection is nothing short of the ultimate betrayal. Zaddiuka is hers. And if she must commit egregious acts to have him stare only at her once more, so be it. After all, there is nothing an urchin from the streets won't do when it comes to stealing what she needs to survive...";}
#kleitos.cpname:before{content:"Kleitos of Vasiliádon";}
#kleitos.cptitle:before{content:"Kleitos of Vasiliádon, Merchant of Colchis, Hellas";}
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#kleitos.cpdesc1:before,#kleitos .cpdesc1:before{content:"Kleitos is a man of a nefarious reputation. A soldier-slash-mercenary for most of his life, he has a penchant for violence and a ruthless streak that could shock even the most hardened of men. He was born in Taengea to a family of little to no standing, and as such his prospects weren’t exactly bright –not that this particularly perturbed Kleitos, for even in boyhood he seemed to gravitate towards criminal activities. He would brawl in the streets of Vasiliádon, thieve from neighbours and kin, and held little regard for people or their property in general.";}
#kleitos.cpdesc2:before{content:"His military career merely enhanced these traits, nurturing them so that he became a skilled fighter and tactile in his approach to things. Kleitos is a man who has always been selfish in nature. His top priority: himself. If he saw something he wanted he merely took it, and an example of this would be when it came to gaining a wife. Eulalia was a girl of exceeding beauty and gentleness, and Kleitos didn’t think twice when it came to claiming her, nor did he think about discarding her afterwards –he was always good at that. What he didn’t fathom was encountering Eulalia a few months later with a swollen stomach and her father threatening to inform the authorities if he didn’t marry her. Kleitos ultimately relented.";}
#kleitos.cpdesc3:before{content:"The birth of a daughter, Eirini, was somewhat disappointing yet it mattered little really, for he seldom spent any time at home and when his wife became sick, he all but abandoned his family to seek out his own fortunes. He did send some money to his daughter every now and again when he had a passing thought of her, until one day it slipped his mind and failed to return. In the years that he has been away from Taengea, Kleitos has travelled extensively, but it was in Colchis that he started making a real name for himself. Purchasing a brothel, Kleitos grew that small business into something far greater, amassing a small fortune in the process. Happily for Kleitos, it was not solely in the entertainment business that he flourished; racketeering and blackmail became synonymous with his name, as did the band of thugs that roamed the streets of Midas, carrying out their boss’ command. He ran this racket for over twenty years, but with his age only increasing, Kleitos decided to return to Taengea a little over a year ago, establishing a similar set up in the city of his birth. The driving force behind this decision was his own hubris in wanting to establish and exude some political influence through something legitimate; the knowledge that his daughter has married into the Leventi family is a connection he is also eager to exploit.";}
#kleitos.cpdesc4:before{content:"Overall, Kleitos is an overly ambitious, ruthless and calculating man who has started to gain a reputation in Taengea similar to the one he had in Colchis. He is known as a man who can get you anything or anyone you want (for a hefty price of course) and because of this he has already established some powerful connections, all-the-while consigning their sordid little secrets to memory, ready to exploit to his own advantage. His thugs roam the streets, exploiting and extorting for personal gain and there is very little that goes on that Kleitos isn’t aware of. He has yet to seek his daughter out, but will almost certainly do so soon all in order to further his agenda. His end goals remain to be seen, but Kleitos isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty to do what needs to be done to get there.";}
#konstanos.cpname:before{content:"Konstanos of Leventi";}
#konstanos.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Varónos Konstanos of Dynasteía Leventi, Birthed Son of Lord Seraphim of Dynasteía Leventi and Lady Polina of Dynasteía Leventi, Senator of Taengea, Hellas";}
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#konstanos.cpdesc1:before,#konstanos .cpdesc1:before{content:"The youngest of three brothers forged in the heat of an overbearing and austere father, Konstanos has a close tie with his siblings but is not blind to their faults. Often at odds with his eldest brother and, at other times, trying to light a fire beneath Georgios, Konstanos's self-image is one of custodian and caretaker to the family. Whether this position of guardian be true or not is of some debate between the brothers.";}
#konstanos.cpdesc2:before{content:"Growing up behind his older siblings, Konstanos was mostly ignored by his sire. Close with his mother and desperate for paternal attention, Konstanos has failed to notice his own good fortune in Seraphim's neglect. Rather, he sees the attention bestowed on Fotios overall as a blessing rather than the curse that it was. Still, Konstanos was not blind enough to ignore the most violent moments of Seraphim's temper, nor the bruises that followed. For all his jealousy over Fotios' spotlight, Konstanos was equally thankful at times that his elder brother was the one to draw focus, particularly when Fotios did it deliberately to cover for his younger siblings. Envy aside, therefore, Konstanos feels a strong bond with both of his siblings. Even as his lack of paternal care has created a chip on his shoulder large enough to fuel his naked ambitions.";}
#konstanos.cpdesc3:before{content:"As part of his efforts to appease his sire, Konstanos studied hard. Although he did not possess the hyper intelligence of the family heir, he possessed a dogged refusal to quit. Hours were spent with tutors, pouring over scrolls and practising language. To this end, Konstanos has taken twice the time and twice the effort to arrive on a similar worldly footing as his brother Fotios. To add to this, Konstanos is cunning. Not particularly physical, Konstanos is more likely to poison a man than to see him run through, but the murder itself is not beyond Konstanos' moral boundaries. There are moments, however, of sheer and true compassion in Konstanos which suggest that his capacity for cruelty is not an innate trait of character, but a learned behaviour from his youth. It was only after witnessing such a moment of caring that Lady Ava agreed to marry Konstanos, years after Konstanos admitted his one-sided and diligent love for her.";}
#konstanos.cpdesc4:before{content:"Like Fotios, Konstanos seeks the elevation of the Leventi name, both for future generations and his current wife and children. His vision differs from his brother's, however, in its immediacy. Whilst Fotios looks to the future, decades from today, Konstanos cares more for the kin they already possess. In particular, Konstanos is concerned for his son being the only heir to the Leventi title. Recently, arguments have broken out between brothers as Konstanos questions Fotios' refusal to find new ways of siring an heir. Konstanos loves and is faithful to his wife; a woman now reaching an age where new children are unlikely. But rumours abound that Fotios regularly sleeps beyond the confines of his home. If such adultery is being used (as Konstanos suspects) for political and economic gain, why then is Fotios not making more of an effort to father a son and claim him into the Leventi line? Whenever the question is raised, however, Fotios is enigmatic and evasive. His persistent refusal to treat his baby brother as an equal adult is beginning to set that chip on Konstanos' shoulder alight. And the flame is only fanned by his wife, for Ava has never liked her eldest brother-in-law and will gladly do all she can to keep her husband and son beyond Fotios' reach.";}
#konstantinos.cpname:before{content:"Konstantinos of Leventi";}
#konstantinos.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Konstantinos of Dynasteía Leventi, Birthed Son of Lord Konstanos of Dynasteía Leventi and Lady Ava of Dynasteía Leventi, Courtier of Taengea, Hellas";}
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#konstantinos.cpdesc1:before,#konstantinos .cpdesc1:before{content:"The House of Leventi is the richest in all of Hellas. It has a long blood-line, a fearsome reputation, and incredible wealth. And yet, there is a curse... For the current generation, the production of male heirs appears to be an insurmountable challenge. Nine years and only one boy. One heir. And that heir is Konstantinos.";}
#konstantinos.cpdesc2:before{content:"Born to a father who wishes for nothing more than to please his brother –the head of the House– and a mother who greatly distrusts that same man, Konstantinos has been taught two opposing views and has yet to grow old enough to distinguish between the two. This creates an element of mystique and confusion around the Leventi estate in the capital and its occupants. Still a young boy, Konstantinos is curious by nature and wonders at the true nature of his uncle and cousins, whom he visits only rarely.";}
#konstantinos.cpdesc3:before{content:"Yet now, as he becomes old enough to be considered an adult in his own right, Uncle Fotios has written to Konstantinos directly. Come to the capital, he requests, and you shall begin your tutorship as heir to the Leventi empire. Just how is Konstantinos, a moral young man who seeks only peace and compassion amongst his family, to navigate this new path in life?";}
#krateros.cpname:before{content:"Krateros of Vasiliádon";}
#krateros.cptitle:before{content:"Krateros of Vasiliádon, Militant of Taengea, Hellas";}
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#krateros.cpdesc1:before,#krateros .cpdesc1:before{content:"As current leader of The Order of Vasiliádon, Krateros has had quite the shoes to fill. Though the line of succession doesn’t necessarily run in families, Krateros took the mantle from his grandfather thirty years ago. His own father hadn’t been in the Order. Instead he’d been a blacksmith and taught Krateros to do the same. It was a valuable skill to learn and one that his grandfather often utilized.";}
#krateros.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a young man, Krateros had no wish to join the Order. He had dreams of proving himself in glorious battles, but his father fell ill and it was up to him to provide for his family. At first, he grew resentful and was a bear to live with. His grandfather, however, would not stand for this. Taking Krateros aside, he asked for his help for the day. Krateros agreed. His grandfather took him to one of the poorest areas in the city and had Krateros help to construct a small dwelling for a family who’d lost their house due to a storm. Krateros was profusely thanked for his assistance by the family. The next day his grandfather took him out again and asked for his help to patch part of the city’s wall that was crumbling away. The Order held a small feast that night which Krateros was invited to partake in. The next day his grandfather took him to help a few fishermen, then another needy family, then patrolling, and before Krateros quite knew what was happening, his friends and neighbours were bringing gifts of food or small coins to his family’s home in thanks and repayment for his efforts.";}
#krateros.cpdesc3:before{content:"It was through his grandfather that he learned that glory does not come from killing men, but from building them up. And his grandfather never said one ill word about the king’s army. Rather, he showed Krateros the value of his community, right there in the city.";}
#krateros.cpdesc4:before{content:"Shortly thereafter, Krateros joined The Order of Vasiliádon and became one of its more diligent members. He learned that the bonds he forged in the Order rivalled the blood bonds of family. These were men who would lay down their lives for him and he for them. This way of life also answered the soldier’s calling he harboured, teaching him the tactical and practical skills of a soldier that he wouldn’t have learned by simply being part of a phalanx. When his grandfather grew too old to continue with his duties, Krateros was asked, by both grandfather and the others in his order to take up the position of leader, as he had proven himself both capable and willing.";}
#kwabena.cpname:before{content:"Kwabena of the Buuchu";}
#kwabena.cptitle:before{content:"His Greatness, Leierseun Kwabena of the Buuchu Gesin, Birthed Heir of Leierseun Zane of the Buuchu Gesin and Kalifa of the Buuchu Gesin, Royal of Bedoa’mt";}
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#kwabena.cpdesc1:before,#kwabena .cpdesc1:before{content:"When it comes to the stoic, hard-edged beliefs of love and life, Kwabena follows in his uncle’s footsteps with painstaking exactness. His ambition is to one day measure up to Chiamaka’s glowing memory of his father and replace the ghost entirely as an honoured leader of his people. Unfortunately, Kwabena is misguided. He possesses not the calm mind and peaceful heart of his uncle but is a man of great feeling, passion and courage. Such evocative, uncontrollable urges are unbecoming of the regal example set for him by his uncle and Kwabena takes a huge mental toll tempering his natural assets.";}
#kwabena.cpdesc2:before{content:"Kwabena has many memories of his father but none of them seem to gel with the stories he hears from others. As a boy, he recalls his father being kind and compassionate but mostly absent. He was not a lacking father per se, but a distracted one; more concerned with his future as leier or the all-consuming passion he held for his wife. The children begot by their union seemed more a pleasant enough by-product than a true love and duty. His mother, Kwabena remembers similarly. A woman determined to care for one and all in the gesin but who would then leave feverish Naserian to the care of slaves if her husband crooked his finger in her direction. Angry at himself for dishonouring the memory of great people with his childish selfishness, Kwabena leans hard into the legacy his parents left behind. He publicly glorifies them, leads a life he thinks befitting of the king-who-never-was and judges himself harshly.";}
#kwabena.cpdesc3:before{content:"In becoming a man, this judgement has forged Kwabena into a mighty warrior. Unskilled in languages and hateful of foreigners, he is rapid with a sword and deadly with a spear. He’s a skilled rider aback a camel but he loathes the monstrous creatures other lands call horses.";}
#kwabena.cpdesc4:before{content:"In truth, Kwabena might be a greater leader than his father might one day have been. For he is a passionate protector of his kin and his men. Whilst he often risks episodes of rage, panic or depression, fuelled by his intense concern for others, Kwabena struggles to see the great benefit his natural assets might offer. He leads from the frontlines in battle, inspiring his men. He protects his siblings, inspiring loyalty. Kwabena is firmly against his uncle as his sister’s strongest supporter against an inter-gesin marriage but could not be more in sync with his leier over refusing Kande’s desires to become a huntress. In Zuberi, Kwabena reads a cautionary tale of what he may become should he lose his cool, and in Naserian the threat of replacement should he never measure up.";}
#lacides.cpname:before{content:"Lacides of Antonis";}
#lacides.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Lacides of Dynasteía Antonis, Birthed Heir of Lord Photios of Dynasteía Antonis and Georgia of Athenia, Senator of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#lacides.cpdesc1:before,#lacides .cpdesc1:before{content:"Lacides was not born alone. With him came the glowing pressure of a legacy. While Antonis is –alongside Marikas– one of the oldest Houses of Athenian aristocracy, Lacides's inheritance was compounded by a heroic father and grandfather. Both made their name, serving king and country upon the battlefield. It was toward this more recent history that Lacides turned his life. Though very aware of the politics of the day and his place within the nobility, Lacides's focus is on the militia. He leaves the more delicate handling of the Antonis name to his cousin and joint Head of House Alehandros. When it comes to the battlefield, decades of experience do not come without defeats or mistakes.";}
#lacides.cpdesc2:before{content:"Lacides is a hard but fair mentor to his men and accepts that some battles cannot be won; so long as the war is one of victory. He is logical, pragmatic and recognises that lessons are learned through error. The greatest failing possible, in his eyes, is to allow a loss to defeat you personally. It is this mentality that has created a history of triumph over adversity, allowing Lacides to now hold the rank of 'legend' amongst his peers, just as his father and grandfather held it before him. He is an exalted charioteer, seeming to speak his own language with the horses he leads to battle and, despite the rarity of its use in Hellenes warfare, a master of the sword (a hobby inspired by the fluid skill of a Saracen gladiator he witnessed as a child). The honour, respect and awe due to a man with Lacides’ history is given him every time he appears in Court or the Senate. Whispers circulate that, with three grown sons now following in his footsteps, Lacides might take a more tactical role as Master of War, handing his Head of Houseship to his heir Mateos.";}
#lacides.cpdesc3:before{content:"A life in the military has hardened Lacides's mind into one of black and white; right and wrong. He has the intelligence to know that the world of grey exists and should be considered when discussing tactics and negotiating with others, but for himself and his family the lines of appropriate and inappropriate behaviour are set in stone. Lacides believes that the grandest of individuals, the ones who deserve the greatest honour and respect, are those who rise above the natural grey-ness of humanity and strive for something more morally rigid. Something exceptional. Errors and learning can occur in one's career but in their personal lives? There are no do-overs. Your soul should be untainted. It is this hard and precise way of thinking that leads to Lacides' private and unyielding shame over his single fault in life –a moment of infidelity committed through grief. Though not a man to show his emotions openly and the furthest thing from a romantic, Lacides loved his wife Marisa deeply. Tragically, she was a delicate, petite little thing whose health could not be sustained by the intensity of Lacides's affection alone. Often sickly, dangerously ill during pregnancies and easily fatigued, Marisa was the one weakness in Lacides' otherwise steely armour. And, after the birth of their third child Vasia, Marisa was taken so ill that physicians warned of her impending demise.";}
#lacides.cpdesc4:before{content:"Eighteen months before Vasia's birth, Lacides' sister Lysta has taken on a new ladies maid. Amalia was kind, polite and uncommonly beautiful for a woman of low birth. She was practical, efficient and had already proven her worth to the household. For months, Lacides had harboured a physical attraction for the woman but his iron will and care for his wife made the feelings irrelevant. Grief, however, has a way of breaking the chains of one's control. By chance, Amalia was present at Lacides' lowest moment. She was thoughtful and she listened. She had no intention of tempting the married man to her bed. Yet, that is where they ended up. One night. One indiscretion. One illegitimate son.";}
#lacides.cpdesc5:before{content:"As if in punishment for his one moment of human error, Lacides' wife recovered from her sickness and would go on to bless Lacides with yet another son before she was taken from the world. Amalia, as a reminder of his mistake, had to be removed. Exiled from the house, Amalia and the son she later birthed, Leonidas, are an open secret amidst the nobility. If it is discussed at all, Lacides' transgression does him no ill service. For what man of the nobility has not stepped out upon his wife? How few men can claim to have only done it once? Lacides is a hero in more ways than one.";}
#lapis.cpname:before{content:"Lapis of Luxfa";}
#lapis.cptitle:before{content:"Lapis of Luxfar, Acolyte of Set’s Tempest, Performer of K’m’t";}
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#lapis.cpdesc1:before,#lapis .cpdesc1:before{content:"Bullied and broken as a child, Lapis of Luxfa never felt parental love or the joys of childhood friendship. Lapis’ unique skin led to her and her family being ostracized by their community. In anger and a desperate need for coin, her mother and father sold her into slavery, turning their backs on a child they had never loved and had always seen as a curse that had been thrust upon them.";}
#lapis.cpdesc2:before{content:"But where her parents taught Lapis that her skin was a weakness, the acolytes of Set’s Tempest saw it as an asset. Somgi of Cairo, the current ringmaster of the circus, bought the unique child and put her through the process of indoctrination. By the time Lapis could blame the wisdom of adulthood, she had found a family and a cult that she was conditioned to hold so dear.";}
#lapis.cpdesc3:before{content:"Since then, Lapis has learned the art of performance, of spectacle. She combines her natural oddities with snake charming and the display and control of reptiles, arachnids and birds of prey. In the animals feared by the world, Lapis finds an alliance, an empathy…";}
#lapis.cpdesc4:before{content:"Lapis once saw her skin to be a liability. The pigmentation brought ridicule and hatred, but now that she is in the Tempest, it brings purpose and camaraderie. She has found beauty in her individuality, and a certain pride in being the circus’s ‘freak’. That being said, hateful words and crippling self-esteem can run deep. Although Lapis shows off her markings in the ring during her performances, were a man to approach her in private, she would struggle to see the beauty he might notice in the Tempest’s ‘freak show’. Confident and fearful in equal measure, Lapis appears contrary but is working her way towards a more unified understanding of self.";}
#lazaros.cpname:before{content:"Lazaros of Vlahakis";}
#lazaros.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Lazaros of Varónos Vlahakis, Birthed Son of Varónos Dexios of Varónos Vlahakis and Rhene of Almosis, Courtier of Colchis, Hellas";}
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#lazaros.cpdesc1:before,#lazaros .cpdesc1:before{content:"A man of great skill but few words, Lazaros of Vlahakis is the first prominent and great hope for the budding noble House. With his family only charged as a Varónos in the last few generations, and his father more mentally cunning than physically strong, Lazaros is the first-born male to the Vlahakis line who has been so aesthetically appropriate to the Colchian image of masculinity. Tall, broad and strong, Lazaros's virile physique has made him the heartthrob of many a young Colchian lady, as well as the poster child of future greatness for his family line.";}
#lazaros.cpdesc2:before{content:"Happily, his strength has also come with great modesty. With a father who expects impossibly high standards of achievement –both in academia and military training– nothing Lazaros achieves has ever been considered good enough for his sire. Because of this, or perhaps in spite of it, ego and arrogance are foreign concepts to this man. Instead, he has grown up to be a quiet, thoughtful person who will enact the training he has acquired once on the battlefield, but is internally more interested in the ideas of diplomacy and compassion.";}
#lazaros.cpdesc3:before{content:"This compassion extends especially to his family; specifically his mother and two younger sisters whom Lazaros is told time and again are his duty to protect. As such, a conflict exists with Lazaros. Told that militant achievement and vicious barbarism on the battlefield will bring glory –and therefore security– to his family's name along with his own, Lazaros struggles to coexist this belief (and believing his duty as a brother and son lies in being protective and a good provider) with the natural compassion he was born with that makes him a good man.";}
#lazaros.cpdesc4:before{content:"The pressure put on him by his father is one that creates a tense atmosphere between the two of them during bad times and a detached one during the good. While Lazaros has always simply accepted that his father is a hard man to impress, Dexios's desire to push Lazaros stems from the deep-seated guilt and regret for ostracising Lazaros' twin brother into slavery at birth; a fact to which Lazaros is ignorant. After the birth of two more children –both daughters– Dexios and Rhene's choice that day has resulted in only one male heir to their family name. Lazaros is therefore burdened with a pressure designed for two and must deal with the juxtaposition it creates within his own nature.";}
#leif.cpname:before{content:"Leif Skardson";}
#leif.cptitle:before{content:"His Einvalds, Kónungrson Leif Skardson of the Blacklock Hill Ostmaðr, Birthed Heir of Skarde Skrigson of the Ironwind Ostmaðr and Kónungrdottir Olga, Royal of Ostjorð";}
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#leif.cpdesc1:before,#leif .cpdesc1:before{content:"As the sole son and heir of Skarde Skrigson, Leif should have been born without competition for his father's throne and his inherited glory. The world of the celts revolves around warfare and the power and prestige gained on the bloodied field of battle. Whilst other northmen might balance this view, seeing benefit in other skills, Skarde Skrigson is not one. As far as the Blacklock Hill king is concerned, any other benefit to his people can be pillaged and plundered: agriculture, economy, healing... it can all be taken from others. Which makes war the only true skill necessary of himself and his people.";}
#leif.cpdesc2:before{content:"This ideology is widely known amongst Skarde's men. As is his determination to see the next ruler of his people follow in the same methodology. For the warriors of his clan, his choice of heir should be clear: the daughter who fights with the same vicious ruthlessness as her father before her. Whilst women have always been permitted to inherit the crowns of their father in Ostmadr culture, it is rare for such a decision to be made ahead of a male heir. And Leif's mother is quick to emphasise what a humiliation such a choice would be to Leif's manhood.";}
#leif.cpdesc3:before{content:"Pushed to prove himself worthy against his half-sister by both his mother and his sister Estrid, Leif works hard and diligently in his swordskill. Hours of practice have made him a talented fighter and he has survived victorious from many battles. But he does not yet have the respect and fearful awe of the men the way Skuld does. Instead, he has their friendship.";}
#leif.cpdesc4:before{content:"Naturally personable, empathetic and compassionate, Leif would make a good heir and eventual king of almost any clan besides his own. He is diplomatic, thoughtful, considers every side to an argument and can extricate himself from the most strenuous of situations without offending others. Whilst his sister holds the same sway through cunning and carefully chosen words, Leif has a natural and genuine way of communicating that others naturally respond to. If allowed to see these abilities for the gifts they are, Leif might feel less anxious to appease his mother and gain his father's affection. Simply put, it is Leif's greatest misfortune to have been born to a dynasty that cannot appreciate the skills he already possesses.";}
#leonidas.cpname:before{content:"Leonidas of Athenia";}
#leonidas.cptitle:before{content:"Leonidas of Antonis, Illegitimate Son of Lord Lacides of Dynasteía Antonis and Amalia of Athenia, Militant of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#leonidas.cpdesc1:before,#leonidas .cpdesc1:before{content:"Born from an illegitimate tryst between his mother, Amalia of Athenia, and the great general Lacides of Antonis, Leonidas is technically of royal blood. Not that one would know from looking at him. Unclaimed by his paternal line, unlisted in the Antonis' family registry and an open secret in the Athenian Court, Leonidas has little to no contact with the noble circles he might have been born to under different circumstances.";}
#leonidas.cpdesc2:before{content:"Instead, his mother is all Leonidas has known. With no living grandparents and no siblings or cousins, Amalia is all the kin he has. And, as far as he is concerned, all the kin he needs. Highly aware of the sacrifices his mother has made over the course of his life, Leonidas has grown up with an unyielding work ethic. The more he earns –as a child messenger, a labourer, a blacksmith apprentice, and now as a soldier of the Athenian guard– the fewer hours Amalia must spend bent over a candle repairing clothes, or at the stream with baskets of linen and a heavy washboard.";}
#leonidas.cpdesc3:before{content:"Together the two of them make a bearable living, so long as expenses are kept low and the harvest is always good. Only when crops become scarce and expensive, or Amalia becomes ill without money for a physician, does Leonidas pause long enough to harbour resentment towards his sire. His father, half-siblings and entire royal lineage live in grand houses with every desire catered to. Yet his mother, the kindest soul he knows, must suffer in near-poverty.";}
#leonidas.cpdesc4:before{content:"Raised to turn the other cheek, to give benefit to others and to care for his fellow man, Leonidas knows the theory of goodness but occasionally struggles with its execution. He is less naturally forgiving than his mother and retains a private resentment towards all the noble class. For they have no understanding of what it means to truly work for an honourable life.";}
#letti.cpname:before{content:"Letti Tudanta";}
#letti.cptitle:before{content:"Her Highness, Hāssas Letti Tudanta of the Antu' Tudanta, Birthed Daughter of Tuhkanti Tudanta Jessu of the Antu’ Tudanta and Hāssas Hepeliya Labarna of the Antu’ Tahurna, Courtier of Hattusa";}
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#letti.cpdesc1:before,#letti .cpdesc1:before{content:"Letti Tudanta excels in many areas and is a credit to her House. Even as a woman, she is a skillful economist and negotiator of fine deals. She is witty, charming and just flirtatious enough to see a bargain struck in her favour. To couple with this, she is a gracious woman with an advanced knowledge of temple practice and ritual. She spends much of her free time in the temples of Arzawa praying for good weather that will lead merchant ships into port and fine health for her family. She is well respected by the priestesses, is often bewitching to newcomer merchants and has the ladies of Court wrapped around her little finger whenever she graces the capital. But Letti may be a little too clever for her own peace of mind.";}
#letti.cpdesc2:before{content:"Growing up, Letti's skills in trade and industry were not a natural talent but learned from her step father. Abdul al'Ramebu is a magician with money and has taught her everything he knows since she was five years old. In many ways, she adores her father figure and follows his every command. And yet, as she grows older and wiser, Letti has learned the darker side of the Syrian. His ruthlessness for seeing a trade go through and his sense of ambition for the throne of Hattusa has made Letti worry and her clever mind has churned and pondered. If her step father is so desperate to see his name soar, just what would he have done had her brother and biological father not been taken into death that same year? And how could such a coincidence have benefited Abdul so strongly?";}
#letti.cpdesc3:before{content:"Fearing her own suspicions, Letti is dancing around a near-impossible decision. Investigate and pull at the threads of a family tapestry she loves and cherishes. Or squash her wandering thoughts of betrayal. After all, their household has lasted this long in bliss. If it were true, if her first family were indeed murdered by her step-father, what good would it bring to destroy the false joy her mother and sister now hold so dear? And what would such accusations do to Abdul's son, a young man Letti considers to be her brother just as much as her first?";}
#letti.cpdesc4:before{content:"For now, Letti must marinate on the decision. But the longer she postpones her choice, the worse Abdul appears to suspect she knows more than she's telling and the more he starts to speak of her eventual marriage. Whilst Letti is not afraid of marriage and sees it as the next instinctive step in her life, Abdul appears to only be accepting proposals from eligible men who live so very far away...";}
#leutgard.cpname:before{content:"Leutgard of Beodricsworth";}
#leutgard.cptitle:before{content:"Leutgard of Beodricsworth, Militant of Valland, Ostjorð";}
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#leutgard.cpdesc1:before,#leutgard .cpdesc1:before{content:"Leutgard's family was comfortable as she grew up. Parents, uncles, aunts and cousins, all were welcoming and no one ever wanted for anything much. Neither rich nor poor, Leutgard had the advantage in life of being regarded as a great beauty, which garnered her the attention of many men from whom she had her pick of a husband. Leutgard selected Daeglaf, who worked as a military adviser and leader to Lord Raedmund of Beodricsworth. Daeglaf was a kind and generous husband who respected and supported his wife as she explored the art of horse riding and archery. As a mother, Leutgard was firm but fair with a doting heart and a caring mind. Daethelwuld grew up adoring both of his parents and life appeared to be destined to remain ideal.";}
#leutgard.cpdesc2:before{content:"That is, until the invasion of the Ostmađr. Upon their attack from the east, Leutgard was twenty-eight. Optimism led most to believe the fighting would be over quickly but such hopes were quickly dashed. The Ostmađr were fearsome and it was not long before Leutgard's beloved fell in combat. Her son was an even colder blow to her heart. When Lord Raemund himself fell and his sons alongside him, the battle was lost and the lands given by their king to the Ostmađr invaders.";}
#leutgard.cpdesc3:before{content:"Leutgard drifted through life. Widowed and the mother of a dead son, she had nowhere to go, and the beauty that had once carried her through life seemed shallow and vapid. Eventually, Leutgard returned to the company of Heilwig, daughter of her husband's lord. Initially protective of the girl due to their former relationship, Leutgard has grown to respect the woman she has become, and follows Heilwig's every order and command without a second thought. The observations of her husband's duties have not been left to waste, for Leutgard is now responsible for training fresh fighters in the Iceni and commands the armoury supplies. In Leutgard's eyes, the brotherhood Heilwig has built is nothing short of a miracle and the woman herself can therefore do no wrong.";}
#lihua.cpname:before{content:"Liu Lihua of Lands Afar";}
#lihua.cptitle:before{content:"Liu Lihua of Lands Afar, Acolyte of Set’s Tempest, Performer of K’m’t";}
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#lihua.cpdesc1:before,#lihua .cpdesc1:before{content:"At the age of seven, Lihua’s life was changed and everything she had ever known was stripped away from her. The only constant relation in Lihua’s life was her sister, for the pair were kidnapped by slavers and forced onto a ship bound for K’m’t. Lihua did her utmost to protect her sister, who at the time was only five and would often give what little food she had to Feiyan. She tried to shield the little girl from the horrors within the ship but, as only a child herself, all Lihua could really do was pray they would not be separated and that Feiyan never had to suffer alone.";}
#lihua.cpdesc2:before{content:"Her prayers were answered in the form of Set’s Tempest. When they arrived in K’m’t and were set for a slave auction, it was Somgi of Cairo who bid the highest. Excited at the premise of having such exotic assets in the future, he led them to the doctor within the circus, and the two were ‘assessed’. Lihua was made docile through opiates and hemp, encouraged to forget much of her life from her home land. By the time the doses were unnecessary, the circus was all Lihua really knew and all she ever wanted. Yet, whilst her past was taken away from her, she could never forget her fervent need to protect her sister, Feiyan.";}
#lihua.cpdesc3:before{content:"Lihua is more stern than her younger sister. Despite their age, she still treats Feiyan as if she were a child, naively wishing to protect her from the evils in the world. Never does she desire to see the look of terror that once marred both their faces. This can, however, cause tension between the pair when Feiyan is forced to remind Lihua that she is not an infant. This determination is frequently undercut, however, by Feiyan getting herself into trouble by gracing the wrong man’s bed. It is always Lihua who must make the repairs.";}
#lihua.cpdesc4:before{content:"Lihua’s place in the circus was cemented as she learned to be an aerobatic performer and contortionist. Whilst Feiyan is technically more skilled, it is Lihua’s responsible nature that has her in charge of most of the other performers. She cares for them in the same way she protects her sister.";}
#lihua.cpdesc5:before{content:"The evils of the circus itself and the cult hiding within, however, are unknown to Lihua. As Feiyan falls more steadily into the Tempest’s dark center, Lihua is feeling the distance and wondering what might cause her sister to behave so out of character… to look at others with an expression of cold calculation…";}
#liliya.cpname:before{content:"Liliya Piluwanda";}
#liliya.cptitle:before{content:"Her Highness, Hāssas Liliya Piluwanda of the Antu' Tahurna, Claimed Daughter of Piluwanda Haiwattama of the Antu’ Tahurna and a Concubine of the Seraglio, Royal of Hattusa";}
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#liliya.cpdesc1:before,#liliya .cpdesc1:before{content:"This character card is for information purposes only. As Liliya Piluwanda is only two years old, she is not an open, playable character. Liliya is to be used as an NPC only in the posts of others.";}
#liliya.cpdesc2:before{content:"At two years old, Liliya is a bright, exuberant and fiesty little toddler. With dark curly hair, dimples and chocolate eyes to match her father, she is button-cute and hard to ignore. With her language skills behind others of her age, Liliya prefers to squeal, cry and yammer her desires. Her words are poorly pronounced and she is missing a milk tooth to the right of her lower central teeth; it never grew. Whilst the palace staff and her father comprehend Liliya perfectly, others can struggle to understand her garbled speech. This can spark frustration and tantrums. Liliya is not overtly spoiled for a princess but is naturally very opinionated and when she doesn't get her way large scale screaming can occur. In such situations the only thing that can calm this little madam is the deep, calming tone of her favourite person in the world wide world: her father.";}
#lindiwe.cpname:before{content:"Lindiwe of the Zaire";}
#lindiwe.cptitle:before{content:"Her Blessedness, Mhenga-Sema Lindiwe of the Zaire Gesin, Royal of Bedoa’mt";}
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#lindiwe.cpdesc1:before,#lindiwe .cpdesc1:before{content:"Wife to the late leier of the Zaire tribe, Lindiwe has seen great sorrow in her life. After the death of her parents, she also suffered the loss of her husband in a plague that eradicated a third of the Zaire tribe and almost took her son's life in the bargain. Yet, Lindiwe has weathered the storm with tempered civility and become a pillar of strength for the daughter and husband team who now rule the Zaire. She is the epitome of a mother; sacrificing all personal gain or ambition for the sake of her children and, despite challenging relationships with each of her offspring, Lindiwe has never resented, relented or surrendered her role as mother, queen and matriarch.";}
#lindiwe.cpdesc2:before{content:"Once upon a time, a fine match was made between the Zaire's future leader Jabulani and the daughter of an influential elder, Taneesha. Born to parents known for their healing hands and skillful craft in poultices and potions, Taneesha was not only beautiful but socially significant. And Jabulani was committed to the match. Until he met Varusia. With Jabulani's love match quickly begetting a child, his father feared that Taneesha's kin would leave the Zaire in offence, taking the secrets of their herbal remedies with them. In reparation, Jabulani vowed his first-born son to Taneesha's first-born daughter. And so it came to be that Lindiwe, child of Taneesha and her eventual husband, was bound before birth to Hunai of the Zaire.";}
#lindiwe.cpdesc3:before{content:"There was no risk of Hunai following his passions for another woman, for his heart was gentle and serene. Lost in theories of life, the universe and the ancestral plane, Hunai was known far and wide for his prophetic skill and decades of wisdom he bore before his time. Lindiwe was a good match in character, elegant and conservative. Though strong in her opinions and values, Lindiwe knows when to hold her tongue and conforms to social etiquette in all things. She is gentle and feminine; an ethereal, spiritual lady beside her great man.";}
#lindiwe.cpdesc4:before{content:"By Hunai, Lindiwe birthed three children. And each has tested her resolve in different ways. With Tanishe, Lindiwe suffered great conflict for many years, their introvert versus extrovert characters clashing at every turn. As Tanishe has grown, friction has eased. Her maturity and patient healing have birthed a daughter Lindiwe can sincerely call friend and the two are now very close. Jalah is a different matter. Still too wild for Lindiwe to truly relate to, Jalah is a constant source of exasperation whilst her brother Shange is merely worrisome. Calm and spiritual, Shange operates at a similar speed to his mother, but his constant illnesses and injuries stab at Lindiwe's maternal concern.";}
#livana.cpname:before{content:"Livana of Katriel";}
#livana.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Livana of Katriel, Birthed Daughter of Abir of Simeon and Katriel of Machlah, Courtier of Phoenicia";}
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#livana.cpdesc1:before,#livana .cpdesc1:before{content:"Livana is unlike her mother. Softly spoken, very timid and excruciatingly shy, Livana enjoys the wondrous things to see in the world but fears extended periods beyond the walls of the family estate. Short excursions to the marketplace are, at first, an excitement. Too much noise and stimulation, however, can soon send Livana into a mass panic. Her anxiety is internalised and her fears directed inward. She says nothing and shows little reaction other than physically seeming to shrink. Livana loathes this nervous heart of hers and fears there must be something catastrophically wrong with her. For her father and mother are so bold and so confident...";}
#livana.cpdesc2:before{content:"At home Livana has more spirit. She is sweet and often smiling, eager to stick fingers into cake batter and help the servants sweep the halls. She enjoys activity more than quiet study and often seeks the company of her mother, despite the added tension it can bring to her day. Katriel's determination to transform her daughter into an elegant and confident young woman sees her dressing Livana in bold colours and pushing her in her classes. Whilst this only makes Livana's insecurities worse with every failing, she still chooses her mother's company over more tranquil uses for her time. For one day, she desperately hopes to show herself as worthy of Katriel's approval.";}
#livana.cpdesc3:before{content:"With her father, Livana's relationship is much stronger. Abir has made it clear from the moment she was born that Livana is perfect just the way she is. Whilst his numerous duties keep him away from the household for most of the day, Abir never fails to return in time to see Livana to bed and wish her pleasant dreams. These brief moments are Livana's favourite on any given day and it is an extra special treat when Abir is able to return sooner and read her tales of Abraham, Noah and Jonah.";}
#luciliana.cpname:before{content:"Luciliana Nobilis Evander";}
#luciliana.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Luciliana Nobilis Evander, Birthed Daughter of Lord Domicus Nobilis Evander and Liliana of Lycri, Courtier of Roma";}
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#luciliana.cpdesc1:before,#luciliana .cpdesc1:before{content:"Wild and rambunctious from a young age, Luciliana is highly aware of both her faults and assets. She simply embraces them both in equal measure. Heralded as a glorious beauty even as a babe, Luciliana is used to be adored. Though she laps up compliments upon her figure, fine hair and bright eyes, Luciliana is not shallow. She holds no respect for simpering fools or the overtly romantic; stealing their flattery with gluttonous hunger but judging the speaker themselves as ludicrously uninteresting. Instead, she will cloak herself in the praise of strangers whilst she rides on adventures with her nearest and dearest, Sabina Nobilis Benedi.";}
#luciliana.cpdesc2:before{content:"Luciliana is the catalyst for such quests. It is she who envisions the impossible. From breaking into a fine lady's chambers to steal her clothes, to commissioning a nude painting of an austere nobleman and hanging it in the Parliamentum. Luciliana's imagination knows no bounds and her disregard for all consequence is likely to, one day, find her in hotter water than she can handle. Her friend Sabina, however, is just as foolhardy. Worse still, Sabina has the calculating presence of mind to manifest Luciliana's dreams into reality. As a pair, their practical jokes and dangerous seductions have brought numerous courtiers to blows, Houses to friction-filled mediations and might one day risk the Roma lands themselves. For these girls care nothing for what lies beyond the end of their own noses.";}
#luciliana.cpdesc3:before{content:"With so much time dedicated to Sabina, Luciliana has little to spare on lessons or the wisdom of others. She refuses to master the rules of etiquette or learn any sort of skill in arithmetic, artistry or language. She has no intention of getting married and stoutly and impetuously avoids any comment on the subject from her father. Adoring her papa, Luciliana is equally talented at evoking his frustrated fury and his loving embrace and she is doting auntie to the little Balbina. She delights in her brother's hedonistic womanising and thinks her sister Gloriana the greatest of bores. The only other relationship Luciliana honours with love and respect is her friendship with Sabina. A friendship she unconsciously wishes was so much more. God forbid if Sabina ever turned her attention to a man with any more interest than simple lust. For Luciliana's denial might then break wide open and set loose all manner of hell.";}
#lucius.cpname:before{content:"Lucius Lex Nobilis Remusi";}
#lucius.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Imperia Lucius Lex Nobilis Remusi, Birthed Son of Lord Alecco Lex Nobilis Remusi and Evadne of Macenni, Senator of Roma";}
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#lucius.cpdesc1:before,#lucius .cpdesc1:before{content:"Until the age of nine, Lucius's youth was a joyous one. From birth he knew what it meant to be loved and cherished. He knew the duties ahead of him as a filial son and brother. He was secure in his place in the world. When he turned nine, Lucius encountered death for the first time, when his uncle passed away in war. This loss was not keenly felt in the Remusi household after years of estrangement between Hadrianus and Lucius's father Alecco. But his beloved grandmother and then mother following his uncle to the grave had a significantly greater impact. For one, it brought the Remusi family to the Roma capital. For another, it sent Lucius's older brother Marcellus into militia training. And so began the great military careers of the Remusi brothers. Careers that would eventually see them holding the rank of Imperia Nobilis as a singular, loyal unit.";}
#lucius.cpdesc2:before{content:"As children, Marcellus and Lucius were always close. Similar in character, interests and humour, they enjoyed one another's company. A common enemy in cousin Hadrian also worked in cementing the Remusi boys as brothers in arms. Marcellus leaving at twelve to become a soldier did not lessen this bond. The brothers continued to write to one another regularly and, instead of turning to his cousin for company, Lucius turned to the stars. A learned academic at heart, an avid reader and a lover of astrology, Lucius would spend many of his childhood twilights on his back in the estate grounds staring up at the sky. To him, the lives of the Gods and their messages for mankind were written in the night sky; if only mere mortals could decipher them. To that end, Lucius threw himself into studying under tutors of science and mathematics. He gorged himself on the books in the capital and would regularly beg his father to travel to the great libraries of Paesia.";}
#lucius.cpdesc3:before{content:"Lucius took great pride in his family's long-standing tradition of service and combat and was always fascinated by the battle tales from his father and brother. But he personally never felt the allure of a sword and armour. Until ten years ago, when his father fell ill. After calling his brother back from the front lines, Lucius tended to Alecco in his last hours, reassuring their father that Marcellus was on his way. Marcellus never arrived in time but Lucius was the first to embrace, not chastise his tardiness. He knew what it meant to his brother to have not gotten to say goodbye...";}
#lucius.cpdesc4:before{content:"Since their shared loss, Marcellus and Lucius have served the House of Remusi together. After drowning in his grief for several months, Lucius recalled the stories Marcellus would tell of the order and security found amongst soldiers. Seeking the same purpose that his brother had found after the death of their mother, Lucius would not be dissuaded from his desire to enlist. Despite maintaining his love for all things learned and seeking counsel from temples over the stars and heavens, Lucius has found a genuine love for the military. Whilst the combat itself turns his stomach on more than one occasion, the feeling of belonging cannot be beat. Here, he feels close to his father. Here, he feels near to his brother, regardless of where they are actually fighting. Continuing his letters with Marcellus, Lucius now works with his brother to honour the family name and the people they lead. They hold the role of Imperia Nobilis together, divide the duties of the role between them and try to meet as often as possible to reaffirm a fraternal bond that never truly weakens.";}
#lucius.cpdesc5:before{content:"Lucius has only one great secret from his brother. A secret that has become harder to bear since Marcellus was injured eighteen months ago. Lucius is gay. A slow but natural process of experimentation with different partners led Lucius to this certainty a little late. Not until he was twenty-four was he convinced that he felt no desire at all for women and would never wish to marry. Yet, eighteen months ago, Marcellus's physicians warned him that he may never be able to father children. Whilst his sexuality is not a great scandal within their lands, just how is Lucius admitting his truth to Marcellus when it would mean the end of the Remusi line? Neither of them wants to see their father's great lineage handed to the likes of cousin Hadrian. So, just where does this leave the brothers now? And could Lucius perhaps re-confront the idea of marriage, if only to sire an heir to save the Remusi name?";}
#lupa.cpname:before{content:"Lupa Nobilis Viatrix";}
#lupa.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Lupa Nobilis Viatrix, Birthed Daughter of Lord Claudius Nobilis Viatrix and Lady Erica Nobilis Cassia, Courtier of Roma";}
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#lupa.cpdesc1:before,#lupa .cpdesc1:before{content:"Lupa is cut from a very different cloth than her sister. Sweet in character and shy in temperament, Lupa is often labelled as a pastel addition to her otherwise vibrant house. She rarely talks at social functions, and smiles nervously when approached. She has a tendency to twist and twirl her fingers when speaking and occasionally stutters when particularly anxious. Many believe her to be simple, stupid or otherwise uninteresting.";}
#lupa.cpdesc2:before{content:"In truth, Lupa is quite intelligent. She has an impressive, photographic memory and enjoys reading and learning. But she rarely holds defiant or ostracising opinions. Instead, Lupa follows in her mother's footsteps, taking to seeing every side of an argument and seeking a kind and empathetic resolution to any challenge. Though her sister claims the title of a ‘great beauty’, Lupa is generally considered to be sweetly handsome in appearance. Save for a nasty burn scar over her left forearm from where she tried to put out a fire as a child.";}
#lupa.cpdesc3:before{content:"Whilst Lupa enjoys many hobbies from reading to language to astronomy, it is gardening and horticulture that hold her truest heart. With a sensitive nose and a head for the long latin names of flora, Lupa is an encyclopaedia of the green world. When she turned twenty, her father presented her with his greatest gift: a greenhouse on their home estate where Lupa might grow anything and everything she desired. Recently, this love for plants has grown into an interest in herbs and the poultices that can be made from them, adding medicinal tomes and papers to an already cluttered little space.";}
#lupa.cpdesc4:before{content:"Lupa will share her world of plants with anyone who is interested but she is also intensely private. She likes her isolation and time along with the flora she grows and she is very good at keeping secrets: both her own and that of others. Her most treasured secret, hidden from all, is that of the handsome Gaellus and the sweet crush she has borne him ever since he was accepted into the Viatrix family.";}
#luthando.cpname:before{content:"Luthando of the Nubi";}
#luthando.cptitle:before{content:"Her Blessedness, Leierseunin Luthando of the Nubi Gesin, Birthed Daughter of Leierseun Melokuhle of the Nubi Gesin and Jahzi of the Mekaki Gesin, Royal of Bedoa’mt";}
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#luthando.cpdesc1:before,#luthando .cpdesc1:before{content:"Gifted with the name meaning " most loved ", Luthando - Lu'lu to her friends - is a central point of joy and innocence in a turbulent family. With an uncle aggressive in his desire for validation, a heartbroken father and a grandfather tortured by the violent years that gave him wisdom, Lu'lu is the one person around whom everyone smiles.";}
#luthando.cpdesc2:before{content:"Lu’lu knows little of her mother and nothing of a secret twin sibling spirited away in the night. Her father told her simply that her mother is gone and that he does not know if she will ever return. It is the simplest truth and easy to understand for a child. But, as Lu’lu begins to reach her prepubescent years, the lack of a maternal figure may have a stronger impact upon her life than it has until now. Her youngest years have thus far been blessed. Lu’lu has lived and loved sunnily, with three men willing to bear arms, smiles or playtime at any moment.";}
#luthando.cpdesc3:before{content:"A happy thing by nature, Lu'lu is precocious, adventurous and unfailingly curious, her eyes are always wide with learning and her mouth wide with awe. She appears constantly shocked at the wonders of life. Lu’lu also has a great love for animals - whether big or small - and absolutely zero fear. She has her own pet goat that she has helped to raise with her father whom she has dubbed Ru'ru. Ru'ru and Lu'lu are a pair and go everywhere together, much to the chagrin of everyone who has to permit a goat into the sweat tent when bathing.";}
#luwelot.cpname:before{content:"Luwelot of Alexandria";}
#luwelot.cptitle:before{content:"Luwelot of Alexandria, Citizen of K'm't";}
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#luwelot.cpdesc1:before,#luwelot .cpdesc1:before{content:"Having entered the sanctuary of the Hekasenkt as a young child, Luwelot has known nothing of family beside his zealot kin, nor of a father save Kaemsekhem. His early adoption into the mysterious fold was at a prime age for religious conditioning and, whilst talk of the Hekasenkt's inner practices was kept far from his curious ears, Luwelot grew up idolising the notion of the deeper, truly bond of brotherhood between the temple's most sacred servants. This desire stemmed mostly from Kaemsekhem, the man who had taken Luwelot from the beating hands of a slave driver and given him fresh food for the first time in his recollection. Kaemsekhem is not the sort to bond with other human beings. The father and son dynamic so clung to by Luwelot was and is mostly fantasy. But a fantasy solidly built upon the occasional favouritism and gestures of affection from the man who saved his life. To Kaemsekhem, Luwelot is the most loyal.";}
#luwelot.cpdesc2:before{content:"As with the other children brought to the temple, Luwelot was trained and schooled with strict discipline and tradition. Though not particularly ambitious, Luwelot watched with anticipation as the path to the Hekasenkt - to the faction of his paternal saviour - grew nearer. Luwelot, however, was not a natural contender for the faction he so sought. A sweet and curious boy deep down, Luwelot spent much of his youth venturing into Thebes when he was not supposed to, drinking in the sights and smells of the market, touching the waters of the Nile and befriending any that would stare at his temple tunic, wondering why he might be dressed so oddly. Still, Luwelot followed his lessons in death and divine appeasement with the same enthusiasm, so it seemed obvious, not bizarre, when so cheerful a soul was permitted into the Hekasenkt.";}
#luwelot.cpdesc3:before{content:"For several years, Luwelot has followed his temple oath, seeing to the last rites of the departed. He is well known within the brotherhood as the most skilful when handling the emotions of the bereaved; his empathy now his asset. But fate has recently set the sea of his faith and purpose roiling.";}
#luwelot.cpdesc4:before{content:"Less than three weeks ago, Luwelot was lost in an ale-induced haze whilst socialising with his master and saviour Kaemsekhem. The alcohol was poured in celebration of Luwelot being considered for the Trial of Teka-Her. Amongst their reminiscing, Luwelot recalled the only other instance in which he had seen death reverse… On one of his ventures from the temple as a child, he and a friend had been playing on the banks of the Nile when the other boy had lost his footing and fallen beneath the surface. Knocked unconscious, the unbreathing boy seemed dead when a fisherman pulled him to shore. Yet, miraculously, he had spluttered to life again a few minutes later. This conversation was mere sentiment to Luwelot but a week later he paled to see a young man bearing a striking resemblance to that lucky boy being carried into the temple – deceased. The comforting hand of Kaemsekhem upon his shoulder and the uttered words of “I'll honour him by performing the rites myself” did little to dampen Luwelot's growing sense of unease. Especially when those in the crimson robes gathered around to carry the corpse into the sacred room of the Teka-Hers, the doors closing firmly behind them.";}
#luwelot.cpdesc5:before{content:"Since Kaemsekhem's ascension, the Teka-Hers have become all the more present in the lives of the Hekasenkt and, although Kaemsekhem sings their praises, others are less complimentary. “Defilers.” “Heathens.” The derogatories were bandied about even as the practices kept behind closed doors remained a total mystery. That enigma had once seemed exciting to Luwelot. And he might have never questioned it further had the wife of his old friend not approached him with whispers of murder. The accusation surprised Luwelot and stung. Like a scorpion's strike, the idea was poisonous and lingering. When nobody was ever turned over to the wife and when Kaemsekhem avoided direct answers to Luwelot's questions the poison continued to fester. Now, the wound to his faith is a daily ache. One that sees Luwelot doing all he can to postpone the Teka-Her trial his saviour so wants for him. And doing so without raising suspicion. After all, if the Teka-Her are truly killers, so lost in their search for immortality that life no longer means anything… then the last thing an orphaned boy from the streets of Thebes should be doing is drawing their unholy fire.";}
#lykon.cpname:before{content:"Lykon of Almosis";}
#lykon.cptitle:before{content:"Lykon of Almosis, Birthed Heir of Varónos Dexios of Varónos Vlahakis and Rhene of Almosis, Slave of Colchis, Hellas";}
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#lykon.cpdesc1:before,#lykon .cpdesc1:before{content:"Born to a family of nobility but with no knowledge of such an origin, Lykon was raised by a kindly older couple in a slave cabin on the noble lands of the family of Vlahakis. Completely ignorant of the fact that his father and mother are the baron and baroness of his province, and that Lazaros of Vlahakis is, in fact, his twin brother, Lykon believes himself to be the late born surprise for his parents, who were unable to conceive for many years. Born with a dark birthmark across his chest, as if to symbolise a poisoned heart, Lykon might have gotten away with rumours of being a cursed child and been kept with this family if it wasn't for the fits and spasms he suffered as a baby. With rolling eyes, trembling skin and shaking body, it was clear to his birth family that the birthmark was indeed a warning placed upon their first born child. They were unable to identify what would be recognised in future eras as epilepsy.";}
#lykon.cpdesc2:before{content:"Placed into the care of a couple brought in to serve on the Vlahakis lands, Lykon has been raised with a dichotomy of experiences. Treated kindly by the masters of the land but hated by peers and other servants for the random fits that have plagued his childhood and given him the title of ‘Cursed One’, Lykon grew up both loved and bullied. His adoptive parents were kind but worried about the harsh reality the Gods had clearly given him in the form of his condition, and Lykon got on well with the Vlahakis children (though rank has always been preserved). Generally he has so far had a reasonably happy life despite being plagued by fear and discrimination from others. He is considered a good and dependable labourer on the estate and is trusted by the baron and his wife.";}
#lykon.cpdesc3:before{content:"Over the years, Lykon has learnt basic fighting skills, though fears of how much use they will be, given that fear, stress and emotional highs all seem to trigger his seizures. And very recently he has begun the enterprise of trying to learn to read and write... He wants little else in life besides a more open mind in others regarding his condition and is only troubled by his own belief that he is somehow out of favour with the Gods. But will all this change if it’s ever revealed that Lykon is, in fact, the eldest born of Vlahakis and entitled to the role of baron…?";}
#lysta.cpname:before{content:"Lysta of Antonis";}
#lysta.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Lysta of Dynasteía Antonis, Birthed Daughter of Lord Photios of Dynasteía Antonis and Georgia of Athenia, Courtier of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#lysta.cpdesc1:before,#lysta .cpdesc1:before{content:"Like her brother Lacides, Lysta of Antonis has suffered the loss of a brother and both her parents. Also like her brother, she has survived it with a noble grace and unrelenting spirit. As a child Lysta's strong personality manifested in a determination to follow Lacides around, to learn as he learned and play as he played. Even in the present day, those lessons are not lost on Lysta, for she is still able to hold her own in the discussions of military tactics around the dinner table. As a young adult, however, courage sent her to find where her passions lay as Lacides did in his career. She found music.";}
#lysta.cpdesc2:before{content:"Though she holds an interest in the physical arts –painting, sculpture, the list goes on– it is musical composition that has taken the place of love and wifedom in Lysta's life. She also has a tremendous passion for encouraging young women to follow in the path of artistry or academia, patroning the sciences at the Athenia scholeio as well as tutors for young noble women. Now in her fifties, Lysta is a woman of supreme self-assurance and mature wisdom; a beacon to young, female intellectuals everywhere. This includes, most specifically, her niece Vasia and her great niece Marietta of Antonis.";}
#lysta.cpdesc3:before{content:"A defiant woman with a dominant personality, Lysta can be intimidating to those outside her acquaintance. Whilst kindly in her mentorship of others, she does not suffer fools greatly and repeated errors or awkwardness in others frustrates her. She worries for her brother at war and dislikes the fact that he has encouraged all three of his sons in the same direction, fearing the very real possibility that she and Vasia might be left alone in the world. Vasia’s constant lack of artistic talent and preference for military matters is a familiar irritation but does not lessen her love for the young girl, with whom she is particularly close due to them being the only women in their immediate family.";}
#lysta.cpdesc4:before{content:"Having never married, Lysta has lived in the care of her brother since the death of their parents. She resides in the capital with him and his children, whom she has helped to raise as a surrogate maternal figure. In this sense, Lysta rarely thinks her life less for the lack of children of her own. And barring one instance (a love lost to bloodshed when she was young) she has never met a man who might sway her from a path of comfortable spinsterhood. Luckily for Lysta, her family's power and wealth, not to mention her own reputation in which she is honoured and respected by the entire Court, has saved her from any real prejudice she might face by being unmarried. Instead she is beloved kin and confidant to almost everyone within noble circles and she fills her life happily with music, family and friendship.";}
#maeri.cpname:before{content:"Maeri of Yonita";}
#maeri.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Maeri of Yonita, Birthed Daughter of Josiah of Samuel and Yonita of Elisheva, Courtier of Phoenicia";}
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#maeri.cpdesc1:before,#maeri .cpdesc1:before{content:"Maeri is a girl of much internal conflict. Wanting to be selfless like her sister-cousin Nedevah, seeking to be courageous like Talora but ultimately cowardly and a little bit spoiled, Maeri tries hard and fails often. Not one able to sit still, she is the scholar who tries to learn but is so impatient that she knocks over the inkwell. She is the athlete who trips over her own sandal straps, despite being so sure that she fastened them in place. She is the young wife in training who accidentally turns all of her mother and sister-cousins' gowns pink and knocks over the wash basin. Maeri is a young girl, beautiful in appearance and utterly useless in application, who fails to see that the one shining light within her is that fact that, despite all encouragement to the contrary, she keeps on trying, despite a growing sense of furious injustice...";}
#maeri.cpdesc2:before{content:"Ever since Maeri was little, things have gone wrong. With every new task she encounters she works hard and slips up somewhere. Usually at the most basic foundations. Add to this a healthy dose of clumsiness and it is understandable why Maeri's reputation is not stellar. Beautiful she may be, but a woman who cannot keep a household is of little use. To make matters worse, the death of Maeri's father has left her more impatient with herself than ever. Now, when she messes up, Maeri has a moment of unladylike rage and tearful tantrums. Which, of course, only compounds the issue at hand.";}
#maeri.cpdesc3:before{content:"Why can nothing she ever attempts go her way? Maeri is beginning to see why her sister-cousin Talora throws away convention altogether. Especially when the world seems so stacked against you. One idea that Maeri has never considered, however, is that there may be a medical reason for some of her problems. At least as far as the clumsiness is concerned. A nerve disorder, contracted at her birth, might be to blame for at least some of Maeri's problems. Not that anyone would ever suspect such a thing. No, Maeri must just be lazy or not paying attention. And, to be fair, this is likely where the remaining blame lies: in her tendency to daydream and her rushing urgency. Maeri needs to learn to take a step back, take a breath and remember that Judah was not built in a day...";}
#maheptaeryi.cpname:before{content:"Mahepta Eryi Abdul";}
#maheptaeryi.cptitle:before{content:"His Highness, Tuhkanti Eryi Abdul of the Antu' Tudanta, Birthed Heir of Abdul al’Ramebu and Hāssas Hepeliya Labarna of the Antu’ Tahurna, Courtier of Hattusa";}
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#maheptaeryi.cpdesc1:before,#maheptaeryi .cpdesc1:before{content:"Born to generations of hidden scandals, Mahepta Eryi is surprisingly ignorant of the suspicious undercurrents in his family home. This is perhaps because he spends little time on it. Born to the royal line through his mother and to an economically minded lord of the Court, Mahepta's upbringing has been similar to that of his cousins, the royal princes. On one hand, his lessons have been sacred. His father has enforced upon him the significance of learning his numbers and words, of building skills in negotiation and diplomacy. On the other, glory and honour are sought only on the battlefield, where Mahepta has spent his summers training alongside others of his noble rank.";}
#maheptaeryi.cpdesc2:before{content:"For half the year, Mahepta Eryi runs rampant at the capital and in military training camps with his closest friends Murat Nasiya and Kavir Mursili. When isolated in the coastal port city of Arzawa, his father commands his every moment's focus. Mahepta has never argued. While each transition in fall and spring is a hard reminder to shift his social gears, Mahepta almost sees the trade off as fair. Even if he does resent the iron rod with which Abdul commands the household.";}
#maheptaeryi.cpdesc3:before{content:"Despite their half-blood status, Mahepta is a devoted brother to his older sisters and enjoys being doted on by them. This understanding of women certainly helps him in his popularity among other boys his age: for he has the translation to courtship. For some reason, however, Mahepta never seems to employ these tips and tricks himself. Rumour has it that he's popular with women of all ages and yet his friends aren't convinced that he has ever taken one to bed. In truth, Mahepta Eryi has once purchased a woman from a brothel in the capital. And it was a disaster. Ever since, he has accepted that his interest in sex is either nonexistent or perhaps leans towards those of his own sex. But as he has no interest in dishonouring his father by engaging in a same-sex relationship, Mahepta Eryi has never experimented in that direction. Instead, he keeps himself away from sex in general, enjoying drink and gambling more than he does naked skin. He leaves the more debauchery pursuits to Kavir Mursili and Murat Nasiya.";}
#maheptaeryi.cpdesc4:before{content:"Besides, it would be inappropriate to run around with other women too much. Such talk would damage his father's negotiations with Ibram Karkesh, who seeks to unite their families by marrying Mahepta Eryi to his daughter. Navi Karkesh is widely known to be the most innocent and demure of ladies, which is at once reassuring and terrifying for Mahepta, who is doing everything in his power to delay the engagement. For what will such a sweet young woman think of a husband who will not, or cannot, perform his marital duties?";}
#mandisa.cpname:before{content:"Mandisa H'Isazari";}
#mandisa.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Mandisa of Hei Isazari, Birthed Daughter of Lord Amon’ra of Hei Isazari and Lady Nubkhaes of Hei Sheifa, Courtier of K’m’t";}
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#mandisa.cpdesc1:before,#mandisa .cpdesc1:before{content:"Determined to be as strong as her sister Berenike and as fatally seductive as her sister Chione, Mandisa succeeds in being unerringly neither of these. Fearful of admitting these 'failings' and her own ignorance when it comes to men, Mandisa lives a charade. With strong posture, alluring beauty and the skills of a born actress, Mandisa manages to convince everyone around her that she measures up to her older sisters when, in fact, she considers herself an unfortunate inferior, dominated by their shadows.";}
#mandisa.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a young girl, Mandisa was adventurous and spirited. She had wild fantasies and vivid daydreams. As she's grown older, however, those childish attributes have been squashed and denied with all her strength, in favour of projecting an elegant calm and dignified authority. Just as Berenike does. In her youth, Mandisa fantasies about kind men. Loyal men. Men who she could talk and laugh with. Now, she seeks the appeal and interest of bold and brash alpha males; those determined by society to be the most worthy of claim. Just as Chione does. Her interest in reading was dampened before it could mature, as was her passion for the temples and cultural faith.";}
#mandisa.cpdesc3:before{content:"Over the last few years, Mandisa has chipped away at what it means to be herself and is working hard to attract the right mate and the right companions by being all that she thinks a woman of K'm't should be. But her ignorance is a common point of worrisome folly. Playing on her good looks, Mandisa has all the skills to lure a man into her web but, at her core, she would not have the confidence or knowledge to know what to do with one once she had them there. Instead, she works to spread her own rumours, exaggerating her experience beyond her virginal state and ensuring that all who come into her orbit - male or female - are aware of just how desirable she is... She just hopes that no-one will catch her in her lies before she is secure and married - to a man deemed worthy by her father, siblings and upper society, of course...";}
#marcellus.cpname:before{content:"Marcellus Lex Nobilis Remusi";}
#marcellus.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Imperia Marcellus Lex Nobilis Remusi, Birthed Heir of Lord Alecco Lex Nobilis Remusi and Evadne of Macenni, Senator of Roma";}
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#marcellus.cpdesc1:before,#marcellus .cpdesc1:before{content:"Marcellus and his brother Lucius hold a unique position in the Romani Parliamentum. Not only are they the youngest leaders of a Nobilis House, but they occupy this position of authority together. At Marcellus' insistence, and the Parliamentum's special allowance, the brothers are counted as a single Imperia Nobilis. Both are permitted to attend sessions and they cast a single vote together. As for the ruling of the House itself, the brothers divvy the duties according to their strengths and betterments: Marcellus handles judiciary matters, military and agricultural concerns. Lucius sees to the maritime trade, immigration and temples. Such a solid fraternity might be rare in the Romani Court but when considering the boys' family history it is far from surprising...";}
#marcellus.cpdesc2:before{content:"Growing up, Marcellus and Lucius were incredibly close. Not only were they the only children born to Alecco Lex Nobilis Remusi and his wife Evadne, but they were near in age and alike in temperament. Devoted to their father and doted on by their mother, the brothers' childhood was a happy one, despite the loss of a beloved grandmother when Marcellus was eleven. From then onwards, the Remusi House seemed tainted by sorrow, unable to wash themselves free of tragedy...";}
#marcellus.cpdesc3:before{content:"First in 992 BC, three years before the loss of Grandmother Heleni, Marcellus's uncle passed away, bringing his widow Helvia and the brothers' cousin Hadrian into the Remusi household. The death itself was not a trauma to the boys, as their father had not spoken to his sibling for many years. Marcellus was ignorant to the cause of the rift between his father and uncle, but trusted in his sire's judgment: if Uncle Hadrianus was not to be welcomed, then that was all the boys needed to know. His son however... Well, it was hard to like a young boy so insistent on his father's holiness. Every preaching praise Hadian lavished on his father's memory, felt like a barb against the man who had shunned him from the family home. Marcellus and Lucius were slow to befriend a boy who criticised their parent so severely, no matter allowances for grief. Hadrian became a bug bear; an unlikable cousin that only familial duty and their aunt's orders could force them to play with. Marcellus's opinion of Hadrian has not improved over the years.";}
#marcellus.cpdesc4:before{content:"Four years after their uncle was sent to the underworld so too did their mother follow. Realising that he could not live in the outlying Remusi lands, alone with his brother's widow, Alecco moved his family to the Roma capital. There, he gifted Helvia and Hadrian a private wing in the much larger central family estate. He also permitted Marcellus to enlist in the military as he himself had done at the same age. At only twelve years old, Marcellus found himself amongst soldiers. Still grieving the loss of his mother, the militia provided Marcellus with structure, purpose and courage. He fell in love with the life of a soldier and worked hard and diligently. He send regular letters home, encouraging Lucius with his lessons and sending his salary home to their father, despite Alecco's insistence that this was not necessary. Marcellus had already stepped into a protective and providing frame of mind where his family was concerned; an instinct that would only grow over time. On the day Marcellus was appointed to the rank of Centurion, he received a letter from Lucius saying that their father was sick.";}
#marcellus.cpdesc5:before{content:"Despite hiring the fastest horses and barely sleeping as he rushed south, Marcellus was not in time to see his father again alive. At nineteen, he arrived at the family home as its new leader. With the support of Alecco's closest friend Domicus Nobilis Evander, Marcellus was able to set the family affairs in order and make arrangements to continue his service without the Remusi assets depleting. He was also vehement that Lucius continued his studies in academia. He could not bear the thought of his last beloved relative risking his life. Lucius, however, had other plans. Like his brother before him, he sought to drown his sorrow in the action of the battlefield. Marcellus was able to delay this decision for a year but no more. Lucius joined the ranks of the Romani army at seventeen.";}
#marcellus.cpdesc6:before{content:"Both brothers have continued to actively serve in the militia ever since, using a series of trusted stewards and aides to handle matters in the eastern Remusi territories. When they do return home, it is usually to the capital, to fulfill their duties as Imperia Nobilis. Occasionally, this brings them together, but most often, they take it in turns to return south. For the rest of the year, the brothers spend their days serving under or alongside the commanders of the Viatrix, keeping the Romani's northern borders protected from the celts. Whether standing as brothers in arms or serving on separate battlefields, Marcellus and Lucius keep in frequent communication, sending almost daily letters and ensuring they never lose touch. Lucius was the first to rush to Marcellus's bedside when a military accident left him unable to walk eighteen months ago. This interruption to an otherwise glowing career was Marcellus's only time away from the front lines since he was twelve years old.";}
#marcellus.cpdesc7:before{content:"Like his brother, Marcellus is courageous and responsible. He might take the lives of his enemies with pride but Marcellus is equally committed to protecting the lives of his allies. To that end, his personal interest in the military has always been towards invention and improvement. The creation of ten foot high slingshots, designed to throw rocks or flaming tar long distances. The building of moveable wooden boxes to protect a small regiment of men... The science behind a special black powder that explodes when touched by flame. It was a crate of this powder that exploded on Marcellus as he was commanding its shipment across a valley gorge. Lanced through multiple pieces of the wooden crate it was contained within, Marcellus now bears ugly puncture scars across his chest, groin and upper legs. He will also, according to his physicians, be unlikely to ever father children.";}
#marcellus.cpdesc8:before{content:"It took six months for Marcellus to walk again. Nearly a year for him to ride a horse. And he still experiences great pain from the vibrations of a chariot under foot. Not to mention the ugly aesthetics of a man caught in a burning explosion. When clothed, there is little evidence of Marcellus's trauma. But the skin beneath has made the once confident and charismatic Marcellus gun-shy to let another woman into his bed.";}
#marietta.cpname:before{content:"Marietta of Antonis";}
#marietta.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Marietta of Dynasteía Antonis, Birthed Daughter of Lord Alehandros of Dynasteía Antonis and Lady Sotiria of Dynasteía Antonis, Courtier of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#marietta.cpdesc1:before,#marietta .cpdesc1:before{content:"Born just a year behind her vibrant and dominating eldest sister, it seemed inevitable that Marietta would retire into Sanasa's shadow and never reappear. In their youth, this was perhaps true. A shy and cowardly child, Marietta suffered a nervous disposition that could only go unnoticed if she became a co-conspirator in Sanasa's adventures. Playing second fiddle allowed Marietta a borrowed impression of confidence that she wore as a mask, to hide her moments of fear and anxiety. Behind this mask, however, her quieter nature was gradually pulled from timidity into a mature and elegant self-containment that has turned Marietta into a lady of refinement.";}
#marietta.cpdesc2:before{content:"In their game-play as children Marietta was, by virtue of birth, always appointed second-in-command of Sanasa's adventures. Loyalty to her eldest younger sibling forever overshadowed Marietta's quieter disposition in Sanasa's eyes. Marietta was first mate aboard their imaginary ships, the queen to Sanasa's king and the lieutenant to her general. Their young siblings were appointed less desirable roles in the stories. Inevitably, as Sanasa led the charge, Marietta adopted the role of mediator and soother of tantrums. Now, she carries these skills into a caring and empathetic nature that endears her to all who know her.";}
#marietta.cpdesc3:before{content:"As the years passed from infancy into adulthood, Marietta's passion turned to more autonomous pursuits: that of music and literature. At present, her chambers are either filled with the sound of the lyre or harp, both of which she has come to play with complete mastery. The absolute silence is a tell-tale sign that she is four hours deep in a favourite parchment or one of the rare and beloved tomes her father carries back from the capital each month.";}
#marietta.cpdesc4:before{content:"Despite growing beyond the confines of the fearful child she once was, Marietta's secluding pastimes have caused an element of anxiety to return to her world. Especially now that her mother is determined to see either herself or Sanasa married as soon as possible. Though she is mature of mind, thoughtful in emotion and finely intelligent, none of these attributes are on show when Marietta is presented before strangers. Social anxiety rises, her palms sweat and she stumbles over her words (if she can get them out at all). Between Sanasa's deliberate riling of her suitors and Marietta's inability to form simple sentences, Sotiria is at her wits end on just how to secure prospects for her eldest children before the confident Evi and adored Hebe become old enough to supersede their chances. Which, of course, only adds a level of pressure and potential shame upon the nervous Marietta...";}
#marina.cpname:before{content:"Marina of Venici";}
#marina.cptitle:before{content:"Marina of Venici, Citizen of Roma";}
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#marina.cpdesc1:before,#marina .cpdesc1:before{content:"Marina is a woman of halfs. Her world has always felt divided, with a foot either side and her own will rendered obsolete by social convention. Regardless of her skills as a translator and linguist, or her talent atop a horse, Marina is trapped in the in-between and has grown wild and stubborn, desperate to establish her own identity despite the rules and restrictions that remind her repeatedly that she is, in fact, nothing.";}
#marina.cpdesc2:before{content:"Firstly, Marina is the daughter of royal blood. Her mother was of the Cannae family, inheriting a legacy of kings and queens. Her father was a mere crafter of fine goods. Ophelius and Hera first met as teenagers, fell in love at first sight and became drunk on the exaltation of forbidden romance. The affair was over before it could begin, however, when Ophelius' father demanded he return home from the arts academy in the western Cannae provinces to marry a profitable and realistic bride. Recognising that he would never be permitted Hera's hand, Ophelius obeyed, returning to Venici to marry Titania. It would take only four years for Ophelius to be widowed and the young lovers to reunite. The cost, however, was Hera's legacy. Exiled from the Cannae registry for her elopement, Hera might have bestowed her daughter with royal blood but not the title to go with it. Marina is therefore both a part of, and exiled from, a world of sterling power she can never touch.";}
#marina.cpdesc3:before{content:"Then there was Portia. Her half sister from Ophelius's first marriage, Portia grew up with a romantic image of her mother through only letters and songs. When one such letter revealed that Titania had taken her own life, heartbroken that her husband loved another, Portia distanced herself from the woman who caused her mother's demise. Marina therefore has a sister and yet does not. Despite Marina's mother winning out in the wife-game, Portia was the world champion of the daughter-olympics. Smart and skillful, she was a quick study at the family trade, diligent and comely. She cooked for their father, made peace with his tradesmen and was always a shining example of grace and elegance, despite her lower stature in life. Marina was not. The only one in the family to bear a darker complexion, Marina grew up awkwardly and out of sorts. A little clumsy and uncoordinated, it wasn't until her twenties that anyone began to call her beautiful. By then, her reputation as a mismatch was firmly cemented and had already sent her down the rebellious route of finding peace in the heady haze of opium pipes.";}
#marina.cpdesc4:before{content:"In present times, one final irony now stares Marina in the face daily. Whilst she is the sister who could claim royal blood, it is Portia who has managed to marry into nobility. As it was their father's dying wish that Portia take care of Marina after his passing, Marina has been forced to live with the Netunos, playing witness to her sister's privilege and trying to find a little peace in life through service to the local temples. The only upside? Rufus' brother Romulus is finally home from his ambassadorial duties and is just as fine as Marina remembers. Better yet, if Romulus's diplomatic skills can be put to good use the pair of them might be able to strike a bargain. Marina's hand in marriage, for Romulus convincing Caesar Lex Regnum Cannae to reinstate her mother to the family order. After all, who wouldn't want to marry a princess?";}
#maris.cpname:before{content:"Maris Vigidottir";}
#maris.cptitle:before{content:"Her Einvalds, Kónungrdottir Maris Vigidottir of the Firetongues Ostmaðr, Birthed Daughter of Kónungrson Vigir Rokson of the Firetongues Ostmaðr and Eiginkona Dagny, Royal of Ostjorð";}
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#maris.cpdesc1:before,#maris .cpdesc1:before{content:"Maris desperately wants to be brave. She truly does. Her mother is a regal queen of the Firetongue people, and a shieldmaiden. Her father is well respected as a warrior and holds his dignity even under the criticisms of other clans. To her, Maris’ parents are role models to be honoured and shown respect by her own achievements. She is a product of them, and must behave as such.";}
#maris.cpdesc2:before{content:"If only she could stop the shaking.";}
#maris.cpdesc3:before{content:"Warm-hearted, naturally shy and reasonably intelligent, Maris doesn’t truly excel in anything. Not combat, not language, not lessons. She is, in the eyes of most, the epitome of mediocre. To make matters worse, severe issues with anxiety have Maris shaking, sweating and stuttering under pressure. When amongst just her family or her closest friends, Maris is joyful, relaxed and even a little bit adventurous. But in official social gatherings she trips over her words, stumbles over her own feet and is never in the right place at the right time. When training alone, Maris is skilled with a bow and actually quite good at throwing small daggers. But present her with a combat situation and she shakes all over.";}
#maris.cpdesc4:before{content:"Such reactions are all the more severe if Maris’ parents are in attendance. So desperate to do well in their eyes, the pressure Maris places on herself has the opposite effect and she is forever messing up in front of the two people she most longs to impress. To make matters worse, Maris is starting to realise that she has a distinct lack of interest in men, preferring the romantic company of girls. As marriage is perhaps the only way Maris can ever hope to successfully play her role as daughter of the kónungr, she is repressing these emotions best she can, denying who she is in favour of who she wants to be. Only one seems to be slowly breaking through her fears… Sunae Vragittir.";}
#marisa.cpname:before{content:"Marisa of Eliades";}
#marisa.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Marisa of Dynasteía Eliades, Birthed Daughter of Lord Nikolias of Dynasteía Condos and Lady Olivia of Dynasteía Condos, Courtier of Colchis, Hellas";}
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#marisa.cpdesc1:before,#marisa .cpdesc1:before{content:"Though of high class, Marisa was born primarily to a family of traders. Merchants first and nobility second, the Condos take great pride in their status as a family of royal-blood but no more so than in their success with the almighty drachmae. Producers and sellers of the finest wines in Hellas, the Condos also hold positions of majority in the flower trade, in the sale of timber and are attempting to work a small position in the horseflesh market. With a powerful, profitable arm already in play with their vines, the Condos have, over the last few decades, worked to diversify their yield. And it was in this trade-focused environment that Marisa grew up.";}
#marisa.cpdesc2:before{content:"Whilst other children learned their colours and their animal noises, Marisa learned the different coins, which was worth more and how to ensure you always had the most gold in your pocket. This knowledge came, not from indoctrination, but simply through exposure as Nikolias of Condos, a dedicated family man, conducted vast numbers of his business meetings in the family home. As she grew, Marisa's understanding of money became more diverse and complex. Rather than growing greedy, she grew knowledgeable; an authority in trading networks and economics. This naturally led to her exploration of politics.";}
#marisa.cpdesc3:before{content:"By the time Marisa was in her mid-20s, she was a vibrant, well-spoken and beautiful woman, known to have a good head on her shoulders and more than a little wit between the ears. What's more, she was mature, diplomatic, and comported herself as her mother had always taught her, with the grace of a queen. It then stood to reason that Marisa would soon be given an offer of marriage from a prince. Although most of this opinion had their expectant gaze upon Zacharias of Mikaelidas, it was from Colchis that such an invitation eventually came. And Marisa obeyed.";}
#marisa.cpdesc4:before{content:"The idea of marrying the crown prince of Colchis was not a displeasing prospect. With a comprehension of the value of things came the understanding that, as a woman, Marisa was (in some ways) to be viewed as a thing. She, and her future marriage, held both political and economic value to two families. And it didn't phase her to be treated as such. This was the way of the world, and if she played it well, she could secure for herself a happy and invigorating life. She, therefore, set foot on Colchian shores with every optimistic intention for her union with Vangelis of Kotas. Until she met Photis of Eliades.";}
#marisa.cpdesc5:before{content:"Not usually a woman to place passion over position, Marisa was blown away by her feelings for the handsome soldier. And even more intrigued as she discovered him to hold a singular and unique position in the Colchian upper echelons. Their romance was as whirlwind as it was unacceptable and, though their drama came to a quiet and peaceful close, Marisa is thankful for those wild and exciting days. Now, she settles down to a life of comfort with the man she loves, never feeling that she has missed out in her youth. She supports her mother-in-law as if they are blooded kin. She debates fervently with her father-in-law over matters of philosophy and finance. She adores her husband, dotes on her children and works hard to befriend a sister and brother-in-law that seem determined to wander their own paths. The question now, of course, is just what catastrophe is waiting for Marisa around the corner. For, surely, the Fates cannot be this kind forever…?";}
#marius.cpname:before{content:"Marius Regnum Veneti";}
#marius.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Marius Regnum Veneti, Senator of Roma";}
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#marius.cpdesc1:before,#marius .cpdesc1:before{content:"Marius grew up with nothing. Not prestige, not power. Not even food in his belly some winters. Growing up without a father and mother who suffered from crippling arthritis, it was made clear from the beginning that a roof over his head was a privilege and bread on his plate a luxury. For years, Marius worked as a messenger boy, a street sweeper, a child groom for the local horses. No task was too lowly, no profession too shameful if it put coin in his pocket and food to his tongue.";}
#marius.cpdesc2:before{content:"At fourteen, Marius was tall enough and strong enough to claim a new occupation in a brothel in the capital: a male whore for female clientele. As it turned out, the underworld of sex workers is a fine training ground for the twisted games of the political sphere. No tactics were out of bounds, no manipulations too cruel if one was to secure the finest clients. There was no depravity to which Marius would not sink. What was his body to him? Something to feed, to keep warm and to cart around with him like a burdensome debt. Let others have it. He would look to the future. When he could cloth that same skin in finery and gorge himself on the fruits of his own labour. Then his body would be his again. Then it would fit his soul. For Marius always knew he was meant for better. Better than the life of a scavenger. Better than the world of a whore.";}
#marius.cpdesc3:before{content:"Working his way into a brothel popular with the capital's most powerful and influential, Marius began to trade in more than just skin and favours. He dealt in knowledge. Secrets and whispers were his currency and gold his going fare. After twenty years upon his back, Marius would soon stand tall. For he now, through loose lips and sheer coincidence, possessed the finest of all treasures: the truth behind the death of Paulus Regnum Veneti.";}
#marius.cpdesc4:before{content:"Using this privileged information was a given but had to be executed with care. Seeking out the powerful Octavia Lex Regnum Veneti was no small task. Convincing her of the witness he had locked away was a further challenge. But, eventually, the chips fell in his favour and Marius could state his terms: Octavia was to marry him, elevating a common whore to the highest rank of nobility with a single vow. He was also to be given the role of Magister in the Parliamentum. And he would reside in her home, despite Octavia's live-in lover. To that end, Aemiliana would be relegated to the guest quarters and he would take his rightful place in Octavia's bed. To renege on any of these demands would bring criminal charges of murder to Octavia's door, destroy her family line and leave her daughters without a guardian. Octavia had no choice and Marius had his dream.";}
#marius.cpdesc5:before{content:"Now, newly wed to the finest woman in the land, Marius takes great joy in subjugating the goddess-like Octavia in bed. Suffering at the demanding hands of women in the brothels, Marius' misogyny finds great peace in bringing his new wife to heel. And joy of joys... now her daughter is simpering for his attention...";}
#marluna.cpname:before{content:"Marluna al'Noakko";}
#marluna.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Marluna of Bêl' Noakko, Courtier of Assyria";}
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#marluna.cpdesc1:before,#marluna .cpdesc1:before{content:"Marluna has little knowledge of her early years and even less of her birth parents. Raised by an old woman whose kind heart saw her taking local orphans into her home, Marluna's first memories are of difference. Of being abhorred. Despite the old woman's compassion, Marluna was a strange child that did not inspire the friendship of others. It is hard to form companionship with others, after all, when one is more fascinated with pulling the wings from butterflies or watching local strays almost drown in the river. While the other children played games and sang songs, Marluna toyed with fire and enjoyed being alone, outside and in the dark. She was a bizarre girl who grew into a frightening woman and, as soon as she was old enough to fend for herself, she was turned away from the homestead and her pseudo-siblings, all of whom had grown to fear her.";}
#marluna.cpdesc2:before{content:"At twelve years old, she was left alone in the world, without education, literacy or anything beyond an unyielding desire to survive. She ate from refuse piles, drank dirty water from the riverbed and gave up bathing. She refused to move when she was shooed away from fine homes and she was arrested on numerous occasions. Only once did such a noble lady stop, pause and consider the scrappy urchin hidden in her gardens. Qaileet al'Noakko had been widowed just a few years before and had the grand estate to herself. Upon witnessing Marluna's quick wit, creative survival instincts and her genuine distaste for humanity, Qaileet was quick to scent opportunity.";}
#marluna.cpdesc3:before{content:"Whilst the old woman and her house of snivelling children had not been Marluna's ideal home, it had at least borne in her a need to find one; a desire to be free to be her cantankerous, crazy self. The lady Qaileet gave her this. And so much more. Knowledge, power, the reading of the stars, tea leaves and potions. Marluna soon grew well known as an apothecary and pseudo-oracle. She heard voices, spoke in strange tongues and would randomly fit as her eyes rolled back into her head.";}
#marluna.cpdesc4:before{content:"Not even Qaileet knows just how much of Marluna's otherworldly behaviours are mere performance. Is this dirty orphan, now a finely featured lady, truly a speaker of the Gods? Is she truly touched with divine insanity? Or is she simply what she has always been known to be: a creepily quiet sociopath with a penchant for lighting things on fire?";}
#marunassar.cpname:before{content:"Marunassar of Babylon";}
#marunassar.cptitle:before{content:"Marunassar of Babylon, Militant of Babylonia";}
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#marunassar.cpdesc1:before,#marunassar .cpdesc1:before{content:"Marunassar’s life has been one of expectations: those assigned to him, but also those he places on himself. Barely a toddler when his mother and would-be sibling passed away, the only parent Marunassar has ever known is his father Hamsiru. His sire rapidly became the focus of Marunassar’s life and he holds his father in great respect and esteem. Entertained as a child and then as a young man by stories of his father's career in the Enforcers, it never occurred to the son to do anything but follow in his father's footsteps and become a defender of Babylon.";}
#marunassar.cpdesc2:before{content:"Training was rough for Marunassar. Gossip of favouritism is a foregone conclusion when your father leads your militia. But, in reality, Hamsiru showed no such favour. In fact, he was often harder upon his son than anyone else. Paternal love and the fear of his only son meeting the bloody end of an invading sword had Hamsiru narrowing down on Marunassar's training above anyone else's. Hamsiru’s expectations meant that Marunassar often appeared to be lagging behind his peers, even as he privately excelled. While he has managed to make it through the training and is now a qualified enforcer, Marunassar finds that Hamsiru often assigns him to posts where there is little danger, a gesture he appreciates but resents in equal measure.";}
#marunassar.cpdesc3:before{content:"Marunassar is intelligent like his father but more creative than Hamsiru and often has outlandish ideas on protocol for training and fighting, particularly for the riverways of the city as Marunassar has always been fascinated by water power and the flow of currents. Not yet confident in his theories to voice them, Marunassar's concepts remain tucked away in a private ledger as he continues to study the water and the way passing boats might be used in defence of the city.";}
#marunassar.cpdesc4:before{content:"In this way, Marunassar has existed peacefully. Until a few months ago when Marunassar was tasked with delivering a message from his father to an official in the Babylonian palace. There, just passing in a corridor he glimpsed the new queen, Zarathusa. From the moment he saw her, the exotic queen has seldom strayed from Marunassar’s thoughts. Whilst others scrutinise the young woman's usurpation of the throne, Marunassar cares nothing for her humble beginnings. Instead, it is her crown that poses the issue for a man as low-born as Marunassar. Knowing he will never be able to love the queen as an equal, Marunassar seeks every passing glance of her he can find, As the sensibility his father instilled in him battles with a youthful, romantic heart, Marunassar fantasises about what life might be like if the queen ever noticed she had an admirer...";}
#mateos.cpname:before{content:"Mateos of Antonis";}
#mateos.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Varónos Mateos of Dynasteía Antonis, Birthed Heir of Lord Lacides of Dynasteía Antonis and Marisa of Athenia, Senator of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#mateos.cpdesc1:before,#mateos .cpdesc1:before{content:"Mateos was trained by his father in more ways than one. First, as a soldier. While Mateos can handle a sword, dagger and bow as well as any man in the Antonis line, he is most quintessentially Hellenes in his true masteries: charioteering and as a spearsman. He is the epitome of an Antonis fighter; a warrior of Hellas. Secondly, following closely in his father Lacides's shadow, Mateos has built a military record even cleaner than the previous generation. He never loses. Ever. Many are beginning to claim that Mateos simply cannot lose; that Ares has blessed his efforts upon the battlefield and that he is to become Athenia's greatest asset in future warfare. Others credit the phenomena to his legacy and his experiences at his father's knee from a young age; that Mateos was simply bred for victory.";}
#mateos.cpdesc2:before{content:"Lacides equally moulded his first born son on a personal level. The father's belief in a moral scale of black and white – of right and wrong – has been taken to the nth degree by the son. Whilst his father is simply dismissive of those who fall somewhere in the greyness of life, Mateos is outright disgusted by them. As far as he is concerned, if he can hold himself to the finest of standards, so can everyone else. His devotion to honesty, integrity and effort are unshakeable and the sweat he has poured into his achievements blinds Mateos to the fact that others were not born with his privileges. Instead, his instinct is to punish and chastise those whom he feels falters through their own weakness. As it stands, Mateos' devotion to perfection is paying off, as rumours abound that his father will soon pass him the mantle of Head of Antonis House.";}
#mateos.cpdesc3:before{content:"With this mindset, Mateos is decidedly the least forgiving of his father's single mistake: his affair with a ladies maid. But to recognise his father's error would be to tarnish the man he idolises above all others. Mateos' method of defence, therefore, is to pretend it never happened. He ignores the reality of a third, illegitimate brother, literally refusing to partake in any conversation about him or the circumstances that birthed him.";}
#mateos.cpdesc4:before{content:"This, however, is true to form for Mateos, who despises gossip and idle prattle of any kind, regardless of topic. An efficient, forward-striving individual with a mind like a machine, Mateos is a workaholic dedicated to the military field. Personal relationships, politics, marriage... everything beyond the field of battle is without interest to him. Everything is literal and practical, or not at all. In a future millenia, Mateos might have been diagnosed with high-functioning autism or elements of the sociopathic. He might also, in a more open time, have noticed that his disinterest in romance might in fact stem from a preference for his own gender...";}
#matthias.cpname:before{content:"Matthias of Isaac";}
#matthias.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Matthias of Isaac, Birthed Heir of Isaac of Gurion and Elena of Keren, Courtier of Phoenicia";}
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#matthias.cpdesc1:before,#matthias .cpdesc1:before{content:"Matthias never knew his mother, nor his aunt, nor his grandmother. When a disease, brought in the lungs of a Remetch'kmt soldier, stole the Azari women, and hundreds of others, from the Israeli lands, Matthias was barely old enough to hold up his own head. But, for many years, Matthias did not feel deprived. With a wet nurse for his feedings and slaves for his nurturing, there were plenty of feminine influences in his life, even if his blood kin was almost exclusively male.";}
#matthias.cpdesc2:before{content:"Whilst Matthias' childhood was happy, a permanent mother cannot truly be replaced with a changing cycle of slaves and servants. Now, as an adult, this poor substitution is starting to show its effects. Matthias avoids commitment to every degree: in relationships, in learning pursuits, in tasks or occupations. He does not like emotional connection and he runs from vulnerability. More concerningly, he loathes to be physically touched, particularly by women. There has been only one constant in Matthias' life, one exception to his touch rule and one tempering element standing against the damage that can be done to a motherless child: Tzeevah.";}
#matthias.cpdesc3:before{content:"Matthias has no memory of Tzeevah in which she was not old and wizened, her face a swirl of friendly wrinkles, half her back teeth missing from my mouth and her eyes a twinkling blue. She was a sweet woman, who spoke little but her rare words were always accompanied by her hands. She told stories with her fingers, disciplined him with the back of her knuckles and affectionately nudged his chin with her thumb. For Matthias only, Tzeevah took the place of all three lost Azari women: mother, aunt and grandmother. Six months ago, she was killed, falling beneath the wheels of a Hellenes chariot.";}
#matthias.cpdesc4:before{content:"As Tzeevah was a slave, compensation was arranged and apologies made with quick efficiency. Her death had been a true accident, and evoked real contrition on the part of the Hellenic soldiers residing in Israel. But, to Matthias, it was more than this. Tzeevah's death was the most recent - the most real - tragedy caused by the war with K'm't. Had the Pharaoh never sent his forces decades ago, there would be no soldiers, no chariots, in Israel now. For the last six months, his uncle's words of vitriol and disdain have taken on a new meaning for Matthias. His grief for Tzeevah is being misdirected into hating the Hellenes, hating the Remetch'kmt, hating all those who see glory in subjecting others beneath their boot. Whilst his father preaches patience and kindness, Matthias burns with vengeful bile, masking his dark thoughts with a friendly face but secretly afraid to reach out and touch or connect with anyone.";}
#meena.cpname:before{content:"Meena of Vasiliádon";}
#meena.cptitle:before{content:"Meena of Vasiliádon, Citizen of Taengea, Hellas";}
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#meena.cpdesc1:before,#meena .cpdesc1:before{content:"Growing up with (in her opinion) very little, Meena knows exactly how to get what she wants. The daughter of a middle-class tradesman, Meena learned from a young age that every circumstance, every trade and every person comes with a price. One simply has to find the right leverage. Winning her way into the friendship of several ladies above her station, Meena worked her way into the Courtly circles of Taengean society and has now secured her place as the long-term mistress of one of the most powerful men in the kingdom.";}
#meena.cpdesc2:before{content:"Before Irakles, Meena had many lovers, each with their own wants and desires. To meet every expectation, please every connection, and achieve greatness for herself, Meena learned how to simper, swoon and seduce. By the time she met Irakles of Mikaelidas, brother to the king, she was a master of manipulation: particularly of men. Now, it is an open secret in the Court and Senate that Meena has her lover wrapped around her little finger. If one seeks something from Irakles, they have only to go through Meena. Meena for her part, is smart enough to ensure that such negotiations elevate her personal status, beyond her connection to Irakles.";}
#meena.cpdesc3:before{content:"Though her lover is married, Meena has managed to convince the man to move his wife to a separate estate in the Mikaelidas lands and have herself placed in the spousal chambers. For all intents and purposes she is now recognised as Irakles's singular companion and has been so for over ten years. As she ages and her beauty is beginning to fade, Meena has ensured that she holds other means of sway over her lover and has maintained his obsession with her. One means of doing this was to birth him children. Though disappointed that one is not a son, both of Meena's daughters are a soft-spot for Irakles who would gladly send his sons to war but has been unable to bear ill-will upon his female offspring.";}
#meena.cpdesc4:before{content:"Another method of holding Irakles in sway was to befriend his connections. As Irakles is best friends with the Lord of House Leventi, Fotios, Meena has made a point to reinforce a connection with Fotios's wife, Eirini. As both are crafty women who came from far lesser worlds, the two have forged a genuine bond of friendship and now rule the Court as two queen bees in a hive. To maintain this social position, Meena has attempted to forge her daughters in her image and although Sara is a lost cause in social arenas, Tasia is showing great promise...";}
#mejdan.cpname:before{content:"Mejdan of the Mekaki";}
#mejdan.cptitle:before{content:"His Greatness, Leier Mejdan of the Mekaki Gesin, Birthed Son of Leierseun Mepaka of the Mekaki Gesin and Samira of the Mekaki Gesin, Royal of Bedoa’mt";}
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#mejdan.cpdesc1:before,#mejdan .cpdesc1:before{content:"The leier of the Mekaki tribe, Mejdan is a surprisingly quiet man. As his first wife, Safara, has a commanding and intelligent way about her and his own lips remain shut, one might be foolish enough to assume that his counterpart is in charge. Mejdan, however, is a thoughtful, considerate and almost scarily intelligent individual who knows the value of allowing everyone else to talk, if it brings them to his preferred conclusion or hangs them with their own incompetence. Mejdan is well aware that when his words make up the barest minority in the royal tent, they are given a greater grandeur and attention. This is a man not to be underestimated by any stretch of the imagination and he will use every opportunity he can to encourage others to do so, adopting a cool and quiet persona that does not quite match the sharp clarity of his gaze.";}
#mejdan.cpdesc2:before{content:"To match his thoughtful temperament, Mejdan is calculating and clinical. He is not proud and will honestly and objectively consider all angles of a discussion. But he will always come to the most efficient conclusion, regardless of human investment. He has no qualms ordering the deaths of traitors or sending back the heads of messengers when negotiations do not please, provided those choices garner the greatest benefit for his people. As the Mekaki are the largest of the gesin tribes and the least nomadic in their lifestyle, Mejdan has territorial assets to protect and added clout behind his rulings. He is greatly proud of the man his son has become but often worries that such a heavy burden, and the callous choices necessary for such a role will not suit Siyabonga’s idealism.";}
#mejdan.cpdesc3:before{content:"As the years have shown no improvement in Siyabonga’s optimistic charm and Mejdan has yet to be given a grandson by his line, the leier himself has taken on a second, younger wife, from whom he might beget a more fitting son and heir or, at least, a second to support Siyabonga in his duties. Luckily for Mejdan, his first wife is suited to his manner of rule by seeing the gains in such a union. Or, at least, that is how it seems to the king of the Mekaki…";}
#melina.cpname:before{content:"Melina of Leventi";}
#melina.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Melina of Dynasteía Leventi, Birthed Daughter of Lord Fotios of Dynasteía Leventi and Eirini of Vasiliádon, Courtier of Taengea, Hellas";}
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#melina.cpdesc1:before,#melina .cpdesc1:before{content:"Raised in a family of big ambitions and large personalities, Melina has naturally slipped to the background of the Leventi family portrait. Less shy than she is simply quiet, Melina enjoys observing the lives of others than she does actively participating. A deep lover of stories, books and information, Melina's happiest haven is lost in her father's library, pouring over documents both dry and vibrant. As a Leventi, she naturally loves to ride, taking her reading material out into the sunshine on fine days.";}
#melina.cpdesc2:before{content:"To say that Melina is satisfied with the quiet life she enjoys, however, would be only half the tale. From a young age, Melina has idolised her mother's social skill and vivid lifestyle. Upon considering her own reflection, Melina feels only self-deprecating loss that she was not given the sensual good looks of her mother and older sister. And yet, on bolder days, she secretly dresses in glamorous gowns or pilfers from her mothers stash of powders and oils to improve her visage. Only for herself, of course. Such moments of dress up are Melina's private dalliance. In public, she prefers the safer pastels and muted tones that allow her to comfortably take her role in the corner of life.";}
#melina.cpdesc3:before{content:"When it comes to her family, Melina possesses the natural desire of all children —to please her parents and bond with her sisters. Empathetic and kind, Melina overlooks Dafni's selfishness and longs for Agape's confident wit. She plays a mediator where she can and soothes wounded feelings after the fact. With her cousins, Melina is perhaps the most popular of her siblings, simply because she is such pleasant company. Melina enjoys a close friendship with Selene and Evangelina. Yet both exude talents that, once again, bring Melina's insecurities to the surface if she is in their company for too long. These insecurities often manifest in obsessive compulsive habits that Melina keeps very private and hidden. She’ll correct placements at the table, tidy books on a shelf and count her own steps when feeling stressed. But she knows such habits (still growing in number) are odd and she does all that she can to keep them private. Obsessive behaviour, after all, is surely a symptom of lacking self-discipline? It is in these moments, when she is at an utter loss and feeling of little help or use to her family or their trials that Melina secrets herself away with a book and pretends the drama circling the Leventi name does not exist.";}
#melokuhle.cpname:before{content:"Melokuhle of the Nubi";}
#melokuhle.cptitle:before{content:"His Greatness, Leierseun Melokuhle of the Nubi Gesin, Birthed Son of Leierseun Otiambo of the Nubi Gesin and Ekundayo of the Nubi Gesin, Royal of Bedoa’mt";}
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#melokuhle.cpdesc1:before,#melokuhle .cpdesc1:before{content:"Calm and thoughtful, Melokuhle is a well-trained fighter like his brother but would far rather make peace than war. With an instinctive propensity for listening and understanding, Melokuhle is well-respected by half the Nubi tribe for his wisdom but chastised by the other as the weaker of his father’s heirs. His father stands firmly in the former camp. Rumours are milling that it is to Melokuhle that Otiambo will give his mantle of leadership. But Melokuhle is more aware than anyone how such an insult will be borne by his older brother. Instead, this temperate and generous man would rather focus on his young daughter.";}
#melokuhle.cpdesc2:before{content:"This 'weakness' that many in the tribe see was first spawned ten years ago when a beautiful woman by the name of Jahzi sought shelter with the Nubi people, during a stop at the Western Port. In the year she travelled with them, Melokuhle fell into a hopeless love that he believed to be mutual. He intended Jahzi for his wife. Jahzi refused under claims that, as a stranger, she would not wish his reputation to suffer with a wife such as she. Biding his second chance to ask for her hand, Melokuhle was convinced of their affection enough to take Jahzi into his home and, not long after, a child was born.";}
#melokuhle.cpdesc3:before{content:"That same night, Jahzi disappeared from the tribe. Melokuhle was presented with his daughter, fresh from her birth, and informed that the woman he was now determined to marry, his reputation be damned, was taking rest. The next morning, he found her gone from their home.";}
#melokuhle.cpdesc4:before{content:"As the years have gone by, Melokuhle has held to fantasies that even he does not truly believe: Jahzi was kidnapped; she was forced to leave via blackmail or coercion. It has taken him over a decade to rewrite a history so full of love into one tainted with suspicion and confusion. His unyielding hope has made it impossible for Melokuhle to fall in love again and his daughter remains motherless. Not that she seems less for it, bending every doting male in the household to her every whim.";}
#melokuhle.cpdesc5:before{content:"To Melokuhle, family is everything. But duty to one’s tribe is a close second. What are the people of your own gesin if not extended family, after all? His beliefs and allegiances are therefore coming into conflict by recent rumour that Otiambo is determined to see a peace-monger in the seat of leier. This decision will tear deeply into a fraternal bond that has endured strong since the boys' childhood. Just how will Melokuhle navigate everyone's wishes and needs? Will Jahzi ever return? And will Melokuhle ever come to learn that his beautiful daughter Luthando had a twin?";}
#merit.cpname:before{content:"Merit Hantili";}
#merit.cptitle:before{content:"Her Highness, Hāssas Merit Hantili of the Antu' Hantili, Birthed Daughter of Merak of Kizzuwatna and Hāssas Anna Hantili of the Antu’ Hantili, Courtier of Hattusa";}
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#merit.cpdesc1:before,#merit .cpdesc1:before{content:"Growing up, Merit Hantili took great pride in her family. A large number of her childhood memories are bright with love, joy and security. Even the sorrowful loss of her father when Merit was twelve, is tempered by the warmth of extended family. Upon Merak of Kizzuwatna's death, Merit's widowed uncle relocated his sister and nieces to a house closer to the main Hantili homestead. He took care of them financially, kept them under his protection as his wards and never once saw Merit or Anya falter in their grief. Merit's cousin Turah Tepeniya inherited this guardian mentality and, though the sisters grieved their father's passing, they were never at a loss for paternal protection. Unlike many noble families, the Hantili's banded together in times of difficulty. And Merit's pride in her kin was not misplaced. Until she was of age, Merit believed her family's good name to be untouchable...";}
#merit.cpdesc2:before{content:"Until 980. When Merit was twenty-two, the honourable image of the Hantilis was tainted. Rumours began to spiral over just how close her mother and uncle were consoling one another in their widowed states. Scandal breeds interest and interest snowballs into an even greater scandal. Soon, the Hantili's could not hold their heads up at social functions, could not make comment in the Council of Ministers without whispers and suspicion following in their wake. Eventually matters came to a head and, within a few weeks of each other, Merit's mother and uncle were dead and her cousin Turah Tepeniya was head of the family. With the Suppilu's (who were kin by marriage) distancing themselves from the scandal, Merit knew that the three of them; she, her sister and Turah would stand alone against the fall out. Now was not the time for grief. But for solidarity.";}
#merit.cpdesc3:before{content:"Her cousin had the same notion but was determined to execute it differently. Shouldering the responsibility himself, Turah Tepeniya sent his cousins abroad. Arguing that they were journeying to Roma for advanced lessons in language, etiquette and diplomacy, he negotiated wardship in the Netuno family for Merit and her sister. For the last eight years, Merit has been a latin lady in Hittite clothing. She has studied and she has learned. Wickedly intelligent ever since her youth, Merit has found Roma to her liking. Not only are their libraries and schools some of the finest in the land, their cultural systems are more open to female business owners and politicians. She has made fast friends with Portia Nobilis Netuno and become a mentee to the great Octavia Lex Veneti. Yet, her heart has always remained Hittite. Every lesson, every achievement in Roma has been, in Merit's heart, a step closer to home. If she can return to Kizzuwatna accomplished and with beneficial trading connections, she can repay Turah Tepeniya for his kindness and ensure that he does not have to retain the burden of their family name solo.";}
#merit.cpdesc4:before{content:"In Roma, Merit built a small fabric business. Whilst her income cannot amount to that of a noble household, it is enough to be invested wisely and keep her comfortable for the rest of her life. Not to mention that the sheer fact of establishing a trade alone, as a woman, is an astounding feat. A successful businesswoman, Merit now returns to Hattusa only to be met with resistances she was not expecting. Not only is her cousin considering surrendering the family's noble name and refusing Merit's determination to invest her hard-earned income in the Hantili treasury but her political skills and tactical mind are also not finding a happy home in the Hittite Court.";}
#merit.cpdesc5:before{content:"Often beating her male peers to clever solutions or tactical advantages, some have rumoured Merit to be cursed by the beauty-focused Arinna. The great wife of Teshub is known for her love of all things female but great wisdom is not a talent required of the fairer sex. At least not in Arinna's eyes. So, why would she give it to such a lady as Merit? A curse, for the incestuous past of the Hantili family, perhaps; that Merit should have such intelligence and nowhere to use it? Instead of seeing her cleverness as an asset like the Romani, the Hittites fear that Merit is out of favour with the great Goddess and she is now treated with distant politeness by her peers. To add to the cracks in her reputation, Merit has begun poking her nose where it is not wanted. Determined to bring the Hantili name back to the light, Merit sees one, unexplored course of action as the most obvious: finding and exposing whoever spurred the rumours about her mother and uncle in the first place. Because they spread too fast and flamed too bright to have not been deliberately orchestrated. And Merit is determined to find just who benefited most from the rulers of Kizzuwatna falling into grotesque dishonour.";}
#merodach.cpname:before{content:"Merodach an'Balthasar";}
#merodach.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Merodach of Balthasar Bêlu, Birthed Heir of Hormizd of Sidon and Ketzi of Babylon, Courtier of Babylonia";}
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#merodach.cpdesc1:before,#merodach .cpdesc1:before{content:"The name of Balthasar is synonymous with prestige, wealth, power and ambition. Merodach embodies several such traits. He is greedy for power, hungry for approval and has a love for all things shiny and rich... Whilst he loves his father and the dignity and integrity that Hormizd encapsulates, it is his uncle that Merodach most admires, most aims to be like.";}
#merodach.cpdesc2:before{content:"As the Brothers Balthasar have always lived in the same estate, even when married to very independent wives, Merodach was educated literally side by side with his cousin Karnezk and his own brother Zaidu. The three of them grew under an umbrella of the same influences, the same lessons. It is a testament to nature over nurture that they became such unique individuals. Whilst Karnezk grew arrogant, egotistical and greedy for all that he wanted and 'deserved', Merodach had the same hunger but was left unsatisfied. For he was not the heir to the family name. No matter how hard he tried, that fact would never change. Whilst Zaidu contented himself in his own ambitions, Merodach has made it his goal to win over his uncle, to unseat his cousin and take first place in the future of his family. Whilst his father continues to advise him against this course, counselling that Merodach find happiness in a more sustainable, less aggressive ambition, Merodach will not listen.";}
#merodach.cpdesc3:before{content:"Stubbornness persists in the rest of Merodach's life, rendering him deaf, not only to others, but to his own instincts. With the ambition to eventually marry well and produce a new generation of sons to follow in his footsteps, Merodach refuses to acknowledge a quiet impulse attracting him to members of his own sex. Caring for a man, after all, is lunacy and will risk diverting him from his chosen path.";}
#merodach.cpdesc4:before{content:"To make matters more troubling, Merodach has a keen sense of observation and perception. And he knows his father better than most. Something, he is sure, is happening. Something is brewing in his father. A concern or a secret that Hormizd refuses to divulge when asked. Making Merodach all the more determined to discover it for himself.";}
#merope.cpname:before{content:"Merope of Magnemea";}
#merope.cptitle:before{content:"Merope of Magnemea, Initiate of the Cypress Sisterhood, Citizen of Colchis, Hellas";}
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#merope.cpdesc1:before,#merope .cpdesc1:before{content:"Merope was orphaned at a young age when a thief attempted to raid her father’s home. The robbery was interrupted by Merope’s mother who had heard a noise and, frightened out of his wits, the young thief attacked her to keep her from screaming. Failing to silence her in time, the woman’s cry woke the rest of the house. Finding his wife dead, Merope’s father attempted to seek justice but also fell at the thief’s hand. The entire event happened within seconds and, although the robber was not a skilled killer nor fighter, his own desperation had led to him surviving the engagement. He did not see the little Merope watching from the top of the stairs before he ran from the house, not even thinking straight enough to take that which he had come for.";}
#merope.cpdesc2:before{content:"Merope had a brother – a boy several years older than her who had been away at sea during the attack. He was unreachable for many years and Merope was left to fend for herself, falling into prostitution when she came of age. Via this line of work, Merope became pregnant by a client and, terrified that a pregnancy would result in her being unable to continue her role in the brothel (thereby cutting off her means of food and shelter) Merope sought the answer in a back-alley abortion tonic. The product she purchased, however, was cheaply made and not fit for the purpose, resulting in not only her pregnancy ending but also putting her life at risk.";}
#merope.cpdesc3:before{content:"It was during this time that Merope’s brother Alexi finally tracked her down, finding her ill and bleeding out. Going to the best source he could think of, Alexi took Merope to the Cypress Sisterhood, braving the arrows trained in his direction at the assumption that he had been the one to cause Merope’s suffering and ensuring that she was safe within the walls of the temple before he consented to letting her go. Having since recovered from her tragedy, Merope has entered into the sisterhood with the intention of becoming a midwife. With the trauma of her past still haunting her dreams, she hopes to cleanse her soul of her family’s blood and the loss of her child by living a life of servitude to others. She might not have been able to see the joy in her own pregnancy and lost child, but she hopes to find it in the lives she brings into the world with the help of the Virgin Goddess’s guiding hand.";}
#meryum.cpname:before{content:"Meryum of Hattusa";}
#meryum.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Hāssas Meryum of Hattusa, Concubine of Haiwattama Mursiliwadna, Courtier of Hattusa";}
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#meryum.cpdesc1:before,#meryum .cpdesc1:before{content:"Meryum was born to simple beginnings. Her mother was an initiate priestess in the Hattusa temple of Ishtar and her father a visiting worshipper; a shoemaker who fell hopelessly in love with the demure and elegant lady of the Goddess. Their daughter Meryum is a scholarly and nurturing soul, who prefers the company of tomes and scrolls to crowds of people but who, in smaller groups, is the sweet core of social networks, simply from the strength of her individual friendships.";}
#meryum.cpdesc2:before{content:"Once married, Meryum's mother was no longer permitted to continue her teachings in the temple. But this was a sacrifice Maliya was willing to make. For she loved her shoemaking husband and would not give him up for all the love of the Gods. Together, the pair had three children. The first was lost in childhood, the second to an accident when training for the local military regiment. Only Meryum survived into adulthood and went on to make something of her humble origins.";}
#meryum.cpdesc3:before{content:"As a child, Meryum's beauty was often commented upon. Such a sweet child. Such a lovely babe... As a young girl, a soft cuteness to her features hinted at the great beauty that was to come. When she reached maturity, Meryum was known as the prettiest girl in the locality. East of the capital, her neighbours crooned, you'd not find a more beautiful girl. It was this circulating rumour that brought a scribe of the Council to the area and Meryum was selected as part of a gift for the Tabarna's grandson - the future king of the empire. It was in the seraglio of Sunti Haiwattama that Meryum found her great love and her place in the world.";}
#meryum.cpdesc4:before{content:"Raised by parents who understood the importance of balancing selfish love with selfless duty and making careful choices between the two, Meryum learned to love a man who was married to another, especially after she lost her parents to a plaguing sickness in the capital. It was during this time that Sunti Haiwattama revealed the depth of his own affections, fearing for Meryum's health and keeping her safe within his seraglio, sending provisions and support to her parents in her stead.";}
#meryum.cpdesc5:before{content:"More than aware of the duties expected of Sunti Haiwattama, Meryum's devotion to him has remained true, despite knowing she will never be his wife. She even became close friends with Queen Akahepa over time and grieved her passing alongside Sunti. In her children with Sunti, Meryum takes great joy and supports Nidana and Kikkuru however they wish to find happiness in their lives.";}
#metheya.cpname:before{content:"Metheya Fugara";}
#metheya.cptitle:before{content:"Metheya Fugara, Illegitimate Daughter of Loufi Fugara, Fugara of Ostjorð";}
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#metheya.cpdesc1:before,#metheya .cpdesc1:before{content:"Metheya is an exotic and powerful woman within the Northriver sippe. Ever since her birth, she has garnered the attention and awe-filled interest of those she would come to call her clansmen.";}
#metheya.cpdesc2:before{content:"Metheya's mother Loufi was a white woman, originally born of Ostmadr. She arrived in the Northriver sippe, after travelling in the south, 'across the sea'. She was alone and pregnant. The child she bore - Metheya - was mixed race. With African ethnicity a rare, if not nonexistent, appearance in the Ostjord, Metheya was a spectacle to behold. As was the white woman who had birthed her. Loufi quickly became one of the Northriver people's fugara. In gratitude for the shelter and home the kónungr had given her and her child, Loufi served Oldin and his father faithfully for many decades. At their instruction, she taught her daughter Metheya everything she knew about prophecy, witchcraft and communion with the Gods.";}
#metheya.cpdesc3:before{content:"Now, after the death of her mother, Metheya is the premier sorceress in the Northriver sippe. She is a powerful lady, whose prophecies and warnings are treated as a statement of fact. Metheya will go into trances, will shake and spasm as she receives visions and can create spells and potions that everyone believes to work. There is no doubt in the powers of the fugara.";}
#metheya.cpdesc4:before{content:"To add to this prestige, Metheya is an attractive woman and, in her youth, gained the attention of the older Oldin. Though she never married the kónungr (was never asked to marry him) Metheya birthed him a daughter from their affair. Bergir is named for her father but has never been claimed by him officially. Instead, she remains at her mother's side, where she is learning to take on the rank of fugara as her mother and grandmother before her. In this, Metheya is incredibly proud of Bergir. She is less pleased with her daughter's refusal to seek paternal acceptance. On Bergir's behalf, Metheya has begun to lay hints to the kónungr that, if he continues to refute Bergir's parentage, great calamity will fall upon his people. But Bergir, in herself, couldn't care less. She is, instead, focused on building her own skills as a sorceress and developing a loving and supportive relationship with her half-brother, Reidar; the real leader of the clan";}
#metheya.cpdesc5:before{content:"For herself and her own future, Metheya wants little more than the power she already possesses. She has a fine home, good food and protection from outside forces. She loves to eat and enjoys a good feast - all of which she is always invited to. What more could she want? Only in her darkest moments does Metheya admit that her determination to see Oldin accept his child might actually be a symptom of Metheya's desire to be accepted. For a woman can only take so many decades alone without beginning to feel the pangs of loneliness.";}
#mihail.cpname:before{content:"Mihail of Thanasi";}
#mihail.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Mihail of Dynasteía Thanasi, Birthed Son of Lord Dionysios of Dynasteía Thanasi and Basilem Ulla of Dynasteía Kotas, Courtier of Colchis, Hellas";}
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#mihail.cpdesc1:before,#mihail .cpdesc1:before{content:"Mihail is decidedly more useless than his brother but don't tell him that. In his mind, Mihail occupies an important place of self, which means that he is important simply for being him. Like his sister Nethis, he has ambition. Like Thea, he swims within his own passions and deviance. From Evras, he claims the mother's gentility that he never knew as an infant. And, like his brother Dysius, he has no concept of the word 'no'. For everything should always come up 'Mihail'. In this way, Mihail is an accumulation of every trait within the Thanasi household that makes his siblings driven or engaging people and it is to this idea that he pins his own worth. What he seems to ignore is a complete lack of personal effort or application and a bone-deep sense of entitlement.";}
#mihail.cpdesc2:before{content:"Unlike his brother, as a child, Mihail never felt the need to win his father's interest. He was not given it and he did not seek it. At least, not actively. Instead, he clung to his sisters, learning the basics of herbalism from Nethis and sexual proclivities from Thea. To Evras's thigh he was often grafted when in need of childish comfort, even though she was only four years his senior. As he aged, Mihail's personality became more garish, his tastes more extreme and his interest in fashion and hedonistic pleasure the center of his universe. He developed a decent skill in archery which he believes to be masterful and a head for numbers, which he believes to be genius. Upon reaching adulthood, Mihail refused to play the game of baron, stopped attending lessons he believed he had no need for and began to spend money in earnest to fund his decadent fashionista lifestyle in which he spends plenty of time either abed or in brothels with both sexes.";}
#mihail.cpdesc3:before{content:"The only times in which Mihail seems genuinely kind and sincere is in the presence of his nephew. Perhaps this is tied to his childhood care at the hands of Evras, but Mihail dotes on Dion frequently. As Dion lives with his parents, who live with his father's family, Mihail has a severe dislike for being one of the two uncles Dion sees the least and works hard to make his time with the boy unforgettable. He also encourages Dion's emotional instability, teaching him to feel what he feels, to make no apologies and to expect the rest of the world to make allowances for his whims.";}
#mihail.cpdesc4:before{content:"In the last few months, Mihail's world has become a little less carefree. With their father slowly losing his wits, Nethis is quietly taking over the House. Part of this usurpation includes closing tight the purse-strings on Mihail's budget and expecting something from the young man in exchange for his allowance. Not to mention Dysius has now begun to earn far more as a baron than Mihail has ever been able to pocket and yet no-one seems fit to let Mihail go back on his choice not to become a baron himself. And now Zanon is cheating on Mihail's sister and talking of sending his favourite nephew into the Midas mines? Can anything else go wrong? And why do bad things only ever seem to happen to him…?";}
#mikael.cpname:before{content:"Mikael of Eliades";}
#mikael.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Mikael of Dynasteía Eliades, Birthed Son of Lord Harith of Dynasteía Eliades and Lady Ria of Dynasteía Kotas, Courtier of Colchis, Hellas";}
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#mikael.cpdesc1:before,#mikael .cpdesc1:before{content:"In a family of high achievers it’s hard being the screw up –at least that’s how Mikael sees it. Were his family to be asked, Mikael would be described as passionate, adventurous and determined. They would credit him with a canny intelligence and social cunning. They would hardly mention the drinking…";}
#mikael.cpdesc2:before{content:"Growing up, Mikael was given the same love and attention as his older siblings. He was not left out nor ostracised and Ria and Harith have always hoped they did well to show each of their children that they are adored for who they are. But as the years passed, a contradictory, subtextual message was all Mikael seems to have heard. For the Eliades, the expansion of the mind, the scholarly learning and the dignified betterment of oneself are the cornerstones of a good life. They are the pillars of belief that Mikael’s parents respected, and upon reaching adulthood, Mikael never felt that any such measurements fit with him. Preferring the outdoors, he disliked being cooped up inside to study. Without study, his mind did not grow in the way he thought he was supposed to and if one was not smart then how could they improve that without such a hated pastime as scholarly application? No, surely there was something that Mikael could find. Something in which he could excel as his brother and sister had, without conforming to something he was not?";}
#mikael.cpdesc3:before{content:"Mikael found it in the social chaos of humanity. He liked people. He liked laughing, talking, and socialising. He liked the wit and intelligence behind constructing pranks or orating jokes. Naturally quick-witted and the retainer of a limited amount of his childhood learning, Mikael enjoys being the smartest person in a room. It’s social centre and the melody to which others in his company dance.";}
#mikael.cpdesc4:before{content:"Of course, this level of carousing is hard to know when to put a stop to and now Mikael has little concept of lines of boundaries. Socialising has become drinking, joking has become gambling and flirtations have become whoring. Mikael’s world is now steeped in sin, bound by addiction, and is a constant and repetitive reminder that he had been right all along: he’s not the sort of man to belong with the dignified Eliades.";}
#milandu.cpname:before{content:"Milandu of the Mekaki";}
#milandu.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Leier’ni Milandu of the Mekaki Gesin, Royal of Bedoa’mt";}
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#milandu.cpdesc1:before,#milandu .cpdesc1:before{content:"The second wife to the Mekaki leier, Milandu is a calm and peaceful woman who believes in duty and acceptance. Between herself and Naatanii, Milandu has always been the quieter sibling and was pushed forward for wifeship by her more out-going sister. In truth, Milandu is terrified of the eerie and dominant presence of her husband and still more frightened of his fiery first wife Safara. She has every hope of finding common ground with the two but it is clear that their relationship is off to a rocky start. Whilst Mejdan believes his sister-wives to be content in the arrangement, behind closed doors Safari has made it very clear to Milandu that she is not welcome. To make matters worse, Milandu must perform the role of mhenga-sema to the people: a talent she does not believe she possesses!";}
#milandu.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a child, Milandu was a dreamer. In sleep and in waking hours. With a sickly constitution and the propensity to pass out or fall into seizures, many believed Milandu to be touched by the spirits, like her aunt. Their mhenga-sema aunt certainly encouraged this reputation. Whilst Naatanii learned to play, write and count, Milandu spent hours inside, out of the sun and out of touch with the world. She lounged in sleepiness and day-dreamed when awake. She constructed stories in her head, characters and creatures. Eventually, a few of them began to talk back to her. But this was mere silliness and Milandu thought nothing of it. When the soft voices refused to dissipate in Milandu’s adult years, she hid the phenomenon. On the odd occasion she is caught in her musings, others presume she is communing with deceased loved ones as a proper mhenga-sema should. Milandu has never had the forthrightness to correct them.";}
#milandu.cpdesc3:before{content:"Nor has Milandu ever been able to say no to her sister. In anything. Whilst other children jeered and steered clear of odd little Milandu, Naatanii was always there, a warrioress in her sisterly affection. Milandu has never doubted her nor challenged her. So, when Naatanii pushed for the mysterious young mhenga-sema to become the leier’s second wife, Milandu was the last person to disagree. Particularly when the years had made Milandu beautiful enough that men had begun overlooking her strangeness. Such attention was frightening to the introverted Milandu and marriage protected her from the unwanted advances of others.";}
#milandu.cpdesc4:before{content:"Now, however, Milandu is trapped in a web of false promises. Her husband beds her but does not love her. Her sister-wife vows to support her presence but spits venom at her in private. And the Mekaki people look to her for spiritual guidance; guidance that Milandu fears she cannot give. The whispers in her mind might truly be the spirits of their ancestors. But could they not equally be Milandu’s childhood creations, stubbornly persistent into her adulthood? And yet, if Milandu is branded a false mhenga-sema, her life will be the first to be taken, possibly followed by her beloved sister.";}
#minas.cpname:before{content:"Minas of Xanthos";}
#minas.cptitle:before{content:"His Majesty, Basileus Minas of Dynasteía Xanthos, Birthed Heir of Omiros of Arcana and Basilem Nefeli of Dynasteía Marikas, Royal of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#minas.cpdesc1:before,#minas .cpdesc1:before{content:"Assigned the king practically from birth, Minas of Xanthos has never known anything else. His life has been dictated for him based on a calculated path of what is right and true. At times, his very spirit seems branded with the word 'duty'. Such duty led Minas to an arranged marriage with the beautiful and wealthy Lucille of Leventi, sealing several trading links with the kingdom of Taengea. It led to the birth of two beautiful daughters and an affection for his wife that bloomed into genuine love. It has guided him in serving his people with benevolent and fair-mindedness.";}
#minas.cpdesc2:before{content:"Considering the politically manipulative way in which Minas' father acquired the throne for his son, the respect Minas now holds in the aristocracy says more than words can ever express for his manner of rule. Not only is he cherished by the lower classes, but the senate at large believe Minas to be a wise and honourable man; a leader of worth. Minas counts the most powerful men in the halls of power among his friends, including Lacides of Antonis and Panos of Marikas –the man who would have otherwise been king. Minas' two sisters are also married to the Heads of Houses Marikas and Stravos, giving some element of political influence throughout the wealthiest of Athenian lands.";}
#minas.cpdesc3:before{content:"If complaints are ever raised of King Minas they center on the speed of his rule. Each decision is carefully calculated, each choice discussed at length. He is not a king for the hasty, and he knows his own limitations well; his preference being to trust in the wisdom of Generals like Lord Lacides and the Masters of Law and Coin.";}
#minas.cpdesc4:before{content:"Minas' only failing as a monarch is his refusal to remarry so that a son and heir can be produced for the crown. Apparently incapable of taking another woman to his bed after the loss of his beloved Lucille, Minas would rather work to change the law of inheritance than simply sire another heir. This decision is causing chaos and strife in the Athenian political sphere, even in a land where tradition normally reigns supreme and where Minas' eldest daughter Princess Persephone is openly believed to be made of finer, wiser material than her cousin Elias of Stravos. Whether this discord in the Senate and among the lower classes can be resolved remains to be seen.";}
#morathi.cpname:before{content:"Morathi of the Rwandi";}
#morathi.cptitle:before{content:"His Greatness, Leier Morathi of the Rwandi Gesin, Birthed Heir of Leierseun Kwamiku of the Rwandi Gesin and Hekate of the Rwandi Gesin, Royal of Bedoa’mt";}
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#morathi.cpdesc1:before,#morathi .cpdesc1:before{content:"A fair-minded and self-confident man, Morathi is a great thinker and philosopher. He enjoys debating with those he respects - foremost, his first wife Durah. Surrounded by women, Morathi has great respect for both of his wives though he shares a stronger emotional and cognitive connection with Durah. His bed, on the other hand, is more often enjoyed by Farashuu. Morathi is not unaware of the tension between his spouses but he dictates such matters to be theirs to resolve. Life, in general, is content for Morathi. Though he still desires a son and heir, he focuses on the cherished daughters he’s acquired by both of his wives and the pleasant discussions and bargaining in which his gesin so excels.";}
#morathi.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a boy, Morathi knew that he would one day lead his people. Kept at the hip of a loving and educating father, Morathi learned the practices that made the Rwandi so invaluable amongst the Bedoa’mt peoples: negotiation, mediation and debate. Less afraid of the other gesins, and foreigners in general, the Rwandi have a skill for interpersonal communication and conflict resolution. They can talk war chiefs down from their fury and translate challenging emotions and heated arguments. Equally, they are shrewd negotiators and hagglers in trade. One makes very little profit when selling to a Rwandi. These skills have been lauded from afar but also hired out to other gesins when a tribe full of conflict travels near to a Rwandi settlement. For decades, the Rwandi have been the primary traders at the Western Port and along the borders of K’m’t, outstripped in trade only by the Somalu. And Morathi grew up taking great pride in the heritage he would one day be charged with protecting.";}
#morathi.cpdesc3:before{content:"Morathi’s marriage to Durah occurred early. Their union was arranged but they grew to like one another quickly and intensely. They built great respect for one another and found common ground in their desires to learn and understand; in the nuances of desire and communication. The years since have been happy ones, with Morathi and Durah a truly equal partnership in leading their people. The two daughters to bless their marriage are Bashira, in whom Morathi takes great pride, and Hanuni, the sweetest apple of his eye. For Hanuni in particular was a miracle, after several miscarriages so severe that Morathi and Durah feared never having a second child.";}
#morathi.cpdesc4:before{content:"This fear was not new to them. Durah had taken eleven years to birth their first daughter. And, during this period of doubt, it was agreed that Morathi should take a second wife, in the hopes of a fresh chance at a successor. During a trade negotiation with the Somalu, Farashuu appeared an obvious choice. She was shrewd and pragmatic in trade and, more importantly for Morathi’s purposes, she was stunningly beautiful. Whilst Morathi appreciates the aggressive ambition in his second wife and all that such passion entails, there is no doubt in anyone’s mind where his deeper affection and allegiances lie. The birth of his second daughter Jawahir has done little to dissuade this preference. For, whilst he loves his child, Jawahir’s shallow, self-centred focus makes it hard for Morathi to bond as he has done with his other two daughters.";}
#morathi.cpdesc5:before{content:"The discrepancy between his wives is felt by all and Morathi is not ignorant of how Durah and Farashuu are often at one another’s throats. But he has made a deliberate point of stepping back, allowing the women to mediate themselves. One could argue that his retreat is a sign of respect, treating the women as capable combatants in their own arena. Others might simply argue that Morathi is wise enough not to get caught between two lionesses. Instead, he offers his wives that which he wants most from each of them: Durah his mind and heart, and Farashuu his bed.";}
#morathi.cpdesc6:before{content:"Fate, as it turns out, intended to see Morathi’s second marriage fall totally folly. Not only did it produce a daughter, not a son, but complications after Jawahir’s birth have ruled out further children for Farashuu. And Durah is now past the age of child-bearing. Morathi now has a choice to make: risk a third contemptuous addition to the household and marry again to beget a legitimate son, or accept that his crown will eventually fall to the bloodline of one of his shujaa after his death… Of course, a way around this would be to see one of his beautiful daughters wed to that shujaa. Unfortunately, his least preferred successor, Jawahir, is the only one of his offspring actively on board with the plan! Alternatively, Durah’s younger brother seems eager to take on the crown…";}
#moshehh.cpname:before{content:"Moshehh of Seth";}
#moshehh.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Mahnheeg Moshehh of Seth, Birthed Heir of Seth of Rian and Erin of Lisa, Councilman of Phoenicia";}
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#moshehh.cpdesc1:before,#moshehh .cpdesc1:before{content:"Leader of Moab, Moshehh is a man with a strange ability. Without harshness, bluntness or rage, he commands his city with a straight-laced hold of integrity that comes from neither fear nor power. With his simple and compassionate ways, his ability to connect with others and to understand the way of the world, Moshehh has been able to balance the trade and business of his city but has less of a handle upon his sons. A single man with only so much time in his day, Moshehh's focus has been upon keeping Moab and his position on the Council of Elders secure so that the home and legacy he offers his children will never be at risk. Despite spending most of their childhood days with nurses, nannies, servants and stewards, the children he was always home in time to see before slumber have grown up with an understanding for the importance of their father and his occupation, as well as great love and respect for his work ethic and determination for their future as a family. Moshehh is a thoughtful and highly skilled linguist who can work well as a translator. This has served him greatly in trade around Moab and with merchants from the east. He is often the calm voice of reason in the middle of disputes and he is self-sacrificing should his boys ever need for anything...";}
#moshehh.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a child, Moshehh was quiet. His father was quiet. His home was quiet. He performed well under his tutors and he learned to follow in his father's footsteps. But he did not truly understand what it meant to love. Seth of Rian had been devotedly in love with his wife. Hopeless for the woman from the day he met her. So, when she passed in Moshehh's birth, leaving Seth to tackle alone an adventure they had anticipated together, Seth was lost. He raised Moshehh with all the wisdom and pragmatic responsibility that he could. But he never embraced him. Never listened to him. Never loved him. Or, at least, that was how it felt to Moshehh. But he did not hate his father. Because what child sees their only parent as anything but the center of their world?";}
#moshehh.cpdesc3:before{content:"Raised by a single father, Moshehh never knew the significance of a mother and wife, until he was married at twenty. Eleora was a duty and a tax upon Moshehh when she first came to his home. She was wild and spirited, she was musical and loud. Whether she was humming, singing, crying out in joy over the smallest things or just generally making a racket with her pots and pans, Moshehh's quiet home immediately caved to the catastrophe that was Eleora. Everything went wrong for this woman, despite her best efforts. And yet, the final result was always met to some degree. The recipe might be bizarre but food was always on the table. Bed linens might have been accidentally hung as curtains, but everything was at least clean. The children were always chaotic and noisy but they were fed and clothed. Everything Eleora touched was madness. Everything she touched was joyful. And eventually... so was Moshehh. Over the years, Moshehh's love for his wife grew against his better judgement and he truly mourned her passing when she succumbed after the birth of their fourth son.";}
#moshehh.cpdesc4:before{content:"Left with the duty of raising four children under ten without a wife or grandparents for support, Moshehh has attempted to do the best he can. With good humour and a kind ear, he has tried to raise his boys to be good men, utilising the small amount of time he can spend with them to its greatest benefit. He is a perpetually tired workaholic who regrets missing vast amounts of his offsprings' childhoods. For a man so determined to not fall into his father's habit of distance and distraction, Moshehh fears he has become a carbon copy of the man. What he does not realise is that his love for his kin shows through and has been passed on to his sons in a way it never was to him.";}
#mossanu.cpname:before{content:"Mossanu al'Yal'ira";}
#mossanu.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Mossanu of Bêl' Ya’lira, Birthed Son of Lord Morath of Bêl' Ya’lira and Qaileet of Terqa, Courtier of Assyria";}
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#mossanu.cpdesc1:before,#mossanu .cpdesc1:before{content:"Keep your chin raised. Do not let fear conquer you. Uphold the morals and traditions of your forebears. Mossanu was raised with very clear instructions in life, first by his father and then by his elder brother. The Ya’lira family holds a legacy more precious than one person and yet one weak link could see it begin to crumble. Whilst Mossanu’s sisters continue to feed the foundations that first gave the Ya’lira line its prestige, Bagiyrah has taken charge of the House as a hub of nobility, ensuring its wealth and political standing. Mossanu’s role is therefore the only one left: the glory and power that comes with the armed forces. It is on the battlefield that Mossanu can do the most good for his family’s name. The fact that such a future terrifies him is a shame that Mossanu bears alone.";}
#mossanu.cpdesc2:before{content:"When little, Mossanu was no coward. He enjoyed playing games of adventure with Bagiyrah or sword fighting in the gardens. He was not the most boisterous or reckless of children but he did possess the courageous spirit of the youthful. As he grew up and entered, quite willingly, into training for the militia, the reality of warfare was exposed. Pain. Blood. Terror.";}
#mossanu.cpdesc3:before{content:"With the Assyrian empire already at war with the Mitanni and needing reinforcements for their front lines, Mossanu was sent to fight too early. His natural talent with a sword became his detriment as he was sent to fight at fourteen. What followed was a torturous experience witnessing injury, dismemberment, disembowelment and death. Mossanu became an expert in hiding. He dodged attacks and he scurried under broken carts for cover. He laid down in the mud to fake death. Anything to avoid injury. Anything to avoid the end.";}
#mossanu.cpdesc4:before{content:"And it worked. Mossanu saw out the end of Assyria’s conflict with the Mitanni and returned home safely. Ironically with a promotion to Sergeant, no less. Luckily, the mud, blood and confusion of battlefields has kept Mossanu’s cowardly acts a secret. No-one has yet recognised him as one of the traitorous dogs who could not stand to face his enemy. But it is his continuous, most horrific fear, that someone will; that a soldier he served with will recognise his face and begin pointing fingers. Not only is the punishment for cowardice in the forces death… but Mossanu’s execution would be a black stain upon his family’s name.";}
#mossanu.cpdesc5:before{content:"In the meantime, Mossanu keeps quiet and prays. Prays that his cowardice will never be discovered. Prays that the next time he goes to war, he will be braver. Prays that his nightmares will pass. So far, his prayers have gone unanswered. When training, the sound of clashing swords still has Mossanu jumping inside his own skin. The nights on which he awakes screaming are still numerous. And all the while, he is being sent into a deeper hole of self-hatred. What if he is never brave? What if his family is forced to disown him? What if he’s always been a failure waiting to happen? What if that is why his mother left and refuses to even glance in his direction when their paths cross at Court?";}
#munirsuarta.cpname:before{content:"Munirsuarta al'Kushiq";}
#munirsuarta.cptitle:before{content:"His Excellency, Lugal Munirsuarta of Bêl' Kushiq, Birthed Heir of Tartēnu Malkuni of Bêl' Kushiq and Ninharissi of Assur, Royal of Assyria";}
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#munirsuarta.cpdesc1:before,#munirsuarta .cpdesc1:before{content:"Munirsuarta became Lugal of Assyria through a series of scandalous events. First, was his father’s seeming inability to produce a child with his official wife. Nor with any of his hundreds of concubines. During a time of political upheaval, rumours began to circulate that a new line of kings may be necessary: that the crown should fall to a different branch of the Kushiq family after Malkuni’s death. With the shame of failure and the scent of dishonour on the horizon, lo and behold, Malkuni’s favourite and most devout concubine was suddenly with child. Some claim it Malkuni’s reward for his avid prayers at the Assur temples. Others wonder just how loyal a concubine might have to be to find another way to conceive a king’s heir.";}
#munirsuarta.cpdesc2:before{content:"Regardless of rumour, Munirsuarta was born and held the rightful claim to the throne by Syrian law. He excelled in his studies, became an exceptional mediator and diplomat in the face of courtly gossip and eventually attained the support of most members of the nobility. Not even his marriage to a common woman seemed able to shake this new faith the people had in their future Lugal. Caillie of Aleppo was a woman of exceptional beauty and fiery spirit and she captured Munirsuarta’s heart in an instant. Bringing her back to Assur as his queen was the work of a moment and the scandal of the year but, again, Munirsuarta’s reputation bounced back.";}
#munirsuarta.cpdesc3:before{content:"When it was announced that the queen was pregnant with Munirsuarta’s first child, the lingering opposition to his rule considered the iron hot to strike. If they were to renew the treasonous concept of redirecting the inheritance of the crown, it must be done before the Lugal could father a son, before his line was secured with an heir. As the eldest son of his family, Abdul al’Ramebu would have been next in line to receive the Syrian throne. It was he who led the conniving charge from the shadows. First was to drain the royal treasury and cripple the economy of the land. Simultaneously, rumours of the queen’s infidelity were spread. Whispers of war with the Mitanni grew louder. On all sides, Munirsuarta appeared to be failing as a leader of his people. Abdul al’Ramebu, however, underestimated his enemy. Through the decades of peaceful negotiations and diplomatic relations, Munirsuarta had made many friends. And they were quick to come to his aid. Proof was found of Abdul’s embezzlement of national funds. Peace talks were opened with Mitanni and, as time went on, the rumours surrounding the royal family dissipated: particularly when Abdul himself was summoned for a trial to which he never arrived. Violence with Mitanni, unfortunately, was by this point unavoidable. Disgrace upon the name Ramebu and the waging of a war he would never fight were Lord Abdul’s legacy in Assyria. For Munirsuarta, the events provided a different reputation. In leading his men to battle on the frontlines, Munirsuarta attained glory for his house and name. In his mercy towards the House of Ramebu, he won the hearts of his people. And the birth of, in total, three children with Queen Caillie further secured the favour of his Council.";}
#munirsuarta.cpdesc4:before{content:"Now, Munirsuarta enjoys the twilight years of his life. Though widowed and continuing to grieve for the loss, the Lugal takes great comfort in his children whom he dotes with perhaps a little too much leniency. Particularly as his son is showing signs of being ill-suited for the role of king, and his daughters are becoming still more unruly as the seasons pass…";}
#muratnasiya.cpname:before{content:"Murat Nasiya Mursiliwadna";}
#muratnasiya.cptitle:before{content:"His Highness, Tuhkanti Nasiya Mursiliwadna of the Antu' Tahurna, Birthed Son of Tuhkanti Mursiliwadna Labarna of the Antu’ Tahurna and Tawananna Hatili of the Antu' Tahurna, Royal of Hattusa";}
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#muratnasiya.cpdesc1:before,#muratnasiya .cpdesc1:before{content:"Like most people. Murat Nasiya is a product of his upbringing. Given little attention by his mother and witness to her taking man after man into her bedchamber, manipulating and moulding them with her finely contorted fingers, Murat Nasiya struggles to respect the female side of the species.";}
#muratnasiya.cpdesc2:before{content:"Growing up, Murat was suspicious of any female, well-aware of how ladies can possess more than one face. Instead, he focused on his education which, from the age of twelve, was conducted away from the capital. In a study hall in Alinna, Murat Nasiya gravitated towards military skills. With exercise came a love of exertion: a feeling of sated contentment with each bead of sweat and every aching muscle. He became addicted to the sensation of physical release.";}
#muratnasiya.cpdesc3:before{content:"Stepping into adulthood, Murat Nasiya found additional enjoyable activities that brought him physical satiation. Yet, in all his frequent visitations to brothels, Murat Nasiya was never cured of his hatred for women. He would sate himself in their bodies but he would not see them as people. He would have them facing away from him, bent double and in a position of service. The women in such places were tools for a particular sensation: nothing more. For no woman should ever be trusted with your intimacies. Ironically, despite his irrational distaste for the fairer sex, Murat Nasiya developed a strong sense of justice and honour whilst training with the local militia. His more moral views, however, are centred on a national level, anchored to notions of patriotism over interpersonal dynamics.";}
#muratnasiya.cpdesc4:before{content:"With his childhood divided between the capital and Alinna, Murat Nasiya built friendships in both. At home, his connection with Kavir Mursili and Mahepta Eryi is perhaps an immature devil on his shoulder. The two princes are forever eager to cause trouble or push the ideas of decency. In Alinna, the friendship of Teoma Nanurtu is an entirely different influence. A devoted brother to two sisters and, later, a respectful husband, Teoma Nanurtu's sway has the potential to bring Murat Nasiya to a calmer, kinder world view. Yet, with the Ammuna family's recent transfer from Alinna to Carchemish, that friendship has become more distant; still strong when they are together but otherwise lacking in long-term influence. Instead, Murat Nasiya is now left in the permanent company of his mother and her network of spies. Not to mention the young, hedonistic prince Kavir Mursili who, Murat is entirely unaware, now graces his mother's bed.";}
#myrto.cpname:before{content:"Myrto of Mikaelidas";}
#myrto.cptitle:before{content:"Her Highness, Basilem Myrto of Dynasteía Mikaelidas, Birthed Daughter of Lord Lazaros of Dynasteía Dimitrou and Lady Louiza of Dynasteía Condos, Royal of Taengea, Hellas";}
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#myrto.cpdesc1:before,#myrto .cpdesc1:before{content:"Myrto holds a precarious position in Court. Technically the wife of the king's brother and therefore a princess of the kingdom, Myrto's standing should be one of great power and prestige. Instead, her husband Irakles has ousted her as his consort, relegating her to a lesser estate in the Mikaelidas's lands and installed his long-term mistress in his official residence. Without legal divorce, it was not uncommon for many men (particularly in the upper circles of nobility) to keep mistresses. But to have that mistress openly and publicly usurp ones legal place as a wife and matriarch is the most severe of insults. Sweet and generous in spirit, Myrto does not have the aggressive, political skill to go head-to-head with the ambitious Meena and so bowed out gracefully from such conflict. She is therefore viewed as a weak-willed woman with a possession of zero power, despite her close connections to the crown and her birth family, the Dimitrous.";}
#myrto.cpdesc2:before{content:"At twenty-three, Myrto was a mature and capable woman. Skilled in languages and diplomacy, she was deemed a good fit for the slightly younger and more boisterous Prince Irakles. Their match was arranged, their union completed only a few months later. And, in the beginning, their marriage was good. Irakles was a passionate man who saw the beauty in his wife. Myrto was a woman unused to male attention who swooned beneath her new husband's insatiable desires and flattery. Two sons later and Myrto was approaching thirty. Her life had become focused on her children and Irakles's ambitions had surpassed what she could support. Their marriage fell into cruel indifference and his lustful attention went elsewhere. Several mistresses later and he found Meena, a woman he adored as much as he desired.";}
#myrto.cpdesc3:before{content:"As many marriages are subject to affairs, Myrto did not fight Irakles's extramarital activities. So long as he was happy and continued to come home to her and their children, she was content. But, when Meena birthed Irakles a child, matters changed. Myrto came home from visiting a friend one day to find all of her personal possessions packed up and ready to be shipped to her new home –the secondary wing of the Mikaelidas estate. Meena and her new baby moved into the formal residence three days later. Such public insult was unheard of and many placed the blame at the feet of the seductive Meena, who clearly had Irakles wrapped around her little finger.";}
#myrto.cpdesc4:before{content:"The blame made little difference to Myrto; her life had changed and there was little dignity in fighting it. Attempting to take the mature route, the route that would cause her sons the least grief, Myrto has pretended to be content with the shifting power dynamic. She keeps a strong connection with her boys and with her friends in the Court and lives otherwise in quiet solitude. Although her reputation has been severely burned by Irakles's behaviour and –worse still– her quiet acceptance of such actions, those who know Myrto respect her greatly for her self-control and her kindness to others, be they of high birth or low. She has the fast loyalty of her servants and the loving devotion of her boys. And that, Myrto has long-since decided, is enough for a happy life.";}
#naatanii.cpname:before{content:"Naatanii of the Mekaki";}
#naatanii.cptitle:before{content:"Her Blessedness, Leierseunin Naatanii of the Mekaki Gesin, Royal of Bedoa’mt";}
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#naatanii.cpdesc1:before,#naatanii .cpdesc1:before{content:"Ambitious, determined and an outrageous flirt, Naatanii is a sociable and manipulative woman but she is not shallow. Intelligent and full of goals far too large for her gender, Naatanii has been desperately in love with her husband Siyabonga since they were childhood friends and learning to walk hand-in-hand. Yet she still, to this day, has never told him so. With lofty ambitions and the manipulation of other men her chief weapon of choice, Naatanii believes that admitting her genuine feelings for Siyabonga would put her at his mercy and control.";}
#naatanii.cpdesc2:before{content:"Naatanii and her sister Milandu grew up as the nieces of a Mekaki mhenga-sema, a respected woman of spiritual authority. This gave them both access to the families of the shujaa as well as the first family itself. Even as a little girl, Naatanii weakened in the knees at the sight of the first prince Siyabonga and, not one to lose out on what she desires, Naatanii set to work. A friendship was easy enough to strike with the diligent prince. The lessons necessary to mould her into an appropriate suitor were far more challenging. But Naatanii is nothing if not vehemently stubborn. After several failed betrothals for the prince, Naatanii and Siyabonga’s match seemed inevitable to all. Only Naatanii and her sister knew the efforts it took to manifest such 'inevitability'.";}
#naatanii.cpdesc3:before{content:"Fully aware that Siyabonga chose her for his bride for her willful confidence, Naatanii has never confessed the love she bears for her spouse. Love is a predictably feminine thing that leaves you vulnerable and trembling. Determined not to damage his impression of her and uncertain whether he married her for her potential or true affection, Naatanii is satisfied in her role as his wife, for now. She claims his attention and respect and ensures an active sex life designed to bring them an heir. Passionate declarations of feelings can wait…";}
#naatanii.cpdesc4:before{content:"As ambitious as she is, Naatanii has difficulty believing that other women are not as equally greedy. To that end, she has helped to manoeuvre her sister into the enviable position of second wife to the leier and jealously guards her own spot at the prince’s side. Naatanii confronts her mother-in-law’s disapproval with a hairy eye and is so busy being defensive against those who might steal what is hers that she does not recognise the acrimony her prickly attitude is spreading…";}
#nahrin.cpname:before{content:"Nahrin al'Tyareh";}
#nahrin.cptitle:before{content:"Her Highness, Amiira Nahrin of Bêl' Tyareh, Birthed Daughter of Tartēnu Nesharra of Bêl' Tyareh and Eshekko of Waššukanni, Courtier of Assyria";}
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#nahrin.cpdesc1:before,#nahrin .cpdesc1:before{content:"The fourth child of a king and queen, Nahrin was left with little hope of inheriting any kind of grace or integrity. Without the responsibilities that fell to her older siblings, she has been rudderless. With all the luxury and privilege of her rank she has been given no boundaries. The combination of the two saw a needy and whining child cling to everything and anything she might have desired. Even if, and especially if, it belonged to someone else.";}
#nahrin.cpdesc2:before{content:"As an adult, this attitude has not changed much. Losing her father in her formative years has left her with a driving need for love from the male figure. This has become an active seeking of romantic and sexual encounters with a wide variety of men. Most of whom were already spoken for. Nahrin's reputation has been dragged through the mud and back again and yet, her beauty and Eshekko's popularity have seen her rise to the position of a queen bee amidst the court, despite many of the ladies in attendance hating her guts.";}
#nahrin.cpdesc3:before{content:"To make matters worse, Nahrin has a peculiar way about her. At times, she is high and excitable, partaking in sexual congress, opiate abuse and excessive drinking to her heart's content. It has been some years since Oshana installed an allowance upon Nahrin, giving her access to only a small portion of the family riches per month. Else, the Tyareh would have been destitute by now, their gold pilfered away on gowns, drinks and good times. In other moments, however, Nahrin is moody, withdrawn and so dramatically melancholy that family, lovers and servants alike are naturally drawn to making her feel better. It is hard to tell, at times, whether Nahrin suffers from a disorder a future physician might call bi-polar, or if she is simply playing the pouting game of a selfish princess seeking attention...";}
#nameeah.cpname:before{content:"Na’meeah H'Haikaddad";}
#nameeah.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Sirdett Na’meeah of Hei Haikaddad, Birthed Daughter of Leier Abdulakareem of the Somalu and Quvenzhan of the Somalu, Courtier of K’m’t";}
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#nameeah.cpdesc1:before,#nameeah .cpdesc1:before{content:"Na'meeah was born to privilege. A princess of the Somalu gesin of Bedoa'mt, Na'meeah was treated with the devout respect and unfailing loyalty deserved of her rank. Warriors would seek to cut their own throat before her if it would cure her fevers. Women would drape her in silks and vibrant tapestries so the rains would fall. Despite all of this, Na'meeah grew up, not arrogant, but kind. Shrewd and highly aware of her gesin's focus on trade and the exchange of value... but kind nonetheless.";}
#nameeah.cpdesc2:before{content:"When it was proposed that Na'meeah should marry a man from another gesin, the young princess was more than prepared for her future. Such arrangements were commonplace for women in her position. But when those negotiations turned towards the land of K'm't she grew more nervous. For the people of the eastern sands were not welcoming to those of her skin color. Nor did they uphold women in the same way as her own people. Narutt H'Haikaddad, however, was nothing like Na'meeah imagined of the Remetch’kmt. He was clever, funny and tender. He openly revered her beauty and listened to her opinions. He was a man of great dignity. And she fell in love with him. Swiftly and completely.";}
#nameeah.cpdesc3:before{content:"K'm't, Na'meeah learned to love much more slowly. At only eighteen years of age, she was forced to adapt: to a culture, social cues and expectations of her gender that were all alien to her. Na'meeah was forced to learn everything again from the ground up, including her own language. In the beginning, she clung to Narutt, seeking his aid and counsel around every corner but gradually... She took control of her new world. Na'meeah was warm and social, building new friendships, despite her Bedoan appearance. She won over key members of the K'm't Court and eventually instigated herself as one of its leading figures. She birthed her husband three children, one of which was male and would become his heir. All was well in the House of Haikaddad.";}
#nameeah.cpdesc4:before{content:"Until... Narutt's cough began to worsen, his skin became inflamed with heat... and eventually Na'meeah's beloved husband passed away. Now she was left with three children under the age of seven and a brother-in-law in a southern land facing war. Na'meeah worked hard over the next thirteen years to hold the Hei in one piece. But, in a male-dominated world, with manipulative stewards and conniving government officials skulking at every corner, Na'meeah was on an uphill struggle to a predetermined destination. Forgetting success and discarding wealth, Na'meeah turned her focus to simply surviving. She brought down the household expenses, worked to reuse her garments in fresh ways so that no-one at Court would notice her financial challenges, and she continues to host parties with clever solutions to costs and resources. Despite maintaining the image of her late husband's Hei with minimalist expense, the Hei coffers have slowly depleted over the years. Yet, Na'meeah knew they had only to hold on until Narmer was granted a profitable role in the military and could bring more security to the Hei.";}
#nameeah.cpdesc5:before{content:"Now, with her brother-in-law back home and a hero of the battlefield, Na'meeah can breathe a little easier. The Hei did not collapse under her care: she had made it. Whilst their journey has barely begun in terms of floating Haikaddad back to a healthy financial state, Na'meeah is no longer alone in the struggle. There has, however, been a new concern of late to compound the issue of money: her daughters and their future marriages. A challenge made all the greater by one appearing to be in love with a secret gentleman and the other spending far too much time with a manipulative she-devil who is rumoured to sexually favour her own gender... Not to mention Na'meeah's baby boy fancying himself a soldier! One thing is for certain: life has not yet reached a place of ease for this foreign princess.";}
#namiira.cpname:before{content:"Namiira Zaddiuka";}
#namiira.cptitle:before{content:"Her Highness, Hāssas Namiira Zaddiuka of the Antu' Tahurna, Birthed Daughter of Tuhkanti Zaddiuka Haitwattama of the Antu’ Tahurna and Hāssas Sharlato Zuziya of the Antu' Zuziya, Royal of Hattusa";}
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#namiira.cpdesc1:before,#namiira .cpdesc1:before{content:"Despite being born as a regal princess of luxury and security, Namiira’s life has been harder than most. Intelligent, graceful and a competent young woman of the Court, Namiira’s image has only been maintained because she pushes aside that which she wishes to hide: chronic pain and fatigue syndrome. These physical restrictions on her abilities are not a crutch on which she leans but feel like obstacles to her overcome within her own body: an eternal ear that is exhausting.";}
#namiira.cpdesc2:before{content:"At her birth, nothing was amiss with Namiira. She was born healthy and without issue. She grew up perhaps a little more emotional and tearful than other children but this was merely a personal trait. Some in the family even theorised that Namiira was not permitted the chance to ‘toughen up’ because her parents and elder sister were so protective. When she was thirteen years old, however, this natural and insignificant tearfulness became something else entirely.";}
#namiira.cpdesc3:before{content:"Young Prince Ilda, Namiira’s cousin, suffered a dangerous tumble from a horse. When he had stowed away to ride the too-large animal, he had not been alone. Namiira had spotted him. Always a curious child, she had followed and spied on Ilda’s dangerous venture, then witnessed his accident. Though Ilda never came to know of it. It was Namiira who ran to inform servants of his accident and brought adults running. In this sense, she actually saved her cousin's life. In the process, however, she irrevocably changed her own.";}
#namiira.cpdesc4:before{content:"The emotional trauma and terror of witnessing her cousin so badly hurt triggered what modern day physicians would recognise as fibromyalgia. Namiira suffers from fatigue, bouts of insomnia, hyperalgesia and a general chronic ache in her body that nothing seems able to relieve. This constant pain and lack of sleep can lead her to be emotionally erratic, tearful and jumpy. Yet, she has grown up to be a stubborn and determined young woman. On the heels of her illness came a heavy dose of reality and maturity. The visage Namiira presents is devoid of pain and discomfort. She speaks and behaves as well as any other graceful woman of society. Only when her symptoms become unmanageable is she at risk of letting her pained feelings fly…";}
#nana.cpname:before{content:"Nana of Leventi";}
#nana.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Nana of Dynasteía Leventi, Birthed Daughter of Lord Georgios of Dynasteía Leventi and Lady Evelli of Dynasteía Leventi, Courtier of Taengea, Hellas";}
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#nana.cpdesc1:before,#nana .cpdesc1:before{content:"Leaving the duties, responsibilities and realities of the noble circles to her three older sisters, Nana has all the worst qualities of the Leventis without the self control to manage them. Shallow, materialistic and a lover of gossip, Nana is the center around which all gossip must revolve. The most naive and vapid of the Leventi women, Nana's world consists of matching outfits and buying –and receiving– precious shiny things. And she is perfectly content to have it stay that way, refusing every opportunity for personal growth.";}
#nana.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a child, Nana's vibrant personality was charming and her bossy attitude amusing. As a teenager, her selfish insistence to be at the forefront of all things translated into gossiping and coquettish flirtations. Now very much an adult, Nana has failed to progress further. Still flirtatious, though currently still chaste, Nana enjoys infantile pranks and the fluttering of her eyelashes as an escape from reprimand. Only, the older she gets, the less foolproof such tactics seem to be...";}
#nana.cpdesc3:before{content:"With marriage a concern for her older siblings, rather than herself, Nana has been permitted to keep her world small. Now that Theodora is comfortably settled, however, Nana becomes the third unmarried sister, not fourth. As time goes on, and her time grows near, she'll be expected to behave in a way that will attract a suitable young man. And giggling over wine and wiggling her fingers at passing soldiers is hardly the going standard for mature and docile wives.";}
#nana.cpdesc4:before{content:"Of course, there is always the possibility that Nana can put her acting skills to good use. Playing the part of the quiet spouse for a few months might not be so tragic, when it could bring her the security of the rest of her life inside a new gilded cage. After all... the bars twinkle in the light so prettily...";}
#naomi.cpname:before{content:"Naomi of Tzephaniah";}
#naomi.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Bamant Naomi of Tzephaniah, Courtier of Phoenicia";}
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#naomi.cpdesc1:before,#naomi .cpdesc1:before{content:"Little is known of Naomi. Born to little and inheriting even less, Naomi began in this world with only her looks as currency. And yet, in Phoenicia, beauty is not enough. In a world where social conformity and strict interpersonal relations rule supreme, a woman must fit the saintly archetype so desired by men if she is to achieve a match that raises her from the gutter. And Naomi was a good actress. So good, in fact, that after many years she believed her own lies. Naomi grew saintly in her goodness and her purity. She worked hard to build a life of glowing reputation and sweet countenance; a life she grew to love and wore like a warm and familiar shawl. By the time she was married, her act was no longer a pretence but her natural habit. Such a life brought her a powerful husband, a home full of comfort and three sons whom she dearly loved. But, as the years rolled by, it did not bring her true happiness. It did not sate her truest soul or scratch a passionate, rebellious itch in her heart.";}
#naomi.cpdesc2:before{content:"Whilst her marriage was a practical one and brought Naomi many benefits, it was not a marriage of love. Her workaholic husband gave her little attention and she was left to raise three boys under the age of ten alone. Her world shrank until it was suffocating.";}
#naomi.cpdesc3:before{content:"As the story goes, Tzephaniah of Lazaros found his wife in bed with another man. Naomi left the city of Damascus with her lover that very night. In her wake she left her three boys, aged eleven, five and three. She never returned for them.";}
#naomi.cpdesc4:before{content:"It is unknown whether Naomi had any intention of coming back to Damascus. Or if life beyond the city walls simply detained her year after year. To those back home, she might as well be dead (for they know not whether she is alive). Nor is it known whether her lover is still upon her arm. Only Naomi knows her reasons and choices for the last twenty-one years. Only she holds those secrets. The question is now, what will she do with them? And will she ever reunite with the man that is technically still her husband?";}
#narmer.cpname:before{content:"Narmer H'Haikaddad";}
#narmer.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Sirdar Narmer of Hei Haikaddad, Birthed Heir of Lord Nakht of Hei Haikaddad and Satiah of Rofah, Councilman of K’m’t";}
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#narmer.cpdesc1:before,#narmer .cpdesc1:before{content:"Narmer grew up in a relatively carefree environment. According to the family tutors, his brother Narutt was a natural talent in numbers and social diplomacy. Narutt abhorred violence and would not enlist in the militia, and he would eventually marry a wealthy woman from across the sands who bore him a male heir. All was shining and golden for the future of Haikaddad, regardless of Narmer's contributions, allowing him to follow in the cool shade of his brother's shadow, at his own leisurely pace.";}
#narmer.cpdesc2:before{content:"Seeking adventure and a decent income so that he might one day possess his own house and keep his own family, Narmer enlisted to armed service, safe in the knowledge that Narutt would keep the home fires burning. Whilst Narutt was safe from blades and arrows, however, sickness is a more tricksome foe. ";}
#narmer.cpdesc3:before{content:"Upon the death of his brother, the Hei of Haikaddad fell into turbulent times. At just twenty years of age, Narmer became the head of the household, whilst he still occupied the lowly rank of Pr'Senan under the command of Sirdar Osorsen H'Moghadam. Already miles from home and well aware that Haikaddad had been in need of the influence and income that comes with a powerful military rank since the passing of his father, Narmer and his sister-in-law Na'meeah came up with a plan. He would continue to serve, working quickly up the ranks of the forces and Na'meeah would lead matters at home. Though financial ruin awaited Haikaddad's future, this was the wisest course of action at the time.";}
#narmer.cpdesc4:before{content:"Upon Narmer's recent return, as a newly minted General in his own right, Haikaddad's economy is dangling by a thread. As a woman attempting to operate in a world dominated by men, Na'meeah had done well to buy Narmer the time he needed. But it had cost them every scrap of financial security they had possessed. Now, Narmer must face a new kind of war: one of coin and negotiation. Juggling his responsibilities as a military commander, head of house and uncle and chief guardian to two nieces and a nephew, however, is putting a toll upon Narmer's mental health. Already an insomniac, his anxiety is building with every notice of due payment and each time he reaches for the last coin in his family's purse. Haikaddad are still rich in reputation and Na'meeah holds great respect amongst the women at Court. But even this political currency will eventually run dry if Narmer cannot use his authority as a new Pr'Ras to bring his Hei's books back into the black.";}
#narseh.cpname:before{content:"Narseh of Sippar";}
#narseh.cptitle:before{content:"Narseh of Sippar, Citizen of Babylonia";}
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#narseh.cpdesc1:before,#narseh .cpdesc1:before{content:"Jealousy is an ugly thing. And, if left unchecked, it can create ugly people. Narseh is one such individual. Whether her envy is of her own making or not, is open for debate.";}
#narseh.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a child, Narseh was beautiful. Not simply adorable as most young infants are, but truly exceptional. Her sweet and gorgeous appearance was remarked upon by everyone. Constantly compared to that of her elder sister who was attractive but by no means in Narseh's league. From the moment she could comprehend her effect on others, Narseh was an egotist. Conditioned to believe herself too beautiful for the normal rules of society, she set about creating a world of pure selfishness and self-satisfaction. A world that would, one day, include the finest of husbands.";}
#narseh.cpdesc3:before{content:"In these developmental years, Narseh's sister Dakina was as instrumental in building Narseh's arrogance as their parents. For she too doted on her younger sister, treated her as a princess and repeatedly affirmed Narseh's value through her appearance. The sisters had a strong bond but one built on fickle flattery. So, when Dakina came of age, such sisterhood was doomed to fail. Instead of focusing upon Narseh and all the stunning features she had to offer, their father Drakoni placed all of his attention onto Dakina. It was for her marriage that he assessed suitors. It was for her that he scoured for the finest of men. Not for Narseh. Not for his most beautiful daughter. When one has been told from birth that they are the centre of all social gravity, it is agony to see that focus shift. To make matters worse, Drakoni is now dead, unable to mediate a fine marriage for Narseh as he did her sister. With his business run into the ground in the final years of his life, Drakoni's passing has left Narseh with nothing. Not guardian, not advocate, not dowry or means of securing a fine match. Whilst Dakina, the second best daughter, remains wed to one of the most eligible men in the nation. Such a reality is destructive. It is terminal.";}
#narseh.cpdesc4:before{content:"As far as Narseh was concerned, Dakina was now forever her enemy, their sisterly bond dead and buried. Dakina is, in Narseh's eyes, a traitor of the worst order. In the ten years since Dakina's marriage, Narseh has maintained a sheen of sisterly affection and built the ruse of growth. As far as others are concerned, Narseh has accepted her place as second-born and is a supportive sister to the woman who now provides her with a roof over her head and access to the higher echelons of society. In reality, Narseh burns with the fire of injustice, fuelling a hatred that can only burn so bright because it was once a flame of affection.";}
#narseh.cpdesc5:before{content:"And, apparently, the Gods believe Narseh just in such vengeance... For they have given her tools of revenge. Quite by chance, Narseh has discovered that the momentary crush her sister experienced for her husband's brother, during discussions of her engagement... was mutual. Despite all such feelings now buried in the past, Vahash had cared for Dakina and she for him. With Dakina's husband Dagan obsessed with beating out his half-brother, it would take only a whispered word here, a suggestion there, to imply their fleeting infatuation to have been more than it was. A lot more. Such a rumour would destroy Dakina's marriage and blow apart the House of Kinsalla. With Dakina already giving Narseh what she wants: a home and position in society, Narseh's blackmail material is best served upon Vahash. Her deal is simple: if he sleeps with her and marries her, Narseh will keep the secret. Whilst Vahash has recently begun to capitulate to the first request, he consistently refuses the second, meaning Narseh must take matters still further. For what man of honour would refuse to marry a woman pregnant with his child? Of course, if Vahash is such a man, a plan B would be smart. And it is for this reason that Narseh has also set her sights on an innocent seduction of Dagan...";}
#narzett.cpname:before{content:"Narzett of Eshunna";}
#narzett.cptitle:before{content:"Narzett of Eshunna, Civil Servant of Babylonia";}
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#narzett.cpdesc1:before,#narzett .cpdesc1:before{content:"Narzett's father was a well known advisor and royal vizier to many a courtier in Babylonia. Na'akan of Eshunna's name was synonymous with class, elegance, propriety and loyalty. Narzett inherited all but the last one. Highly educated and incredibly intelligent, Narzett was winning games of strategy from a young age and has continued to play them into adulthood. The only difference is that his pawns are now living human beings.";}
#narzett.cpdesc2:before{content:"Narzett grew up with his father a vassal to the king himself, Baniap an'Ashina. The king's two princes were just a few years ahead of Narzett in age and Narzett witnessed their growth and reputations first hand. Whilst Ad'Sennache became an honourable and dignified crown prince, Adad-Nirari followed a more rebellious path. Resentful of his role as second-born, Adad-Nirari made no excuses for his wild behaviour and scandalous reputation. This included taking many women to his bed or paying for their pleasurable services in brothels.";}
#narzett.cpdesc3:before{content:"It was Narzett's luck to discover such ventures had fathered a child. A child not even the prince was aware of. Never liked or trusted by the princes, and always looked down upon for his rank, Narzett had no opportunities for power as the crown currently stood. His future, he knew, lay with the girl. The forgotten, illegitimate princess. To that end, Narzett gambled over a decade of his life hunting down Zarathusa. Upon discovering her location, he committed another dozen years to training her, building her into the perfect royal. His sister, who had remained in the royal palace whilst he searched, was equally important to the plan. For it was she who would ensnare Adad-Nirari, stoke his ambitions and encourage the murder of his nephew. Once Adad-Nirari was king, Narzett had only to wait for Zarathusa to be ready... before ordering Xerxes to complete the circle and see to the king's death.";}
#narzett.cpdesc4:before{content:"Upon his return to Babylonia, Narzett was in the confidence (and the bed) of the new Queen of Babylonia. He has now been appointed as her official advisor in civil matters. Whilst Zarathusa is a wild and opinionated woman, Narzett has spent the last twelve years building a loyalty and trust that should last a lifetime, so long as he's careful. He has only to continue defending Zarathusa and her claim to the throne, then to convince her to change Babylonian law so that they might marry... and his future as the most powerful man in the land will be set. The only hindrance to such a plan now comes from his most loyal ally. For Narzett and Xerxes have a... complicated relationship that goes beyond simple sibling affection. Since the death of their parents, their obsession with one another has only grown and now Xerxes is seeing Zarathusa and her place in Narzett's bed as a threat. Just how is Narzett to placate the women in his life, without his finely woven scheme falling apart...?";}
#naserian.cpname:before{content:"Naserian of the Buuchu";}
#naserian.cptitle:before{content:"His Greatness, Leierseun Naserian of the Buuchu Gesin, Birthed Son of Leierseun Zane of the Buuchu Gesin and Kalifa of the Buuchu Gesin, Royal of Bedoa’mt";}
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#naserian.cpdesc1:before,#naserian .cpdesc1:before{content:"Unlike his older brother, Naserian embraces his personal ideals and emotions, seeking to establish himself as an individual and encouraging his brothers to find identity in their own generation, rather than chasing the memories of their forebears. This acceptance of self leads to the calm sobriety that Kwabena desperately chases - a fact his elder brother is all too aware of - but one he can't seem to learn from. Naserian has his uncle's will and sense of justice but tapers this with cunning and outside-the-box thinking that his uncle does not always approve of. Slightly more accepting that the ends justify the means than his older relatives, Naserian has been labelled as the dark shadow of the tribe - a powerful warrior that one can never be too certain of.";}
#naserian.cpdesc2:before{content:"When young, there was little sign that Naserian would grow to be a warrior. Slight and often sickly, he spent more time learning than training. A lover of language and skilled linguist, Naserian often plays translator for the Buuchu at foreign markets or when dialect differences between the gesin cause confusion. His diplomatic skill, impressive height and aloof temperament have made him a target of many a female eye. Even more so since he began to learn the ways of the scimitar.";}
#naserian.cpdesc3:before{content:"Though tall and athletic, Naserian’s skills as a fighter are no more or less than a capable warrior of the tribe. His prestige, instead, comes from killing. Not fighting. Having learned the ways of healing from his own sicknesses and his mother’s books, Naserian equally learned the means to poison and to torture. Well acquainted with the most vulnerable points of human anatomy, Naserian does not need to fight with brawn when he can slay with accuracy. Lethal in his speed and silent in his approach, Naserian’s mastery of language and assassination have given him the colourful moniker of the Snake of Many Tongues…";}
#nastia.cpname:before{content:"Nastia Suppiliuma";}
#nastia.cptitle:before{content:"Her Highness, Hāssas Nastia Suppiliuma of the Antu' Tahurna, Royal of Hattusa";}
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#nastia.cpdesc1:before,#nastia .cpdesc1:before{content:"Nastia had never expected to become a princess. Let alone a queen. As a girl and young woman, her life was one of moderate comfort and fulfilling application. Her mother was a seamstress, her father a physician. They lived in a nice home in the capital of the empire. They had little to spare at the end of each month but never seemed to go without. And Nastia was content. Without more than the basic education and still unmarried at sixteen, Nastia had little to fill her time but whatever occupation she could find. She began looking after the local children in her area, teaching them letters and numbers whilst their parents laboured for the day. Such a pattern became more formal and, before she knew it, Nastia was an ill-qualified but highly passionate teacher to almost thirty children.";}
#nastia.cpdesc2:before{content:"It was then, shortly after her eighteenth birthday, that Nastia met Haiti Suppiliuma. Though, at the time, she had no idea who he truly was. To her, Haiti Suppiliuma was a captain or some form of military commander who had just returned home from a campaign. In his arms was an injured soldier. A man under his commission whose wound had spiked a dangerous fever on the road. With the city nearly two kilometers across, Haiti Suppiliuma had sought a physician in the western quadrant, rather than risk his man's life to see him home sooner. It was to Nastia's father that the soldier was brought. Standing there, in their moderate home before a man as handsome as Haiti Suppiliuma had been an odd experience. Nastia had always been a confident young woman and to now stand stammering and embarrassed in his presence was a shocking moment of self-revelation. To make matters worse, she had no idea she was addressing the future ruler of the empire! Haiti Suppiliuma, on the other hand, knew exactly who he was courting when he returned two days later with a gift of thanks to her family.";}
#nastia.cpdesc3:before{content:"Time moved onward and Nastia eventually discovered who it was that was decidedly wooing her. The truth was not particularly welcome and Nastia believed for several weeks that she was a ploy for Haiti Suppiliuma. Whilst she had been falling in love, he had been toying with her affections, playing the romantic with a woman who would have been considered low class within his seraglio, let alone on his arm. It was his confession of love that finally won her back. A confession only mildly interrupted by Haiti Suppiliuma's full and unyielding panic attack, brought on by the fear of her rejection. From that moment on, Nastia vowed to never again forget that the man she loved was not just a royal, but a human too.";}
#nastia.cpdesc4:before{content:"The path to their marriage was a rocky one but Haiti Suppiliuma failed to give in, growing Nastia's love for him by the day as he went nose to nose with the king, fighting for permission to marry. As Nastia was neither of Hittite royalty, nor a royal from a foreign land, their nuptials would not be legal without the consent of the Tabarna. Only when Haiti revealed that Nastia was pregnant and that he would rather relinquish his claim as crown prince and raise his child as a commoner than see it born to illegitimacy, did his father finally relent.";}
#nastia.cpdesc5:before{content:"Marriage to a crown prince, however, is not all ease and luxury. In terms of etiquette, learning and royal pedigree, Nastia was behind her new peers. Determined not to show up her husband, she employed tutors to fill the gaps in her knowledge, she bore children that could succeed him to the throne. She grew to understand the custom of the seraglio, made friends with several of her husband's concubines and developed a fierce bond of unity with her brother-in-law's wife, Sharlato. To Faetma she acts as an older sister and to Kavir an overbearing one. Kane Zaddiuka is now as much a brother to her as to her husband and Berat Piluwanda holds a special place in her life as a man she would have openly befriended without the need for familial connection. With her children, Nastia is a teacher and role model. Whilst she worries and mothers her son, her daughter is as much her friend as her offspring and the two are often found together reading or applying themselves about some task, talking in muttered tones. Usually about Haiti Suppiliuma. He pretends it does not bother him but later bribes Akahepta with pretty gowns for insider information...";}
#navi.cpname:before{content:"Navi Karkesh";}
#navi.cptitle:before{content:"Her Highness, Hāssas Navi Karkesh of the Antu' Suppilu, Birthed Daughter of Tuhkanti Karkesh Narsi of the Antu’ Suppilu and Hāssas Ellem Hantili, Courtier of Hattusa";}
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#navi.cpdesc1:before,#navi .cpdesc1:before{content:"Navi's parents were never the most doting. Her father was often absorbed in his workload, her mother sickly or too tired to cope with the raising of three spirited children. Whilst her brother eventually found a sense of self in his independence and her sister learning from their father's elbow, Navi was left without a tether or anchor, forced to grow in an unguided fog. Such freedom was to her advantage initially, allowing Navi to experience all life has to offer but has finally come home to roost in recent months...";}
#navi.cpdesc2:before{content:"When young, Navi was a skilled writer, enjoying poetry and story-telling. But as she has grown and sought larger and larger social groups, this isolating past-time has been relegated to something private. Something shameful. Seeing her past passions as belonging to shy, uninteresting people, Navi has thrown herself instead into the social world of Sapinuwa. In a town known for its extravagant parties and hedonistic pursuits, Navi has had numerous distractions to chase, ever since puberty. Experimenting with substance abuse and the love found in the arms of both men and women, Navi has all the appearance of an innocent but the resume of a high class sinner. Fully aware of her appearance, Navi uses her nubile looks and doe-eyes to give the impression of innocence about the Court, particularly in the capital where she is more likely to meet suitable men for marriage. There, her reputation practically sparkles; it's so clean. But back home in Sapinuwa, all bets are off and Navi enjoys her nights and sleeps away her days to her heart's content. Not to mention indulging a raging case of kleptomania whenever the fancy strikes her.";}
#navi.cpdesc3:before{content:"Unlike her sister, who openly hates the new addition to their household, Navi has no love or hate for Tukana. If anything, she has simply been enjoying another less serious woman in the house. One whom she can accompany to parties and get-togethers. In recent weeks, however, at the uncovering of a secret, Navi has been forced to take Tukana's side in the household war, turning bad to worse in the homestead hostilities.";}
#navi.cpdesc4:before{content:"For Navi's wild world is at risk of crashing down around her. It has been several weeks since she has last bled. And given her father's current discussions with Abdul al'Ramebu about marriage between herself and Mahepta Eryi, Navi is going to have to employ all of her wits to pursue two lines of ambition: one, to see her union with Mahepta (or, in fact, anyone) happen sooner rather than latter. And two, to investigate just whom, on a rather long list of lovers, might be the father of her child. With Tukana the only one in the know, Navi has been forced to take her as counsel and co-conspirator in securing a marriage and eradicating any risk that her baby's sire will suspect his paternity in the future.";}
#nazaru.cpname:before{content:"Nazaru of Uruk";}
#nazaru.cptitle:before{content:"His Honourable Grace, Nazaru of Uruk, Aplu'angal of the Sekrum Dumu, Spiritualist of Babylonia";}
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#nazaru.cpdesc1:before,#nazaru .cpdesc1:before{content:"Like many souls that search for belonging, Nazaru of Uruk was born of two worlds. His mother was low-born but from a family that could trace their heritage in Uruk back nine generations. His father was a visiting minstrel and teller of grand tales. He stayed no longer than to compromise Guruneema's dignity and leave her unknowingly with child. Their low social status prevented her family disowning Guruneema, instead keeping her and her twin babies within her father's home. She was never able to remarry. As soon as Nazaru was old enough to understand how he and his sister had come to be, a subconscious resentment bubbled beneath his natural love for his kin.";}
#nazaru.cpdesc2:before{content:"Always a harsh child, devout to concepts of right and wrong, fairness and the exact ways to behave, Nazaru had few friends. He absorbed himself in numbers and letters, learning where he could but without formal education until he was twelve years old. That was when he was picked up by a wealthy gentleman: a man whose career seemed to only involve games of politics and the trade of information. This man was a member of the Sekrum Dumu and took Nazaru in as an apprentice. It was not difficult to reveal Nazaru's hidden frustration toward his mother: a woman foolish enough to let a night of passion restrict his opportunities and sully his family's bloodline. Before long, Nazaru's black and white thinking was turned to racial ideology and a hatred for his foreign half. This inner disgust drove his desire to find self worth in other achievements facilitated by his new mentor. Nazaru quickly excelled in advanced mathematics, astrology and foreign languages.";}
#nazaru.cpdesc3:before{content:"Nazaru's compassion for his family quickly evaporated. Only his sister kept a contradictory place in his heart. Born with a strange, debilitating disease that makes her almost immobile and hard to understand, Nazaru should loathe his twin; part of him recognises her sickness as proof of their tainted conception, a warning against racial diversity. And yet, she is still his sister. And after the death of his mother and grandparents, Nazaru has kept Valdira in relative comfort, away from his life and work. The rest of his life Nazaru has devoted to the Sekrum Dumu faction. His lack of empathy has made him a skilled spy and interrogator. Whilst the Sekrum Dumu rarely resorts to violence, sources are occasionally better off dead than utilised and Nazaru is an effective remover of political obstacles.";}
#nazaru.cpdesc4:before{content:"Now, he operates as a key figure in the Sekrum Dumu. Though not its leader, Nazaru has worked himself into a political role within the royal palace and has a vast network of connections across the rich Eshunna district. This makes his influence vast and deep, giving him power within the faction he has pledged his soul to. He is viewed as a much higher rank than he actually holds. Whilst Nazaru is not as blindly devout to the religious elements of the Sekrum Dumu as others, he is a zealous believer in genetics, racial impurities and the rights of the Uruk-born to hold power and lead mankind into a stronger future.";}
#nedevah.cpname:before{content:"Nedevah of Zevah";}
#nedevah.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Nedevah of Zevah, Birthed Daughter of Josiah of Samuel and Zevah of Elisheva, Courtier of Phoenicia";}
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#nedevah.cpdesc1:before,#nedevah .cpdesc1:before{content:"Whilst her sister exemplifies everything a Phoenician woman should avoid, Nedevah is the picture of ladylike qualities. Softly-spoken, demure in countenance and eager to please, Nedevah is the daughter every woman wishes for and the woman they seek for their sons. She is kindly, charitable, empathetic and innocently mature. She is also a skilled baker and enjoys her time in the kitchens with the Barak slaves.";}
#nedevah.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a young girl, Nedevah enjoyed her lessons and worked hard to please her parents. She was doted on by her mother and showered with love by her father. Protected by a teasing older sister and admired by a generous younger one, Nedevah was so surrounded by love that she could want for nothing else. As she grew older, Nedevah learned a little of her mother's toil for the people and has enjoyed promoting favour for Zevah by showing charity on the streets of Judah with hand baked bread.";}
#nedevah.cpdesc3:before{content:"Whilst she does not agree with her sister's rambunctious way of life, Nedevah tries not to judge it. She tries not to judge anyone. And whilst she is highly critical of any perceived sin on her own part, she openly forgives others for theirs. Whilst she is a devout believer, Nedevah's faith was tested when Yahweh took her father away. Now, she accepts that she has doubts but tries to follow the rules of kindness in the teachings all the same.";}
#nedevah.cpdesc4:before{content:"Nedevah is the sort of woman whom every young man seeks to marry, not just bed. Though sweetly beautiful, Nedevah's charms are only exaggerated by her refusal to declare them to the world and many a suitor have pursued her in the hopes of owning that beauty all for himself. Being the daughter of the Bamant is yet another boon for her marital prospects. For any son Nedevah bears might then inherit the title of Mahnheeg. Thus far, any serious suitor has been scared off by Talora's disgusting behaviour but the closer the Barak sister-wives get to potentially losing the title, the more harried new prospects appear at Nedevah's threshold. For if they could just wed her and impregnate her, that title might not be lost and could fall into the hands of their own child, ready to be wielded by the child's father until he came of age...";}
#neena.cpname:before{content:"Neena of the Zaire";}
#neena.cptitle:before{content:"Neena of the Zaire Gesin, Citizen of Bedoa’mt";}
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#neena.cpdesc1:before,#neena .cpdesc1:before{content:"Hasani of the Zaire’s second wife, Neena, is a confident young woman of radical acceptance and a list for new experiences. Wild at heart and passionate in spirit, Neena has an intoxicating aura of vivacious fun and hopeless romance. She sails through life on the air of adventure making friends wherever she happens to land. Curiously, Neena is not promiscuous. The pleasures she seeks in life are visceral, not sexual, and she opens her heart to one and all on a platonic level. Only with Hasani and his wife has Neena ever fallen in love. But her spirit could not be contained by matrimony and she now runs wild as a hunted outlaw of the Zaire tribe.";}
#neena.cpdesc2:before{content:"Neena has no concept of how, where or why she began. Though she has assumed, by her colouring, that she is half-Kemetic, Neena has no proof of her own origin. Like a nymph born fully-formed, she has no memories of her infancy and can only recall living as a vagabond or slave at any point in her childhood. Never with family - for she has no concept of her parents - but never alone either. Neena’s talent for making friends and drawing in people is innate and has always brought her travelling companions, temporary shelters and friends she can revisit over and again in different lands. For she has visited almost all the lands of Sa’hra and Sharqaan. She has yet to pass over the sea. The older she grew, the more content Neena became travelling alone and she now operates as a force to be reckoned with both in a group and solo. A skilled dancer, acrobat and knife thrower, Neena has learned skills that can both earn coin on street corners and protect her against enemies. Enemies like the slave owners who keep hunting her down.";}
#neena.cpdesc3:before{content:"Twice in her life, Neens has been a slave. An unbroken, wild and unrepentant slave, but a slave nonetheless. One of those periods of servitude brought her from the Somalu to the Zaire. There, she met Hasani. Despite his position of authority, Hasani had his eyes open to the world. He greeted each sunrise with gratitude and every sunset with peace. His kindness, openness and genuine sensuality lured Neena into believing she could devote herself to one person for life. His wife, it turned out, was just as seductive. A woman of intelligence and honour, who held lives in her hands… Neena could not help but admire a being such as Tanishe. And when she discovered the adventurous heart lying beneath Tanishe’s duty and devotion she was even more smitten. With them, Neena could have a permanent home, she just knew it…";}
#neena.cpdesc4:before{content:"Despite great happiness in their union, Neena’s hope for domestic permanence gradually worn away and was then lost entirely. For six years Neena had drawn in her sails and stilled the voices of adventure in her head. But her need to run free and wild was so strong that it eventually had her itching out of her skin and withdrawing from a world so full of love. Hasani and Tanishe could not bear to see the woman they both loved reduced to such aching sorrow and eventually encouraged Neena to run. As she abandoned her husband only a year ago, Neena is still technically married to Hasani. And runaway brides are hunted like criminals. Not that Neena minds. So long as she can maintain her freedom, with air in her lungs and light in her eyes, she is content. The heartbreaks of all she has sacrificed for her liberty are a private despair, hidden deep, away from the world and from herself.";}
#nefertaari.cpname:before{content:"Nefertaari H'Sheifa";}
#nefertaari.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Nefertaari of Hei Sheifa, Birthed Daughter of Lord Onuphrious of Hei Sheifa and Iaheru of Thebes, Courtier of K’m’t";}
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#nefertaari.cpdesc1:before,#nefertaari .cpdesc1:before{content:"Nefertaari is a woman who thinks much like her father; in terms of value and trade. And she likes to put herself and her inherited beauty on the higher end of that spectrum. She has known a few men, she has flirted with many but she has always held herself as such a wealthy, opulent commodity that she has rarely committed to any one in particular. Relatively soft in manner but with a will and mind of her own underneath, Nefertaari is graceful, beautiful and just a little bit wily.";}
#nefertaari.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a child, Nefertaari was closer to her father than to her mother. This was no great criticism to the maternal figure in her life: just the innate boldness of Nefertaari's character seeking a similar, less demure influence. After learning alongside her brother Sutekh, Nefertaari had a strong grasp of trade and negotiation even as a child. Into her adult years this skill expanded to include the masterful application of fluttering eyelashes and coy smiles. Well aware of her appearance as a stunning young woman, Nefertaari is not beneath utilising every talent she possesses to come out on top. Though the sense of moral justice underpinning her character restrains Nefertaari from ever straying too far into the territory of manipulation.";}
#nefertaari.cpdesc3:before{content:"Recent drama in the Hei of Sheifa has left Nefertaari queasy and frustrated. Not only does it sit ill with her to see her family torn asunder and her brother cast to another estate. But now Akhenaten is being pushed into the role of heir. As a female, Nefertaari never previously sought a position of power at her father's side. Despite aiding him in many meetings with clients and associate merchants, Nefertaari was content to see the economic future of the family fall to the reliable Sutekh. But Akhenaten is another matter. Even as a woman, Nefertaari believes she would serve better as her father's second and now feels a sting of rejection that was never there before.";}
#nefertaari.cpdesc4:before{content:"Luckily, Nefertaari has been working on her own project: a small trading hub of antiquities. Nefertaari had always intended this to be her means of living, should she never meet a man she liked enough to take as a husband. But now, it's revelation might prove her worthy in her father's eyes of taking on a much larger responsibility in her own Hei. The only question is, how to present the business in a way that will not see her father naturally absorb it into his own commercial trade...?";}
#neithotep.cpname:before{content:"Neithotep H'Sheifa";}
#neithotep.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Neithotep of Hei Sheifa, Birthed Daughter of Lord Onuphrious of Hei Sheifa and Iaheru of Thebes, Courtier of K’m’t";}
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#neithotep.cpdesc1:before,#neithotep .cpdesc1:before{content:"Much more free with her attention than her elder sister, Neithotep is widely considered to be looking for love in all the wrong places. Drawn to the bad boys and the commoners who will never be acceptable specimens for marriage, Neithotep seems to be a woman on a mission. The question is simply: what kind? Either she is, for reasons unknown, determined to fall in love with the most ill-suited man in all of K'm't, or she is looking for something that just never seems to show up. If gossipers are pressed, most would imply that Neithotep's enigmatic prey is the attention of her workaholic father and disapproving mother. Others think her a romantic at heart and whisper that there is no ulterior motive; that the young woman truly does share her heart with all who share her bed. Only Neithotep knows the truth, which she hides behind a butter-wouldn't-melt smile.";}
#neithotep.cpdesc2:before{content:"Such a smile was born before Neithotep's romantic escapades and has grown in strength from her younger years. Once the 'pleader' of the family, Neithotep could ask her parents for anything and they would melt. Spoiled and closeted away by isolating hobbies like reading and embroidery, Neithotep was late to the social scene and only stepped out into social circles when her mother enforced it. At twenty-two, she made her debut amongst her noble peerage. And she has never looked back.";}
#neithotep.cpdesc3:before{content:"Though Neithotep still prefers her own company over anyone else's, social gatherings are where she finds her muses, her infatuations and her lovers. Subconsciously shy, awkward and with limited self-confidence, Neithotep buries her insecurities under layer upon layer of social graces, bright smiles and witty banter. Not to mention an attachment to sex that borders on the addictive. To all who witness her, she is a central hub around which social warmth flows. In truth, interacting with those she does not care to seduce is merely a means to an end; a suffrage to be borne until Neithotep finds someone who makes her heart sing. After which, she'll return to her brightly coloured threads and private moments of quiet contemplation.";}
#nemiramis.cpname:before{content:"Nemiramis of Terqa";}
#nemiramis.cptitle:before{content:"Nemiramis of Terqa, Spiritualist of Assyria";}
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#nemiramis.cpdesc1:before,#nemiramis .cpdesc1:before{content:"Nemiramis grew up without a father. Not uncommon for children of Terqa, in which the small community is familiar with vagabonds and wayfaring strangers passing through their town and womenfolk. With Nemiramis, however, her birth caused far more of a stir. Her mother, Moyra, insisted over and again that there had been no transient sire; that Nemiramis was a virgin birth. These insistences were never-ending and Moyra would claim the divinity of Nemiramis’s existence to any who would listen. A number that dwindled quickly thanks to Moyra’s reputation for tall tales and compulsive lies.";}
#nemiramis.cpdesc2:before{content:"By the time Nemiramis was six, the rumours of her ethereal advent were a regular joke or tongue-in-cheek remark. But then she had her first vision. Upon touching the hand of a neighbouring woman, Nemiramis went still and her eyes blank and wide. She told the woman to beware of a cloud of fish and to not trust the one with the red tail. Everyone thought Nemiramis to be playing a joke, for what fish would be found in a desert town like Terqa? Nemiramis could produce no logical reason for her words, claiming they had sprung from her tongue as water does a well. The next day, however, a cloud of dust rose on the horizon and a band of men rode into town. They were escapees from the coast; mutineers from an Assyrian ship. Many of them wore the teeth of sharks as medallions. One was mixed race and wore his red hair in a long braid. It was this man who would go on to kill the townswoman Nemiramis had warned; collateral, accidental damage in a drunken brawl. Suddenly, Nemiramis’s vision did not seem so bizarre…";}
#nemiramis.cpdesc3:before{content:"Over two years, Nemiramis had three more visions. Some were positive, others dire warnings, but all of them cryptic, only making sense when the event had come to pass. Even Nemiramis could not understand her obscure prophecies. But, as each came true in their own way, gossip soon spread. Just as Nemiramis turned nine years old, a priestess came to town searching for the rumoured oracle. Suddenly, Moyra’s tall tales and Nemi’s visions were taken all the more seriously. Though not unkind to Nemi, Moyra was not a loving mother and enjoyed her daughter for the attention she begot as the mother of a spiritual anomaly. She was, therefore, quick to sell Nemiramis to the priestess in exchange for a home near the temple she would be taken to in Assur.";}
#nemiramis.cpdesc4:before{content:"As Nemi’s new owner was a priestess of Nintinugga, it was to the Monarchs that she was taken. As her abilities, however, could be useful to any temple or religious group, Nemiramis has since been guarded covetously by the Monarchs. Keeping her head shaved and her clothes simple, Nemiramis has been systematically stripped of her gender and identity. She now sees herself as purely an oracle, untainted by human influence.";}
#nemiramis.cpdesc5:before{content:"The only problem is, Nemiramis does not have visions as often as her priesthood would like. As the years have gone by, in fear of losing her position of luxury in the temple, Nemiramis has exaggerated her skills. She would claim extra details within a real vision or, occasionally, claim an entirely false one. For the last decade, Nemiramis’s lies have gradually outstripped her real oracular abilities. The Monarchs now believe that Nemiramis witnesses visions almost every time she touches another’s skin. She is therefore kept away from human contact, her skills reserved only for the richest or most powerful. Nemi can occasionally get away with claiming a lack of vision or may indeed receive a real one but, more often than not, she is forced to improvise an obscure prophecy of fortune each time she touches one of her visitors.";}
#nemiramis.cpdesc6:before{content:"Over the years, Nemiramis has learned to twist ideas and logic. The priestesses, who believe so ardently in their oracle, will become very creative if a patron ever claims that their vision did not come true. A twisting of metaphor or retelling of reality can almost always prove Nemi’s powers infallible. And Nemiramis has learned the same manipulation, by example.";}
#nemiramis.cpdesc7:before{content:"In other areas, Nemiramis has been taught to read and write in almost a dozen known languages so that she can tend to many visitors and research scriptures of Nintinugga from other lands. Nemiramis is a strong academic, intelligent and fast with her words. But physically a chaste diet and little sunlight keep her weak and pale. Nemi’s delicacy is often claimed as a symptom of her divine powers as she has grown more fragile the more numerous her visions have become. In truth, Nemi’s lifestyle keeps her on the brink of malnutrition and she is permitted little exercise beyond a stroll in the temple grounds. Very occasionally she is summoned to the palace of a royal for her abilities and sometimes she must suffer the visits of her mother, who enjoys milking her connection to an oracle for all it is worth. All in all, Nemiramis enjoys her life of ease and the respect she is given by those around her. But her everyday life is often interrupted by the fear of what she will do if her lies are ever discovered and why she was given her prophecies in the first place…";}
#nenet.cpname:before{content:"Nenet H'Sheifa";}
#nenet.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Nenet of Hei Sheifa, Birthed Daughter of Lord Onuphrious of Hei Sheifa and Iaheru of Thebes, Courtier of K’m’t";}
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#nenet.cpdesc1:before,#nenet .cpdesc1:before{content:"Nenet is the odd one out in the fine, regal ladies of the Sheifa Hei. Or so she feels. Where they have confidence and grace, she has nervousness, awkward clumsiness and a stutter. Somewhere along the line, her siblings inherited the key to successful socialisation and Nenet was left empty-handed. Though she tries, harder than she probably should, to make up for her deficits, noble events are a torturous period in which Nenet drives herself to a migraine with concentration and strains her tongue trying to keep it in check. When she fails, a sidelong look from her father, mother or siblings has colour flushing to her face. Feeling their embarrassment along every nerve of her body has Nenet's timidity and tearfulness on the rise...";}
#nenet.cpdesc2:before{content:"To make matters worse, Nenet was closest to her brother Sutekh, growing up. Their quieter dispositions were a harmonious duet in a house of vivid personalities. He was patient with her, helping her to work around her stutter rather than criticising her weaknesses. Only with him (and the stable horses) does Nenet seem able to speak without impairment. Sutekh made Nenet feel safe and secure. He made her feel like a Sheifa.";}
#nenet.cpdesc3:before{content:"Only, as recent events have revealed... Sutekh was not a Sheifa himself. Sired by another man, Sutekh has faced the wrath of his father's exile and now resides in the royal palace. Onuphrious's second commandment was that no-one is to go near him, nor speak with him. As far as Nenet's father is concerned, Sutekh died the day his trust in his wife perished. Heartbroken to lose not only her brother but the warm gaze of a father who now treats all of his children with heavy dose of suspicion, Nenet has already snuck from the house on several occasions. Though she has yet to find a way of meeting Sutekh behind walls of gates and soldiers, she is determined to meet with her brother and reaffirm their bond.";}
#nero.cpname:before{content:"Nero Nobilis Cassia";}
#nero.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Imperia Nero Nobilis Cassia, Birthed Heir of Lord Eric Nobilis Cassia and Lucia of Caralis, Senator of Roma";}
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#nero.cpdesc1:before,#nero .cpdesc1:before{content:"Nero is many things to many people. As a son, he was a caring, filial heir who protected his infirm and physically disabled sire. As a brother, he was, and is, Erica's protector and benefactor, facilitating her marriage in his father's place. As a husband, he was devoted, besotted and adoring of his wife, choosing Rosalia over a more profitable noble match whilst ensuring no offence was made to the men offering their aristocratic daughters. All his life, Nero has kept a careful balance between heart and head. Between the deep compassion he holds for those he loves and the careful, intellectual consideration necessary for his position in life.";}
#nero.cpdesc2:before{content:"At the birth of his children, Nero's philosophy did not change. To his three sons he has always preached the same message: love with your whole heart and let your head guide you along a path that allows that heart to sing. Only with his eldest has Nero ever struggled. Only to his first born son is Nero a tyrant.";}
#nero.cpdesc3:before{content:"Upon the death of his beloved Rosalia, Nero lost his way. For a few months, as grief tightened his nerves to the point of frayed tips and his patience was at an all-time low, his on-going battle with Cassius reached its climax. Cassius had always been too wild, too pig-headed. The pair had locked horns and clashed wills ever since the boy could talk and walk at the same time. But, with Rosalia gone and the entire household - family and servants alike - mourning her loss, there was no stopping the torrent of angry words. Cassius accused Nero of killing Rosalia. Of not summoning a physician soon enough, of not reading the signs of her illness. Nero's son condemned him for spending too much time on his parliament duties and fating Rosalia to death by neglect. When Cassius exiled himself from the house, running away to board a ship and seek his own fortunes elsewhere, Nero retaliated by rescinding his lineage. Cassius was removed from the Nobilis Cassia records. Soon, Nero theorised, Cassius would learn what it means to be without family, without support. He would learn to appreciate what he had left behind and he would return. He didn't.";}
#nero.cpdesc4:before{content:"Instead, five years after Cassius's disappearance, a woman arrived in Sardon. Sick beyond measure, barely able to stand and feverish to the point of delusion, the woman carried with her two children. Despite her fragile health and polite words, the woman refused to leave, planting herself upon the Cassia threshold until she was seen by someone in charge. She was still there when Nero happened to return home six hours later. The woman called herself Hellen. She spoke little Latin so she conversed with Nero in Hebrew, revealing that she was Cassius's wife and that the children were his. She claimed that Cassius had disappeared before her babies were born - simply left to fetch her medicine one day and never returned. Whilst she had fought to handle motherhood alone, a healer back in Phoenicia had warned Hellen that, at the speed she was deteriorating, she would not live out the year. Refusing to subject her babies to life alone, Hellen had packed her few possessions and journeyed across land and sea, her illness be damned. Cassius had told her of his family and the Cassia house. And she had been determined to bring his children so that they could be raised by kin after her passing.";}
#nero.cpdesc5:before{content:"It took six months more for Hellen to succumb to her infirmity. In that time, she slowly convinced Nero and the family of her truth and integrity. Whilst Nero and his other sons suspected Cassius to have run from the responsibility of parenthood, Hellen tried to prove them wrong. They did not know the Cassius that she knew. They did not know how their son and brother had changed since leaving Roma. Hellen believed to her dying breath that Cassius had not abandoned them: that he had been prevented from returning somehow or had been killed. Her devotion to his son soon cemented Hellen in Nero's affections and, when she eventually died, he had mourned as he would for his own daughter. Hellen was a gentle and beloved creature with the heart of a lioness. A heart that Nero put at ease in her final days by officially claiming the twins Caelia and Julius into the family name.";}
#nero.cpdesc6:before{content:"Since then, Nero's grandchildren have been the apple of his eye. Vitrus, his second born son, has become an honourable and intelligent heir of whom Nero is very proud and Felix holds a special spot of favouritism for the Cassia patriarch. The twins' uncles have gladly played the role of pseudo-fathers and Nero now commands a family full of love, devotion and serenity. The question is, just how that peace will hold up under the sudden reappearance of the missing Cassius...";}
#nethis.cpname:before{content:"Nethis of Thanasi";}
#nethis.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Nethis of Dynasteía Thanasi, Birthed Daughter of Lord Dionysios of Dynasteía Thanasi and Basilem Ulla of Dynasteía Kotas, Courtier of Colchis, Hellas";}
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#nethis.cpdesc1:before,#nethis .cpdesc1:before{content:"It is hardly a secret that Dionysios of Thanasi is disappointed in his sons. Though he’d be the first to strike down any to insult a child of Thanasi blood, most are aware that he detests the weak conviction of his two boys, and that Dionysios might wish that his first child had been born male. For, in every other way, his daughter Nethis is a perfect heir to his inheritance of selfish ambition. Like her father, Nethis is highly intelligent and wickedly cunning. She sees the world as a game to be played, the people in it mere puppets with strings fresh for plucking. And she is a master puppeteer.";}
#nethis.cpdesc2:before{content:"Though taught, like her father, to worship the name of and shield of her house above all other things, Nethis takes a slightly different perview to her sire. Where Dionysios wishes to achieve in the Thanasi name, Nethis seeks to raise herself, so that she might take the Thanasi name with her. It is a slight but significant difference. For her father, the House is a dynasty to which loyalty is demanded. To Nethis, the people are the House and the satiation of their desires is the key to Thanasi glory. Nethis is just as capable of playing the political game as her father, despite the restrictions of her sex. On the flip side, her sex gives her an additional weapon against those of authority and Nethis is well known for tempting prominent figures into her viper’s den of a bedroom.";}
#nethis.cpdesc3:before{content:"Rumours abound that Nethis and her sisters are witches, with poisons and poultices are their fingertips and spells at their call. If one does not believe Nethis’s haunting good looks to be enough of a temptation, then her more magical charms must be to blame. Or so people say… Although Nethis cannot actually wield enchantments, it is true that she and Thea are exceptional apothecaries and herbalists. But lust potions have never been Nethis’s forte. She prefers concoctions of a more deadly sort. Scandalising whispers surround Nethis like a fog, although evidence can never seem to be found supporting the rumours. Tales of poisonings, seductions, corruption, hedonistic rituals and the drowning of unwanted children are all popular rumours. But only Nethis knows how many of the stories are true.";}
#nethis.cpdesc4:before{content:"To her family, Nethis is the shadow matriarch of the household. Though she is careful to ensure her ailing and ageing father believes himself to still be lord of their lands, it is Nethis who runs the Thanasi House. It is she who compiles reports, writes her father’s correspondence and corrals her younger siblings. It was she who sent Evras to seduce Zanon of Kotas when her own seductions towards the crown prince failed. It was she who issued Dysius’s barony and now watches closely in order to fix his administrative errors. It is Nethis who keeps Mihail’s exorbitant spending to a manageable sum. To her kin, Nethis is a fierce leader and wicked ally, but to others she is the hauntingly seductive, black-hearted witch of the Colchian mountains.";}
#nidana.cpname:before{content:"Nidana Haiwattama";}
#nidana.cptitle:before{content:"Her Highness, Hāssas Nidana Haiwattama of the Antu' Tahurna, Claimed Daughter of Tuhkanti Haiwattama Mursiliwadna of the Antu’ Tahurna and a Concubine of the Seraglio, Royal of Hattusa";}
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#nidana.cpdesc1:before,#nidana .cpdesc1:before{content:"Amongst her powerful and beautiful half-siblings, Nidana has grown up in relative obscurity. Her mother Meryum, has long been recognised as the king's most favoured and long-serving concubine. Were she not of common birth, many believe the king would have married her long ago, his attachment to her is so strong. This should elevate Nidana's standing in the Court to a prestige higher than most other princesses, but she has not the ambition or social vivacity to capitalise on this advantage.";}
#nidana.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a child, Nidana was dubbed as unintelligent. Slow to learn basic skills, ineffective in mathematics, languages and literature and often sickly in body, Nidana was a literal failure in every measurable instance of royalty. At the time, her only true talent was a quiet persistence. Doggedly working through her lessons a dozen times over until she could comprehend her tutors, Nidana showed none of the confidence or charisma of an ambitious woman, but she silently harboured her resistance to failure. She should not quit. It did not need a song and dance. It did not need an accompaniment of banners and trumpeteers. She had only to get up each morning and try, try and try again.";}
#nidana.cpdesc3:before{content:"As she grew older, a new skill began to make itself known in Nidana. One that was a surprise to all. Having declared the young princess (though not to her face) a simpleton or perhaps damaged in the mind, it was stupefying to discover that the young woman held a talent for philosophy and abstract thought. It was astounding to Nidana's tutors: the child who had struggled with spelling and basic arithmetic, could now discuss advanced concepts of the divine, universe and existence without obstacles. Nidana, it was soon proclaimed, was not unintelligent at all, but a marvel of ingenuity and outside-the-box thinking. This soon led to Nidana's interest in devout practice and theory, as well as a practical hobby of invention. Though she requires help from servants and aides when calculating the mathematics behind her builds, Nidana enjoys forging contraptions and physics experiments that test the way of the world. Between the temples and her workshop, Nidana lives a solitary but content little life, appearing at Court only when her absence would be insulting and finding her joy in the simple things of life. She has no interest in drama or grand adventure.";}
#nidana.cpdesc4:before{content:"And yet, drama has found her.";}
#nidana.cpdesc5:before{content:"Six months ago, Nidana's path crossed with that of her half-brother Hekem Siripudu. Quite by chance, the pair had not seen one another since their childhood, when Hekem would help Nidana in her classes or occasionally mock her inabilities as taunting boys do. Now, the pair have grown into individual riveting and weakening to the other. Whilst Nidana's philosophical and morally sweet way of life attracts a man familiar with only blood and lust, she in turn has no defence against Hekem's flirtatious charisma. A virgin with no romantic experience of any kind, Nidana has been swept away by her reaction to such a man. How his touch lights a fire beneath her skin. How his words set a blush upon her cheeks. She runs from Hekem more often than she swoons, but as their game of courtship escalates, Nidana's anxiety only strengthens. For now they have exchanged only heated glances and words strewn with hidden meaning. But what of the future? A future that Nidana fears she will be unable to resist… For what kind of bizarrity, what kind of monster, would fall in love with her own brother?";}
#nikolias.cpname:before{content:"Nikolias of Condos";}
#nikolias.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Nikolias of Dynasteía Condos, Birthed Heir of Lord Nikos of Dynasteía Condos and Basilem Aglaia of Dynasteía Mikaelidas, Senator of Taengea, Hellas";}
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#nikolias.cpdesc1:before,#nikolias .cpdesc1:before{content:"Nikolias's mother was of royal blood. A first born child of a king. And yet, because she was born female, the Taengean throne remained with the Mikaelidas family instead of passing down to the Condos. Nikolias is not overjoyed that such a fluke saw the crown pass him by, but it would be equally untrue to call him bitter.";}
#nikolias.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a child, Nikolias was not raised to regret or covet what he could not have. Instead, he grew up secure of his place in the world; he was the future Head of the Condos House. As such, training was required. As a studious and thoughtful child, Nikolias excelled in his lessons and soon became the forefront expert on Taengean economics and trade. Were he not devoted to his House and intent on holding the rank of its Head, he would be a fine contender for the Master of Trade or Master of Coin positions in the Senate. Instead, Nikolias often outshines the men holding such roles, as members of the Court would rather listen to his expertise than the advice of others.";}
#nikolias.cpdesc3:before{content:"Putting his money where his mouth is, Nikolias has led the House of Condos to its richest era, their wine and flower industry excelling and their new branch into horse trade starting to nip at the heels of the Leventis. Besides the Leventis, Condos is now the richest House in all of Taengea, despite being the youngest.";}
#nikolias.cpdesc4:before{content:"Nikolias's marriage was arranged but that hasn't stopped him caring for his wife, and she, for him. Comporting himself like the king he might have been had destiny been written a little differently, Nikolias is chivalrous, generous and respectful. How could the lady of his house not be charmed? In return, Olivia provides Nikolias with strong public support and has birthed him three children, whom Nikolias deeply loves and dotes upon. The only wrinkle in his home life now lies with Nikolias's son. Nikos seems more preoccupied with chasing young women and living an indulgent, hedonistic life than he does continuing the House's business and securing its position as a financial superior. If Nikolias cannot get his heir under control, everything he has achieved since reaching adulthood is at risk of disappearing as quickly as he built it.";}
#nikos.cpname:before{content:"Nikos of Condos";}
#nikos.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Varónos Nikos of Dynasteía Condos, Birthed Heir of Lord Nikolias of Dynasteía Condos and Lady Olivia of Dynasteía Condos, Senator of Taengea, Hellas";}
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#nikos.cpdesc1:before,#nikos .cpdesc1:before{content:"As the only son of the Condos family, Nikos will eventually inherit the mantle of its Head of House. Despite his outward behaviour as a womaniser and drunkard, he takes this responsibility incredibly seriously. As far as Nikos is concerned, his future and the future of the House he loves are intrinsically intertwined. The more powerful he is, the more powerful the House is. It is for this reason that Nikos is particularly bitter over his father's missed chance of becoming king. Although such anger has bypassed Nikolias, it grows in his son with twice the force.";}
#nikos.cpdesc2:before{content:"Growing up, Nikos learned his lessons well. Not particularly interested in his tutored classes, nor naturally academic, Nikos might have suffered in his learning were it not for an exceptional intelligence and clear propensity for numbers. His mathematics skills are unrivalled and his ability to see the world through the lens of supply and demand overrules everything else. To Nikos, people are trades to be made, resources to claim and exchanges to win.";}
#nikos.cpdesc3:before{content:"Nikos's intelligence soon rendered his lessons boring and a rebellious nature arose. By the time he was an adult, Nikos was running riot with his chariot, drinking himself into stupors on the regular, and turning an interested eye towards any and every beautiful woman to cross his path. He is now known as one of the greatest and most diverse lovers in Taengea, rivalled in the title only by Stephanos of Mikaelidas. A rivalry that Nikos takes very seriously. All of these poor habits feed into Nikos's belief of what he is owed. With every woman that falls in love with him, every man that falls to his sword in a duel, Nikos sees himself elevated and the House name with it. He is blind to the damage he is incurring on the Condos reputation.";}
#nikos.cpdesc4:before{content:"Despite his horrendous use of women in his life outside the Condos home, Nikos is surprisingly devout to his mother and sisters, seeing them as entirely separate beings from the females that grace his bed. He often convinces himself that it is for the sake of these women, the women he cares for so much, that he must continue being a 'true man'; continue to fight and drink and whore his way through the upper echelons of society. The fact that he enjoys this lifestyle is a huge added bonus.";}
#nikto.cpname:before{content:"Nikto of Lands Afar";}
#nikto.cptitle:before{content:"Nikto of Lands Afar";}
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#nikto.cpdesc1:before,#nikto .cpdesc1:before{content:"INTROHERE";}
#octavia.cpname:before{content:"Octavia Lex Regnum Veneti";}
#octavia.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Magnum Imperia Octavia Lex Regnum Veneti, Birthed Daughter of Lord Marco Lex Regnum Veneti and Penelope of Paesia, Senator of Roma";}
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#octavia.cpdesc1:before,#octavia .cpdesc1:before{content:"Octavia is often entitled the Goddess of Roma. The only woman of royal lineage to also possess a current title of power, Octavia is the single most dominant, powerful and authoritative woman in the Roma territories. Add to this a great beauty, a head for politics and a shawl of elegant dignity so thick it's impenetrable, and it is easy to see why sculptors long to immortalise Octavia in divine marble. Highly intelligent, politically mature and downright cunning when it comes to empathetic diplomacy, Octavia takes her birthright and her duties in the Parliamentum very seriously.";}
#octavia.cpdesc2:before{content:"Granddaughter to the last emperor of Roma, Octavia was six years old when the monarchy was dissolved and the Parliamentum given over to the people. One of her first memories is that of her grandfather, wearing the great laurel crown of her people at a chariot event. That image, shining and golden, infuses Octavia's spine with steel at every social feast and draws up her chin in moments of weakness. She is the daughter of kings. The legacy of emperors. And yet, such conviction saw Octavia grow up wise, not arrogant. Fearing that she might disappoint her ancestors, Octavia took to her lessons with severe dedication. What she could not learn, she sought harder. What she could not seek, she asked of others. No question was left without answer, no wisdom left unknown. As an only child, orphaned in her teen years, Octavia learned to rely upon no-one but herself. And whilst this has always served her well mentally, the practical realities of the world do not always acquiesce. After her father's passing, Octavia was fourteen and alone in the world. With only her grand lineage to keep her estate warm at night, Octavia's life would spin beyond her control if she could not find a male guardian to oversee her continued education and eventual entry into politics. The men who worked for her family's industries would cease to answer to her. Her family's treasury would eventually dwindle. A woman cannot survive in the Romani world alone. Even a daughter of kings.";}
#octavia.cpdesc3:before{content:"In her youth, Octavia had harboured a secret affection for Nero Nobilis Cassia. A handsome and charismatic young man who was enamoured more with numbers and cleverness than swinging a sword in war games. But, by the time disease had claimed Marco Lex Regnum Veneti, Nero was already married. His cousin on the other hand... Upon first introductions, Paulus appeared to have inherited all that Octavia found so attractive in his kinsman. He was considerate and eloquent in thought and word. He talked of bettering the world around them, of elevating the Romani as a whole, not as a single House or ambitious bloodline. Octavia found his passionate conviction alluring and his face attractive. He came from a respectful lineage that could not overshadow hers. And he was only three years her senior at the time they were wed. Paulus was perfect. Or so Octavia thought.";}
#octavia.cpdesc4:before{content:"For the first few years of their marriage, life was bliss. Paulus was charming and romantic. He was supportive and beneficial to the Veneti name. He was a doting father to the twin girls Octavia birthed him. Everything was beautiful until Octavia's second pregnancy ended in a stillbirth. A baby boy, son and heir, lost before he was gained. Grief does things to a person. To Octavia it produced a great sorrow but one she was determined to conquer for the sake of her daughters and her responsibilities as Head of the Veneti House. For her husband... it manifested the urge to drink. Drink was soon befriended by opium. And intoxication led to poor judgement. In angry, drunk cries, Paulus accused Octavia of breaking her marital vows by failing to give him his son. In return, he had done the same, taking other women to his bed. Then there were the financial choices, unwisely made in the name of Veneti that almost brought a branch of their business into ruin. The finale of Paulus's performance of heartbreak was to turn violent hands upon the woman who had broken it: his wife. Fearing that her four year old daughters would soon notice their father's stupors of cruelty, Octavia endured, masked and hid the truth from her children. Until one night, when she feared for the safety of Silva. The moment danger fell from her to her offspring, Octavia would not relent. Within a week, Paulus was dead. Killed but a spooked horse pulling his chariot under the wheels of another. Just how Octavia had orchestrated such a fate, no-one knows save she. For there was never an investigation. Never any suspicion. Until Marius.";}
#octavia.cpdesc5:before{content:"In the years since Paulus's death, Octavia's life has been heavy with burden. As a legacy of the royal blood, Imperia to the Parliamentum, Head of her House, sole adult representative of the Veneti name, chief executive of its dozens of industries, and now a widower without male support, something would eventually have to give. Or so people thought. Octavia never relented. Unlike her lack of authority as a spinster, as a widower Octavia was her own possession, inheriting her husband's standing and power. She juggled everything. She fought social convention, secured her rights over her family's assets in a way she never could have as a teenager and maintained the glory of the Veneti glory alone. She was up before dawn, worked long hours and then returned to her children before bedtime. Then it was hours further labour over papers and correspondence before she surrendered to just a few hours of slumber herself. To society at large, Octavia was an elegant creature of grace and dignity. She had boundless stamina and natural talent in all things. In reality, she worked herself into the ground day after day in the hopes of one day finding a moment to breathe easy.";}
#octavia.cpdesc6:before{content:"After more than a decade of this toil, Octavia became aware of a closetted mentality in her daughters. In her desire to provide them with everything they could need or desire, she had narrowed their world to a small realm of luxury and particular culture. In the hopes of broadening their horizons and mindsets, Octavia sent the girls to a powerful merchant family of Phoenicia: to the Havivs. From the age of nineteen, the girls were sent to the East with a promise of eight years of advanced education under the Haviv guardianship. In their time away, Octavia's dearest confidante has become her lover. Aemiliana is married but Octavia can swallow her jealousy over her regular spousal visits in light of the greatest love she has ever experienced. Such a love, however, could not stop her from remarrying. Of course, that was not her choice.";}
#octavia.cpdesc7:before{content:"Marius is a cunning man. A wicked man. A man who has found evidence that Octavia's first husband did not die by the hand of the Fates. Having blackmailed his way to Octavia's hand and into her bed, Marius now takes great joy in his spousal rights over Octavia's body. But he's also calculating enough to never let such cruelty show. In public, he plays the inferior so effectively that he is almost simpering. Were anyone to accuse him of hostile dominance in private, even the most seasoned gossiper would laugh. Marius was an attractive, youthful husband that clearly tickled Octavia's elderly fancy where her female lover has yet to reach. It is not surprising, courtiers whisper, that a woman so alone for so long, would seek new, male company. To Aemiliana, Octavia had begged understanding and secrecy. Only now, six months since her marriage to Marius, is Octavia finally willing to come clean to the love of her life and pray that Aemiliana will understand... An added complication comes in the form of Octavia's precious daughters, returned from Phoenicia for the wedding and much altered for the time in the land of the Hebrews...";}
#oldin.cpname:before{content:"Oldin Ragnarson";}
#oldin.cptitle:before{content:"His Einvalds, Kónungr Oldin Ragnarson of the Northriver Ostmaðr, Birthed Heir of Kónungrson Ragnar Ragnarson of the Northriver Ostmaðr and Eiginkona Laya, Royal of Ostjorð";}
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#oldin.cpdesc1:before,#oldin .cpdesc1:before{content:"Oldin was once a great warrior. A legend of his people, a hero of his lands. He was a vicious and cruel fighter, a mercenary with a blade and a male of great physical power. Because of this legacy, Oldin has strong connections with other sippes and holds Skarde Skrigson in particular in high regard. Arne Arneson second in this. He abhors weakness. Cowardice is a sin. And anyone who believes they must train to be successful instead of experience the real thing on a battlefield is an idiot. Oldin operates with the naive, boisterous arrogance of a man who has been lucky in war.";}
#oldin.cpdesc2:before{content:"For most of his life, Oldin has lived as any Ostmadr aspires to live. This includes victories on the battlefield but also the production of children with several different women. His first wife gave him a daughter who Oldin married off as soon as was possible. His second wife gave him his son and heir, Reidar. Since then, Oldin has continued to take fine women to his bed, including the sippe's most respected fugara, Metheya. Their union created an illegitimate daughter whom Oldin has not seen fit to claim as his own, despite her paternity being an open fact. As a man who sees the world in shades of blood, Oldin does not show affection for any of his family, though he is, in his old age, being begrudgingly wooed by the charm of his grandddaughters.";}
#oldin.cpdesc3:before{content:"Eight years ago, Oldin's worldview fell apart due to a particular battle with the Roman Viatrix forces. At sixty-one, Oldin was neither as fast nor as strong as he once was. But no-one was brave enough to suggest such a thing to his face. Taking to the battlefield, the Northriver forces were victorious but Oldin lost greatly. In the fight, his hand was severed at the wrist. And he was stabbed in the knee so horrendously that the sippe physician had to remove the entire lower leg. Now half a man, as far as he is concerned, Oldin is not adjusting to his infirmity well. A man used to power all his life, his physical limitations are a constant source of rage and frustration. His arrogance, however, refuses to see that rage turned inwards. Instead, he blasts it upon anyone too unsuspecting to defend themselves.";}
#oldin.cpdesc4:before{content:"In his wrath, Oldin has fallen as a leader. His enemies have grown stronger, his own forces diminished because of his weak leadership. It is only in recent years that the Northriver has once more grown into a powerful force, in most part due to Oldin's son. Reidar has gradually taken control from his father, leading his people in the right direction once more. But Oldin has yet to notice. When he does, issues are sure to arise. Because, whilst Reidar is loyal and credits Oldin with every successful decision and shoulders the blame for any sippe issue, Oldin is not one to relinquish control. Ever.";}
#olga.cpname:before{content:"Olga Ulfdottir";}
#olga.cptitle:before{content:"Her Einvalds, Dróttning Olga Ulfdottir of the Blacklock Hill Ostmaðr, Birthed Daughter of Ulf Ulfson of the Blacklock Hill Ostmaðr and Kónungrdottir Esta, Royal of Ostjorð";}
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#olga.cpdesc1:before,#olga .cpdesc1:before{content:"Born to the kónungr of the Blacklock Hill sippe, and married to its current ruler, Olga is used to a life of prestige and power. A skilled archer and wicked with a dagger, Olga is also a keen apothecary and knows her way around poisons and poultices better than most. She is a wicked queen with a power-hungry nature and only holds affection for three people in her life: her two children, and the husband that sired them. The third child in her household, the daughter of her husband's first marriage, is an eyesore she simply has to accept if she's to keep her king's favour. Not that she does so with much grace.";}
#olga.cpdesc2:before{content:"It is Olga's life's ambition to see her children rise and their rival in the form of Skuld Skardottir fall. Her daughter Estrid is growing into a lady of confidence and dominant character, so Olga has acquired the finest tutors for the girl, ensuring that she learns languages and the skill of negotiation. She also feeds her daughter several draughts, applies ointments to her hair and all manner of other remedies to ensure the girl is as beautiful and fertile as possible for her future husband. Whilst Skarde, Olga's husband, is eager to see Estrid married soon, Olga holds out on her daughter's behalf, waiting for the perfect match.";}
#olga.cpdesc3:before{content:"In her son, Olga sees much to be frustrated by. Leif is a strong lad, with an eagerness to learn but he does not have the cut-throat personality of either of his parents. This is his greatest weakness in battle and is the reason others, such as his half-sister Skuld, are claiming prestige whilst he falls into the forgotten background. Olga cannot have this. She pushes her son mercilessly. Whilst Skarde still hopes for more children, Olga's knowledge of the body and its ways, have long since informed her that she can no longer have children. A secret she is keeping very closely to herself, for fear that Skarde will seek another wife. Knowing that she cannot birth another son Olga must see to it that Leif becomes more than he is and so steers him as forcefully as she claims to love him.";}
#olga.cpdesc4:before{content:"Her infertility is the biggest hole in Olga's otherwise concrete armour. She fears that her husband will one day grow distrustful of her explanations and excuses for her years remaining childless. As the last of what might have once been her fertile years come to a close, Olga continues to try potions and remedies and consults the fugara and oracles wherever she can find them. Unbeknownst to Skarde, she has even taken other men to her bed to try and correct the problem. Nothing has served her purpose. Soon, however, the years will tell their own tale. As long as Olga can reach such a point, finally claiming that nature has had its time with her body, Skarde will be unable to find a new wife without shaming the daughter of the last kónungr. Were he to discover the truth before then, he'd be legally allowed to divorce her and claim a woman still able to bear life. This is Olga's greatest fear.";}
#olivia.cpname:before{content:"Olivia of Condos";}
#olivia.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Olivia of Dynasteía Condos, Birthed Daughter of Lord Erios of Dynasteía Condos and Demetis of Vasiliádon, Courtier of Taengea, Hellas";}
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#olivia.cpdesc1:before,#olivia .cpdesc1:before{content:"Like her husband Nikolias, Olivia of Condos knew her duty in life from the beginning. Engaged to Nikolias, her second cousin, from their infancy, there was never any question as to who Olivia would one day wed, never a question of whom her partner in life would be. There was also no choice in the matter. Instead of seeing this as a cage, however, Olivia turned such certainty into a soil from which she could grow opportunity.";}
#olivia.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a young girl, Olivia's destiny as the wife to a Head of House was pure leverage for whatever she wanted. If she wished to have music lessons, it was worth it to turn the future matriarch of Condos into an accomplished young woman. If she wished for new gowns, it was only to be expected that Nikolias's future wife should be dressed appropriately. If she wished for more lessons in economics and business, it was agreed upon. Olivia is far from unintelligent and, growing up, she knew how to phrase and frame her requests so that she could become the skilled and learned woman she is today.";}
#olivia.cpdesc3:before{content:"Marrying Nikolias was a small price to pay for such opportunities. And no price at all once Olivia grew to know her second cousin. For he was noble, honest, mature, caring and handsome. As far as Olivia was concerned, she had just achieved all that any woman of her era could dream of. Their union has brought three beautiful children to the world and created a life of luxury that Olivia would not trade for anthing. Over the years, Nikolias has even grown an affection for Olivia. And whilst this deep caring is not the love she holds for him, it is enough to satisfy her for now. Olivia's only fears are for the future... Now that she cannot produce more children, will Nikolias seek a younger woman with whom he can find his great passion, bypassing the adoration and waiting affections in the heart of his own wife?";}
#olympia.cpname:before{content:"Olympia of Leventi";}
#olympia.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Olympia of Dynasteía Leventi, Birthed Daughter of Lord Georgios of Dynasteía Leventi and Lady Evelli of Dynasteía Leventi, Courtier of Taengea, Hellas";}
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#olympia.cpdesc1:before,#olympia .cpdesc1:before{content:"Like her sisters before her, Olympia is a vibrant young woman widely respected and highly garnered by the male of the species. As third born to Georgios of Leventi, there is less immediacy surrounding Olympia's eventual choice of husband which makes the reins upon her social conduct a little more lax. Into this space has grown a larger and wittier personality than that of her sisters Selene and Theodora.";}
#olympia.cpdesc2:before{content:"Instead of embracing the effortless grace of Selene or the perfected sensual demurity of Theo, Olympia has grown up truer to herself. Her mind is her own, her remarks often spirited. She toes the line of social conformity, careful to never step beyond it but delighting in the balancing act of kissing its furthest edge. Such adventurous gentility has gained her many friends and suitors often come sniffing at her door. More so now that one of her elder sisters is off the market.";}
#olympia.cpdesc3:before{content:"When keeping to herself, Olympia enjoys music and riding. She has an active spirit, even if culture dictates that she does not always enact that activity physically. This often leaves Olympia buzzing with unfulfilled potential and energy. Close with all of her sisters for different reasons, Olympia delights in music with Selene, gossip with Theo, shopping with Nana and the quieter arts with Imma. She spends much of her free time learning the art of interacting with men from her mother and adores teasing her father.";}
#olympia.cpdesc4:before{content:"With such congeniality, Olympia often falls into the forgotten middle-child space; she is always bright, always welcome, but lost amidst the crowd. Perhaps this is the reason, the opportunity or both that has allowed her to acquire a secret courtship with a love maker her family would far from approve of...";}
#onuphrious.cpname:before{content:"Onuphrious H'Sheifa";}
#onuphrious.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Sirdar Onuphrious of Hei Sheifa, Birthed Heir of Lord Shepsesre of Hei Sheifa and Mutbenret of Shedet, Councilman of K’m’t";}
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#onuphrious.cpdesc1:before,#onuphrious .cpdesc1:before{content:"Life was perfect. Until very recently, Onuphrious's life was as fine and rich as anyone could wish. His father's shipping and trading business flourished. His children were healthy and happy. His wife was the elegant matriarch of his household. All was well in Onuphrious's world. Until the Court tongues began to wag. It was not the slow growth of a rumour, building with speed the more it was spoken. It was a sudden and chaotic broadcast. From where, no-one seems able to tell. But absent one moment and everywhere the next, the truth has been impossible to ignore and Onuphrious's happy existence has shattered into a thousand pieces, each crack a stabbing betrayal and a lingering, poisonous suspicion...";}
#onuphrious.cpdesc2:before{content:"At nineteen, Onuphrious was not a boy when he was wed to Iaheru. Though his father was eager to see him married, Onuphrious chose his wife personally. He found her beautiful, enjoyed her calmer quieter nature for the way it fit with his own, and found her innocence and dignified temperance alluring. In a world where courtier's enjoyed displaying their skin and flirting with scandalous body decor, Onuphrious's more conservative heart was swayed but the elegant Iaheru. Little did he know that such an allure was the beginning of a possessive need. A need to have his wife touched and seen by none but him.";}
#onuphrious.cpdesc3:before{content:"Such a covetous desire has never been a concern. There has never been a need for it to rise to the surface. Onuphrious and his wife were content in their lives. Onuphrious had a head for numbers and a tongue for languages. He took over his father's business with aplomb and their noble status as a Hei continued to draw respect. Shortly after their union, Iaheru had given birth to two living babies and Onuphrious was too joyous to care that they were both female. There would be time for heirs. And heir duly came in time. Their next child was a son and heir. The fourth, another girl. And the last, a second male baby. Onuphrious could not be happier.";}
#onuphrious.cpdesc4:before{content:"What had begun as a marriage of respect had grown into something more. Whilst neither Onuphrious nor Iaheru was partial to grand romanticism and saw passionate love as youthful, inexperienced folly, the pair were tightly knit. Onuphrious was supportive, defensive and doting to his wife. Iaheru was loving, charitable and understanding to her husband. They shared the same bed every night, they ate meals together most evenings. They were genuine friends, lovers and confidantes. Some might argue that their relationship transcended fleeting love and was something my truer, far deeper.";}
#onuphrious.cpdesc5:before{content:"Until this rumour. Until it was put about the Court with all the certainty of fact that Onuphrious's beloved, demure and loyal wife... had been to bed with another man. Worse still, that man was now dead, unavailable for Onuphrious to take his revenge. And worst of all, the night she had spent with another man had begot a child. His child. Sutekh, his first born son, his pride and joy, the heir to his commerce empire and everything a man could want in a son... was not even his.";}
#onuphrious.cpdesc6:before{content:"As in so many cases, the deeper the lover, the greater the pain. On the day Onuphrious accepted the truth of the rumours, he shut himself away with a bottle of drink and would not emerge despite all coaxing from his family. When he finally did vacate his office, his first act was to exile Sutekh from the house. Tears and begging would not sway his mind. The cries of his wife did not dampen his determination. Sutekh was not his. And to look at the young man he had loved so deeply was a constant dagger to the hurt. Acting defensively, Onuphrious evicted Sutekh from the Sheifa home and its records. His birth was scratched from their registry and Onuphrious forbade the rest of his children and spouse from ever speaking with Sutekh again. To his wife, Onuphrious has been able to give nothing but a frigid shoulder. To his children, he struggles to give the same love as he had before: for which of them might one day leave him? Which might turn out to be a lie?";}
#onuphrious.cpdesc7:before{content:"The only one in the household that Onuphrious continues to keep heavily in his company is Akhenaten. The only son he has left and his only hope for an heir, Onuphrious is now coming down hard on Akhenaten, determined to mould the playboy partier into... well, into Sutekh. The responsible, academic, naturally talented Sutekh. Such an ask is extravagant and unreasonable, but that doesn't seem to matter to Onuphrious. As a man of trade, he knows the importance of equal exchange. He has been wronged and a fresh son, a new heir, is what he deems fitting recompense.";}
#ophelia.cpname:before{content:"Ophelia of Condos";}
#ophelia.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Ophelia of Dynasteía Condos, Birthed Daughter of Lord Nikolias of Dynasteía Condos and Lady Olivia of Dynasteía Condos, Courtier of Taengea, Hellas";}
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#ophelia.cpdesc1:before,#ophelia .cpdesc1:before{content:"Like her older sister Marisa, Ophelia is a woman of many opinions but few words. Naturally quiet, she is more of an observer of life than a director. And yet, when she does deign to speak, the comments are often carefully thought out and profound. Not to mention backed by a strong mind and obstinate backbone that most forget are there.";}
#ophelia.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a child, Ophelia learned to be quiet because she had two older siblings with equally bold characters and confidence. In Ophelia's eyes, Marisa was grace incarnate and Nikos the epitome of charisma. Who would wish to hear from Ophelia when her brother and sister were there to lend their opinions? When Marisa married and moved away, however, Ophelia was granted the novel experience of being the only daughter of the Condos household. Despite missing her sister terribly, she now had room to grow, room to breathe. Though not a natural talent like Nikos, Ophelia was adept in her lessons simply through diligence and self-discipline. She also excelled in music and is now a virtuoso in the harp and lyre. She can sing and she has recently taken up painting.";}
#ophelia.cpdesc3:before{content:"Although economics and the family business do not interest her or spark her passion, Ophelia is at least versed in the topic enough to satisfy her parents and any business associates that dine at the Condos estate. The learnings have not come through enforced tutorship, but Ophelia's own curiosity and choice. Numbers and trade might not make her heart sing but the look of pride and satisfaction on her father's face does.";}
#ophelia.cpdesc4:before{content:"Particularly close to her mother, Ophelia is mature beyond her years and the pair of them are now actively seeking a husband for Ophelia's hand. Knowing that this is the fate of all ladies from upper class breeding, Ophelia does not fear this obligation but sees it as a new challenge in her life. Similar to the other challenge she has recently taken on for herself –attempting to curb her brother's more hedonistic behaviours.";}
#oshana.cpname:before{content:"Oshana al'Tyareh";}
#oshana.cptitle:before{content:"Her Highness, Amiira Oshana of Bêl' Tyareh, Birthed Daughter of Tartēnu Nesharra of Bêl' Tyareh and Eshekko of Waššukanni, Courtier of Assyria";}
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#oshana.cpdesc1:before,#oshana .cpdesc1:before{content:"It seems like forever that Oshana has been a voice of reason in the House of Tyareh. But she was not always required to wear the hat of mature adulthood. Growing up, Oshana was bolshy and competitive. A rivalry with her older brother boosted them both to achieving greater feats in their lessons and training. After conquering her classes in the feminine ways of the Court, an avid appetite for learning had Oshana taking less common paths: horse-riding, sword-play and knife-throwing are all talents in which Oshana has achieved moderate success, even though her tutorship was sporadic and conducted in secret. These mysterious lessons were encouraged by Oshana's father, the king, who doted on his eldest daughter's strong will with joyous pride. ";}
#oshana.cpdesc2:before{content:"Throughout her childhood, Oshana's mother has dived into the drama of the courtly world, and her little sister Nahrin enjoys following in the queen's evocative ways. In reflection, Oshana has developed a more responsible and serious nature, her passion distilled into a hard mind and confident determination. Acting as her brother's eyes and ears amidst the ladies of the Court and becoming close friends with his childhood intended Layah were just a part of Oshana's duties as she stood beside the future king. Since the loss of her Shahen, however, taken as a prisoner of war, Oshana's world has expanded into more than just his right-hand aide. Now, with a dead father, missing brother and erratic mother, Oshana has become the shadow ruler of the Mitanni kingdom. Those with a shrewd head and calculating mind recognise that the orders and tenements coming from the royal office might hold Sukru al'Tyareh's seal, but that it is Oshana who places wax to paper.";}
#oshana.cpdesc3:before{content:"Initially, with no intention of taking the throne for herself. Oshana has been attempting to teach and support Sukru for his role as king. Failure in this area has seen Oshana gradually lose hope of a male monarch and, instead, consider the seat for herself. With the Mitanni kingdom entering into the Assyrian nation, Oshana has, for the last six years, worked tirelessly to smooth the way for peaceful negotiation and open trade discussion. She has formed a cynical but hopeful friendship with the Assyrian princesses Caifa and Daniya, is well respected in the Assyrian Court and always accompanies Sukru to the Council of Advisors meetings, despite her female sex. Whilst she would one day like to see the Mitanni kingdom independent once more, Oshana recognises the value in a peaceful world for her people and does not support the headstrong ideals of glory and warfare that could eradicate their empire altogether.";}
#oshana.cpdesc4:before{content:"As part of their efforts to integrate with the Assyrian world, Oshana's mother Eshekko has been working hard to arrange a marriage connection between Oshana and a prominent man in an Assyrian household. Her current target is Bagiyrah al'Yal'ira. Marriage, however, has faded into the background of Oshana's world. Finding her courage, and herself, in her role of benevolent leader of her people, Oshana has little interest in sharing her life with another and has larger concerns at play... With her brother's return to Mitanni, Oshana now has a choice to make: between her loyalty to Shahen's legitimate claim to the throne and the loyalty to her newfound sense of self worth as ruler. Despite the love and fidelity she holds for her brother, will Oshana willingly hand over the reins to the kingdom and allow Shahen to drive them all into an open and bloody war?";}
#osiria.cpname:before{content:"Osiria H'Abaddi";}
#osiria.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Osiria of Hei Abaddi, Courtier of K’m’t";}
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#osiria.cpdesc1:before,#osiria .cpdesc1:before{content:"As children, the Abaddi siblings suffered the realities of poor harvests. In the western desert provinces of K'm't, they lived in destitute poverty for their entire childhood. At nineteen, Osiria learned the true meaning of familial love, when her parents starved themselves so that their children might eat. Orphaned, with an older brother and young sister to protect, Osiria rose to take on her role. As Sethtah went to war, hoping that a measly soldier's pay would save them, Osiria prayed every night for his safety and worked every day to stretch each coin he sent home as far as it could possibly go. She played sister and mother to her younger sister and the pair of them tried to form a true home, despite their financial limitations. As Sethtah's skill in the army rose, so too did their wealth and, eventually, their home was stable for the very first time.";}
#osiria.cpdesc2:before{content:"When their brother was awarded the mantle of General and their family elevated to nobility, no-one was more surprised than Osiria. Almost overnight, she was thrown into a world she did not understand, full of people whose judgement was clear as day. Osiria has since worked to improve both herself and Fumisa's personal wealth: seeking education, training and fine clothes. Anything that might see them fit into the courtly life and not reflect poorly on their courageous brother. Over time, Osiria has developed a mature and well-respected mask that she wears in public, melding with the upper-class ladies perfectly.";}
#osiria.cpdesc3:before{content:"As Osiria honours her brother as the saviour of their family: the brave soldier who literally put his life on the line so that they might continue to eat, Sethtah often credits Osiria as the true hero. For, without her, anything he sent home could have been lost, misspent or wasted. Osiria is too humble to accept such a title but it warms her heart to think her heroic big brother sees her in such a light. It is also hard to see herself as someone so outstanding when she suffers panic attacks over simple fears such as scorpions, arachnids and small spaces. With her brother's bolstering, however, Osiria has only once felt unsettled in her place within the Abaddi Hei: when her brother brought home a bride.";}
#osiria.cpdesc4:before{content:"Luckily, Sethtah's choice in wife was humble, kind and genuinely compassionate. She sought to work with Osiria, not overrule her. Together, they have continued to lead the Abaddi household forwards on a path of dignity and growth. Only Osiria knows that she will one day have to hand over the reins completely: that she will one day have to marry and take on a household of her own. Despite her experience and expertise, such a notion terrifies her. For how will she live without her siblings to guide, protect and support?";}
#osorsen.cpname:before{content:"Osorsen H'Moghadam";}
#osorsen.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Sirdar Osorsen of Hei Moghadam, Birthed Heir of Lord Khuiqer of Hei Moghadam and Ladice of Cairo, Councilman of K’m’t";}
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#osorsen.cpdesc1:before,#osorsen .cpdesc1:before{content:"Osorsen the Younger is as powerful and prestigious as the man for whom he was named. The grandson of a great military General and political leader of Hei Moghadam, Osorsen had much to live up to as he grew. With his mother passing away in childbirth, Osorsen grew up with only his father, grandfather and aunt for guidance. At twenty-four, he lost his father. Last year, his aunt passed away. Now, still unmarried and childless, Osorsen's only living family is his grandfather. The two men fight to hold the honour of Moghadam intact and it strikes a powerful chord of grief in Osorsen that his grandsire is losing to the mental trials of age. Respecting the man too much to see his slow progression into insanity dismantle decades of legacy, Osorsen keeps his grandfather in their private estate, keeping him company himself and swearing their servants and slaves to discretion.";}
#osorsen.cpdesc2:before{content:"His grandfather's illness has been a concern for several years now, but in recent months a new, scandalous secret has burdened Osorsen's shoulders and heart. Hatshepsut. The late Pharaoh's beautiful, tender daughter. At least ten years her senior, Osorsen has witnessed Hatshepsut's growth into a woman. Away for months, sometimes years, at a time, each meeting with the young queen was a joyous discovery. She is great, more beautiful, more thoughtful and compassionate... with every encounter at Court. It seemed inevitable that, upon Hatshepsut coming of age, Osorsen would admit to being vehemently and passionately in love with her. Joy of joys, the feelings were mutual.";}
#osorsen.cpdesc3:before{content:"Vowing that he would seek her hand in marriage when he returned from his latest military expedition in the southern regions of K'm't, Osorsen's optimism painted a picture of wedding bliss in his future. The woman he loved by his side, their children and grandchildren collecting around them. His love for Hatshepsut was not ambition. If she would have him, if he became Pharaoh, he would honour his duties as king as he had those as a Sirdar: to the best of his abilities. For Osorsen, the true draw of wedding Hatshepsut would be the woman herself...";}
#osorsen.cpdesc4:before{content:"A Deputy-Pr'Ras at this time, Osorsen served beside another of the same rank: a common-born soldier with a knack for self-promotion. After leading a series of victories, only one ranking officer was necessary to stamp out the last, rebellious skirmishes on the border. After almost a year away from home, Osorsen recognised his men's desires to return to their families. He sent Iahotep back to the capital with a large portion of their soldiers. This proved to be his fatal mistake. By the time Osorsen returned to Cairo, he was stunned to discover that Iahotep was betrothed to Hatshepsut, after having claimed their victories in the south as the result of his own masterminding. Despite seeking a way to break their engagement, the wedding marched forward with all the certainty of death itself and Osorsen was forced to watch as the woman he loved married another man.";}
#osorsen.cpdesc5:before{content:"It cut all the deeper when it was announced she was expecting the old man's child. The very thought of his delicate, warm flower of a woman being crushed beneath Iahotep's bulk in bed is nauseating to Osorsen. Particularly when he's been privy to Iahotep's boasts and crude humour whilst serving together.";}
#osorsen.cpdesc6:before{content:"Promoted to Pr'Ras upon his return to Cairo, Osorsen now holds the highest of military and political ranks in the entire realm. It is to these duties that he now looks for fulfilment. Perhaps one day his heart will mend and he'll be able to take a wife and continue the Moghadam line. But, as of this moment, Osorsen is more concerned with keeping his grandfather happy, his people well-cared for and the kingdom of K'm't untainted by Iahotep H'Naddar's incompetent leadership. Perhaps ten, he will succeed in raising himself and his family to an even higher station. One from which nothing can ever be taken, ever again.";}
#osorsen2.cpname:before{content:"Osorsen H'Moghadam";}
#osorsen2.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Osorsen of Hei Moghadam, Birthed Heir of Lord Djedhor of Hei Moghadam and Lady Henutwati of Hei Haikaddad, Courtier of K’m’t";}
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#osorsen2.cpdesc1:before,#osorsen2 .cpdesc1:before{content:"A mighty Pr'Ras with wisdom, tactical skill and courage enough to grace the pages of epic stories, Osorsen was the third General to serve under the noble name of Moghadam but he is generally considered to be the most famous. Battles were waged to great effect when he served, not from the back of his soldiers, but on the front lines, mighty and glorious. Age has now begun to seep away the shine from this most honoured figure in Kemetic history but Osorsen is not letting go of his sanity without a fight. Unfortunately, unbeknownst to him, the war is already over and the passing decades have won.";}
#osorsen2.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a young man, Osorsen was handsome and charismatic. Well-educated in the ways of the Court, a skilled linguist of Kemetic, Bedoan and Phoenician languages, and an impressive tactician on the battlefield, he would have been a highly sought bachelor had he not been betrothed at a young age. His wife Miyaruth of Obsor was not only from a wealthy merchant family, who would bring further riches to Moghadam Hei, but the result of a prophecy. Upon the death of Osorsen's brother, their father Djedhor consulted the priests of the temple of Ra. Fearing the family had angered the Gods, Djedhor was surprised at such a fortune told to him: his son Osorsen would rise in power and reputation. And he would marry a woman marked with the star of the heavens. When it was discovered that Miyaruth of Obsor had been born with a star-like birthmark upon the back of her hand, a union was arranged within the month. They were formally married when Miyaruth turned fifteen.";}
#osorsen2.cpdesc3:before{content:"Yet, glory did not follow as they believed it would. Whilst Osorsen did indeed become a hero to the people of K'm't, a powerful military commander and rich Sirdar to his house, his children were less fortunate. Of the four offspring Miyaruth birthed alive, only three survived to adulthood. Osorsen has outlived the others. Only one of his sons produced his own child before he died: a grandson, named for the great Pr'Ras of the Moghadam house: Osorsen.";}
#osorsen2.cpdesc4:before{content:"The great Pr'Ras, however, is no longer what he once was. Age has taken its toll and he now suffers from a faulty memory, moments of confusion and a propensity to repeat himself. Osorsen is generally kept in the Moghadam manor, no longer attending the political Council or courtly events, for fear that his aged mind and angry outbursts might damage his golden reputation as a hero of K'm't. Luckily, in his place, his namesake has risen to the same glorious heights as his forebear. And it now falls upon Osorsen the Younger to protect his grandfather, and his honour, until the old man should pass away, entombed in all his deserved glory.";}
#otiambo.cpname:before{content:"Otiambo of the Nubi";}
#otiambo.cptitle:before{content:"His Greatness, Leier Otiambo of the Nubi Gesin, Birthed Heir of Leierseun Jamar of the Nubi Gesin and Tswalli of the Nubi Gesin, Royal of Bedoa’mt";}
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#otiambo.cpdesc1:before,#otiambo .cpdesc1:before{content:"A hardened warrior in his youth and a powerful leader in his adulthood, Otiambo grew up with little expectation of seeing the decades beyond forty. The first to lead his fighters into combat and an active, passionate voice in all judiciary decisions, dying young was a strong possibility for this leier. Otiambo has therefore grasped his old age with a joyful and eager gratitude. His now peaceful life is a precious gift and the mature wisdom he has collected over his lifetime is a righteous responsibility. Now, Otiambo’s battles are with his own kin, as he is determined to forge them into leaders the Nubi can be proud of. The only family member he never has a cross word for is Luthando; the beloved granddaughter who has this grizzled warrior king wrapped around her little finger.";}
#otiambo.cpdesc2:before{content:"The Nubi have always been a fierce race of people and highly defensive of their territory, their women and their pride. Despite being smaller than many gesin, they hold a position of great respect amongst the Bedoans but likewise encourage animosity in some rival groups. Otiambo’s philosophies of thoughtful leadership are often seen as preaching or holier-than-thou. Of course, a man of his legacy has earned that right to speak and no-one would dare to criticise. But disgruntled feelings make negotiations, marital unions and trade deals with the Nubi delicate and frictious.";}
#otiambo.cpdesc3:before{content:"Otiambo comes by his superior maturity honestly. Having witnessed decades of bloodshed for the sake of his father’s pride, Otiambo finds great honour in righteous battle but now condemns those who seek glory or do not comprehend the truth of war. After years fighting in skirmishes with raiders or other tribes, Otiambo has collected many scars - some emotional and some physical. Though he is usually friendly and cordial in countenance, if anyone asks to see these badges of honour, Otiambo becomes stoic and sombre, his enthusiasm gone. The strange freckle on his arm or the bizarre mole on his back, however? You can't escape from being shown.";}
#otiambo.cpdesc4:before{content:"Nowadays, Otiambo is joyous in everyday marvels, his only concerns centered on what happens to his people once he passes. A kind but strict father, Otiambo loves his sons equally but clearly favours the peace-loving Melokuhle. In Enzokuhle, he sees too much of his own father: determined to grow the gesin by the sacrifice of blood. That, Otiambo cannot allow. And there is a great disturbance amidst the tribe, as rumour begins to spread: that Otiambo will hand his mantle to his second son, snubbing Enzokuhle and the powerful shujaas warriors that follow him. Though his mind is made up, Otiambo keeps postponing an announcement of his decision, unwilling to further crack the tension within his family. Instead, he is far more content to play with his angel Lu’lu until his duties as leier can no longer be ignored.";}
#palakh.cpname:before{content:"Palakh al'Asmar";}
#palakh.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Angal Palakh of Bêl' Asmar, Birthed Heir of Herebahn of Bêl' Asmar and Dwurah of Kalhu, Councilman of Assyria";}
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#palakh.cpdesc1:before,#palakh .cpdesc1:before{content:"The Asmar family is the very definition of a phoenix, rising from literal ashes. With their economy built upon its smelting works and the crafts they forge and export from obsidian and iron, the Asmar clan lost almost everything in a terrible fire eleven years ago. In a matter of days, a blazing inferno reduced the largest pieces of Asmar industry to soot, took the life of its patriarch and birthed a blood-deep cynicism and mistrust in the surviving members of the household. For no fire could burn so grand, so hot and so fast that was not set with intention.";}
#palakh.cpdesc2:before{content:"The arsonist aiming to destroy the Asmar family has never been found. Palakh, forced into the role of headship at only twenty-four, had larger concerns on his mind. With the family business in ashes, and his sisters' bride prices now up in smoke, Palakh was forced to invest every coin to the Asmar name in rebuilding its trade. He worked tirelessly for several years, until the household was once more solvent but, even then, the gold was stretched thin and the family reputation was rapidly dropping in political circles. Without power amidst the aristocracy, large trading negotiations would be closed to them. Without large-scale trade, the wealth they had once possessed would be a figment of ambition, nothing more. Palakh had worked too hard to turn back but was running out of options.";}
#palakh.cpdesc3:before{content:"Three years after his father's death, Palakh happened upon a meeting with a member of the Sariqas. Before long, talks were being held and bargains struck. The Sariqas would open its treasury and pay the Asmar family inflated prices for their weaponry. In exchange, the Asmar would tip them to information within the aristocracy: homes ripe for burglary and opportunities among the high born for fresh deals.";}
#palakh.cpdesc4:before{content:"For several years, this deal worked well. But, as the years have passed, the Sariqas have grown greedy and Palakh's conscience will not allow him to betray his peers to such an extent. Now, every meeting with their Sariqas associates is a clever game of silver tongues over which the threat of violence lingers. At every opportunity, Palakh seeks a way out of his deal with the blagards but no such escape has become evident. At her own insistence, Issavi has made herself present at Palakh's meetings and he has yet to understand why. The excuse she has always offered him is that she must be ready to take over discussions, should anything happen to him. But Palakh suspects that more is lurking behind the cunning eyes of his sister…";}
#palakh.cpdesc5:before{content:"In addition to schemes with the Sariqas, Issavi has masterminded and coerced the instigation of Bahsawl, the illegitimate son of their father, into the family. Whilst trust and love for his sister has guided Palakh’s hand in making Bahsawl’s claim official, he is still suspicious as to why Issavi is so determined to make the bastard one of their own…";}
#palakh.cpdesc6:before{content:"If he could only clear his own head a little more, Palakh might be able to discover the truth of it all. Unfortunately, the stress of blackmail and the anxiety of tight corners have left Palakh with an obsessive compulsion to drink…";}
#palti.cpname:before{content:"Palti of Moshehh";}
#palti.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Palti of Moshehh, Birthed Heir of Moshehh of Seth and Eleora of Reeva, Councilman of Phoenicia";}
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#palti.cpdesc1:before,#palti .cpdesc1:before{content:"Deputy to his father on the Council of Elders, Palti is the exact same as his father in all his ambitions and hopes for Moab but the exact opposite in temperament. Easy to anger, difficult to calm and impossible to budge once set on a course of action, Palti is a man that many fear will put at risk his father's connections and agreements simply through his tendency to jump to conclusions and become frustrated with others. A jealous man, he is currently in love with a married woman whom he cannot have and many within his personal household (where such affections are an open secret) believe that this, in part, contributes to his levels of aggression and irritation.";}
#palti.cpdesc2:before{content:"When young, Palti was a devoted son, particularly to his mother. Nine when she passed away, it took several years for Palti to recognise that his little brother Tobiah was not to blame for his mother's death. Once that emotional hurdle had been overcome however, Palti became Tobiah's strongest defender and greatest idol. For Palti was worthy of idolisation. Strong, tall, brave and true, Palti was everything a hero should be, for he was passionate and just. Not a natural academic, Palti has always found studying difficult and has great difficulty keeping numbers straight in his head. He regularly makes errors in the accounting of the city's books and has finally accepted his limitations by hiring a scribe to double check his records at the end of each day.";}
#palti.cpdesc3:before{content:"This acceptance of limits is a symptom of Palti's gradually changing state of mind. Whilst he was once optimistic and heroic, the world has beaten Palti down. Every difficulty, every injustice, every immorality that Palti has faced has taught him that the world is unkind and that no matter how hard good people fight there will always be unkindness. This black and white thinking has sent Palti into periods of depression across the years. Now, he struggles with a very personal piece of evidence that the world is unjust: a woman he loves but cannot have. Worse still, the woman he cannot have is already claimed by another. One who neither deserves her nor treats her as she deserves. In love with a woman who cannot leave her abuser but will not allow Palti to throw away all of his reputation by defending her and thereby revealing their affair, Palti is caught in the worst kind of hell for a hero: the reality of a world he cannot fix.";}
#panos.cpname:before{content:"Panos of Marikas";}
#panos.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Master Panos of Dynasteía Marikas, Birthed Heir of Lord Mikelos of Dynasteía Marikas and Lady Felenn of Dynasteía Leventi, Senator of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#panos.cpdesc1:before,#panos .cpdesc1:before{content:"Panos of Marikas missed the chance of kingship by a matter of months and a scandalous rumour that no-one truly believed. Most believe the throne to have been stolen in a malicious political move by Omiros of Xanthos, who then ensured its descent to his own son Minas. His birthright diverted elsewhere before he was even born and his parents already dead and gone, Panos was raised with the shadow of everything and the reality of very little. Of course, 'very little' is subjective for a Marikas who possesses more wealth and land than most other Houses in Hellas. Luxury, however, can only go so far in replacing a stolen legacy.";}
#panos.cpdesc2:before{content:"Men of lesser character might have grown up bitter and resentful of the world around them. They might have sat upon their laurels, complaining that what was rightfully theirs should be returned. Panos has never done so. Although his childhood years might have included immature distaste for the Xanthos house, Panos's education in the military and then under tutors in law, has altered his perspective. By the time he was of age, Panos was married with a child on the way, and a Captain in one of the Marikas militias. By the time his son was an adult, he had retired from the military, inspired by the academics –particularly the law. Now, he stands as Master of Law in the Athenian Senate.";}
#panos.cpdesc3:before{content:"Such radical progress in multiple fields is testament to Panos' phenomenal intellect and unyielding patience. He is quiet, respectful and is perhaps the sole individual to garner the most respect in the Senate. With two male children, a victorious career on the battlefield and now the most comprehensive knowledge of Athenian law, Panos has achieved every marker of what it means to be a man in the eyes of his peers. He has also learned what it means to be in the halls of power.";}
#panos.cpdesc4:before{content:"It is this experience that has removed any jealous ambition from Panos. He no longer harbours a personal vendetta or discontent towards the Xanthos house. As far as he is concerned, Omiros of Xanthos played the game. And he played it better. Panos is of the view that the throne belongs to those who have the cunning and power to keep it, a theory he now turns to his own family and aspirations. Although he has little interest in the throne for himself, content in his position of social and political power, Panos has grand ambitions for his son Pavlos. Having already secured him a marriage to the King's sister, a woman who had proven her ability to birth male heirs, Panos has but two frustrating obstacles to his plan: Sera's inability to produce a second living male child, and his son's overtly aggressive claiming of power. For Panos knows that it is not the man with the strongest sword who seizes power, but the one who builds the strongest fortress.";}
#patros.cpname:before{content:"Patros of Antonis";}
#patros.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Patros of Dynasteía Antonis, Birthed Son of Lord Lacides of Dynasteía Antonis and Marisa of Athenia, Courtier of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#patros.cpdesc1:before,#patros .cpdesc1:before{content:"As a child, Patros was precocious. A tag-along in his older brothers' games and the butt of many jokes, the chip upon his shoulder has only grown, the taller and stronger he has become. Closer to his sister than to his brothers, Vasia's advice for Patros to let go of his resentment has fallen on deaf ears and he weaves his life around one single intention: to shine brighter than those who came before him. His father, however, has other plans for Patros.";}
#patros.cpdesc2:before{content:"Whilst Lacides has been determined to see Patros skilled as is befitting an Antonis soldier and is proud that his son now claims captaincy of the Illoclis militia, his long-term ambition for Patros lies elsewhere. With two sons already achieving greatness on the battlefield and a daughter who'll not be swayed from her own path, Lacides is beginning to turn to his youngest child and third son, for political potential. Marriage, in particular, is a topic raised most often with Patros; preferably to a young lady of power and wealth. Perhaps, one of the king's daughters? Or Chara of Stravos, the woman most likely to become the next king's sister? A Marikas, with their long-standing power and political dominance might also suffice.";}
#patros.cpdesc3:before{content:"Patros sees these ambitions of his father as proof that Lacides has no faith; no faith that he will ever be able to ascend to the glorious standards of Mateos or the passionate charisma of Stelios. That his siblings and aunt are attempting to help his father in their matchmaking, expands such insult across the family as a whole –which only fuels Patros' aggressive attempts to prove them all wrong. Tackling his path with more anger than thought, Patros often finds himself in more trouble than glory, overshooting the mark and showcasing his immaturity more than his abilities. In this sense, Patros is his own worst enemy; his exceptional archery skills, abilities as a horse-rider and tactical cunning are lost behind a reputation of obnoxious rebellion and childish sabotage of the marital prospects Lacides and Lysta have been attempting to arrange.";}
#patros.cpdesc4:before{content:"Patros is a powder-keg, with more skill and ability than most give him credit for. It will not be long before the embarrassment and judgement he perceives in his nearest and dearest sets a match to his anger. A shame, given how deeply he is truly loved by his kin.";}
#pavlos.cpname:before{content:"Pavlos of Marikas";}
#pavlos.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Pavlos of Dynasteía Marikas, Birthed Heir of Lord Panos of Dynasteía Marikas and Lady Justana of Dynasteía Stravos, Senator of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#pavlos.cpdesc1:before,#pavlos .cpdesc1:before{content:"Before Pavlos' birth, the Marikas family line was dangerously limited. The greatest bloodline in Athenian history (or so they claim) reduced to just two living descendants: Panos of Marikas and his aunt Ivra. It was arranged that Panos was to marry young and sire a male heir as quickly as possible. Justana of Stravos was the intended bride and Pavlos' birth soon followed. His siblings Rafail and Sofia came at an easier pace, making Pavlos the sole heir for several years. This pressure of succession has been heavy upon Pavlos' shoulders ever since. In an effort to follow in his father's footsteps, Pavlos was trained in the military, achieving Captain status almost immediately due to his connections and athletic body. As soon as he could claim the title of Commander, however, placing him in a limited number of so honoured men, Pavlos left the militia and set his sights on politics. Now, with his father taking on the title of Master of Law, Pavlos is Head of the Marikas House and is a studious and hands-on manager of his family's assets. He oversees training for the soldiers in each province, he scours the taxation and economic reports from his lands. He attends every senatorial meeting, whether his presence is required or not.";}
#pavlos.cpdesc2:before{content:"In other men such dedication might be considered honourable. And to some, that is exactly the persona Pavlos presents. Those more aware of his personal inclinations, however, can recognise the danger lying beneath Pavlos' professional intensity. Instead of stemming from a sense of duty, Pavlos' need to be personally involved in every twist and turn of his family's affairs comes from an obsessive and borderline psychotic need for control. To know everything happening around him, to ensure that everything is perfection. For only perfection is the answer to House Marikas' future. His grandfather was not perfect. His grandfather was not aware. And it cost the Marikas the crown of the kingdom. Pavlos is by far the most determined within the family to see that atrocity corrected. This addictive behaviour is tempered behind a mask of witty conversation and charismatic elegance that Pavlos projects. He is the perfect Courtier, distinguished and refined, his darker nature only truly showing within his own home. Beyond its walls only the spark of his gaze, the twitch of an eye, might give away his frayed and raw ambitions.";}
#pavlos.cpdesc3:before{content:"The one area in which Pavlos is failing those ambitions is in producing a male heir. Although he had his doubts of Sera's age before marrying her when he was only sixteen, Pavlos could see the same benefits his father did when the match was arranged: she was the sister of a king and had already proven her ability to produce a son in her first marriage. Now a beautiful widow, desperate for attention, it was easy for the charismatic Pavlos to sweep her off her feet. Since then, she has been little more than a disappointment. Three daughters birthed and her age now too advanced to expect another child, Pavlos's anger is on the rise. Not devoid of human feeling, some might say that Pavlos loves his daughters. He holds them to high standards, provides them all that they might need on a practical level and will be the first to stand to their defence should their reputations be risked. Whether that is concern for the Marikas name or for them as individuals is anyone's guess. But a loving father or not, Pavlos' aspirations cannot be overshadowed: his daughters are not sons. This is the major consideration in all things.";}
#pavlos.cpdesc4:before{content:"Whilst Pavlos could impregnate another woman and then accept the illegitimate child into the family, this feels like a cheat to Pavlos; a workaround beneath the dignity and grace of the Marikas name. No, the only way for him to secure a legitimate male heir is to remarry. And for that, he needs to get rid of his wife...";}
#penya.cpname:before{content:"Penya Zaddiuka";}
#penya.cptitle:before{content:"Her Highness, Hāssas Penya Zaddiuka of the Antu' Tahurna, Birthed Daughter of Tuhkanti Zaddiuka Haitwattama of the Antu’ Tahurna and Hāssas Sharlato Zuziya of the Antu' Zuziya, Royal of Hattusa";}
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#penya.cpdesc1:before,#penya .cpdesc1:before{content:"With three older sisters, each a very different role model, Penya has yet to truly decide who she is. She is empathetic like Ammalis but does not yet have her quiet self-assurance. She learns quickly like Namiira but has none of her natural grace. Like Beylis, Penya is exuberant and charming, but has none of the conversational skills her sister possesses. The only thing Penya knows for sure, is that she loves the sea.";}
#penya.cpdesc2:before{content:"Born in the capital, far from any ocean, Penya did not discover her passion until, when she was seven years old, a family trip to Arzawa brought her to the coast for the first time. Mesmerised by the colour, the movement of the waves, the idea that an entire world existed beneath those waters… Such ideas transfixed Penya and, from then on, she has taken every opportunity to visit coastal towns and cities if either of her parents are visiting them. Despite being the youngest, Penya is certainly the most travelled of her sisters. Even if her journeys have only ever been within the empire.";}
#penya.cpdesc3:before{content:"Such fantasies, of course, are still in a fledgling state. At only sixteen years old, Penya has not yet been permitted to venture onto a ship or truly explore her fascination. Instead, she has had to contend herself with stories, letters and tones of sea-faring accounts. But she longs for the day when one of her relatives will be called on some matter of diplomacy to another land and she may be able to join them and experience her first trip by sea…";}
#pepin.cpname:before{content:"Pepin of Beodricsworth";}
#pepin.cptitle:before{content:"Pepin of Beodricsworth, Citizen of Valland, Ostjorð";}
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#pepin.cpdesc1:before,#pepin .cpdesc1:before{content:"A bastard born to a poor woman of Beodricsworth, Pepin's life has never been easy. Not yet born when the land of his mother was invaded and stolen by the foreign Ostmađr, all that Pepin knew growing up was that his world was sacrificed so that the barbarians from across the sea would not attack the rest of the population. And he was content with that. It was a fact of life.";}
#pepin.cpdesc2:before{content:"Pepin was a mischievous and adventurous child, finding ways in and out of trouble enough to turn his mother's hair grey. Whether it be stealing food to have a more substantial dinner or hiding for hours in a game that had ended long before, Pepin was as much trouble as he was charming and friendly. He was the apple of his mother's eye as well as the bane of her existence. That is until the day that she died. Overnight, Pepin was forced to grow up and deal with the consequences of his childhood actions: a reputation that would see no one in his neighbourhood hire him.";}
#pepin.cpdesc3:before{content:"Recently, Pepin has found himself as a member of the Iceni, trusted enough to attend various raids and attacks but not yet permitted into the inner circles of power. Probably because things never seem to go right for the Iceni's most enthusiastic recruit. Whether it be forgetting to bring along a weapon during a raid or his growling stomach giving away the party's position, things seem to go wrong when Pepin is around. Whilst most in the order view Pepin with a sweet acceptance, none believe him sensible enough to truly contribute.";}
#pepin.cpdesc4:before{content:"Is Pepin simply cursed by the gods to have foul fortune in the face of danger? Or would avid training dispel his bad luck? And just who is Pepin's father. For he has never known the man's identity or even if he was saxon born…";}
#persephone.cpname:before{content:"Persephone of Xanthos";}
#persephone.cptitle:before{content:"Her Highness, Basilem Persephone of Dynasteía Xanthos, Birthed Daughter of Basilu Minas of Dynasteía Xanthos and Lady Lucille of Dynasteía Leventi, Royal of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#persephone.cpdesc1:before,#persephone .cpdesc1:before{content:"Princess Persephone of Xanthos was raised with the finest training in all things lovely: etiquette, music, artistry, conversation, grace and poise. But she was also educated in the ways of a ruler: language, history, politics, economics and law. One side of her training balances the other as Persephone aids her father in ruling the Athenian lands but masks such masculine qualities with demure smiles and feminine gentleness. In this way, Persephone is perfectly aware of the world in which she lives and has no grand desire to change it. She is perfectly content to work within the system appreciative of both her sharp mind and female sex.";}
#persephone.cpdesc2:before{content:"In recent months, Persephone's management of the affairs of state have only increased. During a period of illness for her father, Persephone has been tried, tested and found more than adequate to the task at hand. Though her father's name and seal still grace the royal proclamations, the powerful men of the Senate are aware of who wields the stamp. And, so far, they have few complaints. To add to this achievement, Persephone is also beautiful. Considered a Goddess on Earth, for her divine appearance and graceful carriage, Persephone is widely believed to be the purest of women and regularly receives undying devotions of love from nobles, courtiers and even foreign officials. So far, she has not been tempted to enter into negotiations of marriage.";}
#persephone.cpdesc3:before{content:"When it comes to the more cut-throat elements of politics, Persephone plays the same hand her father has always dealt with: kindness over ego. As much of Athenian politics is decided in the Court before it is the Senate, and popularity rules the day in noble circles, Persephone's genuine likeability is, so far, serving her well. She has no need to dabble in blackmail or bribery. At least not yet.";}
#persephone.cpdesc4:before{content:"For all Persephone's talents and perfections, however, a human lies beneath the veneer. Her faults are simply well-hidden. One, is her inability to find a sense of selfish identity. Devoted to her father, and a doting mother-figure to her little sister, this world vision and the duty of serving others as a regent, Persephone never takes time to determine her own passions or her own mind. If ever confronted with the question of who she is outside of her role as Princess, Persephone would be hard-pressed to find a substantial answer. This lack of a firm identity or personal stake, can lead her to be swayed by those she admires and trusts. It has also led to very few confidants in her life. Persephone has vast numbers that she might call friends, who expel their secrets to her and join her in her daily life. But almost none to whom she opens up in the same way. None whom she would call truly close to her heart.";}
#phaia.cpname:before{content:"Phaia of Argothia";}
#phaia.cptitle:before{content:"Phaia of Argothia, Initiate of the Cypress Sisterhood, Citizen of Colchis, Hellas";}
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#phaia.cpdesc1:before,#phaia .cpdesc1:before{content:"Phaia was born a sweet and kindly girl with a natural shyness and propensity for books and learning. Growing from girl to woman, she reached into the world and society only a little, for it was all she needed to be socially sated and not breach into the sort of communal setting that set her nerves aflutter. It, therefore, took her several years longer than most to attract the attention of potential unions and marriages. It took until she was twenty-four for such desires to be trained upon her. The daughter of a wealthy trader, Phaia became engaged to be married to a man whom she knew and cared for but did not love. Yet, it was not by him that her chastity was taken. And it was not taken with kindness.";}
#phaia.cpdesc2:before{content:"After the incredibly violent assault that claimed her innocence, Phaia awoke to be told by physicians that she would be unlikely to bear children in the future. Ashamed of her body and of a crime she felt was her own fault, Phaia broke her engagement and suffered the rumours and gossip that she was a fickle and tricksome woman. She lived for a few years in her solitude and grief. She had always been shy of strangers, but Phaia had once loved the idea of one day producing a family, and the loss of that potential hit her hard and became a hole in her heart that seemed never to heal. Her only solace was the reading of every medical book she could find, learning about the female form and hoping that she might find an answer to correcting the damage done by one cruel stranger who had never been caught.";}
#phaia.cpdesc3:before{content:"Instead, what she found was information regarding the Cypress Sisterhood in Colchis. And the rumour that the priestesses, with the divine power of the Goddess, could repair the bodies of women. Believing that such a gift would be able to heal the damage done to her, Phaia travelled to Colchis and sought answers from the sisters. Realising that rumours had been exaggerated (as they so often are) it was made clear that, while the Sisters could not return to her the ability to bear children, they could offer her the return of her virginity; through the religious ceremony that takes place when a woman joined their ranks.";}
#phaia.cpdesc4:before{content:"Staying with the Sisterhood for a few days before intending to travel back to Taengea, Phaia was with the sisters when a fire broke out in the capital. The Sisterhood travelled to Midas in order to help those injured and Phaia –with her medical knowledge and research– went with them. It was there that she found her desire to be a physician. Most specifically, to be a healer with the Sisterhood. She has since taken her first indoctrination ceremonies, reaffirmed her virginity, and is now working as an Initiate within the Order, hoping to one day be one of the midwives devoted to the Goddess Artemis.";}
#phoebe.cpname:before{content:"Phoebe of Arcanaes";}
#phoebe.cptitle:before{content:"Phoebe of Arcanaes, Slave of Colchis, Hellas";}
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#phoebe.cpdesc1:before,#phoebe .cpdesc1:before{content:"Phoebe was born to a world of strict rank and order but has never felt encumbered or penalised by it. This is simply the way the world is. Though she is illiterate and uneducated, Phoebe has the intelligence to know the way of things. The few who preach for a more egalitarian way of living seem foolish to her, unable to comprehend the depth and volume of changes necessary to upset the current social and political status quo. Having witnessed the great suffering of those in abject poverty, Phoebe is content and thankful when her ownership falls into the hands of the kind and steels herself to hope for happier days when otherwise. A diligent slave, kindly, efficient and very hard working, Phoebe has enough idealism to have faith that a good deed and a good slave will eventually find a good master and that satisfactory effort on her part will see them keep her in comfort and security. Unambitious for things beyond her station in life, this safety and happiness is the sole goal in Phoebe’s world. The last turn she ever saw her life taking was into the bed of the crown prince she serves… Through this character, I am seeking a super slow burn exploration of ultimate romance for my Stone Prince. Any takers?";}
#phoebe.cpdesc2:before{content:"Here’s what I have so far… Phoebe’s early life is up to her creator. I have a strong idea of what she is like currently but how she gets there and the facts of her upbringing are open for exploration. Firstly, I think it is significant to her character development that she has some experience with true suffering: such as witnessing the effects of a famine or the realities of slaves kept by cruel masters. Or even the lives of slaves in mines. I don’t want her to be fearful or bitter, so perhaps she should have witnessed these horrors only to those she’s not very close to emotionally. She should be very aware of the risks for someone in her position but not traumatised by them. She should also have grown up more or less alone, without parents or siblings. I see Phoebe as a kind of quiet-strength character; someone who has had to work damn hard all her life but who neither complains nor seeks praise for it. I imagine her being traded and moved around a few times, which would help her to learn to make friends quickly. Perhaps she’s had a few surrogate parents in the form of older slaves in the different households she’s lived in. I’d like her to be a genuinely kind person and for her struggles to have made her empathetic, not cold. Again, this relates to her quiet-strength. It takes a lot of inner courage and deliberate positive thinking to turn upsetting or frightening experiences into a positive character trait.";}
#phoebe.cpdesc3:before{content:"In this sense, Phoebe should always see her owners as people, not masters. She will, of course, show appropriate respect and honours that they are better than her in the sense that they are more knowledgeable, have more freedoms and are usually healthier, stronger, better connected and more powerful. In all ways they are better than a slave girl like her. But also not more or less worthy of happiness, nor faultless. If she sees her master sleeping in a chair before a burnt out fire, she might bring him a blanket or stoke the flames once more. If he’s a truly kind master, she might be brave enough to put the blanket over his knees. Phoebe preserves and respects rank whilst also recognising the humanity in everyone.";}
#phoebe.cpdesc4:before{content:"This being said, Phoebe is aware that the people she serves have options in life and she does not. Whilst she acts with kindness it is never so altruistic as to risk her own place. When she lands somewhere good, she will not put that position in jeopardy and is open to betraying her morals if it means keeping her life. The fate of unfavoured slaves is not to be borne. This would create great conflict in Phoebe and she is never one thing or another: never always out for self preservation or always selfless. She would have to confront each conflict of interests at a time and weigh the situation accordingly in the moment to see which wins out: her inner goodness or the realities of her rank.";}
#phoebe.cpdesc5:before{content:"To that end… My current idea for a plotline is this: Phoebe has, for the last few years, been in the ownership of the Thanasi. She has been a general slave in one of their many estates and whilst it’s not a great joy, it’s also not harsh or cruel. She has never met any of the main Thanasi family at this point; only served their stewards and head slaves in Arcanaes. My idea is that a recent conflict between the Thanasi and the Kotas has seen provincial lines redrawn and the estate in question fall into Kotas ownership in compensation for an insult the Thanasi made against the ruling house. I’ve yet to discuss this with those who play Thanasi characters but this kind of development (or one that creates the same results) is en pointe for the relationship between the two houses and would, I think, create some fun drama. Anyway, the result as far as Phoebe is concerned is that the Kotas now own the house she works in, and the slaves kept there. They close up the estate and move the slaves to their other holdings. The ones closely tied to the Thanasi they sell back to them (they don’t want any spies in their homes), but those considered too lowly to be a risk (such as Phoebe) are accepted into Kotas ownership. They are divided by skill and effort and something in Phoebe’s abilities (not sure what yet) makes her worthy of being a slave in the Kotas’s property in the capital: aka the main household of the Kotas.";}
#phoebe.cpdesc6:before{content:"Here, Phoebe would work for several months, only spotting members of the Kotas from afar and randomly passing in corridors: even amongst slaves there are ranks and she is not the sort to serve royalty directly. But something happens that gets her noticed by one of them. And, after a few more positive impressions are made, she might eventually be summoned for some reason. Could be anything but I’m thinking she happens to be the same size/shape as the princess and the servants want to check a garment or piece of jewellery? I’m envisioning them complimenting her slender wrists and asking her to check the fit of a bracelet that was resized for the princess and then it gets stuck and Phoebe fears someone will see it and think her a thief? Or something fairly innocent like this that would spell some dangerous outcomes for her if she isn’t careful. Whatever the circumstances, she’s brought into the orbit of the royals: Vangelis in particular.";}
#phoebe.cpdesc7:before{content:"So, here’s the predicament I have found with Vangelis and romance. From birth, it has been drilled into Vangelis that his future wife will be queen of all Colchis. His duties as crown prince have sunk so deeply that they are now an intrinsic part of who he is. He is no longer conscious of the fact that he simply doesn’t look at a woman with a sensual eye if she is not of appropriate birth, station, skills and character to be a queen. They just don’t enter his orbit. On the flip side of this, Vangelis has no time for the shallow or fleeting realities of social politics. He understands that they are important and greatly admires people like his mother who can navigate a social function the way he does a battlefield. But he doesn’t like that such navigation is necessary. Which means, women who have been brought up to only be skilled in such things… sort of bore him. So, if the only women he notices are those who can be a political leader, and all those with the potential to be said leader bore him or don’t seem to have anything in common with him… he’s on a highway to nowhere when it comes to finding his perfect match. And that’s the struggle I’ve had finding the right romantic fit for Vangelis. Enter this wanted ad…";}
#phoebe.cpdesc8:before{content:"The two things I would love to see from this idea are: a seriously slow (and I mean slow) burn romance. And, alongside that burn, the growth of Phoebe into Vang’s perfect match. I’m not saying I want her to change for him, but that associating with him will help her grow into her own person and that that person just happens to turn out to be Vang’s best pairing. I’m thinking that she is a good match for him character wise at the beginning (though perhaps a little naive) in the sense that she is hard working, idealistic without being unrealistic or a dreamer, has strong ethics, genuinely wants what is best for others and sees the truth of the world. Where she differs is her ability to make friends, her quick smile and the fact that she is easily liked by everyone she meets. They have both suffered in their own ways so can understand that in each other, but they have grown differently from it. Whilst trial and training have made Vangelis hard, they have made Phoebe fluid, like water. In this sense, Phoebe is not a shallow or political creature like the high class women Vang knows, but she is social and has the potential for understanding the human side of politics like Vangelis’s mother Yanni. What I’m getting at is… if Phoebe somehow received the same level of education and tutelage that a high born woman receives, she would end up being near perfect (minus wealth and connections) for the role of queen; her place in life has simply made this impossible (for now).";}
#phoebe.cpdesc9:before{content:"I’d certainly be up for an element of Pygmalion in this story (e.g. My Fair Lady) but again this would be a very slow absorbing of her surroundings more than a deliberate plan. Phoebe has no ambitions to be Vang’s wife, or even his lover. I would like this romance to grow as naturally and slowly as we can make it, against both of their wills. The kind of romance that eventually, finally has one of them panicking over the fate of the other in some dramatic scene and only then realising that this deep respect and friendship they’ve been feeling for months is actually love (you big morons). Only they’ve subconsciously blinded themselves to that as even a possibility because of their statuses as prince and slave. Romance by stealth, if you will.";}
#phoebe.cpdesc10:before{content:"That’s the general idea anyway. When it comes to the specifics, I really want these two to grow organically, step by step. I’d like this character and her relationship to be a bit of a literary experiment. I’d like to see if these two would naturally fall in love with tiny glances, minor gestures and those little tidbits from great romances that always make us squee. Not grand gestures or bold declarations and drama.";}
#phoebe.cpdesc11:before{content:"That being said, we still need some kind of dramatic plots to keep the two coming into each other’s orbit and to facilitate conflict. So here are some of the plotting potentials that have floated through my brain on occasion… 1. Firstly - Vangelis’s reputation. To begin with, I would really like to lean into Vang’s reputation as the Blood General and this towering figure that scares the shit out of everyone (especially a slave girl) and take some time to see this slow shift and for her to see the awkward man beneath the stoic mask. 2. As she comes last from a Thanasi household, Phoebe could be approached by a Thanasi and somehow blackmailed into becoming a spy. I’d love this to be explored after she’s become comfortable in the Kotas house so that she genuinely has no desire to betray them and tries to solve the issue herself somehow? 3. Vangelis’s absences (both physical and emotional) could be a source of drama. Once some emotions are in play, Vangelis constantly going to war or rumours of him courting a high born lady could create some angst. 4. Over time, Phoebe could impress the royals so much that they seek to reward her with her freedom via marriage to someone (a merchant, civilian or someone) who has taken a liking to her and seeks to buy her for his wife. This would give Phoebe a good life - a better life than that of a slave - and she would have to confront the impossibility of anything real with Vang. 4. The age gap. Whilst this is not so bizarre for this era, Vang’s life experience in comparison to Phoebe’s should have them seeing things from a slightly different angle and could create some conflict. 5. Vang’s violence. Whilst at home Vang is more a princely administrator than anything else and far easier to like (despite appearance and reputation) than when he’s on a battlefield, up to his knees in rotting entrails and rivers of blood. Confronting what Vang actually does when he goes overseas to fight could be a good conflict with Phoebe’s more humanitarian morals. 6. Eventual post-relationship growth is a definite want. Unlike a lot of relationships, I’d love to see the story continue once she and Vang are a couple: perhaps her taking on her first social event as his courted partner and eventually becoming a royal herself and confronting the realities (most of them negative) of being a queen.";}
#phoebe.cpdesc12:before{content:"I would equally love to see Phoebe help Vangelis to grow. For example, Vang has zero idea how to be romantic. He is also likely very bad at sex. As he’s never engaged in a serious courtship with a woman, and Vang has a fastidious devotion to never fathering an illegitimate child, Vang’s sexual experience is limited to temple and brothel workers: the women forced to use measures for birth control by their trade. And what whore or priestess is going to give a crown prince constructive feedback? As I would like Phoebe to be a virgin before Vang, and neither of them know any better, I would imagine sex to not be particularly pleasant for Phoebe initially and for this to be an area she can help Vang to grow in skill and understanding, not to mentioned growing their intimacy and connection along the way. Along with, you know, general ‘how to be human’ lessons.";}
#phoebe.cpdesc13:before{content:"In addition to this, my future plan for Vangelis is a serious hit of existential crises. Until this point, he has lived as a prince, warrior and leader for his people and country. This has been his purpose for so long that he has never really developed an understanding for who he is as a person. He’s the ultimate prince: a walking cliche. A tool, honed to perfection. But not a human being. And I really want him to realise this by being confronted with a person (Phoebe) who asks him what he actually thinks and likes. Interacting with her should unsettle Vang and shine a light on all he’s missing through his lack of human connection (both with others and himself). Way off in the future, I’d even love to see him panic over this, with the idea (or reality) of becoming a father. So, whilst it might seem on the outside that Phoebe is the one doing all the growing/changing, I definitely want this to be a two way street.";}
#phoebe.cpdesc14:before{content:"Restrictions/requirements of this character include… 1. She’s a redhead. No idea why I picture her this way. I just do and now it’s stuck. The face claim is open to potential change but I really love Jane Levy because of her versatile images: in some she looks like the innocent slave girl. In her red carpet moments she looks like a badass queen. Equally, her name is not set in stone so feel free to throw others at me but I do like Phoebe because it ties into a great aunt Vang had (could be a funny bonding moment). I’m open to nicknames too - Bea (pronounced Bee) for example? She also doesn’t have to be from Arcanaes originally if she was sold over provincial lines between her birth and being owned by the Thanasi. 2. I like the idea of Phoebe being a real and nuanced character, not dramatic guns blazing. So if you like the big drama and action she’s probably not for you. If you like the subtle eyebrow raise of Austen-style interactions, she might be more your speed. 3. Her creator must be okay with explicit roleplay. It is going to take some time to get them there but, when they do, I don’t do the “fade to black”, I go all out. Plus Vang is always getting injured and whatnot so blood, violence and detailed sex must all be workable for you. 4. I cannot stress enough how slow/real I want to try and make this relationship. We’re talking hundreds of threads and little interactions, not a few big connection-building events that get them from strangers to lovers. So Phoebe’s creator would need to be a) very patient and b) able to go seek other storylines for this character with other people so they have something to write. Vang can eventually become one of her main plot lines but, initially, he would very much be a side character in her world who grows more significant over time. Phoebe will need other dynamics and plots before that happens. 5. Whoever takes Phoebe must be willing to scrap this whole thing. They should be interested in creating Phoebe the Person, not Phoebe the Love Interest. I’m a big believer in characters growing organically and having their own voices. So, if the way you envision and write Phoebe doesn’t gel with Vang, I’m not going to tell you you’re wrong and try to micromanage your writing; we can simply drop the romance plot and have them go on their own life journey. Which is why Phoebe needs other plots and other purposes besides Vang.";}
#phoebe.cpdesc15:before{content:"I think this is a long enough wanted ad to be getting on with (apologies for the waffle). Please feel free to message me with any ideas, thoughts or just to shoot the breeze. I have lots of potential ideas for this pair so I’m happy to just chat away until the right person wants to take this lovely lady…";}
#photis.cpname:before{content:"Photis of Eliades";}
#photis.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Varónos Photis of Dynasteía Eliades, Birthed Heir of Lord Harith of Dynasteía Eliades and Lady Ria of Dynasteía Kotas, Senator of Colchis, Hellas";}
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#photis.cpdesc1:before,#photis .cpdesc1:before{content:"We are all products of the environment in which we were raised. And different people exemplify their upbringing in different ways. In Photis, that example is obvious. Raised by parents who valued the mind over muscle, in a culture that honours war and glory… It's of little surprise that Photis’s life led him to have a foot in each world. Initially trained as a soldier, Photis was eventually forced to leave the militia after issues with his commanding officers. Stoked, prodded and trained to think outside the box from a young age, Photis spent six years, from the age of fourteen, witnessing avoidable deaths or inefficient methods of combat –visions that still feature heavily in his nightmares. When attempting to speak out, his intention to help was read as insubordination and he was dishonourably removed from the service. To this day, Photis insists that he has no difficulty with authority, only with authorities who refuse to listen. He proved that integrity just six months after leaving the Illytia unit, for who should arrive at his door than the crown prince.";}
#photis.cpdesc2:before{content:"The Fates, it seemed, had arranged for Photis’s last battle to have been under Vangelis of Kotas, a Commander of the Colchian forces. When one of his units had been sluggish in responding to orders, he had investigated, and been informed that the blame was placed on an obstinate Lieutenant. Wanting to investigate further, he discovered that the officer in question had already been dismissed, and so Vangelis had travelled to Illytia to speak with the man. What followed was an interaction and discussion that would change the course of Photis’s life. Once tutored by Photis’s father Harith, Vangelis trusted Photis’s assessment of the army, their tactics and their training methods. He was willing to listen and to learn. Eventually a new position was found for Photis, answering to the Colchian Master of War. His new duties were to question and to challenge, and to make recommendations for improvement in the army so that lives were not needlessly spent. Having always been raised with a healthy respect for his mother’s birth family, this encounter and the career it led turned Photis’s simple respect into devoted fealty. And how did he repay such an open, giving hand? By falling in love with the crown prince’s betrothed.";}
#photis.cpdesc3:before{content:"Though the engagement between Marisa of Condos and Vangelis of Kotas never reached the stage of official formality, everyone in the political and courtly spheres knew that the beautiful woman from Taengea was visiting the Colchian Isles for one purpose only: to announce her engagement to its future king. Only, Photis was in Midas that summer, studying and preparing for his new advisory position. And it was for his open sweetness and clear intellect that Marisa fell. With the fear of scandal looming over their heads, a dramatic and turbulent courtship persisted into the autumn of that year. Until the secret was out, the bubble popped… and no scandal erupted. Vangelis of Kotas was so accepting of the situation, in fact, that the anticlimax was laughable. Photis’s new job had never been at risk. Marisa was free to choose her own partner. And, even without the imagined drama, their passions persisted.";}
#photis.cpdesc4:before{content:"Now married to the love of his life, with a career he enjoys and takes pride in, and the father to two young boys, life could not be better for Photis. His only concerns are a sister who never seems able to hold down a suitor and a brother who refuses to lay down the drink or the dice. Not to mention the fact that the two boys he adores so much are a menace to society. Now that his place in the world at large has settled, it appears that Photis’s next battles will be fought on the home front.";}
#pompeius.cpname:before{content:"Pompeius Nobilis Benedi";}
#pompeius.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Pompeius Nobilis Benedi, Birthed Son of Lord Ignatius Nobilis Benedi and Venus of Solsinii, Senator of Roma";}
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#pompeius.cpdesc1:before,#pompeius .cpdesc1:before{content:"Pompeius has never possessed that happy talent of easy friendship. Communication, he can conquer. Of intelligent debate, he is masterful. But the easy-going charisma that naturally endears others to him personally? It does not come easily to the second son of Benedi. Generally, Pompeius encounters a social function with a stern brow and judging stare that puts others on their back heels. Despite wielding great respect among the leaders of his nation, on a one-to-one basis, Pompeius is decidedly unlikeable.";}
#pompeius.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a child, Pompeius felt his status as second-born second-place keenly. His parents never deliberately treated him differently, nor outwardly discussed an inferiority to his brother, but the manner in which Augustus was pushed to excel and Pompeius was never expected to match such talent... it created a subconscious state of mind in Pompeius. A sense of loss. He was not good enough because he did not need to be good enough. Under the eye of zero expectation from others, Pompeius pushed himself. In academics, economics and horse-riding, he excelled. By his early adult years, he had mastered the chariot, could wield a sword as well as any soldier and was adept with a bow and arrow. He knew the family business down to its most intricate profits and losses. And he was praised by no-one. Save Augustus.";}
#pompeius.cpdesc3:before{content:"Pompeius's brother was not blind to his achievements. In fact, he regularly heralded Pompeius as the more talented brother. It was to him that their beautiful cousin should be married. It was he that should hold the family title of Imperia in the Parliamentum. Their mother, who was charged with leading the Benedi House upon her husband's death when the boys were children, listened to the first suggestion. But not the second. It had been Ignatius's dying wish to see his first-born son take on the mantle of the family name and she would not be swayed from this promise. Whilst Augustus accepted this role as soon as he was legally an adult, he has always sought Pompeius's guidance and support. And Pompeius has been happy to give it. Whilst a secret voice in his heart seeks such a noble title of his own, Pompeius could never turn on the only person who has actively witnessed his efforts.";}
#pompeius.cpdesc4:before{content:"For decades, Pompeius has played the shadow assistant to his brother. He provides Augustus with the facts and figures he needs in the Parliamentum. He uses a personal network of spies to keep Augustus abreast of political gossip and material for blackmail. He plays the austere, degrading protector at his shoulder. For his part, Augustus works equally hard as the face of the Benedi fortune. Open, considerate and charming, such talents are a significant asset to the Head of a House; talents that Pompeius is aware he lacks. Together, they work as two sides of a powerful coin and, in that, Pompeius finds satisfaction.";}
#pompeius.cpdesc5:before{content:"The times, however, are a'changing. Firstly, Pompeius's homelife is a whirlwind of chaos. The woman he once deeply loved has, for nearly thirty years, been a possessed stranger. Attempting to provide his children with some semblance of security amidst Valeria's lunacy, Pompeius works hard to secure their financial assets instead of seeing to the emotional turmoil of his offspring. He tries to push Argus harder, towards more ambitious paths. He attempts to corral Titus, fearing the shame he'll eventually bring to the family, should he be found in the wrong woman's bed. For his daughters, Pompeius prays, ignorant of any way he might be able to support and encourage such wildly different females.";}
#pompeius.cpdesc6:before{content:"To make matters worse, Augustus is now married and has, for the last twenty years, allowed the woman to make a fool of him. Pompeius cannot understand Augustus' devotion to a woman who will give him neither respect, nor her body. But perhaps this is a displaced fury over the distance Pompeius feels between him and his own spouse. Either way, without a loyal wife or heirs of his own Augustus is risking the family name and Pompeius will not have it. After years of arguing with the brother he loves and respects, Pompeius's fidelity is starting to fray and wear thin. Perhaps now the risk of keeping Augustus in charge is worse than a new management of the family line...";}
#portia.cpname:before{content:"Portia Nobilis Netuno";}
#portia.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Portia Nobilis Netuno, Courtier of Roma";}
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#portia.cpdesc1:before,#portia .cpdesc1:before{content:"Portia might look as if her life has been a simple step-by-step of generous fortune. But she has worked damned hard to lay each and every stone. Her diligence and devotion have seen her reach a status in life unrivalled by many. She is married to a man she loves, has been blessed with two beautiful children and is highly sought by ladies of the Romani Court to lead the noble or religious festivals of the social calendar. She is the unofficial mentor to many a young woman and, despite a fine face risking shallow judgement, has managed to garner equal respect from many of the men in her husband's social circles. To all intents and purposes, Portia leads a charmed life. But she knows that a single mistake, one day in which she is not fully in control, and it could all come crashing down around her.";}
#portia.cpdesc2:before{content:"A little after suffering through puberty, Portia experienced a new challenge: bouts of hysteria that she could never quite explain. For days she would be exuberant and energised - almost manic - and during others she would struggle to lift her head from her pillow. Such swaying emotions were not to be borne in her world. For her father needed her. With her mother gone and his new wife a prissy noblewoman lacking any domestic talent, it fell to Portia to take care of the home. She cooked, she cleaned and she toiled beside her father in the glass factory when his workers were sick. She helped feed his workforce and befriended his clients. She washed the sign out front of his craft shop. Portia was a diligent and emphatic worker and she could not afford to have her heart or head override her daily duties. To that end, Portia began to experiment. Herbs, poultices, teas and sweet remedies. She visited every healer and physician she could in Venici, keeping her concerns private and her excursions secret. Eventually, she found a combination of sedative herbs and energising spiced teas to keep her balanced. So long as she took them in the right manner, on the right days and in the correct amounts.";}
#portia.cpdesc3:before{content:"On her nineteenth birthday this carefully constructed plan almost fell apart. Portia discovered a small box of her mother's old papers, including several notes that she had hitherto not read. Whilst all the love Portia bore her mother had come from letters and songs Titania had penned before her birth, her devotion to this ghostly woman was no less intense than any other child's. So, when Portia read a diary entry that spoke of Titania's endless heartbreak and inescapable sorrow that her husband had married her whilst in love with another, Portia was traumatised. She had always known that her mother had drowned, but her father had framed the tragedy as an accident on the canals. If the plan stated in the diary was to be believed, Titania had thrown herself from one of the Venici bridges. Unable to throw grief at a father she loved, Portia turned her ire toward her step mother and, by extension, her half-sister Marina. She forgot her herbs, she dashed her teas, and she lost all control for several months. Everyone around her was concerned, thinking she was possessed or ill. Only when Portia began to scare herself did she turn back to her self-medication. As if in reward for her returning self-discipline, it was that week that Portia met Rufus.";}
#portia.cpdesc4:before{content:"Rufus Nobilis Netuno was an interesting young man. Highly intelligent, widely experienced and far more worldly-wise than she could ever hope to be, Rufus was intriguing to Portia. He was vibrant and he was colourful. Of course, such colour lay beneath the surface. Skin deep, Rufus was quiet and unassuming. Though tall, he seemed unwilling to take up more space than was necessary and mumbled more than he spoke. Whilst many viewed the man as intimidating or plain dull, Portia found him endearing. It was an easy answer when her father confessed that the man had come to seek her hand in marriage. In the three years it took for Rufus to complete his duties in the militia, Portia's father passed, leaving Marina and Hera in her care. As the only woman in the family now with a husband, they were dependent on her. And despite her dislike for them both, Portia would not disgrace her father's memory, nor her own integrity by leaving them to starve. They came with her to her marital home.";}
#portia.cpdesc5:before{content:"Now, Portia is a mother, wife, and friend to many. A skilled historian, lecturer and social organiser, Portia is respected by a large network of friends. Courtiers from Roma and beyond send their children to the House of Netuno for education or mentorship. And Portia spends much of her day writing correspondence to their families and her friends. Her largest concerns now are keeping her emotions within their delicate equilibrium and fixing a firm eye on her brother-in-law Romulus. Once a charismatic cad, now respectable ambassador, Portia is extremely concerned that any hooks Marina might dig into Romulus will only draw her brother-in-law back into bad habits and increase Marina's negative influence over the Netunos and Roma at large.";}
#prisca.cpname:before{content:"Prisca Nobilis Benedi";}
#prisca.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Prisca Nobilis Benedi, Birthed Daughter of Lord Pompeius Nobilis Benedi and Lady Valeria Nobilis Benedi, Courtier of Roma";}
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#prisca.cpdesc1:before,#prisca .cpdesc1:before{content:"Need a friend? Need a party? Need drama? Say hello to Prisca. Being the middle daughter and penultimate child of a busy household might send some into the shadows of self-relegated obscurity. Not Prisca. Determined to be the center of every discussion, the heart of every matter and the spirit of every get together, one cannot escape the persistent optimism and enthusiastic chatter of this Romani courtier.";}
#prisca.cpdesc2:before{content:"Prisca's need for attention is nothing new. Growing up, she followed in the shadow of her confident older sister and dogged the steps of her brothers. When her sister was born, Prisca had a ready-made doll to mould in her image. All things were for Prisca's entertainment and anything that served to throw off her groove would spark a tsunami of tears and tantrums.";}
#prisca.cpdesc3:before{content:"As an adult, Prisca is at once improved and worse in her need for validation. Though screaming and crying jags have been left in her childhood, where they belong, Prisca is no stranger to dark moods and malicious behaviour. Whenever she senses being left out of a discussion, being cast aside by others or just generally ignored, Prisca will correct the matter in any way she knows how. Gift-giving might give way to pigtail pulling. Flattery is as common as spiteful revenge. With an almost psychotic need for a sense of importance, Prisca will eventually give up on being anyone's friend and settle for their enemy. The stronger her interest in the other person, the harder her attempts to catch their eye.";}
#prisca.cpdesc4:before{content:"Uncomfortably clingy over her sister Ursula, Prisca has, in recent times, turned a fearful eye upon a particularly gentleman of the Evander family. Just who is he to take her sister from her? Who is he to show her attention over herself? A little flirtation, a little stalking, a little warning... whatever is necessary, Prisca is sure she can fix the situation back to her liking...";}
#qaileet.cpname:before{content:"Qaileet al'Noakko";}
#qaileet.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Angra Qaileet of Bêl' Noakko, Councilwoman of Assyria";}
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#qaileet.cpdesc1:before,#qaileet .cpdesc1:before{content:"The life Qaileet was born to was not so traumatic. No grand poverty, nor character-building obstacles. Her parents were unwealthy but content, unskilled but diligent, unintelligent but devout. They saw the world as the world saw them: small and quiet. For Qaileet, this world view was somehow faulty. She saw the holes where her parents were blind to inconsistencies. She saw wealth and power where her parents bowed their heads. She witnessed the comfort, possessions and quality of the lives of others... and she wanted it for herself.";}
#qaileet.cpdesc2:before{content:"Leaving her parents in the dust of their own ignorant tranquillity, Qaileet took to learning. She studiously spied on local nobles, learned the art of seduction from high-end brothels, and practiced the making of poultices, potions and witchcraft. She learned to read the stars, how to manipulate others with messages from the great beyond and how to wear her desire and mystique like a cloak of fascination. Eventually, Qaileet found a role for herself as concubine to a man of great power: Morath al'Yal'ira. To him, she birthed a son: only the second he had been able to secure. Using the rumours of her witchcraft and the whispers of her strange power over men, Qaileet played the lunatic in order to use her newborn baby as leverage. She would take him far away, she promised Morath. She would see him suffer, starve and disappear from the world and scatter his bones to the four winds in honour of her strange religion. Morath believed Qaileet's threats and it was eventually settled that, in exchange for never once crossing paths or words with her child, ever again, Morath would pay an extortionate price: wealth beyond Qaileet’s wildest dreams.";}
#qaileet.cpdesc3:before{content:"Taking the gold and putting it to greater use, Qaileet continued to live in luxurious circles, careful to steer clear of the Yal'ira household. Her acting was once more put to effective use when she promised Akkad al'Noakko her second child: that she could cure his infertility with her potions and give him the heir he had failed to find with his first wife. A year later they were officially married, turning an ambitious young witch into a noblewoman. Within twelve months, Qaileet's new husband was dead.";}
#qaileet.cpdesc4:before{content:"For the last nine years, Qaileet has moulded the Noakko House to her own whims and her own desires. Taking on an apprentice in witchcraft, Qaileet returned to her birth parents for the first time in decades to insist that they officially adopt her protege. As a sibling to the Head of the Noakko House, Marluna is officially a part of the upper echelons; ready to walk in her mentor's footsteps. Qaileet continues to expand her strange, cultish harem with Elijyah and Ammanuel, two brothers from the borders of Phoenicia who follow her as devotees do their priestess. Rumour has it that one or both of them regularly grace Qaileet's bed and that she holds sway over her minions with hedonistic magic. Equally strong in rumour is Qaileet’s association with darker forces such as the assassins and thieves of the Sariqas faction. But it is a fearful undertaking to investigate and search for concrete evidence, when a mere witch has ascended so high...";}
#qanaya.cpname:before{content:"Qanaya of Uruk";}
#qanaya.cptitle:before{content:"Qanaya of the Uruk, Militant of Assyria";}
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#qanaya.cpdesc1:before,#qanaya .cpdesc1:before{content:"Qanaya is a woman without a home. A woman without foundation, roots or boundaries. Despite the location of her birth, Qanaya was born to a travelling Bedoan, and an Uruk woman, making it hard to ever consider herself a Babylonian. Despite the Uruks being the first city and peoples in the Persian peninsula, millenia past, Qanaya has little heritage to call her own. Her father was exiled from his Saharan home and her mother's Uruki people have long since dissipated and diluted into other cultures. Qanaya might not be Babylonian, but she has nowhere else to belong either. After her mother died giving birth to her, Qanaya travelled with her father for several years. He was a hard man, determined to teach Qanaya only what he could: the ways of a survivalist. He treated her not so much like a son but a genderless child; mentoring her in sewing as much as swordplay. Whatever was necessary for them at the time.";}
#qanaya.cpdesc2:before{content:"At the age of ten, Qanaya was present at a revolt in the streets of Babylon. Her father, though not a part of the protest, had the appearance of a foreigner and was accused of partaking. Conflict broke out and Qanaya could do little but witness her father fighting for his life against seven armed guards. A warrior to his core, the man went down fighting but he did, indeed , go down. Frozen in terror, Qanaya did nothing to help defend her father and still lives with this guilt today.";}
#qanaya.cpdesc3:before{content:"After her father's death, Qanaya was lost. She had the skills to survive but no purpose to live. It was then that she found the Shul'gula. Or rather, they found her. Recruited off the streets of Sippar, Qanaya advanced quickly through the ranks of the band of warrior women. But still, she did not find her home. After dedicating whole decades of her life to the Shul'gula cause, Qanaya discovered deception and corruption at the heart of the organisation. Refusing to be a part of the faction any longer, she turned against its teachings and went rogue. A decision not taken lightly by her masters. Soon, Qanaya was hunted down. Arrested and sent to the prison camps, Qanaya suffered manual labour and fought for her life in gladiator-like challenges for many years. It was here that she met Shahen.";}
#qanaya.cpdesc4:before{content:"Shahen was a young man of integrity and dignity. Well-educated, he spoke in a way that amused Qanaya. He was also kind. Sharing his rations with others and trying to help the wounded with his basic knowledge of anatomy. Qanaya warned him repeatedly that such efforts would only lead to his own exhaustion, his own death; that he'd do better to think only of himself. Shahen refused. And so it began that Qanaya started to think of him. If he would not protect himself, she would do so. It was not a conscious choice but a slow development of kinship, of friendship, of brotherhood. Shahen told Qanaya stories of the Mitanni kingdom. Of its beautiful cities and fascinating culture. He told her of the enchanting Layah, the woman he would marry upon his return. He told her stories to help her sleep and lessons in reading to keep her awake. He became her world. And then the news came. The news that Layah was dead. The sun that glowed beneath Shahen's skin dulled and died. His hopes were gone and his motivation with it. For several weeks, Qanaya forced Shahen to put one foot in front of the other until he could once more walk alone. But the two would never be alone again. In hell, they had found one another, forging a union stronger than all others. Such a union, now that Shahen was no longer loyal to his lost love, eventually turned sexual. But never has it extended to romance.";}
#qanaya.cpdesc5:before{content:"When a missive arrived that Mitanni was willing to barter for Shahen's freedom, the truth was discovered. Shahen was not merely a noble from the Mitanni court, as Qanaya had assumed. He was king. The ruler of the entire realm. His life was worth a hundred times more than any other soul beside which they laboured. And yet he had never spoken a word of it. Never lorded over others or put himself in danger by revealing his significance. When Shahen refused to leave the prison without those he’d served with tasting freedom beside him, what little pieces of Qanaya's soul that were still her own were stolen. Shahen was it. She would live for him. She would die for him. And now that she travels with him to Mitanni, to discover his lands taken and his love gone, woe betide anyone who thinks to issue further pain upon the man.";}
#rafail.cpname:before{content:"Rafail of Marikas";}
#rafail.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Varónos Rafail of Dynasteía Marikas, Birthed Son of Lord Panos of Dynasteía Marikas and Lady Justana of Dynasteía Stravos, Senator of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#rafail.cpdesc1:before,#rafail .cpdesc1:before{content:"Born to the powerful Marikas family without the pressure of having to contribute to that prestige, Rafail is the epitome of a pampered prince and milks his brother-in-law (once removed) connection to the king for all it's worth. Born an arrogant and needy child, Rafail has grown little since and, without the influence of a mother figure for most of his life, seeks female companionship to ease his cravings for attention. Used to receiving the best of everything, anything less than the best is met with disdain and displays of ill-temper.";}
#rafail.cpdesc2:before{content:"Whilst he has no particular passion or natural skill in either the military or academia, Rafail is intelligent enough that at least some of his high class education and tutorship has been absorbed over time, making him a moderately effective Varónos to the Thesnia province. The position of responsibility and leadership is an attempt on Lord Panos' part to drag his son into maturity, but it has altogether failed in its primary purpose. It has, however, given Rafail a larger personal wealth to employ as he sees fit.";}
#rafail.cpdesc3:before{content:"As he's found mediocre in every way when measured against his brother, Rafail works hard to avoid the comparison, turning to social circles outside those typically frequented by upper nobility for validation. Particularly to local brothels and the lower nobility families, the women from which are less familiar with the great Lord Pavlos of Marikas. Rafail swims in this ignorance, presenting himself as he so wishes.";}
#rafail.cpdesc4:before{content:"The tragedy of Rafail is that, were he to dedicate even half the time he spends constructing his personas on actually building his own value, he might have long ago measured up to his far-from-perfect elder brother. Instead, the only person who seems to see something of worth in Rafail is his sister Sofia. Rafail repays this devotion; Sofia is the only woman in the world to whom he shows even a modicum of respect.";}
#rebqa.cpname:before{content:"Rebqa of Arrapkha";}
#rebqa.cptitle:before{content:"Rebqa of Arrapkha, Citizen of Babylonia";}
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#rebqa.cpdesc1:before,#rebqa .cpdesc1:before{content:"Rebqa's life has revolved around a single and constant regret. The regret of not taking what opportunity she could with the man she loved. Despite this decision leading to a solitary life of heartbreak, Rebqa has much attention thrown upon her by male friends as her youthful appearance has persisted into her forties and fifties. Yet, she has eyes for only two men: the son she adores and the man who gave him to her.";}
#rebqa.cpdesc2:before{content:"Born to a chief servant and his wife, Rebqa's destiny was not to ascend through life. She was born to a place and would remain there, so said the Gods. Unfortunately, they blessed her with a mind that would not be limited. This mind and a passion for learning drew her into the orbit of Harburabi an'Kinsalla, the sole, handsome heir to the family Rebqa's father served. Clandestine lessons and stolen, romantic moments around the Kinsalla estate eventually led to the birth of two things that would change Rebqa's life forever: a sense of ambition and a son.";}
#rebqa.cpdesc3:before{content:"When Harburabi (desperately in love with Rebqa but limited in his choice of wife for the future of his House) requested she become his concubine, Rebqa made a fateful decision: she said no. Her love for Harburabi had exposed her to goals and dreams of being more than she was and the position of concubine, even to the head of a powerful royal house, did not fit with the new, prideful image of her future. In hindsight, her refusal was a test: a challenge for Harburabi to buck tradition and, instead, offer her the position of his formal wife. He did not. And Rebqa was left to regret her choice for years to come.";}
#rebqa.cpdesc4:before{content:"In her son, she found great solitude. Vahash was, and continues to be, everything a fair chaldean woman could want in a son: strong, courageous and devoted to his elders. Harburabi's insistance of contact with, and payment for, his child has formed a bond with Vahash that Rebqa cannot help but adore and resent simultaneously. Seeing the man she adores refuse to leave his child by the wayside continues to stoke her love for him; a love that would hurt less if it was left to fade into obsurity. Instead, Rebqa has been forced to accept her burning torch for the man for four decades, determinedly ignoring his picture perfect life with another woman.";}
#rebqa.cpdesc5:before{content:"And yet now, with all the obstacles that once kept them apart removed, Harburabi is proving his persistence once more. Vahash is his heir and his heart, so he claims, is Rebqa's. But after so many years pretending not to care, can Rebqa overcome her pride and take on a new challenge in life at the side of the man she once scorned.";}
#rechavia.cpname:before{content:"Rechavia of Ezra";}
#rechavia.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Rechavia of Ezra, Birthed Son of Ezra of Jesse and Francisca of Ola, Councilman of Phoenicia";}
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#rechavia.cpdesc1:before,#rechavia .cpdesc1:before{content:"More a son than sibling to his brother Elhanan, Rechavia's life is lived along two roads. In the Council of Elders he is a diligent and considerate second to his brother. His desire for the seat of Mahnheeg, spurred on by his ambitious wife, sees Rechavia smiling, simpering and performing his duties with an eye for excrutiating detail. At home, it is a different story. A lover of drink and festivities, Rechavia takes nothing seriously within his own homestead and allows the woman he adores more than life itself to take the reins of discipline and command; just as she likes it. As far as Rechavia is concerned, his world is perfection; with private hedonistic indulgence and public respect. At least, it is until his wife begins to nag again and Rechavia is sent into the spiralling terror of displeasing a woman he should never have been lucky enough to land in the first place.";}
#rechavia.cpdesc2:before,#rechavia .cpdesc2:before{content:"Growing up, Rechavia knew his place well enough. He was to be Elhanan's second in life. His defence, his support, his advocator. Whilst Elhanan grew up believing their father to shine love and affection on the younger brother, the attention Rechavia received was always laced with subtle criticism. Every moment in his father's company was shared with the compliments and praise Ezra never gave to Elhanan directly. By extension, Rechavia knew his place. Second in life, second in significance. So, when the most beautiful woman he had ever beheld began to give him attention over his brother, Rechavia fell hook, line and sinker. Dinorah was stunning, she was demure, she was sensual behind closed doors. She was a goddess in human form. And she wanted Rechavia.";}
#rechavia.cpdesc3:before,#rechavia .cpdesc3:before{content:"Marrying her before she could change her mind, Rechavia has lived in bliss ever since. Though his wife turned out to be far more headstrong than he had ever imagined, this confidence and dominance - particularly in bed - has been nothing but a pleasant surprise. Dinorah now runs his home with the brutal efficiency of a man and expects nothing of him once he returns home from his duties. He can languish in his own pursuits, from drink, to find foods, to all manner of explorative leisures. So long as his wife approves. And Dinorah approves of a lot.";}
#rechavia.cpdesc4:before,#rechavia .cpdesc4:before{content:"Since their marriage, Dinorah has given Rechavia three beautiful daughters and though he could hope for nothing more, the lack of a son frustrates her to no end. And, despite her escalating age, Dinorah now forces marital relations at every opportunity in the hopes of one last attempt at a son and heir. Rechavia complains little.";}
#rechavia.cpdesc5:before,#rechavia .cpdesc5:before{content:"Whilst his life of subjugation to a woman he is convinced he owns is one of great joy, a tendril of fear is starting to worm its way into the back of Rechavia's mind. His wife is so focused on him one day achieving the mantle of Mahnheeg over his nephews. But just what will happen should it ever come to pass? Because, despite his public propriety and success in his current duties, Rechavia has some very great doubts that Elhanan's burden will be one he cannot lift.";}
#reidar.cpname:before{content:"Reidar Oldinson";}
#reidar.cptitle:before{content:"His Einvalds, Jarl Reidar Oldinson of the Northriver Ostmaðr, Birthed Heir of Kónungrson Oldin Ragnarson of the Northriver Ostmaðr and Eiginkona Olga, Royal of Ostjorð";}
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#reidar.cpdesc1:before,#reidar .cpdesc1:before{content:"Reidar was only sixteen when his life changed forever. Puberty and the initiation into manhood is a challenging time for most Ostmadr but Reidar's was compounded by his first sexual experience with a woman. Just one night and he was a father. At sixteen. Whilst many of his clansmen congratulated the young Reidar on his potency, the reality of the situation became all the more daunting when his chosen partner Hild refused to marry him. Not only did Hild have no intention of becoming a part of Reidar's family line, she was also leaving the sippe altogether. And did so, just after her children were born.";}
#reidar.cpdesc2:before{content:"Children, not child. Hild gave birth to twin girls.";}
#reidar.cpdesc3:before{content:"From that point on, Reidar's life was uniquely focused outside of himself. He had two babies to care for, two daughters to whom he had to play both mother and father. And he was not yet seventeen. With his own father, the kónungr of the clan, unsympathetic and distinctly unhelpful in the raising of his grandchildren, Reidar was left to face the challenge alone. And face it, he did.";}
#reidar.cpdesc4:before{content:"Growing up quickly, Reidar became a fighter both on the battlefield and off. With his men, he trained with the the sword and axe. In his home, he fought tears and tantrums. As the years passed, Reidar became one of the most persistent, unrelenting and compassionate warriors of the Northriver sippe. His shoulder grew broad and strong. Which was good news. Because as Reidar entered into his thirties, his father Oldin started to lose the reins on his command. The older man, ruled by rage over his growing infirmity began to make poor choices and rule with his heart not his head. The economy of the sippe began to suffer, the warriors were sent into unwinnable battles, led only by pride and arrogance. Something had to be done.";}
#reidar.cpdesc5:before{content:"Already practised in getting two teenaged girls to do what he wanted, without them realising his influence, Reidar applied the same tactics to his ailing father. As his father's second and his Jarl of Blades, Reidar issued careful counter-commands where necessary. He translated his father's orders to be more effective. He would seek Oldin's agreement to sippe changes only when the man was drunken or tired. Now, Oldin continues to hold the rank of kónungr but Reidar is the true leader of his people. And his warriors know it. Whilst Oldin is still given the respect due to his crown - a crown that everyone knows will be covetously held onto until his death - it is to Reidar that the people of the Northriver sippe adhere. It him that they obey.";}
#rene.cpname:before{content:"Rene of Nikolaos";}
#rene.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Rene of Varónos Nikolaos, Birthed Daughter of Lord Dastros of Varónos Nikolaos and Ianthe of Magnestis, Courtier of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#rene.cpdesc1:before,#rene .cpdesc1:before{content:"With so many siblings before her, Rene of Nikolaos, the youngest of the noble household, was born to parents with little direct ‘need’ for her. This is not to say that she was unloved. On the contrary, the fact that the family already had many boys to carry on the family name and several beautiful young ladies to marry well, eradicated the need for Rene to be prim and perfect or particularly exceptional in any past-time. As such, although she was always shown love and devotion by her parents and her siblings, Rene was spoiled at times and left to her own devices at others. Her siblings did not take her seriously and would relegate her in their childish games to the baby in the crib, or the princess in the tower; protected and devoted roles in any story but highly boring for the actor.";}
#rene.cpdesc2:before{content:"As she grew, the attentions of her siblings were taken up by their own pursuits; the sea, academia, the courts... whatever was their particular and individual interest. Rene was left to find her own amusement, and she found her passion in her artwork. Incredibly artistic and creative, as many children left to entertain themselves are, Rene has come to love her artistic past-times, specifically in sketching with charcoal and sculpting with clay. Her appearance is often the bizarre combination of a beautiful, porcelain doll and a splotchy clay monster, coated in dust or plaster as she has works on her art pieces.";}
#rene.cpdesc3:before{content:"In an industry and craft mostly dominated by men, Rene is as inwardly determined as she is outwardly shy. A young girl with little confidence in herself but great confidence in her work, Rene hopes for a future in which she can continue her work professionally but does little to commend herself to that future due to her social awkwardness and discomfort around strangers.";}
#rene.cpdesc4:before{content:"Sweet, softly-spoken and adored by her family, Rene never complains regarding her lot in life but she does sometimes wish that her family would put more responsibility and trust on her shoulders in a way that would make her feel more important. Not that she’s ever been brave enough to say so out loud…";}
#ressiah.cpname:before{content:"Ressiah H'Abaddi";}
#ressiah.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Sirdett Ressiah of Hei Abaddi, Courtier of K’m’t";}
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#ressiah.cpdesc1:before,#ressiah .cpdesc1:before{content:"Ressiah grew up with zero expectations for her life. Nothing more than a tavern girl, raised by a woman who may not have been her mother, without a paternal parent and no coin to her name. She grew up hard-working and beautiful... Vulnerable to the men who preyed upon women like her. Only one man treated her with respect. A young soldier, bound for the southern provinces on a military expedition. A Captain of his men and brother to two young women. He was kind to her. He courted her. She was quick to join his bed.";}
#ressiah.cpdesc2:before{content:"The Captain made a promise to her: when his duties to the military campaign were complete and he was headed home on leave, he would return to Qalha and wed her. He would have her for his wife if she wished. Ressiah agreed but never believed. Not until, two years later, the man walked back into the tavern. He was taller, stronger and more battle-worn. But still just as kind. Ressiah's sister, Rubiah was her only family left at this point. Desperate to keep hold of her, to help support her, Ressiah begged that Rubiah be permitted into her new husband's home. Sethtah agreed, taking home two women over one.";}
#ressiah.cpdesc3:before{content:"As Sethtah has grown in power and influence, all the way to a General and Sirdar of K'm't, Ressiah has never fallen for his power, influence or wealth. It has always been the man she has loved: the man who kept his promise to a lowly tavern girl. It is for this man that Ressiah tries to prove herself worthy. For the twelve years since their marriage, Ressiah has worked with tutors to improve her language, learned from etiquette instructors and worked hard to become the matriarch of the Abaddi household, without stepping on the toes of Osiria; sister and leader of Sethtah's home since they were young. Now a close friend to Osiria and kindly sister to Fumisa, Ressiah is an integrated part of the household. Her sister, on the other hand, has failed to assimilate spectacularly, making Ressiah an awkward bridge between the two.";}
#ressiah.cpdesc4:before{content:"Ressiah's greatest and only sorrow is that she has yet to produce a child for her husband and she privately fears that something is wrong with her body. Still, she works hard to make up for the deficit in other ways, quietly seeking tonics, poultices and solutions that may improve her chances of conception...";}
#rhene.cpname:before{content:"Rhene of Vlahakis";}
#rhene.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Varóni Rhene of Varónos Vlahakis, Courtier of Colchis, Hellas";}
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#rhene.cpdesc1:before,#rhene .cpdesc1:before{content:"A woman of great inner strength but outer quiet, Rhene of Almosis was the only child and daughter of a rich merchant couple that specialised in vocational boat attachments, specifically, for whaling and shark hunting. Due to the niche subject of her father's business, her little family with no other claim to fame, achieved a business and reputation that was highly sought after in both Almosis and across Colchis. The family became rich but were never blessed with a son and were only able to produce Rhene. As such, they wanted a fortuitous and beneficial marriage for her, not only to secure a little power and authority for their family, but to ensure that their only child was protected and looked after long after they were gone.";}
#rhene.cpdesc2:before{content:"When an Almosis soldier was suddenly appointed to nobility for a heroic act, marriage to the new baron’s son was immediately an idea that sat well with Rhene's father. From the Vlahakis's side of things, a union with a rich merchant gave money to their new noble status. It was a match that benefited both sides of the arrangement. Their marriage arranged when they were both still young, Dexios and Rhene behave in the same way as they did back then: they hold respect and friendliness for one another but nothing approaching real love. Rhene is content in her life of seeing her husband as something between a friend and an acquaintance; someone to go through life with and witness his own. There is no hostility or animosity between the pair, despite great passion also being lacking. In terms of her connections to the rest of the world, Rhene has a strong friendship with Yanni of Kotas and greatly respects Ria of Eliades as a beacon of quiet strength in the Colchian Court.";}
#rhene.cpdesc3:before{content:"Rhene is a woman of little external comment and validation; rarely does she make it a point of herself to stand up for her convictions or to make waves. But this does not make her weak. Internally, she is incredibly strong –more so than she knows or realises. She has great patience, determination, pacifist tendencies and self-sacrificing ways, all of which hint at a woman with a much stronger core of integrity than most men can claim to hold. It is this inner strength and compassion that led to Rhene holding her ground when her husband wished to have their first-born child drowned. Her maternal connection to the two boys was equally strong but after seeing the mark on her child's chest and witnessing the spasms his small body went through after birth, she could also not deny her husband's conclusions that the boy was a curse upon the family and had to be removed from the Vlahakis line. She and her husband came to the compromise that Lykon (born just a moment before his twin brother Lazaros) should be given to another family and raised without anyone knowing him to be of Vlahakis blood.";}
#rhene.cpdesc4:before{content:"It took some time –nine years– before Rhene was able to conceive more children. She has always suspected that this was because of her guilt for abandoning one of her first. Her daughters Skylar and Ino bring Rhene much joy and purpose. She also feels a strong connection with her son Lazaros, for she knows that her husband pushes him too hard. A woman of few words but great feelings, Rhene is the softly spoken matriarch of the Vlahakis family. Dexios's words are law, but Rhene has the family's undying loyalty.";}
#ria.cpname:before{content:"Ria of Eliades";}
#ria.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Ria of Dynasteía Eliades, Birthed Daughter of Basilu Mithras of Dynasteía Kotas and Hemmi of Illytia, Courtier of Colchis, Hellas";}
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#ria.cpdesc1:before,#ria .cpdesc1:before{content:"As a cousin to the last king of Colchis, Ria was born to House Kotas. Such a bloodline fuels a confident and courageous woman but Ria’s temperament is far softer than her blossoming kin now on the throne. Still, Ria has set out to live a life defiantly her own and there now lies a matriarch beneath her softly spoken words who is not to be trifled with.";}
#ria.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a child, Ria would sit quietly, never causing a fuss, never pushing an issue. She poured more of her hours into old tomes and scrolls than she did into people, expanding her mind instead of her reputation. For many years, her parents assumed Ria to simply lack the backbone of a Kotas, marvelling at their good fortune to have such a delicate and virtuous daughter. One that would soon make a fine wife and strong political tie for the House. Ria’s marriage, however was not to be dictated by any but herself.";}
#ria.cpdesc3:before{content:"Unlike other young women who tended to drag their heels towards the altar, Ria made no great show of her refusals of engagements. She did not balk, she did not scream. She merely said “…no” in a voice as soft as birdsong and as flexible as granite. Over and again she said the word, until she was approaching a worrisome age. No-one could yet tell just what Ria of Kotas was looking for in a future match, especially given her general lack of social participation in her younger years.";}
#ria.cpdesc4:before{content:"In fact, Ria’s friendship with books and literature had told her exactly what to look for. She knew what love was. She had fallen in and out of it each time she picked up a fresh text or learned something new. She wanted a husband who could make her feel the same way she felt about knowledge. And she found that man in Harith. An older man, not even a member of the nobility, and an Athenian to boot, Harith was a poor choice of husband for a daughter of kings. But he was the only choice for Ria. And after pushing her age to it’s marital limits, there was little her father could say in refusal. Hadith would marry Ria and, at the birth of their first son, a new royal House was formed: Eliades.";}
#ria.cpdesc5:before{content:"Now, Ria is wife, mother and matriarch to the Eliades household. In her three children, and now her grandsons, she champions independent thought and infinite curiosity. Sheaths of parchment, clay tablets and rare books bound in hide lay scattered all around their home. Ria takes great pride in the fact that Eliades has not slipped into the dirty, clinging politics of other Houses. They confront the world with a clear head and an honourable heart, playing advisors and wise council to her birth family, the Kotas.";}
#risa.cpname:before{content:"Risa Unesdottir";}
#risa.cptitle:before{content:"Her Einvalds, Dróttning Risa Unesdottir of the Warsong Ostmaðr, Birthed Daughter of Unes Frodeson of the Ironwind Ostmaðr and Eiginkona Brida, Royal of Ostjorð";}
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#risa.cpdesc1:before,#risa .cpdesc1:before{content:"Whilst her sister grew up unruly under the influence of their absentee father, Risa grew up practical. Mature, considerate and responsible, Risa has put too much pressure on herself, even from a young age. Her steadfast nature saw her become a powerful shieldmaiden, her humility and beauty saw her become a desirable wife. The kónungrson Boran Orinson shared this desire. He courted the daughter of his father's greatest war hero and won Risa's hand with his romantic overtures. Two years later, Boran was killed on the southern plains of the continent by Roman soldiers.";}
#risa.cpdesc2:before{content:"Despite her grief (or perhaps because of it), when her sister became entangled in the consequences of her own poor decisions, Risa was the one to rise to the occasion... Taking Brigeth's son as her own, Risa has kept Rune's parentage hidden ever since, claiming him as the son of her late first husband. A year later, she was married to her late husband's brother Vragi, maintaining her rank as Dróttning of the sippe. As his brother died before the birth of his 'son', Vragi was quick to accept his apparent nephew as his own. He would later give Risa two more children, Tallak and Sunae.";}
#risa.cpdesc3:before{content:"Widowed for the second time eight years ago, Risa has since ruled the Warsong sippe. Her beautiful appearance, constantly seeing her mistaken for at least ten years younger than her true age, plus her gender, has seen numerous men attempt to claim the throne for themselves. Risa has seen them off with careful political games, her own strength as a shieldmaiden and the fierce loyalty of her sons. Though Rune should have taken the role of kónungr at his father's death, it is a testament to the love and devotion both sons feel for their mother that neither have insisted the mantle be passed down. They are content to lead the men of their sippe in honour of their matriarch.";}
#risa.cpdesc4:before{content:"In return, Risa has dedicated her life to her children and to her warriors, building a sippe that others once again respect. In particular, her dedication to the Gods and the fugara of the clan have seen Warsong rise to a position of great authority in spiritual matters and the craft of magic.";}
#rishona.cpname:before{content:"Rishona of Elhanan";}
#rishona.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Bamant Rishona of Elhanan, Courtier of Phoenicia";}
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#rishona.cpdesc1:before,#rishona .cpdesc1:before{content:"The second wife to Elhanan, Rishona learnt much from her counterpart Lilith before the woman's death. An exceptional beauty in her youth, Rishona was chosen by Elhanan for what he would claim to be logic but which she likes to believe was love and she has been a dutiful wife to him ever since, putting Lilith's lessons into practice as best she can; including loving the woman's sons as her own and attempting to bond with each in their own way. To her own daughter, Rishona is an open and understanding mother and the pair have a relationship based just as much on friendship as maternal love.";}
#rishona.cpdesc2:before,#rishona .cpdesc2:before{content:"As a little girl, Rishona saw the world. Her parents are travelling traders who knew little of what it meant to be different. In the caravan of merchants they travelled with, everyone was odd. Everyone was out of place. Rishona herself has some Babylonian and Assyrian blood in her heritage. Perhaps this is what made her so beautiful. As a girl, she would often stand afore her father's stalls and trade stands and welcome women in to buy silks and jewellery. Her exotic beauty was an attraction for trade.";}
#rishona.cpdesc3:before,#rishona .cpdesc3:before{content:"So, what better eye to catch than that of a trader? Elhanan of Ezra was a tall and impressive man. Handsome in his youth too. He would step into the market place and, as son of the Mahnheeg, he cut through the crowd with authority and honour. Used to a life in which you must draw attention your way, Rishona had never seen something so awe-inspiring. At first, Rishona was disheartened to discover that Elhanan was already married. But this turned out to be her key into the family. With a woman of honour, family and wealth already at his side, Elhanan did not need a second respectable wife. He could marry whom he wished. And he wished for Rishona. If asked, Elhanan will always say that he chose Rishona because she was a projector: someone who could draw others in, win over their affections and gain their loyalties. What better qualities could there be for a Bamant. But Rishona has always believed that, beneath his stoicism and lack of romance is a man whose heart beats with great passion. It is in the corner of his eye or the touch of his hand. Quiet but truly loving.";}
#rishona.cpdesc4:before,#rishona .cpdesc4:before{content:"Her predecessor Lilith did not believe this to be the case. Lilith was a calm and peaceful woman who welcomed a second wife into her family and helped teach the younger Rishona the ways of a wife and mother. But it became abundantly clear very quickly that Lilith did not enjoy her life. She was respectable and dutiful. But she was not happy. Trapped beside a man she adored but who did not seem able to love her back, Lilith was a despairing creature whose only light in life were her children. Eventually, even they could not give her enough reason to continue on. Rishona did all she could to aid Lilith, liking the woman greatly. But, after her death, Rishona has always wondered if there had been no helping the sad creature. That, maybe, she had lived in despair for so long that she did not want to be helped. She simply wanted to escape.";}
#rishona.cpdesc5:before,#rishona .cpdesc5:before{content:"Since Lilith's passing, Rishona has worked to keep the Haviv family strong and play mother to all three of her husband's children. Whilst she does not have a close bond with Cane, she is particularly close with Caleb and encourages him in his talent for music, despite his refusal to explore his passions too much. She is an understanding parent who wishes to see her daughter bloom into her own woman and is always kind, always supportive. She is occasionally the voice of reason when behaviours toe beyond social convention and could end up hurting her children but, otherwise, she is their open confidante and genuine friend.";}
#rivka.cpname:before{content:"Rivka of Dinorah";}
#rivka.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Rivka of Dinorah, Birthed Daughter of Rechavia of Ezra and Dinorah of Washti, Courtier of Phoenicia";}
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#rivka.cpdesc1:before,#rivka .cpdesc1:before{content:"Naive doesn't begin to scratch the very shallow surface of Rivka's personality. Closed-minded, centrally-focused and, in many ways, incredibly dumb, Rivka loves her pretty little world in which her father is doting king and she is his princess. Oblivious to her mothers frustrations and uncaring that both of her sisters are often considered more attractive than she, Rivka thinks little of the future and nothing of the past, living in the moment where the only considerations are whether she is hungry, sleepy or lacking entertainment. Rivka is shallow to a fault and has zero understanding of the world but that does not mean she doesn't have the potential for depth were she to grow outside the closeted pampering of her family.";}
#rivka.cpdesc2:before,#rivka .cpdesc2:before{content:"With two older, demanding sisters, Rivka was at risk of being ignored when she was young. And this was, unfortunately, the case for several years. Particularly when she first began to learn her letters and numbers and it was discovered that she was particularly dumb. Without the looks to attract a husband or the mind to be of use in any other capacity, Rivka became the wasted space in the second Haviv household. The open space around which everyone navigated. She did not get the love and attention she desired until she demanded it. Now she is just as prone to throwing a tantrum as her older sister Bathsheba, only hers involve more tears than yelling. Her father is always quick off the mark with a soothing word, sweet treat or extravagant gift. It's amazing how quickly Rivka's tears dry up after that.";}
#rivka.cpdesc3:before,#rivka .cpdesc3:before{content:"In truth, Rivka is not particularly academic, nor intelligent. But she has the potential to be more than she is. She has an interest in the stars, and she likes to lay out on the bayith's rooftop at night to witness them twinkling. She enjoys food and cooking. And she likes perfumes and fragrances. She has a fear of dogs and horses but likes small rodents and keeps a small, secret nest of mice in her room. Despite not being the world's finest mind, Rivka has the potential to be kind. If she could just step away from the family that requires her to utilise every selfish instinct she possesses just to feel seen.";}
#rohdita.cpname:before{content:"Rohdita al'Ramebu";}
#rohdita.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Rohdita of Bêl' Ramebu, Birthed Daughter of Lord Sawmeh of Bêl' Ramebu and Herenah of Kizzuwatna, Courtier of Assyria";}
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#rohdita.cpdesc1:before,#rohdita .cpdesc1:before{content:"Raised by protective parents and defensive brothers, Rohdita had every opportunity to become a naive and vulnerable woman of frail sensibilities. Instead, the honourable and hard-working example set by her siblings, encouraged her to become a young woman of substance. Rohdita (or " Deet ", as her brothers call her) is naturally intelligent and self-aware of her House and its standing in the world. She took lessons beside her brothers and worked hard to be seen as their equal. Whilst she is equally respected in the household, equity remains just a little out of reach as certain innate traits of Rohdita's character prevent her from stepping beyond her culture's boundaries of what it means to be feminine.";}
#rohdita.cpdesc2:before{content:"Naturally quiet and reserved, Rohdita is a thinker more than a speaker. She likes to learn the opinions of others before she voices her own thoughts and she has the uncanny ability to make those she converses with feel like the most important person in the world. This makes Rohdita a skilled people-person and people-pleaser. Over the years, she and her brother Ahorun have become welcome ambassadors for their family and unthreatening sounding boards for the people they help to rule. Their adoptive brother Ahlbazi is no less respected by their vassal provinces but keeps a more stoic, powerful field of authority about him. In Rohdita, such shields are down and she spends much of her days chatting and working alongside the seamstresses and oil-pressers in Nasibina.";}
#rohdita.cpdesc3:before{content:"In courtly circles, however, Rohdita's reputation is nowhere near as stellar. Upon being courted by a young, travelling sellsword with all the charm and grace of Ninurta himself, Rohdita made her first and only rebellious decision at the vulnerable age of eighteen. She allowed the man - a man she believed to be her future husband and lover for life - to take her to his bed. This choice was not an act of naivete as much as it was one of optimism. Alas, the man was a trickster, romantic only until he had what he wanted. He was gone by the next sunrise. Worse still, a visiting nobleman witnessed enough of Rohdita's presence in the tavern that night, and the following morning, to surmise what had happened. And it was not long before rumour was spoken enough to become fact in the upper circles of Syrian society. Rohdita was no longer a virgin. As with such things, gossips began to spiral away from the truth and, soon after, Rohdita was renowned as a loose woman, free in dispensing her affections to many men.";}
#rohdita.cpdesc4:before{content:"Whilst her brothers' anger and confrontation amidst the nobility have gone some ways to alleviating her public disgrace, little can be done of Rohdita's private heartbreak and the way others look at her from the corner of their eyes. Whilst the general public she spends most of her time with have no care or knowledge of the matter, upper class events are now torture for the daughter of the Ramebu clan and she does her best to remain quiet, in the furthest corner from notice. To make matters worse, over the last few years, Rohdita's broken heart has begun to mend and started to grow a deep and unabiding affection for Bagiyrah al'Ya'lira. A man who would never accept the hand of a woman who breaks with the traditions of his land and faith; a woman like her. On this front, however, a chance has appeared...";}
#rohdita.cpdesc5:before{content:"Discovering by accident that the Lord Bagiyrah is falling for a woman he cannot have, Rohdita has, over the course of some weeks, convinced herself to use her unfair reputation to her advantage. 'Bed me,' she has offered to Bagiyrah. 'Keep your eyes bound and you can imagine me to be your true love. And I shall imagine you as my own...' Of course, she has not revealed that her own love is Bagiyrah himself. Such an advance is impulsive and entirely out-of-character for sweet and retiring Rohdita. But after years unable to escape the lies and rumours tearing her down, a fit of rebellious justice has her determined to use those same whispers to her advantage. Bagiyrah might not see her as a potential for courtship or marriage but her reputation would not bar him from enjoying her company in his bed for a time... And perhaps, just perhaps, she could turn that proximity into intimacy. Perhaps she could convince him of the lies that soak the upper circles and bring him into a space of love. Of course, there's also the chance that being reduced to a substitute plaything by the man she loves will be less than the romantic fantasy Rohdita has constructed in her head.";}
#romulus.cpname:before{content:"Romulus Nobilis Netuno";}
#romulus.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Romulus Nobilis Netuno, Birthed Son of Lord Rollus Nobilis Netuno and Jupa of Parma, Courtier of Roma";}
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#romulus.cpdesc1:before,#romulus .cpdesc1:before{content:"Once passion incarnate and led by his heart, Romulus has spent the last twenty years learning to follow his head. Of course, most of his reform has only been on the execution of his desires, not the subduing of the hunger itself. Casting himself in the role of reformed womaniser, whilst tasting the delicious samples from around the world, Romulus is playing a very dangerous game. But then... he always did love to play.";}
#romulus.cpdesc2:before{content:"In his youth, Romulus was what one might call a long-term scoundrel. Unlike others who warrant the term, Romulus has never been a fan of single nights of passion or short-term flings. A near-enough addict to the sexual act, Romulus is a firm believer in practice makes perfect. Particularly when one's interests extend into... the sensually exotic. A woman will rarely accept leather and silks on day one. But investing in a lady's sensibilities and coaxing out her intrigue pays great dividends. In some ways, Romulus hung himself all the heavier with this mentality. A man known for bedding women in rapid succession is unlikely to disappoint when absent the next morning. But Romulus entangles himself with women long enough that their hearts start to cling. Desires bloom hotter, emotions become involved and, more often than not, unwelcome hints of commitment start to drift into the bedchamber. Romulus might be skilled at inserting himself, but extraction has never been his forte.";}
#romulus.cpdesc3:before{content:"After several affairs of Romulus's affairs were discovered to have overlapped and blew up in his face, outraged gossip clung to him like tar. Romulus's brother Rufus insisted that he, at twenty-four, needed a grander purpose in life than venturing beneath women's skirts. Since officially becoming an adult, Romulus had been studying the finer points of law and the judiciary. He had also worked alongside their father, managing the accounts for the donations to Netuno organisations. With this firm foundation of languages, law and trade, a natural path for Romulus was ambassadorial duties in other lands. Whilst his reputation put Romulus at risk of refusal from the Parliamentum, Rufus's word held great sway among the Imperia. Romulus was granted the position of Ambassador and sent to Hattusa. After three successful years in the Hittite Court, Romulus returned home. Twelve months later he was sent to Assyria and then K'm't. Though Romulus has made regular trips home over the last ten years, it is only now that his duties are permitting a longer stay in Roma.";}
#romulus.cpdesc4:before{content:"Difficult at first to garner the trust of foreigners, Romulus was always a charmer and has been very successful in his political career. So much so that respectable men and women, home in Roma, now sing his name to a different tune. The wayward, over-sexed son of Netuno has reformed, evolving into a mature representative of the Romani kingdoms. How little his peers truly know. As it turns out, life as an ambassador is everything Romulus could ever want. No woman, after all, can grow too attached to a man who spends more time travelling than he does standing still. But all of them love the wistful fantasy of a love torn asunder by distance. With a woman in every city and lavish, steam-filled missives flying across the continent, Romulus can now maintain his kinky addiction across the lands without his lovers, his family or his kinsmen ever suspecting a hoax. With a mature tongue in his head and a demure smile on his face, Romulus has successfully convinced those around him that his days of eroticism are behind him. Of course, now he must maintain that charade - if only for his brother's sake - amongst the people who know him best; the hardest challenge his acting has yet been put to.";}
#romulus.cpdesc5:before{content:"To complicate matters further, the beautiful Marina is being very intent upon his attentions. With her own plan to claim back her mother's royal legacy, Romulus is intrigued by the young woman's proposition. Would it be worth negotiating with Caesar to claim a wife with royal ties? Or would such a wife be more of a hindrance than a help? And worse yet, is he sure that Marina's intentions are purely business, given that Romulus was the one to take her virginity all those years ago, when she and her sister first came to the Netuno estate?";}
#roshanak.cpname:before{content:"Roshanak an'Balthasar";}
#roshanak.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Angra Roshanak of Balthasar Bêlu, Birthed Daughter of Lady Ekko of Ashina Bêlu and Tigaluth of Babylon, Courtier of Babylonia";}
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#roshanak.cpdesc1:before,#roshanak .cpdesc1:before{content:"Roshanak is a woman of great power. Not only was she born to the royal line but her mind and beauty were superior since her youngest days. Quick to learn her lessons, naturally elegant in her movements, and a stunning creature to behold, it was never in question that Roshanak would be a figure to contend with in life. Her marriage to Babakan added to this image; for now, to add to everything else, she was wealthy beyond measure.";}
#roshanak.cpdesc2:before{content:"It gives Roshanak great joy to see her two daughters walking a similar path, successful from the beginning and growing still more powerful as suitors flock to their thresholds. As for her son... Despite the unorthodox way in which he was conceived, Roshanak sees Karnezk as Babakan's son, without question. It was Babakan who orchestrated his conception, it was he who brought the idea to Roshanak. As eager for a son as Babakan, hopeful of seeing their newly established House flourish and determined to leave a legacy in their wake, Roshanak agreed to lie with her brother-in-law for the night. Karnezk was born nine months later. But he is Babakan's son. All of the family agree and the secret of his true paternity has never been revealed.";}
#roshanak.cpdesc3:before{content:"Beyond this secret in their history, Roshanak and Babakan's marriage has been a happy one. Built on mutual respect and wisdom, they each have a head for numbers and run the family business together. Whilst Babakan handles the straight financials, Roshanak is a skilled and subtle saleswoman amongst the Court of Babylonia. She is also an active participant in the temples of the land and is turned to for her wisdom and insight on complex political matters. Even by men. She is highly respected and treated with friendliness and awe in equal measure.";}
#roshanak.cpdesc4:before{content:"With the political upheaval over the throne, many look to Roshanak as an alternative to the foreign usurper Zarathusa. Whilst Zarathusa was born to a more direct line of the Babylonian regal line, she was born out of wedlock. Babylonian law still, technically, states that her claim to the throne is the strongest, but many would prefer this to be reassessed: that the next legitimate child of royal blood take the crown. And that would be Roshanak.";}
#rubiah.cpname:before{content:"Rubiah of Qalha";}
#rubiah.cptitle:before{content:"Rubiah of Qalha, Citizen of K’m’t";}
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#rubiah.cpdesc1:before,#rubiah .cpdesc1:before{content:"Cut from a very different cloth than her sister, Rubiah is neither caring nor compassionate. She does not have Ressiah's empathy, nor her genuine sweetness. She does not favour honesty and will lie wherever the opportunity affords. Her confidence is sky high, her instinct for survival her driving force. Rubiah will seek, and find, whatever she needs to improve her life and woe-betide anyone who gets in her way. The only relationship she treats with any kind of reverence is her sisterhood with Ressiah and even that falls by the wayside when it no longer affords Rubiah favour.";}
#rubiah.cpdesc2:before{content:"Truth be told, neither Ressiah nor Rubiah know if they are truly related. The woman who raised them both claimed to be their mother and explained their differing appearances by saying they were sired by different men. No-one knows if this is true or not. At a young age, Rubiah and Ressiah were close because survival dictated it as necessary. Whilst Ressiah learned the importance of charity and human kindness from their struggles, Rubiah learned the significance of looking out for oneself. She forged a strong relationship with Ressiah because it suited her to be taken from the poverty-stricken streets of Qalha to a fine manor in Cairo.";}
#rubiah.cpdesc3:before{content:"Since Ressiah's marriage to Sethtah, Rubiah has continued her nomadic, selfish lifestyle. Using Ressiah as a landing pad on which to return when money runs short or supplies run out, Rubiah has become an exotic wayward appearance at courtly events; a wild and exciting entertainer of stories and provocative dress. When in attendance in Cairo, she is the centre of courtly attention... until she disappears again. Everytime returning with wild and scandalous tales.";}
#rubiah.cpdesc4:before{content:"Now, however, Rubiah's wanderlust is easing. She sees the benefit in a stable home; a home of riches and luxury that she can call her own. She likes the idea of a family and connection. Not because she genuinely wants to connect with other human beings but because the idea of a doting husband and adoring children stroke her already oversized ego. And, given her lack of consideration for the feelings of others, why should Rubiah search high and low for such a man when there is one in easy reach, right in her sister's household? The handsome, respectable Sethtah, after all, would suit her needs very well… Of course, this hasn’t stopped Rubiah from forming other useful attachments in and around the Kemetic Court.";}
#rufus.cpname:before{content:"Rufus Nobilis Netuno";}
#rufus.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Imperia Rufus Nobilis Netuno, Birthed Heir of Lord Rollus Nobilis Netuno and Jupa of Parma, Senator of Roma";}
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#rufus.cpdesc1:before,#rufus .cpdesc1:before{content:"Whilst neither the wealthiest nor most authoritative families in the Romani kingdoms, the House of Netuno is arguably one of the most subtly powerful. Credit for such a claim sits squaring on the shoulders of its patriarch Rufus. Taking inspiration from his grandfather and father in turn, Rufus learned from a young age that knowledge is the greatest of all currencies. Longer-lasting than money and more influential than a sword, a fine education equips a man for the trials of the world better than any armour. To that end, Rufus has made it his life's work to champion libraries, support temple-funded learning and build academies of higher study. All the while, his own intelligence and cunning wisdom has built a shining platform in the Roma halls of power.";}
#rufus.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a child, Rufus was a shy little thing. Decidedly uncomfortable at social functions and uninterested in the political games played by his elders, Rufus turned to tomes, scrolls and books. He would lose himself for days listening to grand sermons at the temples or lectures in the halls. The only time he came out of his shell was to participate in open debates in philosophy and law. And even then, he tended to keep to the back, preferring to listen and absorb than cast opinions of his own. To everyone's greatest surprise, Rufus spent his seventeenth birthday enlisting in the Romani army for an eight year tour. He gave no explanation for this bizarre turn in his interests and has never expressed regret over the eight years in which he served. To Rufus, the military was as much an experience as any other. How can one debate the morals of life and death, the purpose of human existence, if they have never come face to face with their own mortality? It was this same philosophy that sent Rufus to sea for several summers and to tilling the fields for several seasons. The man is an absorber of experience and is at his most virile when staring at a new skill he has yet to understand.";}
#rufus.cpdesc3:before{content:"This 'desire for all' is what brought Rufus his greatest " passion for one ": Portia. Whilst serving as a Miless in his unit, Rufus took interest in a trinket carried around by a fellow soldier for luck. The piece was little more than a necklace of string, but the beads upon it were finely crafted glass. So fine, in fact, that trails of distinct colour wrapped romantically within the clear body of the bead. Rufus was intrigued. He had seen glass blowing before, of course, but nothing to this level of mastery. Determined to find out more, Rufus asked the soldier where he had purchased the charm. When next on leave, Rufus followed the clues to a master glass making in Venici. And to his beautiful daughter Portia.";}
#rufus.cpdesc4:before{content:"Portia was not only stunning to behold but had a masterful mind to match. Wild and wicked, with flashing eyes and a passionate spirit, she countered every comment Rufus was brave enough to venture, teasing and taunting him for his awkward hesitations. Whilst not one to blush, Rufus found himself heating beneath Portia's sharp stare. Despite this, he returned to the store over and again simply for the pleasure of her company. Eventually, Rufus was brave enough to offer Portia's father an arrangement. He would marry his daughter, as soon as possible, but their lives together as a couple would have to wait until his contract with the army was settled in three years time. The deal was eventually struck and Rufus and Portia spent their first night together as man and wife on the rivers of Venici. Their vows were not consummated until three years later when Rufus completed his military service and brought his not-so-new wife back to his home. To say his younger brother was surprised would be an understatement.";}
#rufus.cpdesc5:before{content:"Portia became pregnant almost immediately and it was not long before the pair had two children whom Rufus dearly loves. Unlike most Romani parents, Rufus very deliberately attempts to know his children. He finds their interests fascinating and allows them to speak more than he does. He enjoys listening to the way their youthful minds work and, despite his quiet and stoic appearance, his children greatly enjoy time in his presence. His marriage to Portia is also healthy and vibrant. He supports his wife with dutiful loyalty, allowing her to play the disciplinarian but never forcing her to take the stand alone. He encourages her social and courtly passions and is always a good listener during her times of stress. Even in her moments of lunacy which Rufus swallows with loving acceptance.";}
#rufus.cpdesc6:before{content:"Where Rufus might be considered too strict a parent or brother to Romulus is in his morality. Whilst experience and passion are everything to him, the rules of the Gods trump any whims of man. Should his loved ones ever wish to step beyond what the temples or the law dictate, Rufus would step in with a quiet, but heavy, hand. Which is why, though he cannot judge Romulus for taking interest in a woman of lower class given his own union, he keeps a very close and mostly disapproving eye on his brother's love life...";}
#rune.cpname:before{content:"Rune Vragison";}
#rune.cptitle:before{content:"His Einvalds, Kónungrson Rune Vragison of the Warsong Ostmaðr, Birthed Heir of Kónungrson Vragi Orinson of the Warsong Ostmaðr and Eiginkona Risa, Royal of Ostjorð";}
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#rune.cpdesc1:before,#rune .cpdesc1:before{content:"Rune was born Rune Boranson. He was, to his knowledge, born to a dead father and a newly widowed queen of the Warsong sippe. His uncle soon became his step-father and, at Risa's agreement, altered Rune's name to Rune Vragison, so that he was as much a part of his family as his future siblings. What Rune does not know is that neither his father or mother are his parents. Instead, Risa is his aunt and his true mother is now queen of the Bonemakers clan where she has married and produced another child. His father is unknown but possibly still alive.";}
#rune.cpdesc2:before{content:"What Rune would make of these confusing origins is unknown. Would he feel betrayal and loss over his mother's apparent abandonment? Would his love for his adoptive mother only grow, knowing that she raised him by choice not genetic obligation? How would he feel towards his supposed siblings? Such matters are not for him to contemplate as, for now, Rune remains ignorant of his past. Instead, he is simply the son of the leader of the Warsongs.";}
#rune.cpdesc3:before{content:"Whilst many first-born males step into roles of violence, war and power, Rune has a more speculative and thoughtful nature. His brother Tallak has taken on the ways of the warrior, whilst his interests lie in the divine. In the magic of the world. Rune has trained with the famed fugaras of the Warsong clan. He is a skilled apothecary and herbalist and has vivid lucid dreams which are believed to be visions and messages of the future. He is thought to be a prophet of sorts for the sippe and, therefore, is never held to the stereotypes of his gender. Instead, he is treated with awe and respect.";}
#rune.cpdesc4:before{content:"Given this diverting interest, Rune has never sought to unseat his mother from her role as queen. Technically, the seat of power in the Warsong is his to claim but Rune prefers to support his mother as a powerful fugara, his brother doing the same in the militia. Together, they are her most loyal advocates and will fight to defend her til their dying breaths.";}
#rune.cpdesc5:before{content:"Interested in taking both men and women to his bed, Rune has only recently become curious about marriage and started to consider the benefits of a long-term partner. The beautiful Signý Torgettir is to blame but rumour has it that she is soon to be married to the overly masculine Calder Steinarson. Just how willing is Rune to fight for such a woman, when his own skills lie beyond the sword and shield?";}
#sabina.cpname:before{content:"Sabina Nobilis Benedi";}
#sabina.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Sabina Nobilis Benedi, Birthed Daughter of Lord Pompeius Nobilis Benedi and Lady Valeria Nobilis Benedi, Courtier of Roma";}
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#sabina.cpdesc1:before,#sabina .cpdesc1:before{content:"Her eldest brother works to secure the Benedi finances, her oldest sister cares for the household and her father advances their name across the political sphere. Sabina, for her part, has no fucks to give on the matter. Left behind as the youngest and most ignored child in a pack of five, Sabina thinks of herself as a law unto herself; an independent island of opportunity over which she is the solitary ruler. She cares little for her kin, even less for her name, and turns her focus to living a life of hedonistic satisfaction.";}
#sabina.cpdesc2:before{content:"Originally sewn to the hip of her sister Prisca, it is little surprise that Sabina has grown up self-centred. As Prisca demanded the world revolve around her, Sabina was brought into that magnetic limelight. By the time Sabina was old enough to consider her own wants and desires, Prisca had made a name for herself as a frustrating interruption to most social gatherings and Sabina was eager to detach from her hipside mooring and sail her own path. With strong connections between the Benedis and Evanders, Sabina became fast friends with Luciliana and the pair have been inseparable ever since, casting mayhem and gossip in their wake. From practical jokes, to scandalous adventures, from petty thefts, to the stealing of unavailable men, Sabina and Luciliana are quick to accept a challenge, no matter the damage to their reputations.";}
#sabina.cpdesc3:before{content:"In most of these outrageous schemes, Luciliana is the inspiration, Sabina the mastermind. Her tactical brain builds plans and schemes from Luciliana's craziest ideas. Together they take equal responsibility and shoulder equal blame. Neither has thus far been swayed from their path of ruin by the advice of worried siblings or disapproving parents. But, should anything pit these friends against one another in the future, one should fear for the very foundations of Roma...";}
#safara.cpname:before{content:"Safara of the Mekaki";}
#safara.cptitle:before{content:"Her Blessedness, Leierin Safara of the Mekaki Gesin, Royal of Bedoa’mt";}
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#safara.cpdesc1:before,#safara .cpdesc1:before{content:"A clever, well spoken and defiant woman, Safara would have made any tribe a valiant leier were she born male. Instead, she was chosen from a young age to be the wife of Mejdan - the second son of the Mekaki sovereign. Outspoken in her thoughts and brave in her decisions, Safara was a force of nature in her youth; a rueful tempest to be feared. Now, maturity has shaped her stormy tendencies into fine and focused thunder. With wisdom to mould her passion, Safara is highly regarded amongst her people and a devoted wife to her powerful husband. Her love for Mejdan has Safara openly supporting his recent decision to take a second wife but she nurses her broken heart in private.";}
#safara.cpdesc2:before{content:"Bedoan wives are expected to honour and obey. But a lifeless spouse is of little use to any man. Least of all a prince. So, when Safara displayed a bold and courageous spirit from a young age, her potential as a Mekaki royal was apparent. The eldest daughter of the Mekaki’s finest warrior, Safara’s bloodline claimed lineage and glory. When she was chosen as Mejdan’s future wife, that prestige expanded tenfold. She was given the finest education, tutored in the rituals and traditions of Bedoan leaders and taught how to control her wilful inner fire.";}
#safara.cpdesc3:before{content:"Safara welcomed her lessons not with resentment for their limitations but with the determination of steel seeking to become blade. Fully aware that she was too spirited for the position she would one day claim, Safara sought to better herself with clarity and consideration. Particularly after the death of Mejdan’s older brother and his ascendance to crown prince. Now, Safara speaks multiple languages and is the approachable authority of the Mekaki. Whilst Mejdan holds ultimate power, it is to Safara that their people appeal. For she is the face that others trust and the gaze they can meet. In many ways, Safara’s confidence makes her an intimidating woman, but her love for her people is well known. It is a widely acknowledged truth that the Mekaki queen would be more displeased by a hidden problem escalating than by an issue honestly brought to her attention sooner.";}
#safara.cpdesc4:before{content:"To her people, Safara is fair and wise. With her family, she is less objective. To Mejdan, Safara is devoted. Fully aware that her husband holds her in high regard, but not within his heart, Safara keeps her deep love for the man secret. To her children she is doting - occasionally to their detriment - and to her daughter-in-law, Safara is a punishing force of disapproval. Her husband’s new wife is an even greater source of frustration for Safara. Firstly, because her presence is a thorny reminder of what Safara can no longer provide and secondly, because Milandu’s quiet, cowardly disposition makes conflict unsatisfyingly one-sided. For now, Safara must endure and work towards ensuring the women in her household are worthy of their spouses, all whilst wondering when her youngest child will ever truly grow up.";}
#safiya.cpname:before{content:"Safiya H'Haikaddad";}
#safiya.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Safiya of Hei Haikaddad, Birthed Daughter of Lord Narutt of Hei Haikaddad and Leierseunin Na’meeah of the Somalu, Courtier of K’m’t";}
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#safiya.cpdesc1:before,#safiya .cpdesc1:before{content:"Bold and opinionated, Safiya charged into the world, beating her sister to the punch by little more than an hour and hasn’t seemed to ever look back since. She is intelligent, book-smart and has ideas of great livelihoods and mighty positions of power that will forever be beyond her. With a heart buried in the old world; in the tales of epic loves and romances, Safiya easily falls in and out of love. Her fickleness extends not from a lack of depth in her feelings but from such things being too deep. Nervous when emotions become too strong and easily heartbroken, Safiya (subconsciously or not) keeps her deeper emotions locked away as her romantic spirit seeks constant investment. To add tragedy to her desired epic love, Safiya's most recent - and apparently deepest - attachment has begun to be formed with a man her mother would never permit her to have... her own uncle, Narmer.";}
#safiya.cpdesc2:before{content:"Whilst a union with the head of her Hei would not be out of the question by K'm't law, nor raise eyebrows particularly high, the Haikaddad Hei is in desperate need of strong, financial allies. And with only herself and her sister ready to be sold off for profitable trade agreements, Safiya's attachment to someone in her own household is neither useful nor appropriate. To that end, she keeps her cherished infatuation very private.";}
#safiya.cpdesc3:before{content:"In the place of a love she can never have, Safiya turns her attention to friendships and social dynamics. A lover of gossip and a flirty social butterfly, Safiya is widely acknowledged by those her own age and is a regular attendee of the finest parties. She also has a long standing rivalry with the low-bred upstart Rubiah, who seems to think a tepid connection to a Sirdar's wife grants her prestige amidst the ladies of Court. Torn between emulating the mature behaviour of her girl-crush Berenike H'Isazari and engaging in catty, childish bickering with Rubiah, Safiya has much to keep her busy.";}
#safiya.cpdesc4:before{content:"At home, Safiya is an avid learner of languages and folklore but her poor self-discipline does not woo her towards skills requiring practice like music or artistry. Despite the extreme differences in their temperament, Safiya is incredibly close to and protective of her sister Sameera and is an older, bolshy sister to little Kissan who she flat out refuses to allow to go to war. Not that she has any actual say in the matter, of course.";}
#sameera.cpname:before{content:"Sameera H'Haikaddad";}
#sameera.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Sameera of Hei Haikaddad, Birthed Daughter of Lord Narutt of Hei Haikaddad and Leierseunin Na’meeah of the Somalu, Courtier of K’m’t";}
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#sameera.cpdesc1:before,#sameera .cpdesc1:before{content:"Younger than her sister by no more than an hour, Sameera feels as if she has played a supporting role to Safiya for the majority of her life. There are very few similarities between the two - besides their appearance - but one commonality is the sisters' love for stories. Whilst Safiya proactively seeks to create her own or contribute to the gossip of others, Sameera's quieter nature has her searching for imaginative tales from bards or written on papyrus. A creator of stories and poetry herself, Sameera's fingers are often covered in ink.";}
#sameera.cpdesc2:before{content:"Quieter and more patient than her sister, Sameera has a kind heart even if she is softly spoken around others. This leads to two major kinds of interaction with the young lady of the Haikaddad household: either she developed strong and unwaveringly kind friendships with those who love and respect her. Or others use her sensitivities and generous heart to their own advantage, relegating her to the status of doormat. Unlike with her bold and opinionated sister, no-one ever seems to have an outward criticism to make to Sameera's face.";}
#sameera.cpdesc3:before{content:"Despite her timidity, Sameera often attends noble functions, enjoying her place on the periphery, people-watching the more confident socialisers. From this position, she has long been able to indulge her puppy-love crush on the handsome Osorsen H'Moghadam. Caught in a moment in which she was worshipping the lines of his body with her eyes, Sameera fell into a trap laid by Rubiah of Qalha. Blackmailed by shame, Sameera has, in recent months, been forced to accompany Rubiah on walks around Cairo and Thebes, presenting the image of friendship to her courtly circles. A pairing that has caused no shortage of comment, particularly from Safiya.";}
#sameera.cpdesc4:before{content:"Well aware that Rubiah must have some alternative, selfish ploy behind her manipulations, Sameera has attempted to keep herself frigid to the woman's witty comments and adventurous spirit. And yet... as time goes on, Sameera finds herself drawn to the raw fun Rubiah lives by. Her humour, her beauty and her vivacious determination to put herself first are exotic and appealing to the ever selfless Sameera and she finds herself wondering if real love is less to do with muscles and a handsome face, and more more about whom you enjoy spending time with...";}
#sanasa.cpname:before{content:"Sanasa of Antonis";}
#sanasa.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Varóni Sanasa of Dynasteía Antonis, Birthed Daughter of Lord Alehandros of Dynasteía Antonis and Lady Sotiria of Dynasteía Antonis, Senator of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#sanasa.cpdesc1:before,#sanasa .cpdesc1:before{content:"As many eldest children are, Sanasa is a confident and headstrong young woman. As a child, she was boisterous and full of adventure, creating stories and quests upon which the Antonis girls would set sail. She was the first to master riding, knows how to handle a bow and arrow and can manage a dagger. She is an adequate student and can speak both Greek and Latin. Too wild to apply the dedication necessary to truly master a craft, Sanasa is a quintessential 'jack of all trades, master of none' and enjoys a life of numerous vibrant and diverse –if mediocre– skills. In this, her father is very encouraging, proud of her ability to tackle new challenges at every turn. To her sisters, Sanasa is a dominant but exciting shadow, perceived with equal intimidation, love and awe.";}
#sanasa.cpdesc2:before{content:"Born to a family of four girls with a mother intent on her future marriage, Sanasa's life for the last few years has felt out of her control and permanently fixated upon the search for a husband. To reclaim her future for herself, Sanasa has become determined to find the very finest of men; a husband that cannot be surpassed by those of her younger sisters. She is defiant: her husband will be fine of face, sit his horse well, have a witty intelligence, be well-read, rich, charming, noble and courageous. To find such a man, Sanasa weaponises her spiky personality and obstinate confidence to test the patience of each suitor her mother arranges for her to meet. So far, none have found such a lack of lady-like demurity appealing.";}
#sanasa.cpdesc3:before{content:"As the years pass, Sotiria is becoming embarrassed and exasperated by her daughter's childish behaviour in the matter and even her doting father –though supportive of her reasons– is becoming doubtful of the effectiveness of her methods. Growing up in a loving and secure home, away from the idea of compromise, Sanasa is still immature in many ways, and has yet to see that her chasing away of young men is perhaps doing her future more harm than good. In an effort to make Sanasa's accompanying dowry more appealing and perhaps teach his daughter the virtue of mature responsibility, Alehandros has recently appointed Sanasa as Baroness of Attia.";}
#sara.cpname:before{content:"Sara of Vasiliádon";}
#sara.cptitle:before{content:"Sara of Vasiliádon, Citizen of Taengea, Hellas";}
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#sara.cpdesc1:before,#sara .cpdesc1:before{content:"Sara is everything that her sister Tasia pretends to be. Softly-spoken, sweetly-timid and genuinely compassionate towards others, Sara is a complete disappointment to her mother and has been taught to be ashamed of her natural kindness. To her father, Sara is a gentle flower to be protected from the world but, although this is sometimes a sweet show of love, Sara also fears it to be evidence that Irakles sees her more as his possession than his daughter.";}
#sara.cpdesc2:before{content:"Growing up in the official Mikaelidas estate, Sara has been raised with all the luxury of a princess but without the title. She is more than aware that she is illegitimate and works hard to impress those around her, as if she must earn the legacy she was born to. Not naturally talented in academia or music, Sara studies carefully and spends much of her time at the Taengean scholeío lost in lessons of philosophy; a world that feels freeing after the shallow machinations of the political sphere.";}
#sara.cpdesc3:before{content:"Back home, things are more confined and Sara tries to keep herself as small and unnoticed as possible. She has a few close friends among the lower nobility in Court but is otherwise very private. She longs to be a source of pride for her mother but fears it will never happen. She wishes to grow pragmatic and useful enough for her father to see her as more than just an object. And she loves and cherishes her sister even as she bemoans Tasia's cruel selfishness and manipulation of others. The only family that Sara can actually connect with are Achilleas and Emilios who both act as uncle figures in Sara's life. In an odd turn of events, should Sara ever meet their mother Myrto, she would likely get on with the woman as Sara is already friends with her granddaughter Alexa of Dimitrou.";}
#sara.cpdesc4:before{content:"The great tragedy of Sara's life is that she seeks to appease others and has no recognition of her own strength of character or how mighty compassion and genuine empathy –which she has in spades– can be.";}
#sawmeh.cpname:before{content:"Sawmeh al'Ramebu";}
#sawmeh.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Angal Sawmeh of Bêl' Ramebu, Birthed Son of Pakarra of Haran and Lady Ashurina of of Bêl' Kushiq, Councilman of Assyria";}
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#sawmeh.cpdesc1:before,#sawmeh .cpdesc1:before{content:"The second-born son of the Ramebu line, Sawmeh was never supposed to be its leader. Despite growing up in the tranquil province of Nasibina, his family’s wealth afforded Sawmeh the highest education. It was with tomes and scrolls that he fell in love. Particularly those related to design, construction and architecture. With his elder brother already in possession of a male heir, Sawmeh was encouraged by his parents to follow his passions. Seeking greater and greater knowledge, new techniques and fresh ideas, Sawmeh journeyed to Hattusa and, for a time, to the scholeio in Taengea to feed his thirst for learning. In his absence, disaster struck.";}
#sawmeh.cpdesc2:before{content:"The Ramebu House was charged with embezzlement of tax funds - of cheating the king and the empire of their dues. If proven guilty the entire family line would be executed. Sawmeh returned immediately to Assyria, discovering his brother gone, his infant nephew abandoned and his House’s reputation slashed to ribbons. His father never recovered and died of shame half a year later. Only Sawmeh’s absence had saved him from joining his brother in disgrace. A long-time friend of the king, Sawmeh was able to negotiate a stay of punishment. He was given three years to return the money his brother Abdul had escaped with and, though the challenge was designed to be impossible - simply a merciful gesture on the part of the crown - Sawmeh rose to it.";}
#sawmeh.cpdesc3:before{content:"By adopting a bold strategy of pure honesty with the residents of his provinces, begging their forgiveness for his brother’s crimes and pledging his devotion to their rectification, Sawmeh turned huge numbers of his workers into allies as devoted as he to seeing the new Head of Ramebu succeed. Sawmeh balanced raising his nephew with restoring his family’s honour. All whilst falling in love with a village girl. Three years passed, the debt was paid and Sawmeh, now the father of an infant son of his own, had a family of four. To cap off his achievements, his ability to turn around the fortunes of his family name have actually seen it grow in honour and acclaim. The shame of the disaster was placed squarely on the shoulders of the exiled brother and the House of Ramebu has continued to hold respect and standing in the Assyrian Court. Particularly Sawmeh.";}
#sawmeh.cpdesc4:before{content:"As the leader of his House, Sawmeh works hard to bestow his children with the honesty, integrity and devotion to hard work to which he credits their House’s saving. He abhors short cuts or deceit. He shuns laziness and quick fixes. He treats Ahlbazi as his own son and has raised him and Ahorun as brothers. He dotes upon his beautiful daughter more than he should and allows her, beyond anyone else, to get away with just about anything. He tries, and mostly fails, to lure Ahlbazi away from hatred and vengeance towards his father. And he mourns the wife he loved so devotedly and lost too soon. He works with prominent figures in his provincial lands, to build better homes, roads and mining structures. All in all, Sawmeh considers the Ramebu household a perfectly normal one. With successes and failures, strengths and weaknesses. And it is all the more precious for it..?";}
#selene.cpname:before{content:"Selene of Leventi";}
#selene.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Selene of Dynasteía Leventi, Birthed Daughter of Lord Georgios of Dynasteía Leventi and Lady Evelli of Dynasteía Leventi, Courtier of Taengea, Hellas";}
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#selene.cpdesc1:before,#selene .cpdesc1:before{content:"To look at her, one might be tempted to believe that Selene of Leventi's life is a charmed one. Openly regarded as one of the most beautiful women in Taengea, if not all of Hellas, Selene is the eldest of her generation in a family richer than all others in the Grecian waters. To add to such appeal, she is highly educated, wondrously charming and skilled in every form of social etiquette. She speaks several languages, is an accomplished horse rider and has spent many years mastering the art of the harp. For all intents and purposes, Selene is a princess of perfection, awaiting the most suitable mate for her marriage.";}
#selene.cpdesc2:before{content:"Defining Selene as little more than a precious object or beautiful painting, however, would be a mistake. Charm is not effortless. Conversation is not innate. Fully aware of her need to marry affluently, both for herself and the connections such a union would afford her younger sisters, Selene has studied hard to become so 'effortlessly' graceful in and out of society. In many ways, Selene feels the pressure to meet the expectations of her family name, as well as the title of " blessed " that so many attest to her. For how can a woman, said to be blessed with beauty by the Goddess of Love herself, reveal human folly?";}
#selene.cpdesc3:before{content:"To her sisters, Selene walks the fine line of eldest born, carving a path through the noble circles in which her siblings might follow, and second mother, to whom her sisters turn when childish drama produces the need for soothed feelings. Naturally empathetic and genuinely kind, Selene plays both parts well and with genuine connection. And yet, when all is said and done and the doors to her private chambers are closed, Selene peers into a looking glass and wonders just who she might be beneath all the structuring, lessons and articulation. And who might she become if she continues to age beyond her third decade without a suitable match confirmed...?";}
#selene.cpdesc4:before{content:"Despite all her charms and reputation, Selene has yet to secure a marriage prospect. This is not for lack of interested parties. In this particular case, a grand reputation has begun to serve Selene ill. Most men think her beyond their chances, and the slim number remaining are heavily vetoed by her uncle. The longer Selene is held upon her pedestal, the fewer and further between her chances may come. But when will it become necessary to settle for a suitable hand and how long can she continue to shine above all other eligible women?";}
#selima.cpname:before{content:"Selima of Simeon";}
#selima.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Bamant Selima of Simeon, Birthed Daughter of Gerrik of Jon and Senna of Helen, Courtier of Phoenicia";}
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#selima.cpdesc1:before,#selima .cpdesc1:before{content:"Selima is a woman of great conviction and inner power but who speaks very little. Her inner strength allows her to be married to a man like Simeon of Nissim and still retain her own spirit, for a weaker woman would see her esteem ground to dust beneath his fearsome faith. And yet, her quiet disposition and trust in the gender norms of her culture are Selima silently bowing her head in favour of her husband's demands.";}
#selima.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a child, Selima was more vibrant. Talkative and inquisitive, Selima loved to read philosophy and scripture, then openly enthuse in discussions upon the subjects. She was devout but curious, eager to understand the why’s and how’s of her faith. Her queries were born of love, not doubt, for the religion of her family and people and she trusted in the teachings. This trust led Selima into a life of marriage and children, as is proper for her sex and she had few regrets on her life’s trajectory. She is abundantly proud of her son and in awe of her daughter’s unorthodox courage. In them, she has bred her staunchest protector and closest friend. And whilst Selima might not like Katriel on a personal level, she works hard to keep the peace within her family and build a happy life for her beloved granddaughter.";}
#selima.cpdesc3:before{content:"Selima’s relationship with her husband is more nuanced. On the one hand, she idolises Simeon. He is a handsome, wise and strong male of power and she is proud to stand at his side. His execution of the faith they both share is unshakeable. His mind is sharp and exceptional. His stubborn bravery and commitment to the path of righteousness is awe-inspiring. And yet, Selima is not blind to Simeon’s faults. The man is unbending, narrow in his focus and, at times, cruel. His devotion to controlling the rights and wrongs of his people leads to rage when rules are broken. And rage leads to violence. Whilst Simeon never apologises, nor shows contrition, for the times he raises his hand to Selima, Selima finds the excuses for him. She rationalises his abuse as a symptom of his greater assets; a lesser evil to be swallowed so that Simeon may lead the people of Jerusalem with a powerful hand and unyielding justice.";}
#selima.cpdesc4:before{content:"For her own part, Selima takes control of the area deemed fit for her sex - that of her domestic home - and runs it with all the efficiency and perfectionist attitude that her husband runs in his city. Unfortunately, a mysterious health ailment that renders Selima fatigued and dizzy has weakened her mastery of the residence tasks in recent months. Servant errors are becoming more common and the Meier household’s state of perfection is slipping more regularly. And said imperfection only increases the frequency of Simeon’s violent rebuke.";}
#semele.cpname:before{content:"Semele of Elimea";}
#semele.cptitle:before{content:"Her Divine Grace, Sister Semele of Elimea, Lereía of the Cypress Sisterhood, Priestess of Colchis, Hellas";}
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#semele.cpdesc1:before,#semele .cpdesc1:before{content:"Semele was born to a family of no fortune and no future. It was, however, the only family and life Semele had known, and she grew up happy. Her appearance was uncommon for her birth; decidedly pretty with waiflike features and a graceful carriage. Even with her low-born standing and hand-me-down clothing, Semele was gazed upon by many with adoration or desire. One day, when she was seventeen, that desire proved too strong for a family friend who had gained Semele’s trust and initiated her into the world of love-making. Whilst the night had not been excessively violent, it had been an experience that Semele had tried to back out of when discomfort and fear had taken hold of her teenaged heart. The man had not consented to let her return to her rooms, finishing the act in the stables out behind her home. Her experience –horrific betrayal that it was– had a harsh and devastating effect on Semele’s heart due to the breaking of trust by someone that had been close with her and her family. Somehow, the fact that this had been no stranger, no drunken encounter, and no simple crime of passion, but a calculated taking of the advantage presented by her youth and inexperience, made the action so much worse.";}
#semele.cpdesc2:before{content:"Still further heartbreak was thrust upon Semele, as the encounter with the man ended up leaving the young girl pregnant. As the father of her child was both many years older, married, and had made it perfectly clear that his desire for her was both only physical and fleeting –not to mention the dark look in his eye that sent jolts of fear through her person– Semele feared for her life at this new development. A pregnant rape victim was not the kind of addition any man wanted in his life. And, when her parents refused to believe her tale of tragedy, Semele was heartbroken all over again.";}
#semele.cpdesc3:before{content:"Convinced that the world had turned its back on her and desperate to find somewhere she could land and mend the pieces of her soul back together, it was to the Sisterhood that Semele went. There, she arranged a change of name (for Semele is not her birth name), allowed her parents and any who had previously known her to believe she had run away or died and turned to the Order for help. The sisters of the priestesshood arranged for Semele’s baby to be adopted by a family on the other side of Colchis where it could not be traced back to her and she herself became an initiate of the Order. Both the loss of her family’s trust and that of her child weigh heavily on Semele’s heart, several years later, as she works to live her life as a newly initiated member of the Sisterhood. Unable to be near the birthings of temple visitors, Semele works as a lereía, focusing on the rituals and traditions of the temple itself.";}
#sera.cpname:before{content:"Sera of Marikas";}
#sera.cptitle:before{content:"Her Highness, Basilem Sera of Dynasteía Marikas, Birthed Daughter of Omiros of Arcana and Basilem Nefeli of Dynasteía Marikas, Royal of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#sera.cpdesc1:before,#sera .cpdesc1:before{content:"In her youth, Sera of Marikas was a vibrant and engaging woman. The eldest of three children, she was confident, forward thinking and overtly independent for a female. Fully aware of her power, as sister to the future king, Sera used her rank to its fullest advantage, determined to live the life she envisioned for herself, not what others planned for her. When it was decided that she should marry, for example, her choice was for love over ambition. Alexis of Antonis was the perfect Athenian soldier. Born to a bloodline as strong as any other in the land, courageous at the forefront of his soldiers and a handsome man to boot, Sera was instantly under his spell. Just as he was under hers. As the eldest son of the Antonis line, there was no real reason for the marriage to be objectionable and Sera was married quickly thereafter. Alehandros was her first and only child by Alexis. A child he had barely the chance to see before his death. At the time, conflict with the Roman forces on the western Athenian border drew a large number of courtiers –specifically from the Antonis House. Many of them did not come home. Alexis was among them.";}
#sera.cpdesc2:before{content:"Shattered by the death of a man she had loved with all her heart and only recently recovered from the birth of her child, Sera fell into a delayed postpartum depression. The child was raised predominantly by nursemaids and caretakers for a while, as Sera returned to her family in the royal palace. Lacides of Antonis, however, stepped in a few months later. Alehandros was, after all, his nephew and an Antonis. He would be raised as an Antonis. Unable to face the child who reminded her of her love, or her own guilt for being unable to look upon his face, Sera allowed Alehandros to be taken to Attia, where he was raised under the Antonis banner. For her part, she believed it to be the best future for her child. And as the years passed by, fear and guilt cooled into an awkward routine. She wrote the occasional letters to Alehandros and expected him to visit whenever he was brought to the capital... But, in truth, behaved more as an affectionate, distant aunt than she did a mother.";}
#sera.cpdesc3:before{content:"By this time, the spark that had once made Princess Sera a delight and joy had severely dimmed. She was an elegant, witty and otherwise perfectly courtly ghost, moving through her life without real ambition and with the growing belief that she herself was worth very little. That her looks would soon fade and then even the pretty shell would be lost alongside its contents. Enter Pavlos of Marikas. Significantly younger than her, incredibly handsome and a hero of his militia, Pavlos was not only charismatic and charming but just self-deprecating and sweet enough for Sera to feel the stirrings of love once more. It is hard to say what spurred their romance more: Pavlos' calculated courtship or Sera's desperation for it to be real: to hold on to the first inkling of desire she had possessed in years. Regardless, the result was the same: marriage.";}
#sera.cpdesc4:before{content:"Three daughters later and Sera's husband is losing his glossy exterior. His harsh ambition, his refusal to accept anything less than perfection and his propensity to anger and cruel words inside the home, is emerging. Sera's false world –her bubble of contentment that she thought to be so very real– is starting to crumble. Now, the former princess has two options. Allow the world to once more send her into her shell, or to fight back. It is clear that Pavlos is expecting the former. But with three children to care for now, not one, and with the motherless Alehandros a haunting reminder of her own failings, Sera is beginning to remember the power and influence she once exerted and might wield again. She is a Xanthos. She is a Marikas. And if she can repair her connections with the house of Antonis, she holds influence there too. She is one of the oldest and most respected women in the Court. She is the king's sister. Why should she cower before the man who claimed her hand? She is, after all, the daughter of kings, and a heart of kings might be starting to beat in her chest once more...";}
#sethtah.cpname:before{content:"Sethtah H'Abaddi";}
#sethtah.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Sirdar Sethtah of Hei Abaddi, Councilman of K’m’t";}
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#sethtah.cpdesc1:before,#sethtah .cpdesc1:before{content:"Rising from common soldier to Sirdar of K'm't should have born in Sethtah an arrogance or ego. Instead, his humble beginnings taught Sethtah from a young age that anything good in life can disappear in the blink of an eye; that looking back on one's achievements is a blind distraction. One should look only ever forward, to the next secure hold, for fear that you'll otherwise fall.";}
#sethtah.cpdesc2:before{content:"Growing up poor along K'm't's western border, humility was the cruellest and most prominent lesson in Sethtah's life. By the age of three, he knew what it meant to be hungry. By the age of five, he knew what it meant to be hungry because you were busy feeding others. As the elder brother of two sisters, Sethtah learned selflessness from his parents who worked desperately to see their children fed. After three poor harvests, this devotion claimed their lives completely and Sethtah was in charge of his siblings. He joined the military for the scrap of coin they offered as salary and worked to support his sisters however he could. As he soldiered on the battlefield, desperate to stay alive long enough to send money home, Osiria slaved in their homestead to make every scrap of bronze stretch. Finances eased a little more with every promotion Sethtah achieved until he was eventually awarded the post of General. His family, who had lost loved ones because they could not afford something as simple as food, were now nobility.";}
#sethtah.cpdesc3:before{content:"His title was not the only boon Sethtah brought home from his military campaigns. Whilst still a Captain, Sethtah also brought home a wife. A woman of no breeding or fortune, but great beauty, Ressiah was a serving girl in a tavern when Sethtah first met her in Qalha. Falling madly in love, he promised the girl that he would return after his military expeditions to the south. She did not believe his vow until he returned two years later to fulfil it. Ressiah and he were married and he returned home with a woman to love and her sister in tow.";}
#sethtah.cpdesc4:before{content:"By far the poorest and most modest Hei of K'm't, the Abaddi household is kept small and easily funded so that its members can live a comfortable life. This way of life is managed jointly by Osiria and Ressiah, who took several months to find an even balance of feminine authority in the household. Sethtah adores this peaceful and modest lifestyle, barely complaining when Ressiah's sister causes drama. Instead, he looks to the future, focusing on securing his sisters' lives. To that end, a chance trading encounter with the Azari family of Phoenicia has prompted talks of marriage between his youngest sister Fumisa and Isaac of Gurion.";}
#shahen.cpname:before{content:"Shahen al'Tyareh";}
#shahen.cptitle:before{content:"His Excellency, Lugal Shahen of Bêl' Tyareh, Birthed Heir of Tartēnu Nesharra of Bêl' Tyareh and Eshekko of Waššukanni, Courtier of Assyria";}
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#shahen.cpdesc1:before,#shahen .cpdesc1:before{content:"Shahen does not remember a time when he was not in love. His earliest memories are filled with Layah, the daughter of a civil servant in the Mitanni Council of Advisors. Born to a family wealthy enough to associate with the royals, Layah and her brother Eshai were encouraged to become Shahen's friends and confidantes. The three were soon inseparable, with Shahen's little brother Sukru tailing behind as a fourth. Eshai was Shahen's best friend. And Layah soon became the love of his life. Talks of betrothals were made and formal arrangements settled. Shahen and Layah were due to marry to the joy of one and all. But the fates had other plans.";}
#shahen.cpdesc2:before{content:"When Layah's father fell ill on a diplomatic mission to Phoenicia, the wedding was postponed until his return. By the time one father was well enough to travel, the other was dead. The king had fallen in battle to the Assyrians and Shahen was now king of Mitanni. With coronations taking precedence over weddings, Shahen and Layah were forced to wait yet again. Further still by the war with Assyria. As conflict continued and Shahen's new duties as monarch took him to the front lines, the pair remained unattached but well-publicised as a couple. Whilst Shahen's tactical skill and military prowess won him the first Mitanni victory in many years, his absence from the capital left his family and loved ones exposed. Particularly the future queen. Whilst Shahen served in the Assyrian-Mitanni borderlands, Layah was attacked in an assault and botched assassination. Left with a scar on her face and her virginity taken - the most precious commodities a woman has - Layah went into seclusion. The Council deemed her unsuitable for the king's hand, broke all agreements and set the wheels in motion for a new engagement with another. An insult that would not be borne by Eshai. Shahen returned home to his best friend, attacking him with a raised knife. Whilst Eshai believed his sister's bleak future the fault of Shahen, the king had known nothing of his Council's ministrations. Forced to defend himself against a man he considered a brother, it nearly killed Shahen to order Eshai arrested for treason. But he rallied and refused the death sentence.";}
#shahen.cpdesc3:before{content:"With the Babylonians now clamouring at the Mitanni's doorsteps with fire and weapons, Shahen could not stay to truly settle the matter, nor long enough to find Layah. He set his sights on his new enemy, with new pressure to return victorious as soon as possible. This distraction cost him the war and, after two arduous years of conflict, Shahen was taken as a prisoner of war by the Babylonians. For the last six years, Shahen has heard little of his homeland, barely a handful of messages across the months. One such message read that Layah was now dead. No explanation was given.";}
#shahen.cpdesc4:before{content:"Now, Shahen returns home in an exchange of war prisoners between the two lands. He returns to find his kingdom no longer independent but a pawn of the very realm his father died fighting to destroy. His Council of Advisors has been disbanded, his armies dismantled. His best friend is still imprisoned and his love lost forever.";}
#shahen.cpdesc5:before{content:"Bitter, hardened and heartbroken, Shahen has fought for his survival for six years. No finery, no luxury, no advantage. No longer the regal king of his lands, he is a hardened warrior of grime and dust. A skilled fighter and gifted charioteer, Shahen once led Mitanni’s most glorious fighting force of chariots. Now, he relies on his own two feet. His closest friends are the prisoners he has served with. His most trusted amongst them is Qanaya, a female, mixed race warrior from beyond Babylonia's borders. A woman who has found her home in service to Shahen. Whilst Qanaya respects Shahen's bloodline and graces his bed when human need rises in either of them, these two are not a couple. But they are equals. Brother and sister in arms, Shahen trusts Qanaya with more than his life. He trusts her with his secrets, his heartbreak and his determination to restore greatness to Mitanni and discover exactly what has been unfolding in his absence…";}
#shahen.cpdesc6:before{content:"With his time fighting across borders, Shahen now speaks several foreign languages, is skilled in social diplomacy and adjusting his address based on those he’s speaking with and has many practical skills that would be deemed otherwise unsuitable for a king. All of this, in addition to his exceptional training and tutorage growing up makes him a formidable man of tactical thinking and physical might.";}
#shammuramat.cpname:before{content:"Shammuramat an'Ashina";}
#shammuramat.cptitle:before{content:"Her Royal Highness, Amiira Shammuramat of Ashina Bêlu, Royal of Babylonia";}
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#shammuramat.cpdesc1:before,#shammuramat .cpdesc1:before{content:"At only forty-seven years old, Shammuramat should be neither widow nor mother to a lost child. But Fate has determined her life to be full of challenges. And Shammuramat has risen in the face of her trials. Originally married at the age of nine, Shammuramat was a means of bartering power for her kin. Born to a family of eye-watering wealth but no class lineage, it was no surprise to anyone that Mennaheka of Eshunna sought a royal match for his first-born daughter. Through ploys, bartering and outright bribes, he finally succeeded in securing for his child a match beyond all others: the future king of Babylonia.";}
#shammuramat.cpdesc2:before{content:"As her marriage was not officially consummated until she was fifteen, Shammuramat had barely a few years with her husband before his death. And Ad'Sennache devoted most of it to a far off battlefield. By the time the crown prince was killed in combat at twenty-four, Shammuramat still barely knew him. Instead, she dedicated her time to their son, Sahru. Though she kept the appropriate distance from her child, as expected of regal parenting, Shammuramat cared for Sahru deeply and wished for him only the best. The finest teachers, the most lavish gifts... Only once was Shammuramat convinced against her better judgement in the raising of her child. And that conviction came from her own parent. For Mennaheka was not done in his ambitions. It was under duress from her father that Shammuramat advocated for the marriage between Sahru and her niece Bailee.";}
#shammuramat.cpdesc3:before{content:"Married as children, the cousins never had the chance to consummate their union. Sahru was killed before he could reach the age of maturity. Whilst physicians have ruled Sahru's death an accident from an acute reaction to something he ate, Shammuramat is convinced her son was taken by poison. A poison administered by his ambitious and rebellious uncle Adad-Nirari. After her son's death Adad-Nirari became crown prince and, at the death of his father two years later, ascended to the throne. The fact that Shammuramat's husband was serving on the same battlefield as Adad-Nirari when he died has also not escaped Shammuramat's notice.";}
#shammuramat.cpdesc4:before{content:"Now Shammuramat is an almost-queen to a dead prince and an almost queen-mother to a dead son. Her only family is a niece she does not care for or relate to and an usurping, foreign, bastard of a child who dares to take the seat once destined for her husband and son. Thankfully, Shammuramat has years of experience in the Court and many friends beyond the Ashina name who will rally to her cause. One such comrade-in-arms is Roshanak an'Balthasar, the next legitimate heir to the throne and the woman many believe to be the true Queen of Babylonia...";}
#shange.cpname:before{content:"Shange of the Zaire";}
#shange.cptitle:before{content:"His Greatness, Leierseun Shange of the Zaire Gesin, Birthed Heir of Leierseun Hunai of the Zaire Gesin and Lindiwe of the Zaire Gesin, Royal of Bedoa’mt";}
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#shange.cpdesc1:before,#shange .cpdesc1:before{content:"With a great prophet for a father and elegant leierin for a mother, serene strength is baked into Shange’s DNA. Which is a convenient inheritance: for a lesser man than Shange might harbour great rage over the fateful turns his story has thus far taken. After losing his father at a poignant age, Shange’s sickly constitution saw the chance for leadership pass him by. But Shange holds no resentment or regret. His brother in law Hasani is a man of good temper and wise authority and Shange is content to leave a legacy that should have been his own in such capable hands. Instead, he looks to a future in faith and philosophy, considering the world beyond the mortal. In these meditative states, found during his childhood plagued by illness, Shange is at peace. And such peace can only be a help to his family, even if the role of mhenga-sema should be the exclusive domain of women…";}
#shange.cpdesc2:before{content:"Shange had always been weak. A feeble babe and delicate toddler, he was always breaking limbs, tripping over obstacles and falling prey to illness. Many believed that he would not live to see his fourth birthday. But live, he did. At the age of ten, Shange suffered his closest brush with death. Sick from the fever that claimed his father’s life the shujaa and elders feared anointing a leader already in the last throes of life. Shange’s older sister, on the other hand, had proven herself of hearty constitution and compassionate wisdom. And her husband was a well respected fighter. It seemed beneficial to the gesin to, on this one occasion, allow the crown to pass to a daughter over a son. And so Hasani was appointed leier, with his royal-blooded wife at his side. In the following months, Shange was cared for by Tanishe and Hasani and coaxed back to full health. Well aware of his own weaknesses and grateful for their kindly devotion, Shange did not (and has never) sought to undo the elders’ decision.";}
#shange.cpdesc3:before{content:"Whilst caught in the iron grip of fever, Shange saw visions. Colours and images that swam within his mind, calling to him. Ever since, he has spent his life attempting to decide the hallucinations, believing them to be messages from the ancestral plane. The role of mhenga-sema - spiritual leader to the people - is only permitted to women, but Shange seeks to change this. For he knows these messages are for him and may hold answers to his unreliable body. In modern day, Shange’s brittle bone disease would be more manageable. But in a realm of harsh climate and unrelenting landscape, he is left to suffer along as best he can, often hiding his injuries beneath the robes of a mhenga-sema.";}
#sharlato.cpname:before{content:"Sharlato Zaddiuka";}
#sharlato.cptitle:before{content:"Her Highness, Hāssas Sharlato Zaddiuka of the Antu' Tahurna, Birthed Daughter of Lord Zuziya Daruliya of the Antu’ Zuziya and Lady Hebete Merek, Royal of Hattusa";}
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#sharlato.cpdesc1:before,#sharlato .cpdesc1:before{content:"Born to nobility, it was unsurprising that Sharlato's marriage would one day be arranged. Yet, with a background of dwindling wealth and little but an exceptional name on which to build a reputation, Sharlato resigned herself to a wedded union of little profit. A nobleman or rich merchant whose connections might bolster the Zuziya shield for another generation. Instead, she was wed to the second prince of the entire Hittite empire: a boon hardly imagined by any of her contemporaries.";}
#sharlato.cpdesc2:before{content:"Growing up, Sharlato was given the advanced education of any young girl of her pedigree. Lessons in literacy, music and artistry were enforced. But it was language and linguistics in which she had a natural talent. Focusing all of her private time on such pursuits, Sharlato quickly became one of the most proficient wordsmiths in the empire: a talent that would go on to serve her well as a royal princess. Initially, however, such language was put to use in brokering deals and contracts between her birth house Zuziya and foreign traders from other lands.";}
#sharlato.cpdesc3:before{content:"It was during just such a negotiation, held at a courtly event, that Sharlato met Kane Zaddiuka, prince of the empire. They engaged in little more than polite conversation but after Sharlato neatly handled a squabble between two visiting diplomats, the Tabarna recommended that his son wed the noblewoman. Sharlato was beautiful so Kane Zaddiuka had little objection and such a match was far beyond the expectations of Sharlato's family. The pair were wed and have since formed a strong bond of genuine affection.";}
#sharlato.cpdesc4:before{content:"Though disappointed that she has failed to produce her husband a son, Sharlato takes great joy in her four children, and in the delight her husband finds in them also. With the eldest girls now of marital age, Sharlato's focus in life is to see them as happily matched as she was. Meanwhile, some of Kane Zaddiuka's concubines are starting to encroach on her territory as prime consort to the prince. Sharlato's focus must now be split upon two social battlefronts... one in the proactive arrangements of her daughters and the second in defence of herself...";}
#shelbe.cpname:before{content:"Shelbe Merinyu";}
#shelbe.cptitle:before{content:"Her Highness, Hāssas Shelbe Merinyu of the Antu' Zuziya, Birthed Daughter of Tuhkanti Merinyu Zuziya of the Antu’ Zuziya and Wassuliya of Kizzuwatna, Courtier of Hattusa";}
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#shelbe.cpdesc1:before,#shelbe .cpdesc1:before{content:"The eldest child in her generation, Shelbe has managed to avoid the trap of first-born bossiness and arrogance. Though decisive and strong in her opinions, Shelbe prefers to keep such determinations as private secrets over public declarations. She is neither bossy nor domineering and she enjoys watching others grow and learn for themselves. A talented mathematician and astronomer, Shelbe adores the night sky and prefers the twilight hours to daylight. Like the night, she is quiet, reserved and full of the mysteries of her own company.";}
#shelbe.cpdesc2:before{content:"Growing up, Shelbe loved working beside her brother, learning and growing in both mind and body. She enjoys horse-riding and the practices of meditation and morning stretches. Whilst her brother was passionate and engaging, she was calm and peaceful. Not shyly quiet like her younger sister, but simply content in her own mind and her own world view.";}
#shelbe.cpdesc3:before{content:"Upon the loss of her parents, Shelbe's faith in the divine beings so sacred to her family was tested. In one afternoon, during a religious ceremonial parade, her father and grandfather were both lost to an angry mob, crushed into the earth. Very quickly, the Zuziya Antu went from one of the most powerful families in the region to the most vulnerable. With her brother the only male still in the line of inheritance, Zuziya became a household of women. And Shelbe took the role of its silent leader. Never issuing orders, never making grand decisions over the heads of others, Shelbe's cool logic and rational handling of her own grief, made others come to her. They took her as their guide without thought, complaint or deliberate choice: Shelbe will know, Shelbe will fix it. As her brother took on the more concrete responsibilities of the family, fighting the new storm roaring around them, Shelbe remained in its eye: the serene core that others could hold onto.";}
#shelbe.cpdesc4:before{content:"In the years since, Shelbe has taken a more practical role alongside her brother. Whilst noble women are still generally untrusted in the world of business, Shelbe's simple, polite and irrefutable skills in debate and negotiation have won over even the most traditional in their northern trade agreements. Now, she is as respected as her brother and the household is viewed as a dual leadership of Antu. Yet at thirty-three, being a savvy and respected businesswoman is beginning to cause obstacles to Shelbe's other goals in life: that of being a wife and mother. This has become an even sorer point since her younger sister was wed to the leader of the Ammuna house. Still unmarried herself, with a genuine desire to one day have children of her own, Shelbe is finding that many men dislike her influence in the family treasury. No merchant, it turns out, likes to believe his wife is more capable than he, with the purse-strings. And yet, there is no possible way that she can retreat in this field. She cannot leave her brother to lead their family alone. Not when his mentality is starting to crack and fray at the seams...";}
#shiloh.cpname:before{content:"Shiloh of Tzephaniah";}
#shiloh.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Shiloh of Tzephaniah, Birthed Son of Tzephaniah of Lazaros and Naomi of Yerushah, Courtier of Phoenicia";}
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#shiloh.cpdesc1:before,#shiloh .cpdesc1:before{content:"The youngest of three brothers, Shiloh often feels the weight of expectation and does his best to ignore it. After Amiti's example of the perfect son and Thaddeus's strong second, Shiloh sees little point in competing for his father's approval. Each look or comment of disappointment over Shiloh's lack of ambition still stings but Shiloh contents himself with passions of his own and dreams of a world beyond Damascus.";}
#shiloh.cpdesc2:before{content:"Like Tzephaniah, Shiloh holds a great love for the written word but is more interested in wielding it than worshipping it. A writer to his toes, Shiloh loves to explore the fantastical. His stories are imaginative, wondrous and - to some - blasphemous. Though his tales of love, drama and tragedy were never intended to question Yahweh, Shiloh cannot help how others read his work. Fearing the judgement of those he most loves and respects, Shiloh hides his fiction from his family and publishes stage shows and barb songs under a false name whilst, on his working days, he diligently toils in the records rooms of the Damascus libraries.";}
#shiloh.cpdesc3:before{content:"On his days of leisure, Shiloh explores Damascus but dreams of bigger things. He is the only one of his brothers who seeks to find their mother and discover the truth behind her disappearance. Complimenting this life goal is a desire to explore the world and spread the word of Yahweh. To that end, Shiloh has begun to learn the Akkadian languages so that he might write and speak in Hattusa and Assyria. Devout in his faith, Shiloh has never intended his writing to be divisive and seeks to find a place in which faith and fantasy can coexist in harmony under a message of compassion and understanding. Perhaps then he will be brave enough to show his true self to his family.";}
#signy.cpname:before{content:"Signý Torgettir";}
#signy.cptitle:before{content:"Her Einvalds, Kónungrdottir Signý Torgettir of the Ironwind Ostmaðr, Birthed Daughter of Skarde Skrigson of the Ironwind Ostmaðr and Kónungrdottir Frya, Royal of Ostjorð";}
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#signy.cpdesc1:before,#signy .cpdesc1:before{content:"For all intents and purposes, Signý has been raised in a whole and loving family. The history between her biological father, her clan and her absent older sister is a shadow that Signý is aware of, without feeling personally. After all, she had not yet been born when Skarde Skrigson abandoned the Ironwinds and took her sister with him. Whilst the culture of honour and duty she was raised in has Signý disdaining such a betrayal, she has no true personal stake in it and, instead, has grown under the paternal love of her mother's second husband, Torgeir. When she came of age at thirteen, Signý declared herself of Torgettir.";}
#signy.cpdesc2:before{content:"The absence of her sibling was most profound, not for Signý but for her mother, in Signý’s childhood. Signý therefore learned to support her mother, to work hard to make her smile whenever possible. And to emphasise the joy in life. As she grew older, she followed in her mother's footsteps, becoming a skilled shieldmaiden and an accomplished sailor. The Ironwinds are famed for their shipbuilding and mastery over the waters and Signý takes this reputation to heart. It is on the sea that she is most at home. Only with the salty air against her skin does she feel content. At the age of seventeen she was given command of her own ship. Rumours and rumblings over her youth were quickly silenced when her crew became one of the most victorious of the Ironwind raiding parties.";}
#signy.cpdesc3:before{content:"Whilst Signý is perhaps more compassionate than most warriors of her clan, she does not hesitate to dispatch her enemies unto death. She fights with honour, integrity and strength.";}
#signy.cpdesc4:before{content:"Her mother's lessons of self-respect and warnings of early pregnancy have kept Signý from sharing her bed with a man thus far - for she has yet to meet a man whose children she might wish to bear - but she is, in other ways, popular with her fellow fighters. A fine companion, an entertaining drinking buddy and a faithful comrade in arms, Signý wins the heart of most people she meets. Now, however, matters are turning towards a more feminine path; the duties of the female catching up on her...";}
#signy.cpdesc5:before{content:"For one, Calder Steinarson is due to arrive with the Ironwinds, a betrothal between the two of them potentially on the cards. Yet, Signý has only ever felt a passing interest for one man thus far in life... and she only has the opportunity to see Rune Vragison at the seasonal Folkmoots, for he is a Warsong... Whichever path her life is due to take, Signý is determined to meet it with dignity and is proud to carry both her family and her clan's name into the future...";}
#silas.cpname:before{content:"Silas of Kotas";}
#silas.cptitle:before{content:"His Highness, Basilu Silas of Dynasteía Kotas, Birthed Son of Basilu Tython of Dynasteía Kotas and Lady Yanni of Dynasteía Dimitrou, Royal of Colchis, Hellas";}
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#silas.cpdesc1:before,#silas .cpdesc1:before{content:"Since he was born, Silas’s life has not truly been his own. With three older brothers, all of whom are victorious warriors, regal princes and conquerors of women, it is not surprising that Silas’s existence has been more about the idol worship of others than loving himself and his own skills. Which is a shame, given that Silas possesses a mighty power that his siblings all seem to lack to differing degrees: empathy.";}
#silas.cpdesc2:before{content:"A truly compassionate young man, with a mind set on putting others before himself, Silas takes the lessons of the king and queen to heart when they say to rule is to serve. Since he was young, Silas had worked closely with his mother, the Court and the Colchian Senate to support aid schemes and charities across the isles. Now, he is probably the most recognisable princely face to the lower classes of Colchis, as he attends rebuilding efforts and takes on guard duty around the city. Soon to be appointed as captain to his own military unit, Silas is well trained and a skilled soldier, particularly with a bow, but has yet to see active combat.";}
#silas.cpdesc3:before{content:"Silas is also very close with his family, having a unique relationship with each of them. To Vangelis, Silas is a sweet kid brother, their relationship built on more than just respect for a fellow soldier. To Zanon he’s a constant support in regal duties at home while the others are away at war meaning that Zanon is probably too much of a sibling to treat Silas most like a man. For Yiannis, Silas is a constant target of light-hearted humour, particularly over Silas’s apparent lack of female attention and ‘battlefield virginity’. To Athanasia, Silas is a best friend and partner in their childish adventures. As children they dreamed of being glorious warriors like their brothers and would play together and with their cousin Imeeya of Drakos constantly. Silas is perhaps the most accepting of Evras, seeing her as a part of the family. He also has a very close connection with his nephew Dion where Silas’s natural empathy and quiet, soft compassion, has a calming influence.";}
#silas.cpdesc4:before{content:"Despite all of his admirable qualities, Silas struggles to see such beautiful traits as his own contributions to the glory of Kotas. Instead, he is often found training until he’s blistered, or fighting to be sent to war so that he can try to ‘measure up’ to his brothers. Though everyone in the family sees Silas for his own worth, the natural Kotas maleness and stoicism has meant that no-one recognises the need to share that opinion with Silas himself.";}
#silva.cpname:before{content:"Silva Lex Regnum Veneti";}
#silva.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Silva Lex Regnum Veneti, Birthed Daughter of Lord Paulus Nobilis Cassia and Lady Octavia Lex Regnum Veneti, Courtier of Roma";}
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#silva.cpdesc1:before,#silva .cpdesc1:before{content:"Eight years ago, Silva and her sister were sent to Phoenicia. Now, they return to find their Roma homeland and homestead evolved beyond the familiar. Silva, in particular, feels cheated. Upon leaving for the east, she had been a leader amongst her peers; a social centre in the ever evolving Court. Now, she is an outlander, with her network of friends and sycophants discarded into the care of others. As far as Silva is concerned, her exile has cost her everything. And it is all her mother's fault. A mother who is disgusting enough to have taken a woman to her bed. Luckily, Silva's step-father might be more interested in a younger Veneti lady...";}
#silva.cpdesc2:before{content:"Silva did not always loathe her mother. As a child Silva's ambition for Octavia, like so many others of their upper class society, knew no bounds or limits. Octavia was a Romani goddess, cursed with the burden of single motherhood and rising to every challenge thereafter. Octavia took everything life threw at her and threw it back harder. Silva wanted nothing more than to be her mother's equal in strength and grace. Unfortunately, her moral integrity did not always pass muster. By her adulthood, Silva had all the ingredients for success and not the talent of execution. Social and charismatic, Silva could win over anyone. She drew others as a moth does to a flame, her eyes flashing and her hair an intriguing trail of gold. She was tempted and teased. She drew a crowd. Tick, for the grace category. As for strength, Silva appeared to have it in spades. Bold and opinionated, a defender of every underdog she encountered... It is easy to see how Silva's public passion could be mistaken for strength. In truth, Silva was, and remains, a narcissist. Whilst she believes her altruism comes from a place of empathy, her kindness is of less concern than her appearance as the hero. In the lives of her friends, Silva takes little interest, but to her own they must always be doting. By nineteen, Silva had an army of acquaintances, desperate to befriend the social sun around which fashion and opinion revolved. Yet, if tested, none would stand by her side in a crisis. And a crisis was due.";}
#silva.cpdesc3:before{content:"When Silva's arrogance put the life of another girl in danger, Octavia was forced to take action. To honour the victim's mother, Octavia saw fit to punish both her children. Or so it seemed to Silva. To the east the twins would go. Tacita would learn to experience a larger world than she cared to explore at home. And Silva would learn discipline among the restrictive practices of the Hebrews and Canaanites. Whilst Tacita understood the hard conclusion their mother had been forced to come to, Silva was outraged. Exiled, rejected and reviled, she arrived in Phoenicia without any intention of assimilating. And that fury burned true for eight years.";}
#silva.cpdesc4:before{content:"For nearly a decade, Silva studied languages at the hand of Rishona of Elhanan. Arithmetic and economics were beyond her but the science of words and linguistics did not, at least, bore her to tears. Not that she ever excelled in her classes. For weeks at a time, she refused to attend her sessions with Rishona, exploring the city of Ammun and running riot with Rishona's niece Ahuvah. Silva's dramatic personality fit well with Ahuvah's artistic friends and fed her already inflated ego. To add to the mix was a narrow and selective acceptance of the Jewish faith. Concepts like divine punishment for the wicked and hatred towards those of difference were honey to Silva's ears, validating her anger towards her mother. Lessons of kindness and compassion have been missed entirely. Anger and loneliness, perhaps, have drawn her away from such messages. And Tacita's absence, as she has found her courage and herself in Damascus is only an additional knife to the back.";}
#silva.cpdesc5:before{content:"By the time Silva returned to Roma, just a few months ago, her internal compass was askew and her tolerance and morality at an all-time low. The discovery that her mother is engaging in sinful, homosexual acts, despite her new husband's presence in the house, has only cemented Silva's aggression towards the woman she once idolised. Whilst being openly hostile towards her mother's female lover and tight-lipped around the family matriarch herself, Silva deliberately turns her attention outside the Veneti household. Her narcissistic greed fuels her ambition to rebuild her network of influence around the Roma court, utilising her new exotic mystery as Roma-come-Phoenician. An additional path towards power? Well, if her mother won't satisfy her new husband, perhaps Silva can redirect the power dynamic in the Veneti house by putting a smile on his face...";}
#simeon.cpname:before{content:"Simeon of Nissim";}
#simeon.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Mahnheeg Simeon of Nissim, Birthed Heir of Nissim of Jebediah and Sarah of Jean, Councilman of Phoenicia";}
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#simeon.cpdesc1:before,#simeon .cpdesc1:before{content:"Simeon is a devout man with an edge and will of steel. So faithful in his beliefs is he that to siddle even too close to a line even moderately connected with the connotation of 'sin' is to prepare for the fate of stoning or execution. To him, God's word is law above all else and he believes entirely in the power of the mighty smiting that can befall those who waiver from the true path. Unfortunately, his own greatest sin is blindness to how such deviations might be found within his own character. Such as when he raises his hand to his wife.";}
#simeon.cpdesc2:before{content:"Growing up under a father just as strict as himself, Simeon has learned to appreciate scripture as his true parent and teacher. But this includes messages of compassion. Simeon runs Jerusalem with the fear of the Almighty as his main tool of order but he is just as devout to the benefits of faith and he is careful to ensure that some of the budget for the city is spent on those who aid the poor and downtrodden; so that they might find themselves back on the righteous path. Given its leader’s ruthless adherence to divine rules, it is no surprise that Jerusalem is the only one of the six cities to have instigated a militia unit, operating like a civil police service.";}
#simeon.cpdesc3:before{content:"At home, Simeon is as strong-willed as he is in his duties running the holy city and believes that the Meier family is to be the pinnacle of piousness and appropriate behaviour. As such, he becomes intolerable and rage-filled if any of his family members step outside of what is considered good and right. Whether it's a meal prepared improperly - showing disrespect for the husband who has worked hard all day - clothing that is not worn appropriately (especially religious items) or a failure to respect the sabbath, Simeon can become most angry, fuelled by his faith and determined to smite out any actions or elements of character that are unfit for the Meier Mahnheeg.";}
#simeon.cpdesc4:before{content:"A scholar by nature, Simeon is versed in almost every known language and is a master of old Hebrew. He is consulted almost as much as the great master Tzephaniah on the nuances and inferences of scripture and he is greatly respected as a man of action. Part of this respect, however, may come from the fact that Simeon’s harsher nature has been tempered in Council meetings by his much softer and kinder son Abir.";}
#sirahkti.cpname:before{content:"Sirahkti of Thebes";}
#sirahkti.cptitle:before{content:"His Divine Grace, Sirahkti of Thebes, Waa'hid Hm'Wieb of the Hekasenkt, Spiritualist of K'm't";}
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#sirahkti.cpdesc1:before,#sirahkti .cpdesc1:before{content:"To the general public, Sirahkti is a mysterious figure with great repute but no face. As the High Priest of Osiris and leader of the Hekasenkt, Sirahkti spends most of his time behind closed doors lost in dark and macabre practices or meditating with the depth and conviction of the dead. Rarely seen, his appearances at grand events are few and far between, leaving the ruling of the temple and its hidden faction to his second: the High Priest of Anubis Kaemsekhem. An ancient and wizened spiritualist, Sirahkti is believed by most to be almost godlike in power but, to those close to the man, he is a follower so lost in his faith that he cannot see the machinations of power being enacted beneath him.";}
#sirahkti.cpdesc2:before{content:"This character is open to be claimed but would be a minor character due to the rarity with which he appears in public. For now, this page is for information purposes when creating connected characters.";}
#siyabonga.cpname:before{content:"Siyabonga of the Mekaki";}
#siyabonga.cptitle:before{content:"His Greatness, Leierseun Siyabonga of the Mekaki Gesin, Birthed Heir of Leierseun Mejdan of the Mekaki Gesin and Safara of the Mekaki Gesin, Royal of Bedoa’mt";}
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#siyabonga.cpdesc1:before,#siyabonga .cpdesc1:before{content:"A clear combination of his parents, Siyabonga is a smart man who views the world as a game board on which pieces are to be moved. He is also, however, confidently spoken and happy to lead those pieces himself rather than cajole and nudge from the shadows as his father does. In awe of his father's wisdom and proud of his mother's spirit, Siyabonga has been drawn to a woman of equal fire that he hopes will compliment his own intelligence. This being said, Siyabonga has mixed feelings regarding the marriage of his father to Milandu - the sister of his own wife. Whilst he accepts the practice itself and his father's right to choose his bride, the dutiful son within him worries that this choice has wounded the mother he respects so much.";}
#siyabonga.cpdesc2:before{content:"Though he believes himself fair-minded, Siyabonga is more than aware that his father believes him to be too soft-hearted. The pawns and players he controls in political or trade negotiations are rarely manipulated for his own sake but to the benefit of all. Whilst this is a magnanimous way to rule, Mejdan fears that Siyabonga's refusal to put the first family above all others will eventually bring it to ruin and lose them the respect necessary for inter-gesin negotiations. Who then will protect the Mekaki people? Whilst Mejdan believes that one must build your own foundations before helping others, Siyabonga works to the naive betterment of all, using his intelligence as a tool of mercy and kindness. To compound this difference of opinion with his sire, Siyabonga has never been a talented fighter and does not hold great respect among the warriors and shujaa of the Mekaki.";}
#siyabonga.cpdesc3:before{content:"As a boy, Siyabonga was far more sentimental than he is now. A sensitive and temperamental child, Siyabonga built his reputation as an over-feeling boy from a young age. As time, experience and wisdom has grown, he has tempered this emotive personality with reality: that one must stand firm, connive and occasionally lie if they are to achieve great things; for themselves or for others. The older Siyabonga gets, the harder his will becomes and one might wonder just how far his sense of right and wrong will take him...";}
#siyabonga.cpdesc4:before{content:"Naatanii was a welcome addition to Siyabonga's life, even if their union was arranged. Mejdan's determination to see Siyabonga married and produce heirs had Siyabonga actively seeking a bride from the age of twenty. Two years later and several failed betrothals later and he had secured the hand of Naatanii, a friend from his youth who was suitable enough to be his bride if not grand enough to be a first choice. Naatanii was a woman so eager to secure their union that she had secretly orchestrated the end to Siyabonga's previous entanglements. Now upon his arm, Naatanii seeks to become pregnant as soon as possible, to which Siyabonga has no complaints; for his wife is beautiful and satisfying in their tents. But, so far, there has been no success.";}
#siyabonga.cpdesc5:before{content:"To his sisters, Siyabonga is a protective brother, even whilst he despairs of Tahira's lack of confidence and Kecia's over-abundance of the same. Whilst he holds his father in great esteem, Siyabonga is closest to his mother and honours her opinion above all others. It hurts him deeply that she does not approve of Mejdan's choice for Siyabonga's bride.";}
#skarde.cpname:before{content:"Skarde Skrigson";}
#skarde.cptitle:before{content:"His Einvalds, Kónungr Skarde Skrigson of the Blacklock Hill Ostmaðr, Birthed Son of Skrig Einarson of the Ironwind Ostmaðr and Eiginkona Sigga, Royal of Ostjorð";}
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#skarde.cpdesc1:before,#skarde .cpdesc1:before{content:"In the land across the sea, on an island of infidels and barbarians, the Firetongues sippe were losing territory and the riches that came with their pillaging of the isles. Messengers were sent for aid including to the most savage of the sippes, the Blacklock Hill clan, and the most masterful of the seas: the Ironwind sippe. Riches and prestige were promised to those who would sail to these new western shores and support the Firetongues... As the Bonemakers were in conflict with the Firetongues, brothers Nosu (leader of the Ironwinds) and Unes Frodeson (leader of the Bonemakers) vowed not to respond to the request from across the sea. It was this decision that first broke Skarde from his homelands.";}
#skarde.cpdesc2:before{content:"As husband to Nosu's daughter, Skarde Skrigson expected to be clan leader, to be kónungr after Nosu's death. But politics were not looking favourably upon his harsh manners and easy hatred for others. Though celts are famed for their warcraft, it is widely recognised that a kónungr should be wise and merciful as he is courageous. Torgeir Tallison embodied these traits far more than Nosu's son-in-law and Skarde could see his changes of leadership slipping away. Which was when he received a letter from Ulf, kónungr of the Blacklock Hill sippe. 'Fight with me...' the message read, and I will give you not only my daughter in marriage but the inheritance of my crown when I pass on to Valhalla'. Skarde was raised in the land of the Ironwinds, held a certain level of respect and prestige amongst its warriors, was Jarl Chieftain of Blades to its kónungr and his current wife Frya had already given him one child, with a second on the way. Turning it all in for a crown and the mark of a traitor was a hard decision to make... But make it, he did.";}
#skarde.cpdesc3:before{content:"Skarde was not unfeeling of his homeland and family. In fact, his love for his children held supreme over that of his wife. Skarde stole away in the night, a large unit of loyal men following in his wake and his infant daughter, Skuld, in his arms. He could do little of the one still in his wife's belly but Skuld he could take with him. Skarde claimed the mantle of next heir to the Blacklock Hill sippe, but also called to his friend Steinar of the Bearkings. If Blacklock was to sail to the isles in the west, they would need more men. Long had Skarde and Steinar fought together, to the point where they had even spoken of their children one day marrying. Steinar was quick to join his friend's mission.";}
#skarde.cpdesc4:before{content:"The war upon the isles was hardly a great victory. The Firetongues, almost entirely wiped off of good men, eventually reinforced their new lines, with less than half their original territory. Many lives were lost for the Blacklock Hills and Bearkings too, including Steinar himself. The war painted many in an unfavourable or foolish light but Skarde returned to the mainland with his reputation mostly intact. Though a traitor in the eyes of the Ironwinds, he had fought bravely and was the most victorious of the allied clansmen. He also returned with his life, which in a battle so perilous was an achievement in and of itself. Upon said return, Skarde was quick to cement his position as heir to the kónungr crown, siring a third daughter and son with his new wife Olga. He tried only once to travel to the Ironwind territories and retrieve his other daughter Signý. He was faced with almost the entire militia of the clan, walling him from his child. The loss of Skuld, granddaughter of the chieftain, had been a trauma they were not willing to repeat. The Blacklock Hill warriors are equally resistant to any attempts of retrieving Skuld. Now, Skarde's daughters lie on opposing sides of parallel walls of protection.";}
#skarde.cpdesc5:before{content:"Now king and leader of his sippe, Skarde is considered the most fearsome and unpredictable of kónungrs. He is not to be trusted, even less to be befriended (for he sees his friends die in fields of blood) and is a man who puts only his new sippe above himself. He has severe anger issues and can lose his nerve in unexpected moments. His determination to see Blacklock Hill become the supreme clan in the lands is perhaps a determination to prove his defection worthwhile. But regardless of his reasons, Blacklock Hill has become prosperous under his reign and Skarde is now one of the leading aggressors against the Roma borderlands in the south, his son Leif and his daughter Skuld filial warriors at his side.";}
#skuld.cpname:before{content:"Skuld Skardottir";}
#skuld.cptitle:before{content:"Her Einvalds, Kónungrdottir Skuld Skardottir of the Blacklock Hill Ostmaðr, Birthed Daughter of Skarde Skrigson of the Ironwind Ostmaðr and Kónungrdottir Frya, Royal of Ostjorð";}
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#skuld.cpdesc1:before,#skuld .cpdesc1:before{content:"Taken from her birthlands with the Ironwind sippe as a baby, Skuld has little to no memory of her mother Frya. None at all of her sister Signý who had not yet been born when their father Skarde defected to the Blacklock Hill clan. She has only the stories told to her by her father: that her maternal grandfather was a weak viking, refusing to do battle across the seas for the glory of all and that he, Skarde, had been forced to make an unpopular choice. That choice had included leaving his first wife, whom he rarely disparages, and gaining a regret that his second child remains with the Ironwinds.";}
#skuld.cpdesc2:before{content:"Connected to only her father as bloodkin, Skuld is exceptionally close to Skarde, viewing him as her sire, her king and her god. She has grown up, determined to be as good a son as any male might accomplish and has, for all intents and purposes been successful in these ambitions. At twenty-seven, Skuld now claims the loyalty, respect and fear of most of the warriors in her father's clan. She is masterful with the hand-axe, skilled with a sword and an adequate hunter by bow. But it is not her practical skills that force men larger than herself to bow their heads when she passes... It is her character. Skuld has learned from her father in this capacity and has inherited all of his violence, all of his cruelty. She is unfeeling and unmerciful in battle and sees war as an exercise in who can hit hardest, wisest and fastest. She pulls no punches, kills without conscience and has an obsessive desire to prove herself to the father who chose her above others so many years ago...";}
#skuld.cpdesc3:before{content:"Despite never knowing her sister, Skuld has grown up fully aware of Skarde's regrets for leaving Signý behind which has manifested a shadow at her back. Would Signý have been more successful? Braver? More defiant? The possibility of what her sister might have been for their sire only spurs Skuld further in her ambitions, simultaneously growing an antagonism for the girl she's never met. When she thinks of her mother at all, Skuld, has little opinion and will claim to feel nothing, ignoring the small tear in her heart that speaks to the hurt of abandonment; that her mother did not love her fiercely enough to hold onto her.";}
#skuld.cpdesc4:before{content:"Skuld’s skills in warfare extend to her personal life, as she sees all manner of inter-human dynamics as a means to an end. Friendships are pointless, romance is dead. Only alliances with brothers-in-arms and a partner for sex is necessary. Despite a tumultuous history between their clans, this interest in affectionless sex is currently shared with Gunnar Steinarson of the Bearkings but he is simply one of a list of men. Skuld has no interest in marriage or bearing children but a handsome man to warm her bed is a joyous thing to claim.";}
#skuld.cpdesc5:before{content:"As far as her new family is concerned, Skuld is as much at war at home as she is on the battlefield. To her stepmother Olga, she is a constant reminder of Skarde's previous wife and the affection he holds for her. Olga, therefore, does all in her power to see that Skuld's life is an uncomfortable one, full of disrespect and disgust. To Estrid, Skuld is a rival for their father's love: a rival Estrid with her quieter, more feminine nature can never truly compete with, breeding a deep, resentful hatred. Leif is in equal competition with Skuld, though his natural advantage of being born male calms his resentment just a little. Instead, he tries to learn from his older half-sister, recognising her as a useful tool for tutorship, whilst wishing to hell that she was a little less victorious so that he might shine brighter in the eyes of their sire. Such animosity from all quarters is only tempered by Skarde’s clear love for his daughter. Anyone openly disparaging Skuld receives special, cruel attention from the kónungr, so all cruelty is kept to subtle jibes and scathing looks. Feared, respected and disliked in equal measure, Skuld is the blood-spilling princess of the Blacklock Hill sippe, regardless of how many would see her fall if they could.";}
#skylar.cpname:before{content:"Skylar of Vlahakis";}
#skylar.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Skylar of Varónos Vlahakis, Birthed Daughter of Varónos Dexios of Varónos Vlahakis and Rhene of Almosis, Courtier of Colchis, Hellas";}
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#skylar.cpdesc1:before,#skylar .cpdesc1:before{content:"Born the first daughter of a merchant and military family, Skylar had little choice but to learn to mature quickly. This worked out well for she was, by nature, a quiet and demure girl with eyes wide with understanding. Left too long in her state of innocence, she may have turned out a gullible or naive young woman. Instead, fate intervened and she was expected to grow out of her infancy prematurely. From that point onwards, her parents would often comment that Skylar was old beyond her years and were only proven correct as her mind proved quick and her logical thinking impressive child and then an adolescent.";}
#skylar.cpdesc2:before{content:"Skylar excelled quickly in her lessons, appearing to require no help or additional aid in her learning. She retained and recalled lessons in history and factoids with just as much aplomb as she did those for grace, poise and the elements of being a lady. With skill, however, did not come ambition. Despite being a woman in the enviable position of an eldest daughter in a rising family, quickly gaining favour with the royal House of Kotas, Skylar has little natural interest in using this connection to her advantage or in securing a strong position for herself among the ladies at Court. In this, she retains her young demurity.";}
#skylar.cpdesc3:before{content:"Skylar is often quiet and thought of as quite shy. While this may or may not be the case in social situations, Skylar has found her calling within her own family home. Instead of luncheons and gossiping meetings with other women of her rank, Skylar minds her own company and enjoys helping her mother to run their home in Almosis, being a second maternal figure to her younger sister Ino and being a supportive voice and dining companion with her brother Lazaros. With a strong and confident will, Skylar has now –more or less– completely taken over the domestic tasks of running a Noble Home, allowing her parents to both live in the comfort their age deserves.";}
#skylar.cpdesc4:before{content:"However, despite being proud and loving of their daughter and her accomplishments within the Vlahakis manor, Dexios and Rhene have decided that it’s time for Skylar to reach out for her own sake and have sent her to stay with Rhene's good friend Ria of Eliades. There, Skylar will have two royal ladies (Marisa and Felia) to learn from in the Courts and might be able to make stronger connections with the House of Kotas and other Royal families that have eligible sons for marriage.";}
#sofia.cpname:before{content:"Sofia of Marikas";}
#sofia.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Sofia of Dynasteía Marikas, Birthed Daughter of Lord Panos of Dynasteía Marikas and Lady Justana of Dynasteía Stravos, Courtier of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#sofia.cpdesc1:before,#sofia .cpdesc1:before{content:"Sofia is a walking contradiction in the world of the Athenian elite. Which fits her beautifully, for she is a contrary little thing. Sofia possesses a tough and independent spirit. She is bold, domineering and will almost always get what she wants. She is the only person in the entire Marikas household who has any semblance of control over her brother Rafail, and she rarely cowers in the face of Pavlos. For all intents and purposes, Sofia's heart is decidedly unladylike.";}
#sofia.cpdesc2:before{content:"Or, at least it would be, were she not so good at applying said heart to the etiquette of the day. Unlike her niece Daniil, who has not yet learned how to work the game, Sofia is an accomplished player. Her courage is hidden behind compassion, her commands masked with forceful requests. Clear honesty and affectionate delivery morph Sofia's less appealing nature until it’s palatable to the courtly world. Hence, Sofia gets what Sofia wants. And she doesn't lose friends doing it. Her only true weaknesses in the world are handsome military men and sugary treats.";}
#sofia.cpdesc3:before{content:"Born to an exclusively male immediate family, Sofia has found stronger familial ties with her great aunt Ivra, whom she spends much of her day with, and her nieces Elena and Daniil (a childhood rivalry scuppered any hopes of a friendship with Agathe). While disappointing to her brother, Pavlos, his siring of three daughters has removed any pressure for Sofia to marry, making her life more her own than most of the Court can claim. This suits Sofia just fine, as she enjoys her life as Ivra's confidant, her nieces' friend and her brother's babysitter.";}
#somgi.cpname:before{content:"Somgi of Cairo";}
#somgi.cptitle:before{content:"Somgi of Cairo, Leader of Set’s Tempest, Merchant of K’m’t";}
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#somgi.cpdesc1:before,#somgi .cpdesc1:before{content:"Born to Amenhotep of Momborah and Leda of Alexandria, Somgi was bred and raised within Set’s Tempest. His father was the first ringmaster and creator of the circus. Leda was one of the very first acrobats. And they taught Somgi that the circus was all he ever needed to succeed. Amenhotep raised his son so that one day he would take over as ringmaster. He was trained in showmanship, business, and the practices of indoctrination so that the performers remained obedient and loyal.";}
#somgi.cpdesc2:before{content:"One teaching Amenhotep installed in his son was the importance of control. Over others and over oneself. The world was meant to be his oyster, and manipulation by any means necessary was the means of claiming that power. Somgi began to take the lead on indoctrinating those who were joining the circus and would later train the medicine man to take over his role as chief manipulator of new initiates.";}
#somgi.cpdesc3:before{content:"A vast number of changes were enacted in the circus when Somgi took over in 994 BC, some for the better, others for the worst. His greed and discontent with the people around him shone through, turning him from leader to tyrant. For a moment, the circus faltered but Somgi quickly learned to temper his natural misanthropy behind a mask of sickly sweet kindness. He became practised in charismatic negotiation and now appears, for all the world, a sweet-talking businessman, taking in the lost and homeless for the benefit of humankind. Less known is his role as the leader of a dark cult at the center of the circus, dedicated to Set and his efforts to see the world burn…";}
#sooni.cpname:before{content:"Sooni Zaddiuka";}
#sooni.cptitle:before{content:"Her Highness, Hāssas Sooni Zaddiuka of the Antu' Tahurna, Claimed Daughter of Zaddiuka Haitwattama of the Antu’ Tahurna and a Concubine of the Seraglio, Royal of Hattusa";}
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#sooni.cpdesc1:before,#sooni .cpdesc1:before{content:"The world is an awkward blur to Sooni. A faded, distorted, oddly zen environment that seems to slip beyond her peripheral vision as water might slide over a table’s edge. So very peculiar. Of course, this might have something to do with the tonics her mother keeps feeding her…";}
#sooni.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a baby and into her childhood years, Sooni suffered from regular fits and seizures. Luckily, she was born to the Hittite world, where science is an exploration not a heresy and physicians seek answers as well as cures. As daughter of a prince, Sooni was given the finest of treatments and seen by multiple healers. One particular solution kept Sooni’s seizures at bay but turned the world into an underwater bubble. Despite numerous complaints of dull hearing, slow comprehension and extreme fatigue and dizziness Sooni’s mother has persisted with the medication for years. Though, perhaps there is a greater reason for this than simple ignorance. For when Sooni is at her worst, lost in a daze and unable to concentrate or stand without fainting, her father Kane Zaddiuka is a caring figure at her bedside. A lover returned to her mother’s orbit.";}
#sooni.cpdesc3:before{content:"Old enough now to, in moments of lucidity, realise that her medicine may in fact be worse than the condition itself, Sooni has begun to fight back. Pretending to eat when she knows the food is laced, or acting dazed so as to postpone the next dose… she is beginning to employ tricks and games to increase the length and frequency of her moments of clarity. Of course, this means the tremors and fits are returning; symptoms much harder to hide. In just such a moment, Sooni has recently grabbed the attention of Kikkuru Pursili. At least enough to have him suspicious of her health issues.";}
#sooni.cpdesc4:before{content:"The only question now is, how to ask him for help without setting up her mother for punishment? For, no matter what she may or may not have done, Kizzu is still her mother. She is still the maternal figure so devoted to her care, still the mother Sooni longs for. Even if it is all an act, no child in need of parental affection would see their mother lose all she has by accusing her of abuse. But neither can Sooni ignore her need for a world no longer filled with haze and confusion.";}
#sotiria.cpname:before{content:"Sotiria of Antonis";}
#sotiria.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Sotiria of Dynasteía Antonis, Birthed Daughter of Lord Anastasus of Dynasteía Antonis and Demi of Athenia, Courtier of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#sotiria.cpdesc1:before,#sotiria .cpdesc1:before{content:"After the death of her father at a young age, Sotiria was left with nothing and no-one barring a claim to the noble name of Antonis. Her birthright saw her placed in the Antonis estate of Attia at three years old. There, she and her second-cousin Alehandros became the family that neither were lucky enough to possess. Familial affection bloomed into romantic attachment and childhood loves became married bliss. Now, the pair continue to live more in the country estate than the capital, raising their four daughters with more direct attention than is usual in noble circles.";}
#sotiria.cpdesc2:before{content:"Whilst her husband despises the busyness of Court, the Senate and all that such places entail, Sotiria finds them fascinating. Though always content to return home and relax after visiting the capital city, she takes great interest in the bustling metropolis and the glamour of upper-class life that their happy home lies so far from. The senatorial meetings her husband attends out of duty and responsibility have become Sotiria's secret moments of glamorous pleasure. Upon first acquaintance she’s often assumed to be a noble in name only –her countryside upbringing prominent in the minds of others– but Sotiria is a charming woman of poise and fine conversation. Once given the chance, she swims amidst the silks and jewels of the aristocracy with ease.";}
#sotiria.cpdesc3:before{content:"Somewhat of a social chameleon, Sotiria is equally pleasant at home. Her family are close with the servants that once raised her and her husband, their connections with their tenants and peerage strong. They are beloved rulers of their provinces and Sotiria is a strong part of this, providing aid when weather turns the crop yield sour and visiting those who are sick. A lover of people without distinction of class, Sotiria recognises that a person's class that does not denote their value whilst also respecting the hierarchy of social life.";}
#sotiria.cpdesc4:before{content:"To that end, Sotiria is very aware of her daughters and their now marriageable age. While she herself married for love, Sotiria is a strong believer that a marriage becomes loving and respectful through shared ideals and experience, not necessarily grand passions and exotic tastes. She, therefore, works hard to introduce her daughters to potential suitors with frequent enthusiasm, believing that the right circumstances will allow affection to bloom. Fearing that unmarried elder daughters will have a negative impact on the prospects of the younger, her attentions thus far have been focused only on Sanasa and Marietta. But with neither appearing very successful in attracting a mate, she is beginning to wonder at Evi's prospects. Knowing that being royalty would open new doors for their children, Sotiria respects her husband's decision to renounce the throne of Athenia but does not always agree with it, wondering in her rare, selfish moments what it would be like to be Queen and for her children to be graced with the title of Princess...";}
#stanos.cpname:before{content:"Stanos of Nikolaos";}
#stanos.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Stanos of Varónos Nikolaos, Birthed Son of Varónos Calix of Varónos Nikolaos and Adara of Athenia, Courtier of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#stanos.cpdesc1:before,#stanos .cpdesc1:before{content:"Prior to the Nikolaos family becoming noble, the family of Magnestis ran a valued shipping and cargo trade company on the coastline. It was their responsibility to handle the incoming taxes, legal documents and shipping paperwork for the ships and vessels that entered and left Athenia through the Magnestis port. Through this business, the family to be eventually known as Nikolaos became well-known for clever administrative work and shrewd business handling –not to mention being incredibly diplomatic and mediatory with traders and their cargo, and calming situations before arguments could arise. It is to this legacy and within these fields of expertise that the Nikolaos brothers were born, several generations since their nobility was granted by the Xanthos family; a family with whom the Nikolaos had done business since the days of the Xanthos shipping industries.";}
#stanos.cpdesc2:before{content:"Whilst Dastros, the eldest, took on the responsibilities of the barony, Stanos continued with the family duties at the harbour, maintaining a successful business alongside their political claims. Since then, great tragedy has befallen his side of the family. Despite his wife, Myrine, being the perfect match for his rank as a nobleman on paper, her biology left much to be desired and miscarriages and stillbirths were numerous in their household. Only one male child survived his infancy. Despite this, however, Myrine’s sorrow at the loss of so many potential children (not to mention the comparative fertility of her in-laws) only increased as her remaining offspring grew up. One morning, when her son was just three years old, Myrine was found dead, having apparently passed away in her sleep. Rumours abounded that Myrine had somehow taken her own life.";}
#stanos.cpdesc3:before{content:"Decades later and the rumours are now a dim memory, resurfacing only on painful occasions when a courtier forgets to hold their tongue. Instead, Stanos’s life is full of his work and attempting to hide his disappointment over the career path of his only son. Not that Diomedes is a man to be ashamed of. In fact, Stanos could not be more proud of the boy and his career in the Athenian Guard. No, his disappointment lies with himself and that he was not able to become a strong enough role model to have induced Diomedes to remain in the family business. Instead, he must watch his boy, victorious elsewhere in life, and wonder how the Nikolaos’s Magnestis holdings will fare after his retirement.";}
#stelios.cpname:before{content:"Stelios of Antonis";}
#stelios.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Stelios of Dynasteía Antonis, Birthed Son of Lord Lacides of Dynasteía Antonis and Marisa of Athenia, Courtier of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#stelios.cpdesc1:before,#stelios .cpdesc1:before{content:"Where his elder brother is heir to Lacides's stoney and stoic efficiency, Stelios has inherited their father's drive and devotion of heart. Tempered in Lacides by a severe moral belief system, in Stelios this passion breaks free, fuelling all elements of his life.";}
#stelios.cpdesc2:before{content:"As is tradition in his family, Stelios has proudly set about a career in the military. Recently appointed to the same rank as his eldest brother, the two Commanders could not be more different. Mateos is a man of tactical skill, lancing through his enemies with ruthless and cold-hearted precision. Stelios dominates the field of battle with fire and an unyielding will towards victory. Stelios knows his men by name. He knows their wives' names. He knows their children. He serves on the front line and does not order a charge he cannot personally lead. Cunning in his own way, Stelios is not an unthinking fighter, but he certainly leads with his heart over his head. While his skills as a warrior are neither as polished, nor impressive as his brothers', Stelios will always be the last man standing. Bloodied and broken, but standing.";}
#stelios.cpdesc3:before{content:"While this passion translates to a military record almost as impressive as his father's, it also filters into Stelios's personal life. Conquering one's enemy and conquering a woman give Stelios the same high and his exploits in local brothels or with the ladies of the Court are numerous if not overtly scandalous. Instead, Stelios tarnishes his reputation not with women but with the men he fights to claim them. Bar brawls, duels and general violence are frequent occurrences for the easily-provoked Stelios when he's not partaking in a war campaign. If he has no enemy to fight, he will find one.";}
#stelios.cpdesc4:before{content:"Of Marisa of Antonis's four children, Stelios was probably the closest to his mother. He is therefore the one to openly display the most anger towards his father for the slight his actions caused against Marisa's reputation. Whether it be grief for his maternal loss, the frustrations of always being second-best to the living, faultless statue Mateos or some innate personal failing, Stelios is a fiery and driven individual who seeks to be as grand as his familial name but who somewhere, deep down, feels that he'll always fall short.";}
#stephanos.cpname:before{content:"Stephanos of Mikaelidas";}
#stephanos.cptitle:before{content:"His Highness, Basilu Stephanos of Dynasteía Mikaelidas, Birthed Son of Basilu Zenon of Dynasteía Mikaelidas and Lady Elise of Dynasteía Mikaelidas, Royal of Taengea, Hellas";}
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#stephanos.cpdesc1:before,#stephanos .cpdesc1:before{content:"Born second in line to the throne, Stephanos was perhaps destined to be a little wild. With all the privilege but less responsibility than his brother, Stephanos has been allowed to grow more uniquely into himself; not the mould of a perfect prince. This has fit well with his temperament. An impulsive and passionate man, Stephanos is quick to anger and will be the first to insist on duels, brawls or high-stakes gambling games to settle disputes with his courtly peers. Such arguments are most commonly aroused by Stephanos's inability to sleep alone, his bed constantly graced by a different woman –many of whom are already attached elsewhere.";}
#stephanos.cpdesc2:before{content:"Growing up behind Zacharias, the admittedly perfect son of the kingdom, Stephanos initially worked hard to be worthy of equal respect. Trained as a soldier, educated with the finest tutors expected of a prince and even becoming a member of the Order of Vasiliádon, Stephanos walked closely in the footsteps of his brother. At least publicly. Behind closed doors, he was always a loose cannon, too eager for adventure and the passionate embrace of a woman to do him good. As the years have progressed, however, Stephanos has risen to the same rank as his brother but has not been given the same respect and reputation. He has, therefore, changed his tactics: to live life as he sees fit, as himself, not as an inferior prince. If he cannot measure up against his brother, he will change the scale of measurement.";}
#stephanos.cpdesc3:before{content:"Openly regarded as the most promiscuous male in the Taengean Court, Stephanos's reputation as a lover is rivalled only by Nikos of Condos. Emilios of Mikaelidas may have once vied for the same crown but, in recent years, has become obsessed with a private love affair of his own. Curiously, Stephanos struggles to respect or interact with either man as an equal. Instead, one of his closest friends and allies is the stoic and disciplined Achilleas of Mikaelidas. In his cousin, Stephanos sees all of the qualities he might have respected in his brother, had they not been compared to each other all his life. He can respect Achilleas as he cannot Zacharias. Were the second-prince more self-aware, he might have found this psychologically interesting but Stephanos cares little for such things and prefers to live in the moment.";}
#stephanos.cpdesc4:before{content:"With the rumour that Aphrodite has blessed him with unfailing seduction and the charm to woo any woman, Stephanos leans into his image as both lover and fighter, loving the chariot circus as much as he does the beds of other men's wives. A skilled charioteer, it's one of the final arenas in which Stephanos attempts to compete against his brother: a man society claims to be equally blessed.";}
#sukru.cpname:before{content:"Sukru al'Tyareh";}
#sukru.cptitle:before{content:"His Majesty, Tartēnu Shahen of Bêl' Tyareh, Birthed Son of Tartēnu Nesharra of Bêl' Tyareh and Eshekko of Waššukanni, Courtier of Assyria";}
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#sukru.cpdesc1:before,#sukru .cpdesc1:before{content:"Sukru is a sensitive soul encased in a lifetime of perfectly constructed ruse. As a child, Sukru learned very quickly that he was never to be king. Not as fast as his brother, nor strong, his only achievement over the ever-shining Shahen was his hand-to-eye coordination. Archery and knife-throwing were particular talents of his and his dexterity in writing made mastering several languages easier. Still, in the talents that made a man a man, Sukru was not only second-best but often third behind both his older siblings.";}
#sukru.cpdesc2:before{content:"When very young, Sukru attempted to emulate. He wanted to be counted as an equal. He would trail after Shahen and his best friend Eshai, hoping to be included in their adventures and games. As he grew older, however, Sukru learned to lean into his own strengths. Instead of falling into jealousy and bitter resentment over his brother, Sukru explored what made his heart sing; painting and artistry. A lover of sketching, doodling and creating fine works on wooden canvases, Sukru has a talent for capturing light, colour and composition. But, with this talent, came an equally successful gift of performance.";}
#sukru.cpdesc3:before{content:"Delicate artistry might not be shameful for a man to pursue, but when that man is a prince who may need to lead his men into battle or stand as a mighty representative of his people, such talents are a worrisome symptom of softness. To solve this problem, Sukru has spent the last ten years developing a routine questioned by few. Many a night, he disappears into the city to visit brothels and whorehouses. He pays the girls to pose and captures them with his brushes, and sometimes his body, before returning to the palace smelling of perfume and with no-one the wiser. Sukru's reputation as a stallion amongst the whores of Wassukanni is well known and rumours of fights and duels have also begun to spread after an unfortunate splattering of crimson paint on his clothes was passed off as blood.";}
#sukru.cpdesc4:before{content:"Despite his sweet, romantic and artistic nature, Sukru is treated as a vibrant rebel of masculine desires. The kind a man can herald and applaud but not necessarily wish for their king. But after the capture of Sukru's older brother Shahen, he was the only king the Mitanni might have. Without confirmation of whether Shahen is alive or dead, Sukru has refused to be coronated as the new ruler of his people. Instead, he operates as ruler in name only, his sister Oshana taking most of the heavy lifting and playing the role of his advisor. Sukru continues to bolster his own performance as a casanova-esque vagrant at social events but is dutiful in making sure he attends every session to which his presence is mandatory. Else his sister, the true ruler of the Mitanni, would be refused entrance. Together the pair work to support the Mitanni people as a part of the Assyrian nation but now, with the return of King Shahen, all may be about to change...";}
#sunae.cpname:before{content:"Sunae Vragittir";}
#sunae.cptitle:before{content:"Her Einvalds, Kónungrson Sunae Vragittir of the Warsong Ostmaðr, Birthed Daughter of Kónungrson Vragi Orinson of the Warsong Ostmaðr and Eiginkona Risa, Royal of Ostjorð";}
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#sunae.cpdesc1:before,#sunae .cpdesc1:before{content:"Like others of the Warsong sippe, Sunae has great faith in the ways of the oracles and fugara. She may not have the 'gifts' of her brothers but Sunae has been a spiritual being from a young age. The stories of the Gods and Ragnarok were her favourite as a child and she consults the Warsong fugaras regularly. It is her hope that such guidance will allow her to contribute to the success and reputation of both her family and clan.";}
#sunae.cpdesc2:before{content:"Her health is partially responsible for Sunae's interest in the other realms and the divine. Since infancy, she has been a sickly and frail child. As a young adult, this translates to bouts of dizziness, frequent fainting and the inability to sleep. Her insomnia sees Sunae wandering her family home at night, a pale ghost in the moonlight.";}
#sunae.cpdesc3:before{content:"Despite her physical limitations, Sunae is slowly proving herself to be incredibly wise. As her mother's assistant, Sunae has studied with tutors, absorbing tales of other lands and nations with the same eagerness she devoured stories of myths and beasts when younger. She is a thoughtful, tactical person who is slowly being given the ear of the Warsong Jarls. No longer truly a child, during meets and gatherings with the clan's leaders, others cease to talk when Sunae has something to say.";}
#sunae.cpdesc4:before{content:"Whilst she is finding her place in the world at her mother's side, Sunae has long-since accepted a piece of herself that will never fit in: her sexuality. She has absolutely no interest in the male sex and seeks the company of only the fairer. Whilst Sunae addresses this part of herself without shame or secrecy, she also does not advertise the fact. One day, she assumes she will have to marry and birth children to help continue her bloodline. But, for now, she has the freedom to do as she wishes... she includes crushing hard on the adorable daughter of the Firetongues' kónungr, Maris...";}
#suntihaiwattama.cpname:before{content:"Sunti Haiwattama Mursiliwadna";}
#suntihaiwattama.cptitle:before{content:"His Excellency, Tabarna Sunti Haiwattama of the Antu' Tahurna, Birthed Heir of Tuhkanti Mursiliwadna Labarna of the Antu’ Tahurna and Lady Gurupudu Nurek, Royal of Hattusa";}
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#suntihaiwattama.cpdesc1:before,#suntihaiwattama .cpdesc1:before{content:"Born out of a love match, Sunti Haiwattama lost his mother at the age of seven and remembers her more through the memories of others than through his own. His father, in particular, had adored his wife and would regale Sunti with stories of Gurupudu to all who would listen. Devoted to his mother's memory and his father's honourable reputation, Sunti Haiwattama worked hard to be a suitable prince of the realm. He diligently learned almost all of the languages of the known world, studied diplomacy and negotiation. He was an avid archer, moderately-skilled swordsman and, with an innate nervous disposition around horses, a terrible charioteer. But, as he grew into adulthood, it became clear that Sunti Haiwattama's talents lay with people, not animals.";}
#suntihaiwattama.cpdesc2:before{content:"Still only the grandson of the Tabarna when he was married, Sunti Haiwattama was, even so, acutely aware of the significance in his choice of bride. Whilst still several generations from the crown, Sunti sat in the direct line of inheritance. Provided nothing happened to him on a battlefield he was rarely allowed to join, he would be king. Which would make his chosen woman queen and likely Tawananna of the entire empire. Despite the example of love set for him by his father, Sunti Haiwattama married for political advantage. His union with an Egyptian courtier gave the Hittite people peace talks and new trade negotiations that saw the southern economy flourish and beautiful silks brought into the country. It was a match that served one and all. Including Sunti himself. For the happiness of his people and fortune of his lands, were of great joy to him.";}
#suntihaiwattama.cpdesc3:before{content:"With Akahepa, Sunti Haiwattama had a good marriage. Despite a lack of passionate love, there was great affection and respect between the pair. They enjoyed each other's company and were not shy to engage in the conjugal act. They had five children together, including four sons ready to inherit the throne. They lived in peaceful joy, a team standing against the hateful machinations of Sunti's step-mother, Hatili Mursiliwadna. Sunti Haiwattama would eventually inherit the crown, as well as the respect and devotion of his advisors, his children and his people.";}
#suntihaiwattama.cpdesc4:before{content:"If there was anything missing from Sunti Haiwattama's life, it would be a grand and passionate love but he neither felt bereft of it, nor sought it. It came to him. After securing a trade deal with the Hellenic kingdom of Colchis that had been under negotiation for nearly six years, the Council of Advisors presented their king with a gift: twenty new women for his seraglio, selected from only the most beautiful ladies across the empire. One of these women was Meryum. Daughter of a priestess in a local temple, Meryum came from nothing but had a sweet temperament and a tender shyness to her beauty that was highly appealing. To add to this, she was a fantastic story-teller, her voice soothing and her eyes enchanting. Sunti Haiwattama began to spend many evenings in her company, craving the melody of her words and, eventually, the warmth of her touch.";}
#suntihaiwattama.cpdesc5:before{content:"Meryum has since provided Sunti Haiwattama with two more children but, more importantly, has been his consistent love and companion for many years. After the death of the wife he greatly cared for, Meryum was Sunti's shoulder to cry upon. She was there for his comfort and his care. Despite an age gap of nearly twenty years, the pair have become true lovers in every sense of the word, sharing a deep and unabiding adoration for one another. Whilst Meryum will never be his wife, for her origins are too poor, Sunti Haiwattama far prefers to keep his favoured concubine out of the political matters that he suspects stole Akahepa's life. Whilst he tells his children that their mother's death was entirely natural, not wishing to poison their lives with hatred, to Meryum he has confessed his true suspicions of poisoning, using it as reason enough to keep her by his side, not upon his throne. Instead, Sunti Haiwattama gives blessings for the happiness he still has in his life: a great love, children of whom he is greatly proud and grandchildren he can dote upon.";}
#suntihaiwattama.cpdesc6:before{content:"Whilst Sunti's eyes may be glazed with familial joy most days, they turn shrewd and clever when assessing the Tawananna Hatili's movements. With her, Sunti Haiwattama must work hard to adapt to every political parry and block every deceitful attack. But he knows his efforts are a mere stalling tactic. Eventually Hatili will grow wearisome of his shields and launch an all-out attack for tyrannical power. And, whilst Sunti's respect for the three-way power divide of his empire prevents him from a pre-emptive, dominating strike, he works to arm his children against the machinations of the conniving witch.";}
#sutekh.cpname:before{content:"Sutekh H'Naddar";}
#sutekh.cptitle:before{content:"His Majesty, Waa'hid S'nesuw Sutekh of Hei Naddar, Claimed Son of Pharaoh Imopehatsuma of Hei Naddar and Iaheru of Thebes, Royal of K’m’t";}
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#sutekh.cpdesc1:before,#sutekh .cpdesc1:before{content:"Sutekh is a young man who has recently had an entire family ripped from his life and another stitch into its place. Born of Iaheru H'Sheifa and raised, for the first 24 years of his life, as the son of her husband Onuphrious, ugly, fast-spreading gossip has revealed the truth: that Sutekh was not sired by his mother's husband; that his father is not the man he has called such his entire life. Unbeknownst to all, the late Pharaoh of K'm't took the married Iaheru to his bed for a night. This attention was not solicited or encouraged. But no-one denies an earth-bound God what he desires. Nine months later, Sutekh was born. And his mother, hoping to hide his parentage for all eternity, has said nothing on the matter. The rumours have come from elsewhere. And, as quickly as they have spread and become accepted as fact, Sutekh's world has fallen apart faster.";}
#sutekh.cpdesc2:before{content:"Growing up, Sutekh's education was firm but fair. Kept to a fine line of responsibilities, studies and future expectations, Sutekh actually flourished under the guiding principles of the man he called father. His bond with Onuphrious was a deep one and he worked hard to be the perfect heir to the Sheifa household. He was innately talented in languages and now speaks most of the tongues in the known world. Numbers were harder for him but a desire to impress his patriarch spurred him to practise until he had mastered the economics of the family business. Naturally athletic, Sutekh learned archery and has come out first place in several competitions across K'm't. Honourable, intelligent, practical and handsome, he was the perfect heir. Until it was discovered that he was no such thing.";}
#sutekh.cpdesc3:before{content:"Now exiled from the Sheifa house by a father he adored and admired, Sutekh has been cut off from his sisters, ostracised from his brother and rendered nonexistent by the man he once called father. His mother still attempts to make contact when their paths cross but her desperate tears are too hard for Sutekh to face and he has been keeping his distance. With nowhere else to go, Sutekh was taken to the royal palace and fallen upon the mercy of his sister. As the head of Hei Naddar, Hatshepsut has accepted her half-brother and initiated proceedings to claim Sutekh as part of her family's lineage.";}
#sutekh.cpdesc4:before{content:"Fitting him with quarters in the royal palace and proactively attempting to get to know him again as her kin, Hatshepsut has been Sutekh's saving grace. And whilst he does not yet care for her the way he does his other sisters, his loyalty to her is absolute, forged in gratitude. He aspires to do nothing that would bring difficulties to her threshold. Which is why Sutekh is placed in a particularly difficult position now that a few Councilman, disloyal to and disliking the new Pharaoh were starting to seek Sutekh's favour... As a claimed son of Naddar, Sutekh is now the heir apparent to the throne of K'm't. A hard reality to swallow for a young man who is still trying to wrap his mind around being a prince!";}
#svein.cpname:before{content:"Svein Jornnson";}
#svein.cptitle:before{content:"His Einvalds, Jarl Svein Jornnson of the Bearkings Ostmaðr, Birthed Son of Kónungrson Jornn Hvikson of the Bearkings Ostmaðr and Eiginkona Gisla, Royal of Ostjorð";}
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#svein.cpdesc1:before,#svein .cpdesc1:before{content:"Svein was cursed from birth. At least, that is how he has always perceived it. In Ostjord, crowns falls to the royal child of most potential, not necessarily the first born. Being second-born to the Ostmadr does not destine one to the role of " doomed spare " as it may in other lands. Svein's curse - to be born second but to a brother of such skill and natural talent as Steinar - is, therefore, felt all the more keenly. In one of the few lands where his birth order might not have hindered his aspirations for power, he was granted an obstacle as impervious and unscalable as his talented brother. Is that is not the true meaning of a curse, Svein doesn't know what is.";}
#svein.cpdesc2:before{content:"Jealousy and bitterness dogged Svein's years of growth. Despite a loving set of parents who attempted to show love and encouragement to both of their sons, in Svein's eyes, there was a enormous rift between himself and Steinar. Where he struggled, Steinar excelled. Where he succeeded, Steinar had beaten him to victory by sheer luck of age. Yet, every comparison in which Svein was found lacking was kindling for a fire of burning ambition. One day... One day, he would take the Bearking throne and prove himself the son of most value. In the meantime... Steinar was handsome, fiercesome and, eventually, became husband to one of the most beautiful women in the Bearking sippe. Still, if Steinar would simply die on the battlefield, Svein's future as a leader and king would open wide... Until the birth of his nephews.";}
#svein.cpdesc3:before{content:"To add insult to injury, Steinar was not only a valiant and honourable king, but had now sired two male heirs. Heirs that, as the years passed, have grown to be as strapping and courageous as their father. Holding onto the chance of kingship with the barest tips of his fingers, Svein has been careful not to rock the boat until now. Putting on a compassionate face and playing the role of faithful brother and devoted uncle is now a habit so complete that it is impervious to suspicion. But beneath the mask... Svein still dreams of more. Since the death of his brother, Svein has held the role of advisor to Gunnar's kingship which, for a time, has satisfied his craving for power. Now, however, with Gunnar an adult and warrior in his own right, Svein's influence is diminishing and his age-old dream of a crown of his own resurfacing. But just how to be rid of his nephews...? And how to secure his own line after his death?";}
#svein.cpdesc4:before{content:"With such odds stacked against him, Svein knows timing will be crucial. Not only must he remove his nephews from contention, but produce a male heir of his own. Svein's efforts to the latter are becoming legendary, taking woman after woman to his bed (sometimes forcefully). Yet, no child has been forthcoming. Another apparent curse from the cruel fates. As for the brothers… Gunnar is the greatest threat. Both of Steinars' sons are respectable, intelligent and powerful fighters. But only Gunnar possesses the charisma of a mighty king. He is the one to whom the clansmen will swear their loyalty. Luckily, Gunnar has a weakness... His love for (multiple) women is opening doors that Svein can manipulate. The first step is already complete: Gunnar's betrothal to Frida Arndottir, cossetted daughter of the Bonemakers' kónungr, is well underway to being a done deal. And yet, Gunnar's passions keep taking him to the beds of others. Svein has only to wait for the engagement to be confirmed, then see that Frida's father discovers Gunnar's true nature. Hopefully after Arne Arneson has already consumed copious alcohol. For what loving father would not cut down a man to treat his little princess so cruelly?";}
#tacita.cpname:before{content:"Tacita Lex Regnum Veneti";}
#tacita.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Tacita Lex Regnum Veneti, Birthed Daughter of Lord Paulus Nobilis Cassia and Lady Octavia Lex Regnum Veneti, Courtier of Roma";}
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#tacita.cpdesc1:before,#tacita .cpdesc1:before{content:"Tacita and her sister Silva are women of two worlds. Born to the Romani people and great grandchildren of the last Roma emperor, the twins were raised in the lap of luxury. From the age of three, after their father died in a tragic accident, their only parental influence was their mother. Octavia was, and remains, a bold and courageous woman. Powerful and authoritative, she is the epitome of female strength and dignity. That is how the world sees her, her daughters included. Growing from child to woman, Tacita felt the comparison between mother and child sharply and she has since worked to forge a path that does not dishonour the matriarch of her House. Such a path has taken her to strange places - the temples of Phoenicia for one - and now return her to the Roma shores, to a world and family that are at once nostalgic and alien. Luckily, Tacita's kind disposition and determination to help are seeing her to make fast friends and new connections in the land of her birth, even as she struggles to come to terms with her mother's new husband and female lover.";}
#tacita.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a child, Tacita wanted to honour Octavia's reputation in the most helpful way she could think of and strove to build a head for numbers. It was her ambition to become an executive of the Veneti industries and to support her mother in all things economic. But, no matter how hard she tried, calculations and currency were beyond Tacita's reach. Into her teen years, the young lady of Veneti became fearful of her own failing shadow, regressing within her own skin and shamed by her lack of achievement. In comparison, her sister Silva was excelling, building a social network and declaring herself its queen. Then, when Tacita and her twin were nineteen years old, everything changed.";}
#tacita.cpdesc3:before{content:"After Octavia was forced to step in and resolve a disagreement between Silva and the daughter of another courtier, a proposal was brought forward. Tacita and Silva's world had grown too small. Tacita had isolated beyond what was healthy. Silva had grown too large in a small pond. Hoping to repair both, Octavia reached out to a Phoenician connection: Rishona of Elhanan. Having done business with Rishona's husband for years, it was the work of a moment to secure passage and a safe haven for Tacita and her sister. They would go to Phoenicia, Octavia declared, and study at the world's first university, for the next eight years. After which they would return home, their worlds and minds broadened.";}
#tacita.cpdesc4:before{content:"Whilst the idea of being so far away from home was a startling terror, Tacita respected their mother's decision, logically able to see the wisdom in her choice. Silva was far less accepting. For years after their arrival in Phoenicia, Silva harboured a deep fury and resentment towards their mother and the homeland that she felt had abandoned them. For Tacita, however, the lands to the east brought opportunity and the discovery of her calling. To her great surprise, medicine and healing was an option for study at the great university in Damascus. And whilst it was not open to women, Elhanan of Ezra was able to attain a special waiver. Studying for weeks at a time in Damascus and returning to the Haviv home in Ammun during festival breaks, Tacita grew into her own person. Still shy, demure and out of her depth in large crowds, Tacita has found confidence through the anatomy studies in which she excels. Particularly after her new skills allowed her to save a man on the shores of Ammun. A talented healer with an inquisitive mind, Tacita has learned the Phoenician ways of kindness and propriety. She likes to dress conservatively and quietly stands in the face of customs that ban women from the profession of healing.";}
#tacita.cpdesc5:before{content:"In recent months, Tacita and her sister have completed their studies and returned home to attend their mother's second wedding. There, they have been shocked to discover the sickly sweet Marius and the courageous Aemiliana both gracing their mother's bed chambers. For Tacita, who has learned the strict manners of polite character, such scandal is beyond her realms of comfort. But Aemiliana does not seem to be a bad person, so perhaps a harmonious state of normalcy can one day be found...? For now, Tacita must turn her attention to her new skills and put them to use. The first step is to volunteer her services to the temples. Temples that would happily accept her aid as a priestess but are less ready to believe in her powers of science and medicine...";}
#tahira.cpname:before{content:"Tahira of the Mekaki";}
#tahira.cptitle:before{content:"Her Blessedness, Leierseunin Tahira of the Mekaki Gesin, Birthed Daughter of Leierseun Mejdan of the Mekaki Gesin and Safara of the Mekaki Gesin, Royal of Bedoa’mt";}
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#tahira.cpdesc1:before,#tahira .cpdesc1:before{content:"Highly intelligent and painfully shy, Tahira has long laid hidden in the shadow of her older brother. Where she excelled it mattered little: for he did it first, normally better and with the advantage of being a man. Tahira gave up many years ago of ever impressing her parents and suffers from classic middle-child syndrome in which nothing is ever good enough and nothing ever praised to a satisfactory level. Instead, she hides within herself, does her duty, works to her hardest efforts and accepts anything that comes her way. Used to eyes glancing over her as her family is appraised, Tahira will one day need someone to bring her out of her shell and show her how to claim the spotlight.";}
#tahira.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a young girl, Tahira was ambitious. She listened to her tutors with the attentive disposition of a woman bent on victory and achievement. But as time went on and she was consistently measured against Siyabonga, only to be found lacking, Tahira has given up on her more adventurous ideals and hopes for the future. Instead, she keeps her head down, learns all she can learn and no longer expects any validation for her attempts. To that end, Tahira is a skilled linguist, an accomplished and well-read healer and an adequate huntress with a bow. Not that anyone seems to notice, for she spends much of her days pouring water and wine for her parents or sitting as a pretty display of power beside the leier.";}
#tahira.cpdesc3:before{content:"When Tahira was sixteen years old she suffered a trauma at the hands of a man. Approached sexually without consent, Tahira has since developed an anxious fear of men. In public, she can behave as normal, provided they do not touch her (as none do, for she is a princess). But even untouching, a private audience with a man is too much for Tahira and she tends to run far from any man who seems eager to make a suitor of himself. Tahira was never able to bring justice upon the man who made her so nervous for he was a prince himself. And she could not bear to bring the Mekaki into conflict with one of their closest allies... the Nubi.";}
#takhmaspa.cpname:before{content:"Takhmaspa an'Kinsalla";}
#takhmaspa.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Takhmaspa of Kinsalla Bêlu, Birthed Daughter of Lord Angal Harburabi of Kinsalla Bêlu and Yaeeta of Babylon, Courtier of Babylonia";}
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#takhmaspa.cpdesc1:before,#takhmaspa .cpdesc1:before{content:"As the first, healthy child born to the Kinsalla family in some time, Takhmaspa's advent was of great celebration: so much so, that her female sex was entirely overlooked. She was a blessing, whether she was a daughter or an heir. Born to a doting father who treated her as a fine and beloved princess and a mother that was desperate to see her flourish to make up for her lack of maleness, it is unsurprising that Takhmaspa is an oddly domineering woman.";}
#takhmaspa.cpdesc2:before{content:"Growing up, Takhmaspa was bossy and privileged. Not to mention egotistical and vain. She was the centre of her social group, the leader of her siblings and the loudest voice at family meals. She was confidence incarnate. With age, however, came a growing reality: women did not behave as Takhmaspa did. They did not shout, they did not demand and they did not lead. Whilst these behaviours were tolerated in a child, as a woman, Takhmaspa rapidly began to lose some of the respect she had cultivated amongst others in her social circles. Adjustments had to be made.";}
#takhmaspa.cpdesc3:before{content:"Led by Takhmaspa herself, her daily duties and lessons took on a new angle: how to fit in. How to be womanly. As an intelligent young woman, the tutorship was not a worthless endeavour and Takhmaspa quickly regained her footing in the courtly world. Her demeanour became sweeter, her countenance more demure. Her character was still there but turned down from a passionate forest fire to an elegant simmer. She smiles, she simpers... she plays the game. In private, however, the real Takhmaspa is often too powerful to resist. Kept locked away throughout the daytime, Takhmaspa returns to old habits in the privacy of her family home. Though, most of her siblings (nor her father) have any issue with this.";}
#takhmaspa.cpdesc4:before{content:"When she was twelve years old, Takhmaspa was given an additional sibling: Vahash. As the son of an illegitimate relationship before her father's marriage, Vahash's arrival in their house caused all number of ripples and, despite her now caring for him as she does her other brother, Takhmaspa has witnessed first-hand the difficulties illegitimate offspring can cause. Because of this, the one area that Takhmaspa has not been a wayward and exploratory young woman, is in the bedroom. At twenty-nine years of age, she remains an unmarried virgin, which has only heightened her anxiety around romantic entanglements. For who would suspect that the bold and unfeasibly popular Takhmaspa an'Kinsalla had yet to know the touch of a man? Any gentlemen who approach Takhmaspa usually think of her experiences, turning her off with their assumptions. Those who might be gentler with her in romance, are sent running by her domineering charm. At this rate, Takhmaspa fears a lonely future awaits her and has begun to consider the idea of asking her father for an arranged match.";}
#tallak.cpname:before{content:"Tallak Vragison";}
#tallak.cptitle:before{content:"His Einvalds, Kónungrson Tallak Vragison of the Warsong Ostmaðr, Birthed Son of Kónungrson Vragi Orinson of the Warsong Ostmaðr and Eiginkona Risa, Royal of Ostjorð";}
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#tallak.cpdesc1:before,#tallak .cpdesc1:before{content:"If his brother and sister are the calm eyes of the storm, Tallak is the thunder and rain. Like Rune, Tallak was born with oracular talents. His dreams are fierce and lucid. He reads the auras of those around him. And he hears constant voices in his head. Such abilities manifested earlier than Rune's and Tallak has now become semi-master of his 'madness'.";}
#tallak.cpdesc2:before{content:"Believing his skills to be gifts from the divine and the cerebral voices the whispers of the Gods, Tallak chooses to utilise such abilities differently to his brother. Whilst Rune seeks to understand his dreams, to learn the ways of the fugara and mythics and eventually help the Warsong people, Tallak does not explore or interpret. His instincts guide him to immediate interpretations of his dreams and he holds to them with a fiery temper that will not be dissuaded. If the Gods have seen fit to bestow him with a message, who is he to critique, argue or extrapolate? Who is he to question? This extremist view has seen Tallak come to loggerheads with Rune on several occasions. These arguments will sometimes be violent enough for the pair to come to blows but, in the end, they are brothers. Their shared gift creates a bridge between them that neither can deny.";}
#tallak.cpdesc3:before{content:"As far as the rest of his family is concerned, Tallak is distinctly loyal and protective. Sunae is his delicate little sister, whom he adores to a fault. His mother, he honours by never arguing her place as matriarch of the Warsongs. As Rune has set his life on the path of the fugara, Tallak is the next likely contender for the crown and yet he does nothing to hurry along his ascension, trusting in the mother he respects so highly.";}
#tallak.cpdesc4:before{content:"This loyalty includes supporting Risa's future plans for the sippe. Plans that involve a semblance of peace between Warsong and the northern lands of Roma. To that end, Risa is in talks to see Tallak engaged to the daughter of the Viatrix Nobilis: Claudia. To this, Tallak is happy to conform, unaware that Claudia's bold and decisive nature is likely to collide with his own quite spectacularly. To make politics at home a little more complex, Tallak has recently envisioned an aura around his cousin Frida Arndottir. One that speaks of destruction and disaster. The only way to avoid such a fate, Tallak is certain, is to see the young shieldmaiden dead...";}
#talora.cpname:before{content:"Talora of Zevah";}
#talora.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Talora of Zevah, Birthed Daughter of Josiah of Samuel and Zevah of Elisheva, Courtier of Phoenicia";}
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#talora.cpdesc1:before,#talora .cpdesc1:before{content:"'Wild' is not a term used for Phoenician women. Ever. And yet Talora is the exception that proves the rule. Stormy, unruly, eccentric, possessed... all are terms that have been applied to this creature. In recent years, as Talora's behaviour has grown even worse, her mother and aunt have worked to keep her reputation barely passable with denials and claims of ignorance. But now, Yahweh has decided to force the truth by bestowing upon Talora a consequence she cannot escape...";}
#talora.cpdesc2:before{content:"Odd and energetic from her youth, Talora spent her childhood desperately trying to appease her mother's expectations. Not because Zevah is a harsh parent but because it brought her and Talora's father such joy when she behaved with propriety. Adoring both her parents, Talora conformed. She kept her scandalous reading material to herself and learned to sew. She bit her tongue on the subject of morality and politics and asked her acquaintances where she might find a good seamstress. She did not ride, she did not drink, she bowed her head and she bit the inside of her cheek. Over and again she fought to be acceptable. And still the whispers continued: that Talora was oddly dark. That she looked at people in a funny way. That she had kissed a girl when she was ten. And then smiled. Despite working as hard as she could, Talora could not escape the image painted of her by those more perceptive than they deserved to be.";}
#talora.cpdesc3:before{content:"And so, the death of Talora's father was a trigger. Her grief over losing such a lynchpin in her life has sent Talora on a downward spiral of chaos. She has indulged herself. With men and women. Often both at once. She has explored the darker undercurrents of Judah, attended festivities and smoking dens. She has read scripts of blasphemy, drank to excess and shown her naked form to far too many. With every sin she committed the more free she felt. And with every freedom, came her guilt. Guilt that this was not the child her father raised. Guilt that he would be heartbroken in the great beyond, for she was sure he could see her crimes. Shame has brought Talora's sense of self-worth down to nothing, which she then punishes with still more depravity, just to feel even a little happiness. If only for an evening.";}
#talora.cpdesc4:before{content:"But now, Talora has truly ruined her life. It has been just over two months since her last courses and she has no way of knowing who might be the true cause of it. With her reputation already in tatters and held together only by copious lies and denials of wrong-doing, no man will accept a union with her now. There is no-one upon whom Talora might be able to place blame for this development. And if it should come to light that all the rumours are true, all the accusations against Talora's character are real... just how will her mother and aunt hold on to the title her father left behind? It seems clear to Talora now that Yahweh is punishing her. That she was broken from the beginning and continues to be a failure of a daughter and sister to sweet little Nedevah and Maeri. So, she has two choices: wallow in despair and try to go back, to conform as she once did. Or screw everything to hell in her own rebellion as both a woman and a mother. Talora knows only one thing is certain: whichever choice she makes, it cannot blow back on her ever patient and loving family. She will not allow it.";}
#tanatalos.cpname:before{content:"Tanatalos of Lands Afar";}
#tanatalos.cptitle:before{content:"Tanatalos of Lands Afar";}
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#tanatalos.cpdesc1:before,#tanatalos .cpdesc1:before{content:"Tanatalos is a loud man, it's the first thing people tend to notice about him. He knows how to command attention and he loves doing it. The second thing most people notice is how handsome he is. He's not everyone's type, but he's most certainly most people's type. He seems like a friendly and nice street performer to most, but his past holds a much darker truth.";}
#tanishe.cpname:before{content:"Tanishe of the Zaire";}
#tanishe.cptitle:before{content:"Her Blessedness, Leierin Tanishe of the Zaire Gesin, Birthed Daughter of Leierseun Hunai of the Zaire Gesin and Lindiwe of the Zaire Gesin, Royal of Bedoa’mt";}
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#tanishe.cpdesc1:before,#tanishe .cpdesc1:before{content:"The eldest daughter of the great Hunai - a prophet and leier to the people - Tanishe grew up in a family that adored and loved her. Including the young orphan boy Hasani, that her father was so fond of. She played with the little boy often and the two of them grew through their teenage years together. When it was time for her to marry there was no question of whom she loved most. Hasani was her first love in life, his second wife Neena was Tanishe's second. Since then, the pair have been focused on continuing their so far fruitless efforts of trying for a child and dealing with the loss of the missing Neena.";}
#tanishe.cpdesc2:before{content:"Growing up, Tanishe was a devoted daughter to her father and a spitfire handful for her mother. Lindiwe was a woman of order and clarity and young children offer little of either. Particularly Tanishe. The first princess was energetic and wild. She spent most of her time playing with the orphan boy her father had taken in and the other male children of the shujaa. She loathed to remain still in lessons more befitting her gender and loved the outdoor planes over the shady cool of the tents. Despite a deep love between them, Tanishe and her mother could never seem to see the world from the same perspective and would regularly fall into arguments and shouting. It was to her wise father, who was equally civilised as his wife but far less judgmental that Tanishe turned, building a strong father-daughter bond. To this day, Hunai’s advice and prophetic words of wisdom are regular, welcome guests in Tanishe’s mind.";}
#tanishe.cpdesc3:before{content:"As she aged, Tanishe matured. She found more peace in the quiet moments and learned to appreciate her mother’s more feminine ways. Helping to care for her father in his death and tending to her sickly brother were powerful turning points in Tanishe’s life. Her burgeoning elegance found a purpose and anchor-point: the calling to heal. Despite her wilder youth, Tanishe had always been kind, mocked by the boys whenever she struggled to kill when out hunting. In her adult years, Tanishe’s softer nature and unyielding stamina naturally blended with the tireless work of a healer and she has, ever since, devoted herself to others. When she is not actively administering to the wounded, she is gathering the minimal plant-life from the land, tending to herbs and poultices or generally researching maladies, however she can. She and her mother now share a powerful bond of shared tragedy, adult understanding and genuine friendship.";}
#tanishe.cpdesc4:before{content:"With her brother too young and ill to take on the mantle of Leier after their father’s death, the title fell to Tanishe’s new husband: the favoured orphan boy who had been her partner in life all through her childhood and would continue to be so. Between Hasani’s male strength and Tanishe’s noble wisdom, the pair lead the Zaire with a fair and firm hand. They are well respected by their people and lead the Zaire as the foremost authority on philosophy and wellbeing. The one area in which Tanishe and her husband did not fare well is in producing an heir. Despite years of trying, Tanishe has suffered the tragedy of multiple miscarriages and a stillbirth but never the joy of motherhood.";}
#tanishe.cpdesc5:before{content:"In the hopes of bringing a new child into the family, Hasani married a second woman. The addition of Neena to the household was a joint decision between the married pair but Tanishe never expected to fall for her sister-wife as hard as her husband had. Both Tanishe and Hasani were drawn to Neena’s adventurous soul but it is that same spirit that recently took her out of their lives. Now, Hasani and Tanishe must weather two heartbreaks: the child that still seems never to appear and the loss of the woman they both loved…";}
#tasia.cpname:before{content:"Tasia of Vasiliádon";}
#tasia.cptitle:before{content:"Tasia of Vasiliádon, Citizen of Taengea, Hellas";}
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#tasia.cpdesc1:before,#tasia .cpdesc1:before{content:"Tasia has inherited her mother Meena's cunning and ambition. Unlike her mother, however, such aspirations come with an arrogance of self-entitlement. Tasia was born to a world in which she is princess in all by name. The daughter of a legendary general and prince of the realm, Tasia has been raised in finery and prestige. But she is still, technically, an illegitimate child without claim to inheritance or true social standing.";}
#tasia.cpdesc2:before{content:"In this sense, Tasia must fight for what she believes to be entitled to: namely wealth and luxury. Among her peers, Tasia is known for her crafty machinations and mean-girl bids for popularity. Before older women and prominent Courtiers, however, Tasia adopts the mask of a young girl of sweet and unassuming character. To all who matter, butter wouldn't melt in Tasia's mouth as she curtseys, flatters and simpers her way through life. Such efforts have given her a place among those who might have otherwise rejected her for her illegitimacy and Tasia is careful to make the most of this. She has a private store of gold and jewels and she has a list of accumulated favours a mile long. Not to mention the real currency of Taengea –gossip, scandal and leverage.";}
#tasia.cpdesc3:before{content:"It is Tasia's ambition that she will soon find a man of her own. One of a strong enough standing that she will be set for the rest of her days. Love is unnecessary. She can find that elsewhere after her marriage. But marriage itself is the key. After all, it is the one achievement her mother has never been able to manage and is the one hole through which Tasia's life might tumble should Meena ever lose favor with her lover. Time for this match, however, is running out, for Tasia has an odd tremor in her fingers that is refusing to go away. Meena has recognised Tasia’s symptom as one from a disease her own mother suffered with, and now fears for her daughter. For who will marry a young woman already plagued with inexplicable shaking? In Tasia’s grandmother, the disease only grew worse with age, making Tasia fear for her ability to hide the condition in the future. If she is to marry well, snagging a husband whilst her trembling comes in easy-to-hide episodes is essential.";}
#teomananurtu.cpname:before{content:"Teoma Nanurtu Nasepilu";}
#teomananurtu.cptitle:before{content:"His Highness, Tuhkanti Nanurtu Nasepilu of the Antu' Ammuna, Birthed Heir of Tuhkanti Nasepilu Kinasa of the Antu’ Tahurna and Hāssas Gyzla Ammuna the Antu' Ammuna, Courtier of Hattusa";}
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#teomananurtu.cpdesc1:before,#teomananurtu .cpdesc1:before{content:"For four generations the Ammuna family have governed and protected the sacred city of Alinna. For the seven before that, Teoma Nanurtu's ancestors lived within its walls, honourably serving the local Antuhsa and aiding in the city's prosperity. That is, until the death of Teoma's father Zade Nasepilu. Only eleven years of age when his father passed, Teoma was not yet eligible to take leadership of his family name. Without brothers or cousins to take up the mantle, rule of the Ammuna house was won by Teoma's mother, Gyzla. A passionate and articulate woman in Court, Gyzla's promises were vast and boastful. She would serve the city well, she would see it flourish in its trade and faith. And she would pass that responsibility on to her son when the time was right.";}
#teomananurtu.cpdesc2:before{content:"Promises, as it turned out, are easier made than kept. Gyzla was a woman of great fire and determination, but her abilities did not always measure up. In many instances, her gender became a barrier when negotiating with foreign traders. Where her femininity was not the problem, her preference for drink and opium interfered. The temples of Alinna were not properly funded and the iron forges burning at the province's core fell into disrepair, producing mediocre supplies. Assigned to the local military on his mother's orders, Teoma was ignorant of the state of Alinna's affairs. His duty, he believed, was to apply himself to the craft of discipline and strength; that the lessons he honed in combat would serve him well as a leader to his family and city. By the time Alinna's rotting heart was finally exposed, Teoma was twenty-four years of age. The keys to the city were taken from Gyzla and she was escorted to the nearest labour quarry as a criminal slave for her incompetence. She passed away a year later from a failing liver. At Gyzla's arrest, Teoma was given the opportunity to turn the city around. Trust, the king said, was being placed in his bloodline: born to a royal line on both sides, Teoma Nanurtu could surely not fail? But if the great citadel was not brought back to its shining state in short order, the Council warned, Ammuna would lose their standing and the province would be reassigned.";}
#teomananurtu.cpdesc3:before{content:"For seven years, Teoma has worked night and day to reclaim his family's honour. Such efforts have been executed both behind the scenes, under piles of paperwork and missives, and down on the ground. Teoma Nanurtu spent a month in the forges, learning the physical craft of iron-making. He studied in the temples, mopping floors, cleaning statues and develping a true understanding of what each and every service required of their Antuhsa. He travelled abroad to secure new economic connections. And, two months ago, he married Hinti of the wealthy House of Zuziya to bring in investment. For years, bringing back a new age of pride and profit for his family has been Teoma's sole focus in life. And he almost succeeded.";}
#teomananurtu.cpdesc4:before{content:"As Alinna's stability grew, Teoma's own house was becoming unruly. His sister, Gyzel, in particular, was becoming far too free-spirited for the likings of certain powerful individuals. In a single afternoon, with the wrong word to the wrong person, Gyzel destroyed every one of her brother's efforts for the last seven years. After disturbing a religious ceremony and insulting the Tawananna herself, Gyzel was lucky to keep her head. In exchange for her life, Teoma accepted a forced relocation of the household. On the surface, an Antuhsa being relocated from the prestigious Alinna to the mighty fortress of Carchemish, is a linear move; neither negative nor positive. In fact, some might argue that it is testament to Teoma Nanurtu's efforts and efficacy that has him now in charge of such a large and integral city. But those at Court know the truth. This is an exile. Particularly when the roots of the Ammuna family go so deep beneath the walls of Alinna.";}
#teomananurtu.cpdesc5:before{content:"In Teoma's place, the prince Berat Piluwanda has been installed as Antuhsa of Alinna. Friend to Teoma and respectful of all the man has done to repair the damage left by his mother, Prince Piluwanda has (privately) vowed that he'll return the city to the Ammuna family as soon as the Council can be convinced. In the meantime, Teoma must dig deep for hidden reserves of energy, learn an entirely new city with completely different requirements of their Antuhsa and win the good favour of those that might see his family reinstalled in their homeland. And he must do it all, already operating on burnout.";}
#teomananurtu.cpdesc6:before{content:"Unsure how to handle a sister he loves but with whom he is furious, Teoma Nanurtu has sent Gyzel to the capital, where she'll be kept under the close watch of the high temples. Ure, who adored her home in Alinna, must be comforted in Carchemish, for Teoma fears her fragile temperament will not hold up if estranged from her family. Thankfully, Teoma has but one saving grace in his world. One star of light amidst his dark burnt out state... The woman he has been slowly falling in love with ever since he met her eight weeks ago: his wife.";}
#thaddeus.cpname:before{content:"Thaddeus of Tzephaniah";}
#thaddeus.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Thaddeus of Tzephaniah, Birthed Son of Tzephaniah of Lazaros and Naomi of Yerushah, Courtier of Phoenicia";}
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#thaddeus.cpdesc1:before,#thaddeus .cpdesc1:before{content:"Thaddeus is the most homely of his brothers. Like Amiti before him, Thaddeus has grown to love Damascus and does not feel its limitations the way his sibling does. There is always something to see, something to learn, and Thaddeus takes great joy in exploring her streets and people. Friendly and chatty, Thaddeus is always eager to make new acquaintances amongst the traders and merchants who enter Damascus on a daily basis. Exploring the markets and listening to stories from far off lands is Thaddeus's favourite pastime but it is enough to content him. Thaddeus would far rather listen to wondrous tales than go live them himself.";}
#thaddeus.cpdesc2:before{content:"Instead, Thaddeus finds adventure and wonder closer to home. Though a man of great faith, like his father before him, Thaddeus is more spiritual than scholarly. He has never taken to long hours studying by candlelight and prefers open sunshine. Whilst his brothers dream of the grandeur of the world, Thaddeus can think of nothing more glorious than God's creation right here at home and takes great joy in hiking the mountains around his home to sit and watch the sun rise or set upon the world. Amiti and Shiloh might seek something larger than life, but Thaddeus finds significance in the intimate rawness of the world's details.";}
#thaddeus.cpdesc3:before{content:"Only five years old when his mother left, Thaddeus's scars of abandonment are more internal than his older brother's. Whilst he sets blame for her leaving squarely upon Naomi's shoulders, Thaddeus works to understand his absent mother, assuring himself that she must have had her reasons for disappearing. Because of this approach to his childhood trauma, Thaddeus is generous in spirit and thoughtful in his approach to women. He does not tar them with the same brush his brother does, yet has still never risked his heart in a long-term or serious relationship, preferring to keep his liaisons short, shallow and light-hearted. Whilst Thaddeus vows that he simply hasn't met the right woman yet, a scholar of the mind might identify commitment issues in this lost little boy.";}
#thaddeus.cpdesc4:before{content:"To make matters more complicated, Thaddeus has begun to notice bizarrities in his everyday life. People he does not remember meeting have begun waving to him in the streets and he is often waking in the morning with a strange nausea and exhaustion. What Thaddeus does not know is that he is not alone in his head. The alter he carries with him enjoys drinking and merriment to a higher degree than Thaddeus, often leaving him hungover. More seriously, it seems only a matter of time before the “virgin” Thaddeus wakes in the bed of a stranger, for his alter enjoys heated romantic entanglements with both men and women.";}
#thandolwethu.cpname:before{content:"Thandolwethu of the Ubuntu";}
#thandolwethu.cptitle:before{content:"Her Blessedness, Mhenga-Sema Thandolwethu of the Ubuntu Gesin, Royal of Bedoa’mt";}
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#thandolwethu.cpdesc1:before,#thandolwethu .cpdesc1:before{content:"Thandolwethu is a proud,strong woman and the epitome of a Bedoan wife, despite having been widowed several decades ago. A woman of power, authority, grace and wisdom, she is also the first person to insist upon the man of the house being lord and master. Raised in a world where the husband is king and the son is prince, Thandolwethu treats her son and grandson with all the doting a woman could give to the men in her life but, equally, with the strict expectations of becoming heirs to her husband's legacy. Her blunt personality can come across as harshness to those who don't know her and firm compassion to those who do. She is most stringent on her son's wife and any other woman determined to enter into the Ubuntu first family, for her husband's lineage is now in her charge to protect. Still referred to as Her Blessedness by anyone outside of the family and as Thandi-ouma by those within, Thandolwethu is a legend amongst more than her own tribe and a testament to the power and duty of a woman who accepts her role beside the men of her world.";}
#thandolwethu.cpdesc2:before{content:"Thandolwethu lost a brother long before she was even born. An accident stole Hikkanu, the first-born, from her family. Her mother was never the same afterwards. Whilst Thandi of the Ubuntu continued to produce children, her maternal heart died with Hikkanu and her two other boys were left to be raised almost solely by their father. Thandolwethu too. Desperate for a mother's love, Thandolwethu worked hard in all pursuits, hungry for the attention of both parents. Her father was a strong and compassionate man but born of his culture meaning that he had no understanding of the ways of women and did not instruct his daughter so. Instead, Thandolwethu grew adept at war tactics and discussions on trade. By the time she was ten years old, she could not only understand the matters being debated by the menfolk, but make her own poignant suggestions. Then, tragedy befell the family once more.";}
#thandolwethu.cpdesc3:before{content:"Jamar of the Nubi was known as an ambitious leader of men. In 1030 BC, his war cry for glory led Nubi warriors to the boundaries of the Ubuntu gesin and men were summoned to fight. Whilst her father was no shujaa, Thandolwethu's family were combat-driven and known for their skills with a spear. Both of her brothers and her father took up arms against the Nubi. By the time the conflict ended, Thandi of the Ubuntu had lost all of her sons. But not before Bellalu, Thandolwethu's older brother, had given his life in an attempt to save the Ubuntu leier. Edi of the Ubuntu later died of his injuries but his son was afforded the chance to say goodbye and arrange for his burial. Such a gift was priceless but Tafadhal could offer one boon of thanks at least... the union of his son and future leier to Aberani's only surviving child: Thandolwethu.";}
#thandolwethu.cpdesc4:before{content:"Betrothed at ten years old through her dead brother's bravery, Thandolwethu's life changed dramatically. She left behind her grieving parents and became the ward of the leier household. Whilst she and Abeer would not truly marry until they were older, it was from this moment on that Thandolwethu was treated as royalty. Her masculine-dominated childhood gave her wisdom and perspective and her new education expanded to take stock of more feminine pursuits. Abeer's mother, Isoke, took Thandolwethu under a kindly wing, finally fulfilling the young girl’s need for maternal care. It is for this reason that Thandolwethu, though married into the royal line, appears so much a part of it.";}
#thandolwethu.cpdesc5:before{content:"Upon the death of her husband, a man she had grown to cherish deeply, Thandolwethu had her son for comfort. Child-bearing had turned out to be a challenging task for Thandolwethu, much to her disappointment, and amongst the multiple miscarriages, stillbirths and children who only lived a few days there had been one survivor: Udo. Only sixteen when his father succumbed to illness and now the leier of the second-largest gesin in the Sahara, Udo was not yet prepared for the burden that had fallen upon his shoulders. Thandolwethu, however, was. She took charge of matters, supported her son through his early reign and ensured that the people never lost faith in the first family bloodline. Since then, she has moderated, supervised and supported Udo in his marriage to Amarachukwu and been blessed to witness the birth of three glorious grandchildren. Despite much tragedy, Thandolwethu has proven herself stronger than the most battle-scarred warriors and continues to serve her people and her son as the much exalted matriarch of the Ubuntu clan.";}
#thea.cpname:before{content:"Thea of Thanasi";}
#thea.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Thea of Dynasteía Thanasi, Birthed Daughter of Lord Dionysios of Dynasteía Thanasi and Basilem Ulla of Dynasteía Kotas, Courtier of Colchis, Hellas";}
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#thea.cpdesc1:before,#thea .cpdesc1:before{content:"The three Thanasi sisters are legendary in their homeland. With dark, seductive looks and cool, calculating temperaments, the title of ‘witch’ has become firmly mounted upon all three of Dionysios’s daughters. Although Evras is the least deserving of the pejorative and Nethis the most likely to actually kill by poison, Thea is perhaps the woman for whom ‘witch’ is actually most apt. An odd social creature and a devoted maenad, Thea has a gaze that cuts through social foibles, sees through walls and drills into your very skull.";}
#thea.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a child, Thea was content to remain in the shadows. Between Nethis, who inspired fearful awe, and Evras, who so sweetly charmed, Thea was left to find her own passions in the space of the quietly forgotten. This is perhaps why, of the three girls, Thea is closest to her brother Dysius, whose achievements never seem to pass muster, and whose heirdom is forgotten in Nethis’s domineering wake.";}
#thea.cpdesc3:before{content:"As time went on, however, Thea became very comfortable in her darkness, at home in the moonlight. Let her siblings burn bright. Let them worry as to the future of the Thanasi. Thea would find her glory and joy in religious practice and entreating the god of wine and sorcery. Leaving behind social decorum and expectations done years ago, Thea now luxuriates in her oddity and deviance, from her nude rituals under the equinox moon to strange bathing and sexual practices. Her commitment to her faith is so intense that some might wonder if Thea has had a mental break with reality, as she giggles inappropriately and wails into the night.";}
#theodora.cpname:before{content:"Theodora of Mikaelidas";}
#theodora.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Varóni Theodora of Dynasteía Mikaelidas, Birthed Daughter of Lord Georgios of Dynasteía Leventi and Lady Evelli of Dynasteía Leventi, Courtier of Taengea, Hellas";}
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#theodora.cpdesc1:before,#theodora .cpdesc1:before{content:"Theodora is a woman of complex wants and desires. Her heart torn in two and her behaviour out of sync with her morals, she is left floating on the ocean of her life, wondering how it has come to this and too self-centred to recognise that she was set adrift by circumstances of her own making. Though focused internally, Theodora is not truly selfish. Were she to lift the mask of her own delusions she might adjust her behaviour, fearing its impact upon those she truly loves. But such a mask is so comfortable and gives her all she could desire... so why would she ever risk taking it off?";}
#theodora.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a young girl, Theodora was taught etiquette, language, music and horsemanship. But she never took to any of them with the same aplomb as her sister Selene. Although the world saw her as just as lovely as her older sibling, Theodora was her own harshest judge, placing herself in crippling second-place. Her natural self-assurance and personal confidence could not abide such a ranking and she set about finding something of her own, something in which she might excel. She found Emilios.";}
#theodora.cpdesc3:before{content:"A second-born himself and equally haunted by a man who would always be his superior but whom he loved too much to truly envy, Theodora saw her own predicament mirrored in Emilios. Alongside this familiarity was the novelty of sexual exploration: for Emilios was more a lover than a fighter. His courtship of Theodora was masterful and her wild temper was soon tamed by his flattering attention. As a match between the pair would be little more than a lateral political move and Theodora's uncle was set on upward marriages for all his nieces, Theodora feared her affair with Emilios would meet with disapproval. And, if there is one love that Theo craves more than any other, it is the love of her parents. The love between herself and Emelios was therefore kept secret, escalating the intensity and allure. It did not matter that they could not share their love with the world: among a crowd of sisters, Theodora had found something that was solely her own. A secret only she knew. A love only she could experience.";}
#theodora.cpdesc4:before{content:"It was then arranged that Theodora would marry Achilleas. Misunderstanding the arrangement to “Prince Irakles's son”, Theodora had already agreed to the match before she realised it was to Achilleas, not Emilios. And, after an acceptance, to renege would be to bring shame to the Leventi name. With such pressure to appease her family and ensure good marriages for her younger siblings by achieving one herself, Theodora eventually went through with the match. If Theodora were truly self-aware she might have realised that the chaotic emotion of loving one man and marrying another was nourishment to her highly dramatic nature. As much as she cried, complained and wailed her adoration for one brother, nothing would have stopped her from marrying the other.";}
#theodora.cpdesc5:before{content:"With Achilleas came security. A position as the daughter-in-law of a Prince, the main inheritor of a large Mikaelidas estate and the social might of being on the arm of one of the most respected and handsome men in the kingdom. All are necessary joys in Theodora's life. But then there is Emilios... Unable to give up the passionate drama of her affair with Emilios, but equally unwilling to let go of the materially superior world as Achilleas's wife, Theodora walks a dangerous tightrope on which she balances everything she could possibly want in life. Of course, if anything is to scratch the surface of this careful charade, everything will fall apart in a scandalous tumble, taking family and friends with her. Luckily, Theodora is too focused on her own wondrous, exciting life to worry about such guilt...";}
#thulani.cpname:before{content:"Thulani of the Ubuntu";}
#thulani.cptitle:before{content:"His Greatness, Leierseun Thulani of the Ubuntu Gesin, Birthed Heir of Leierseun Udo of the Ubuntu Gesin and Amarachukwu of the Ubuntu Gesin, Royal of Bedoa’mt";}
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#thulani.cpdesc1:before,#thulani .cpdesc1:before{content:"The eldest son of a great hunter and peacemaker, Thulani is a man desperate to go to war. With the Ubuntu tribe free of conflict for many years now, such combats appear as adventures to a young man eager to prove himself. Without a scar to his name or real fear in his heart, Thulani is left to practise and fantasise, wielding weapons with great skill but little experience. For now, Thulani seeks distinction in the only way he can: the evolution of invention, and hopes to one day be marked with half the glory and respect his father has accumulated over the years as leier. One might wonder at Thulani’s need to prove himself a man, until they realise that he has yet to tempt a woman to his bed…";}
#thulani.cpdesc2:before{content:"Thulani might seek the respect of his father’s men but often fails to notice that he already has it. Growing up, Thulani was a thoughtful and clever boy. He was a natural prankster and had a talent for escaping blame. He was charming and engrossing for both kids his own age and the older boys. His skill with a slingshot grew to talent with a bow and whilst Thulani has always been a slender sharpshooter over a burly warrior, his courage and tenacity has never been in question. Yet, Thulani fears never being worthy of the honour afforded him as the son of the great Udo.";}
#thulani.cpdesc3:before{content:"This fear has grown only stronger since Thulani became a man. Whilst his peers began taking carnal interest in women, Thulani struggled to summon the same enthusiasm. Only for a quiet boy, one from a low born family, did Thulani’s sensual interest seem to awaken. Disgusted at the idea of desiring his own sex, Thulani has squashed any romantic thought akin to it into obscurity in his mind. And a good thing too… for that boy was found dead two years later under foggy circumstances. But denying what is present in Thulani’s heart does not replace something that is absent. And Thulani continues to try and find allure in the sex he ‘should’ be chasing. Especially now that peers are beginning to wonder at his lack of marriage.";}
#thulani.cpdesc4:before{content:"As an excuse for not taking a wife, Thulani has turned to his passion projects: inventions and tactical weapons for war. At this time, such pursuits have only been applied to hunting game across the sands but the eager warrior within Thulani hopes that they will one day set him apart upon a true battlefield. If only the Ubuntu would have needed war once more: than Thulani could become a true and glorious warrior, awaken the man inside who will want a woman and finally be worthy of the title of Udo’s heir.";}
#titania.cpname:before{content:"Titania Nobilis Netuno";}
#titania.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Titania Nobilis Netuno, Birthed Daughter of Lord Rufus Nobilis Netuno and Portia of Venici, Courtier of Roma";}
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#titania.cpdesc1:before,#titania .cpdesc1:before{content:"Growing up in a supportive and loving environment has served Titania both well and ill, depending on who you ask. Despite common beginnings, Titania's mother is a woman of honourable standing amongst the nobility and her father even more so. Both respect their children, allowing them to flourish in an environment where they feel both heard and seen. This reassurance and security has moulded Titania into a confident and secure individual with a hint of arrogant intelligence and teenaged superiority.";}
#titania.cpdesc2:before{content:"Protected from the world at large but armed with a vast education of the potential dangers, Titania has a false sense of infallibility. Whilst not gullible enough to fall for the lies or manipulations of her peers, she will often strut into an entrapment, over-confident in her ability to escape.";}
#titania.cpdesc3:before{content:"When it comes to the other girls her age, Titania does not play well with others. She far prefers the company of her mother and older women who compliment Titania's poise and self-assurance. She preens under the flattery of her elders and works hard to be seen as an elegant young woman, despite her youth.";}
#titania.cpdesc4:before{content:"Whilst her peers might consider Titania spoiled or prideful, hard work underpins her achievements. Like her mother, Titania's dependable work ethic has seen her excel in her classes - particularly in astronomy and divine scripture - and has led to her now being in training as a priestess of Juno. Titania tackles her duties at the temple with such diligence that she is now approaching the same rank as her aunt Marina. Given the quiet hostility Titania has learned from her mother in reference to Marina, this is now a rivalry in which Titania is determined to come out victorious. Regardless of whether her foe is even aware that they're in competition.";}
#titus.cpname:before{content:"Titus Nobilis Benedi";}
#titus.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Titus Nobilis Benedi, Birthed Son of Lord Pompeius Nobilis Benedi and Lady Valeria Nobilis Benedi, Senator of Roma";}
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#titus.cpdesc1:before,#titus .cpdesc1:before{content:"It is not easy to grow up blamed for the poor health of another. Titus knows this better than anyone. Upon his advent into the world his charming and sweet-natured mother Valeria changed dramatically. Whether it was the difficulty of the labour, some internal upset or a curse bestowed by the Gods, no-one knows. But Valeria was no longer the woman she was and Titus was the cause.";}
#titus.cpdesc2:before{content:"Growing up, Titus's family were not openly hateful towards him. But he felt the blame in their sidelong glances and laboured silences. Whether real or perceived, this familial distaste frayed Titus's nerves and sensitised his temper. Now a quick to trigger hot-head, Titus is easy to offend and hard to calm down. He's also unsympathetic to others when it comes to something he wants. A new rank within the temples, an increased living allowance from his father... a woman. It doesn't matter. Titus wants what he wants and as everyone hates him anyway, he'll use whatever means necessary to claim it.";}
#titus.cpdesc3:before{content:"When it comes to his family, Titus goes through the motions. He obeys his father, suffers his mother and plays the role of moderately reliable brother. Titus sees no reason to offend or cast away those who are predisposed to support him when he needs something. But if any of them were to get in the way of his true desires, they would see a very different, apathetic nobleman.";}
#titus.cpdesc4:before{content:"To this end, Titus possesses zero mortal loyalty. His devotion lies with the Gods but nowhere else. He'll betray his family for the right price, his woman for the right beauty and his lands for a fair boon. Only Claudia Nobilis Viatrix seems to have triggered a familiarity if not fidelity in Titus. Whilst he repeatedly fails to remain monogamous to their secret liaison, Titus does return to the northern beauty over and again, quite happy to beg for mercy and vow promises he'll never keep in order to crawl back between her legs.";}
#titus.cpdesc5:before{content:"Loyalty is not the same as possession. And whilst Titus falls at every step when it comes to protecting interpersonal relationships, he will stand and fight any who try to take what is his. And that includes Claudia. Just how he'll react when he discovers she's to be engaged to another man is anyone's guess...";}
#tobiah.cpname:before{content:"Tobiah of Moshehh";}
#tobiah.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Tobiah of Moshehh, Birthed Son of Moshehh of Seth and Eleora of Reeva, Courtier of Phoenicia";}
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#tobiah.cpdesc1:before,#tobiah .cpdesc1:before{content:"Appearing so much like the mother who died at his birth, Tobiah is the apple of his father's eye and a constant reminder of the maternal figure his brothers lost. Chaotic, noisy and very clumsy, Tobiah is a romantic in nature and is forever falling in love with one girl or another. Some may call him fickle in his attentions but the truth is that Tobiah falls hard every time; always with every piece of his being and every inch of his heart. At least until the next pretty girl catches his eye. Tobiah loves music, dance and the excitement that can be found from life. He enjoys the city festivals and loves to explore the place he calls home, especially when he should actually be completing his chores in the family Bayith.";}
#tobiah.cpdesc2:before{content:"The youngest of four brothers, Tobiah is more than aware that he will never inherit the title of Mahnheeg. And he is content with this. Power and the ability to dominate have never interested him and the idea of being responsible for the safety and livelihoods of others only scares him. Instead, Tobiah would much rather be the source of another's joy. He likes to tell jokes and make others laugh. He is kind and charitable to the point of quirky. And he can never seem to get anything done without making a supreme mess.";}
#tobiah.cpdesc3:before{content:"Tobiah is an accomplished musician of multiple forms of lyre but he does not always need his instrument in hand to make music. Give him a few sticks or the palms of his own hands and he will make a rhythm, a melody and a racket. Just like his mother, everything comes from a noisy and wondrous place with Tobiah and his intentions are always good. But this doesn't stop him being continuously scolded by the father who adores him and yet must constantly apologise to others for his son's antics.";}
#tobiah.cpdesc4:before{content:"Tobiah has no great ambitions for his future besides a wife and family. He is content in his own city and does not think he will ever leave. But maybe one day he shall be forced to. Maybe one day he will be whisked from all he knows and loves. And then he will finally be forced to grow up. Or perhaps he will stay right where he is, becoming the central sunshine around which his family will orbit.";}
#torgeir.cpname:before{content:"Torgeir Tallison";}
#torgeir.cptitle:before{content:"His Einvalds, Kónungr Torgeir Tallison of the Ironwind Ostmaðr, Birthed Heir of Tallis Torinson of the Ironwind Ostmaðr and Eiginkona Aino, Royal of Ostjorð";}
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#torgeir.cpdesc1:before,#torgeir .cpdesc1:before{content:"Torgeir was born to a line of distinguished and respected fighters. One might even call them gentlemanly. The art of honourable combat is strong in his bloodline and, ever since he became an inheritor and enactor of those beliefs, he has held the respect of the Ironwind people. The Jarl Chieftain of Ships for many years, Torgeir is also a skilled sailor and captain upon the seas; a talent highly respected in the Ironwind clan. It was well known for years that Torgeir was eyed to be clan leader after the passing of Nosu Frodeson. A rumour that was not appreciated by Nosu' son-in-law, Skarde Skrigson. The fact that Torgeir had been in love with Skarde's wife Frya since they had both entered puberty, only caused additional, subconscious friction between the men.";}
#torgeir.cpdesc2:before{content:"But when Skarde betrayed the Ironwind clan for a position of power in the Blacklock Hill sippe, Torgeir's life took a profitable turn. Frya was now divorced from her traitorous husband and the road to kónungr was free of rivalry. He took to both roles with a natural grace respected by all. With the love of his life at his side, Torgeir took on greater responsibility, honoured his family name and now leads his comrades and brothers as king. He adopted Frya's daughter Signý as his own, giving her such love and devotion that, when she came of age, Signý took his name over her biological father's. He also sired his own child with Frya, a son and heir: Björn.";}
#torgeir.cpdesc3:before{content:"In playing father, Torgeir was well-practiced. With their parents dead in their youth, Torgeir had played guardian to his young, half-brother Erick for many years. And now Erick is a part of their household as if he were born to it. Many believe that Erick will take Torgeir's mantle as king when the time comes but Erick insists that he would prefer being loyal Jarl to the true heir, Björn. Either way, Torgeir has two loyal 'sons' that might see his legacy continued.";}
#torgeir.cpdesc4:before{content:"For now, Torgeir focuses on his clan and its proud, intelligent history. Nosu and his brother Unes's pact remains, keeping connections between the Ironwind and Bonemaker clans strong. Torgeir also has respectful ties to the Warsongs and even the elusive Northriver men. With the Bearkings, he has a curious relationship. Frya, along with her first husband, once promised Steinar Jornnson that their children would one day marry, to turn their friendship into kinship. With Skarde's decision of war claiming Steinar's life, such a friendship was lost to him, but Frya has miraculously kept the relationship intact with Steinar's brother, Svein. To that end, almost in an effort to shame Skarde, Svein has agreed to marriage talks between one of his nephews, Calder, and the daughter Skarde has lost. Torgeir is encouraged by this match and Signy and Calder are soon due to meet with the hopes they will find a potential match in one another. The fact that his brother, Erick is in love with his adopted sister-niece, has completely escaped Torgeir's notice, making his arrangements with the Bearkings something of a powder keg that he is willingly allowing into his home...";}
#tukana.cpname:before{content:"Tukana Karkesh";}
#tukana.cptitle:before{content:"Her Highness, Hāssas Tukana Karkesh of the Antu' Suppilu, Courtier of Hattusa";}
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#tukana.cpdesc1:before,#tukana .cpdesc1:before{content:"Wealth and stature is not solely the possession of the nobility. Merchants or powerful military families also hold great sway and power in the Hattusa empire. Tukana was born to just such a family. Her parents were each from successful trading groups, combining their riches into a significant wealth. To elevate that union further, their primary trade was supplying military units weaponry, armour and basic amenities. As their sole child, Tukana was due to inherit a vast income upon their deaths, whilst the business side of the family would be inherited by a distant cousin. Such a dowry, plus great beauty, made Tukana the object of every male's eyes growing up. The adoration made her vain, materialistic and ambitious. Not to mention closeted and naive of the way the world truly works. Whilst some might say that Tukana's heart would be in the right place, if she only knew where to put it, she instead comes across as arrogant, prideful and utterly selfish at most social occasions; an admirable trait for a man looking for a new matriarch to his household...";}
#tukana.cpdesc2:before{content:"By birth, Tukana has no siblings. But growing up, she had a brother. As the daughter of a wealthy merchant, Tukana was given every material desire she could wish for, including a body slave of her very own. Lutus was a few years Tukana's senior, which made him taller and stronger: a suitable bodyguard and companion when the wealthy little girl was out and about. But, as they each entered into puberty and their fledgling years as adults, this small age gap turned Lutus from a peer and friend, to an older, mysterious attraction. Soon, experimentation in love and temptation began. Tukana swore her slave to secrecy, for fear that Lutus would be taken away if her parents knew of their more private activities. But this deception was perhaps the catalyst for the following, twisted events...";}
#tukana.cpdesc3:before{content:"Had Tukana someone to speak with, a friend to confide in, she might have been able to decipher her feelings for Lutus sooner. Without advice or influence, however, Tukana existed in her own bubble of reality. Lutus satisfied every personal need, whilst her parents brought in a heavy flow of money. And, joy of joys, the picture was to be perfectly complete with a powerful husband on her arm. When negotiations were opened between Ibram Karkesh and Tukana's father, two men who were long-time friends and business partners, Tukana saw no conflict with her current life. Marriage, after all, was not solely about passion. And Ibram Karkesh already had a son and heir. The significant difference in their ages did not bother Tukana, nor the fact that she would actually be younger than some of her new husband's children. She would have a powerful man to call her own, she would take Lutus with her into her new home - for he was her property - and she would have the most blissful of lives.";}
#tukana.cpdesc4:before{content:"It did not take long for Tukana to realise her naivete. Just days into her marriage with Ibram Karkesh, Tukana realised not all marriages were like her parents'; a couple who slept in separate quarters and barely looked at one another over the dining table. Ibram wanted more from Tukana than she had expected. They were to sleep in a shared bed every night, he was to take her body whenever he wished, and he kept an eye on her company with a jealous possessiveness not overtly inappropriate for a newly in-love groom. Not only were such demands hard to satisfy for a woman who had never looked twice at the man she was now wed to, but they cut Tukana's time with her precious slave to very little. In fact, Tukana was forced to play seductress to her husband, promising all kinds of sexual favours just for her to be allowed to keep her slave in the house.";}
#tukana.cpdesc5:before{content:"Then, disaster struck. Just a few weeks past, Lutus made an error. It was small and might have been overlooked, if it had not been conducted against a prince of the realm. Prince Haiti Suppiliuma had been visiting the Sapinuwa battlements when Lutus's mistake almost cost him injury. Whilst the crown prince himself was forgiving of the error, Ibram Karkesh was not. In order to satisfy his honour, and the honour of his family, he insisted that Lutus be put to death. Now, Tukana's beloved slave sits in a prison in Hattusa, awaiting his execution. As his crime was minor, his sentence is still to be scheduled, meaning Tukana could have months, or days, to convince her husband to retract his decision and intervene. But just how to convince her husband to spare the life of a man, whom she has been vowing to hold only master-slave affection for this past year? To make matters worse this new and prestigious life of hers is the only one Tukana now has. After the death of her father last year, Tukana has no family to return to, should her husband accuse her of adultery; this is her one and only chance of securing a life of comfort for herself. With so much at stake, Tukana must now consider something she never has before: is Lutus worth losing everything? Especially when (she now realises) he has never told her he loves her. Just how much of this great love she holds for the man has been real? And how much was Lutus simply obeying his mistress?";}
#turahtepeniya.cpname:before{content:"Turah Tepeniya Bursilya";}
#turahtepeniya.cptitle:before{content:"His Highness, Tuhkanti Tepeniya Bursilya of the Antu' Hantili, Birthed Heir of Tuhkanti Bursilya Hantili of the Antu’ Hantili and Gerith of Kizzuwatna, Courtier of Hattusa";}
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#turahtepeniya.cpdesc1:before,#turahtepeniya .cpdesc1:before{content:"As head of a waning House, Turah Tepeniya has his work cut out for him. Either he rises above the sticky, rumour muck that now attaches itself to his family name, or he bows out of the nobility with what little grace he might still possess. Neither option appeals, but both hold their benefits. Whilst maintaining their status as a noble family would normally be paramount, having to support the doweries and eventual marriages of his two female cousins mean Turah must consider the positives of a clean slate. Hold onto a past that might one day be clean once more? Or brighten the futures of those he cares for by taking the less scandalous path?";}
#turahtepeniya.cpdesc2:before{content:"Turah Tepeniya's difficulties began with his father and aunt. Known as a progressive nation, more accepting of differences than neighbouring lands, there is little in Hattusa that is considered truly taboo. Questionable, perhaps. Inappropriate for discussion in public circles, certainly. But not truly boycotted. Sibling incest, however, is one of the few topics openly aborred. And the Hantili family have spent the last eight years attempting to clean their name of just such dirty rumours.";}
#turahtepeniya.cpdesc3:before{content:"For many years, the Hantili's were a respected family. Despite ruling over the largest trading port in the entire empire, the vast transactions and currency exchanges, not to mention the expense of keeping the city and its harbour in a workable condition corralled any major profiteering and the Hantili family were never excessively wealthy. Nor is their connection to the royal line any stronger than other extended Houses. Never possessing a leg-up in the world of politics, it was the Hantili's credibility that bought them power. Respect and honour was strongly connected to their family crest and those of more regal bloodlines were eager to do business with a House so well accounted for. Until the year 980. From seemingly nowhere, gossip began. Both Turah Tepeniya's father and his aunt had been widowed for many years. The two branches of the family lived close to one another and spent much of their time in communal company. But Daliya Bursilya and Anna Hantili's time together was frowned upon. Too many nights spent in one another's homes, too many suspicious looks across Courtly gatherings. Rumours started to fly and then to snowball. Before long it was openly regarded as fact that the brother and sister of the Hantili clan were incestuous lovers. The truth of the matter - whatever it was - did not seem to matter to anyone. Only the joy of scandal.";}
#turahtepeniya.cpdesc4:before{content:"For several months, the accused pair counselled their family in silence. The less discussion there was on the subject, the sooner it would go away. Unfortunately, this mature approach could only last so long. Riled by a particularly insulting and drunken courtier, Daliya Bursilya, after months as the center of the cruellest of gossip, drew his sword in defence of his sister's honour. A scrambling duel followed and Daliya Bursilya was killed. Whilst posthumously pardoned for his injuries against the man in question, Daliya Bursilya's aggression only added fuel to the rumour mill's fire. Heartbroken at the loss of a brother she had deeply loved, and unable to cope with the progressing scandal alone, Anna Hantili took her own life just weeks after her brother's demise. The next generation of the Hantili family were left to pick up the pieces.";}
#turahtepeniya.cpdesc5:before{content:"As the last male in line and now guardian to his cousins, Turah Tepeniya took charge. He sent Merit and Anya away to study in Roma with the Netuno family, old business associates and friends of the Hantilis. He then set about tackling the business of Kizzuwatna alone. With the damage done by scandal, it has been all Turah Tepeniya can handle in the last eight years to hold on to his position as Antuhsa of the trading hub. Beyond that, he has had to build back into fruition deals that had been keeping their family's treasury afloat. Working night and day for nearly a decade has now brought Hantili close to the position it once held. But still their reputation remains unclean. The looks cast upon Turah Tepeniya at Courtly events are full of curious suspicion. And, despite his age, not a single marriage proposal has been broached. With his cousins recently home, Turah Tepeniya must make a hard choice. Does he offer them the same trials he has been fighting with since their parents' deaths? Or does he respectfully resign his position as Antuhsa and live off the sizable sale price of his family's land and household in the city? With such wealth and away from the gossip circulating in higher circles, Turah Tepeniya might find suitable matches for Merit and Anya, not to mention a less stressful life for himself... But are such benefits worth the loss of a legacy carried down for seven generations?";}
#tython.cpname:before{content:"Tython of Kotas";}
#tython.cptitle:before{content:"His Majesty, Basileus Tython of Dynasteía Kotas, Birthed Heir of Basileus Silas of Dynasteía Kotas and Lady Kaiti of Dynasteía Antonis, Royal of Colchis, Hellas";}
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#tython.cpdesc1:before,#tython .cpdesc1:before{content:"As first born son to the kingdom’s monarch, Tython’s place in the world has always been set in stone. Crown prince and eventual king of Colchis, he has been given everything in life he could need. As a child, this included tutors in language, politics, military strategy and economics. At nine years of age, he was given a sword for the first time and his mentors were replaced with masters of weaponry and physical skill. By the time Tython was fourteen, he was a deadly fighter and intelligent young man… he was also incredibly arrogant.";}
#tython.cpdesc2:before{content:"A life of plenty plus a work ethic of devoted persistence, created in Tython the idea that everyone can succeed and those who don’t are merely lazy. Concerned at his son’s lack of empathy for those in poorer circumstances, King Silas ordered that Tython be sent to the Midas mines. His identity was to be unknown and his experience in the tunnels the same as everyone else’s. There, Tython learned what it means to suffer and the inescapable limitations many have upon their own lives. In particular, he befriended a young boy his age who taught him the meaning of teamwork and of kindness. When the boy died in a small cave in, unable to achieve the dreams he’d spoken of as they mined, Tython was forever changed.";}
#tython.cpdesc3:before{content:"The six months Tython spent below the earth were so transformative that it begot a family tradition that Tython would enforce upon all four of his future sons as a lesson in humility. Tython has learned that whilst every person deserves the chance to dream and to live long and peaceful lives, some require the help and protection of others to do it. It is this protection that the crown should provide. Suddenly, going to war was a matter of duty, not a path to glory.";}
#tython.cpdesc4:before{content:"Tython has grown to become a powerful and mighty king. But his armies are equalled in might by the respect and loyalty of his people. His sons and daughter most of all. With Athanasia, Tython dotes on her courage and free spirit, his love for his daughter seeing her perhaps too guarded from the rest of the world to allow her to mature. In his male heirs. Tython sees a strong foundation for Colchis’s future but only if they can be taught the lessons he experienced years later than he should have. To that end, Tython has trained his boys like beloved soldiers, putting swords in the hands of babes and forcing them to excel beyond their peers from the moment they could walk. Equally, he champions humbleness and an attitude of serving others: the Kotas men are given the luxury of such early and exceptional training because it is their duty to protect their people. The Kotas are servants. Not kings.";}
#tythra.cpname:before{content:"Tythra of Drakos";}
#tythra.cptitle:before{content:"Her Highness, Basilem Tythra of Dynasteía Drakos, Birthed Daughter of Basileus Silas of Dynasteía Kotas and Lady Kaiti of Dynasteía Antonis, Royal of Colchis, Hellas";}
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#tythra.cpdesc1:before,#tythra .cpdesc1:before{content:"Born a headstrong princess to a military family, Tythra was destined to exceed the limits of her sex. As a child, Tythra was devoted to her father, the warrior king of Colchis. She missed him during his war efforts in the north and voraciously absorbed his battle stories when he returned home. From a young age, Tythra learned the mental art of war, though she had little interest or skill in the practical techniques of sword or bow. Instead, she absorbed lessons in dominance and cerebral violence –lessons that would serve her well in her future at Court.";}
#tythra.cpdesc2:before{content:"As the years passed, Tythra’s loyalty to her sire naturally expanded to include her brother. As Tython grew to emulate King Silas, continuing the Kotas line with strength and dignity, Tythra became his home-bound shield. In seasons that saw Tython travelling to the Northern Lands, Tythra was the Kotas authority back home, even after her marriage took her out of the name officially. Tythra holds a distinct pride in the House of Drakos but is also, at her core, equally a Kotas.";}
#tythra.cpdesc3:before{content:"Thankfully, Tythra’s duty of keeping the home fires burning has been shared in recent decades. Tython’s marriage to Yanni of Dimitrou brought a second powerful woman into the royal house of Midas. Navigating the initial awkwardness of each woman finding their place at Court brought Tythra and Yanni close. Now, they stand as sisters-in-arms against any that threaten their lands or the crown of the man they each love in their own way.";}
#tythra.cpdesc4:before{content:"In growing from child to adult, Tythra never lost her regal, aggressive edge. It simply matured, moulding into a powerful social presence that has her seeing a Court event as a battlefield, her handmaidens as soldiers. Meeting Yanni only escalated this growth, Yanni’s natural grace and cool demeanour filing away Tythra’s rougher edges. Now, Tythra is a combination of her past and her present. Aggressive enough to fight for her seat as the only female Head of House in Hellas. But savvy enough to slide into that seat with grace and propriety, avoiding the combative ripples that might have become waves had she bullishly charged in.";}
#tythra.cpdesc5:before{content:"Tythra is an intelligent, calculating woman and a skilled orator who knows exactly when to push boundaries and when to play the feminine demure. Mother of two children, she is not the most maternal of women but her love for her offspring is strong. She seeks to embolden them, educate them and lift them to new levels of achievement as she has done herself, not necessarily recognising that her children’s own desires might deviate from her well-intentioned plans.";}
#tzephaniah.cpname:before{content:"Tzephaniah of Lazaros";}
#tzephaniah.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Mahnheeg Tzephaniah of Lazaros, Birthed Heir of Lazaros of Isaiah and Esther of Yedidah, Councilman of Phoenicia";}
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#tzephaniah.cpdesc1:before,#tzephaniah .cpdesc1:before{content:"Tzephaniah is a man of great faith and love for his city province. To him, Damascus is a place of sanctity, sacredness and peace. He believes the city to be the greatest place on earth; the most holy and closest to God. He does not understand why anyone of faith would want to live anywhere else, aside from perhaps Jerusalem. Tzephaniah's strict faith and passionate devotion to scripture leaves little left for his sons. But he works hard to ensure that each of his children have a special and unbreakable connection with the divine so that they might feel love in other ways. Of Amiti, Tzephaniah is increasingly proud. In Thaddeus he hopes to one day find growth. And upon Shiloh, Tzephaniah can only smile, for he loves his innocence and cannot yet bear to see it tainted by the realities of the world.";}
#tzephaniah.cpdesc2:before{content:"A devout scholar from a young age, Tzephaniah has always had a great love of books and believes in recording the events of the city around him for posterity, spending an hour every evening dedicated to writing down the comings and goings of the people of Damascus. When he was a teenager, Tzephaniah met a woman of such purity and timidity of soul, he felt for sure she must have been a holy woman. Taking her as his wife and producing three sons from the union, Tzephaniah could not have been happier with the future set before him. Until the day he discovered his demure and pure wife in bed with another man. Torn between heartbreak and confusion, Tzephaniah heard nothing of his wife's complaints that he paid her no attention or showed her no love; his ears only registered her determination to leave. She and her lover abandoned the city of Damascus that night. Ever since, Tzephaniah has borne an exaggerated distrust, unease and, to a point, fear when it comes to the supposedly " fairer " sex.";}
#tzephaniah.cpdesc3:before{content:"Instead of pursuing a new relationship and marriage, Tzephaniah has held true to marital vows that have never officially been annulled. This lack of divorce might be a sign of Tzephaniah's true love still lingering in the corners of his heart, or a simple oversight from a man who is entirely blinkered and single minded in the daily tasks he chooses to pursue.";}
#tzephaniah.cpdesc4:before{content:"With regards to his children, Tzephaniah has raised them with the practical skills to exist in the world but has done little to address the potential trauma left by their mother's departure. Feelings and emotions are animal instincts that deserve the restrictions of civilised society and the practice of faith. Tzephaniah sees no merit in addressing them. Instead, he yearns to keep Damascus rich in piety, always liaising with the Council to bring in the supplies and necessities that the mountainous city cannot provide for itself. This is his true calling; his true love. And his sons will surely follow in that same devotion, never falling as he did for a tricksome pretty face.";}
#udo.cpname:before{content:"Udo of the Ubuntu";}
#udo.cptitle:before{content:"His Greatness, Leier Udo of the Ubuntu Gesin, Birthed Heir of Leierseun Abeer of the Ubuntu Gesin and Thandolwethu of the Ubuntu Gesin, Royal of Bedoa’mt";}
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#udo.cpdesc1:before,#udo .cpdesc1:before{content:"A man of good nature and thoughtful harmony, Udo is an impressive and courageous fighter but is better known as an orchestrator of peace. Whether using his skills in diplomacy to avoid war or calmly dispatching his enemies for the good of his tribe, Udo is kept on his path of duty and honour by the guiding light that is his mother and the supportive nature of his wife, who are both with him as a united force in everything he does. Udo takes great joy in his children though is becoming concerned that his son does not seem to have taken a liking to any of the women in the tribe so far… Which is a problem, given Udo’s secretly declining health.";}
#udo.cpdesc2:before{content:"As the Ubuntu is one of the larger gesins in the Sahara, Udo’s father was a busy man throughout his childhood. When present, he took great pride in his only son and heir but his repeated and continuing absences made his paternal bond more of a concept than anything based in reality: the man deeply loved his heir, not Udo as a person. Instead, Udo’s youth was presided over by his mother, a bold as brass woman with strict etiquette and firm opinions on the way of the world. Udo was never at a disadvantage in learning the ways of a Bedoa’mt man however, for Thandolwethu had many brothers and grew up in a world in which males were to be supported by their women folk. If anyone knew how to raise a powerful leader of men, it was Thandolwethu.";}
#udo.cpdesc3:before{content:"As he entered his teen years, Udo began to understand the pressures of eventually becoming leier and any small loss or regret he had felt towards a lack of paternal care evaporated. He grew to understand that the leier of a gesin has not one child to care for but hundreds. And though Udo does much in his life now to avoid becoming absent like his father, he does not harbour any hostility towards the memory of his sire. Instead, he strives onward, hoping to build upon a legacy that has, thus far, seen the Ubuntu flourish.";}
#udo.cpdesc4:before{content:"In that ambition, Udo has been very successful. Firstly, the Ubuntu are known to be great hunters and Udo has followed in those prestigious footsteps. Known for his skill as a killer across the sands, Udo is equally famous for the respect and dignity he gives to the hunt, to his men and to his prey. He is also open to adapting traditions, using his son’s tactics and inventions in the pursuit of food. To his people, Udo is a well-respected leier who is wise enough to combine the evolution of tomorrow with the proven successes of the past.";}
#udo.cpdesc5:before{content:"Udo considers his marriage to Amarachukwu to be his greatest achievement as both a man and a leier. He credits the success of their union to them never being a political match and based solely on their great and passionate love for one another. This love has produced three children upon whom Udo dotes his love, care and very particular attention so that he can bond with each of them on a personal level: from Thulani’s dignified and private nature, to Amalhe’s medicinal skill and then to Eshe’s open heart and witty mind. To his mother Udo is devoted beyond measure and to his wife a slave amongst men. To his people he is a powerful figure of bravery and intelligence. Just what could possibly go wrong for the Ubuntu, with such a captain at the helm? Well, for starters, Udo could admit to the fact that he has recently been, on occasion, coughing up blood…";}
#ure.cpname:before{content:"Ure Nasepilu";}
#ure.cptitle:before{content:"Her Highness, Hāssas Ure Nasepilu of the Antu' Ammuna, Birthed Daughter of Tuhkanti Nasepilu Kinasa of the Antu’ Tahurna and Hāssas Gyzla Ammuna the Antu' Ammuna, Courtier of Hattusa";}
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#ure.cpdesc1:before,#ure .cpdesc1:before{content:"Ure is a sweet girl with a bright smile. But she has always been a little fragile. With her father's passing when she was four, then her mother's arrest in her teen years, Ure's interpersonal connections were broken and disjointed from the beginning. Her brother served in the militia away from home for many years and her sister was a social butterfly, fluttering where Ure feared to tread. Now, her sister has been moved to the capital, and Ure's home taken from under her feet. The world is cracking around her and she knows not where to turn for security...";}
#ure.cpdesc2:before{content:"Always nervous and timid by nature, Ure is quiet and jumps at sharp noises. She is a picky eater and not particularly talented in academia or physical skills. She enjoys stitching and linen work and favours warm places. As a child, she would often sneak to the forges of Alinna, a sweet and silent shadow amongst the busy workers. She would find a quiet corner and sit with her fabric and needles. Unlike others who suffer from shyness, Ure doesn't fear society. But she does prefer to linger on its peripheral, never the center of attention. To that end, she finds the temples a perfect medium. Constant traffic of worshippers and yet nothing that she must see personally. She serves in the temples often, sweeping floors or tidying away the books and is content with her unobtrusive life.";}
#ure.cpdesc3:before{content:"Of course, the recent exile of the Ammuna family from the prestigious Alinna to the fortress of Carchemish in the Hittite borderlands has been an abrupt shift that Ure has not handled well. To make matters worse, her brother is newly married, bringing a stranger into their home, and Gyzel has been sent to the capital. Ure must now adjust to an entirely new homelife, rebuilding her relationship with her brother and starting one afresh with his wife. But how to build a secure and warm home life, when one struggles to talk in more than awkward mutterings and stammering questions...?";}
#ursula.cpname:before{content:"Ursula Nobilis Benedi";}
#ursula.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Ursula Nobilis Benedi, Birthed Daughter of Lord Pompeius Nobilis Benedi and Lady Valeria Nobilis Benedi, Courtier of Roma";}
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#ursula.cpdesc1:before,#ursula .cpdesc1:before{content:"Of all her siblings, Ursula has perhaps the greatest potential and yet the most violently clipped wings. Most recently, those same shears have been applied to her hair, sentencing her to public shame and ridicule and prompting the kingdom's most famed womaniser to seek entertainment in her humiliation. Ursula is lucky that she holds such a resilient character and constitution but sometimes she wishes it wasn't so often put to the test...";}
#ursula.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a child, Ursula's potential shone soft and small. But it was there. A diligent worker and a quick thinker, Ursula grasped complex theory and philosophical texts with ease. Science and medicine were a curious exploration. Language is a twisted, entertaining challenge. Whilst words were a struggle and seemed to jump about on the parchment before her very eyes, verbal instruction was easy to digest and rapidly excelled Ursula's learning. Despite remedial tutorship throughout her teen years, Ursula has never been able to grow truly literate and now hires scribes to read the latest articles and academic principles to her aloud.";}
#ursula.cpdesc3:before{content:"In social circles, Ursula has several true friends; minimal in number and vast in quality including Gloriana Nobilis Evander, Tacita Lex Regnum Veneti (to whom she has played correspondent for the last eight years) and Lupa Nobilis Viatrix. In the eyes of most others, Ursula is thought to be arrogant and aloof. Serious and thoughtful by nature, Ursula dislikes the vapid games of the Court and refuses to engage in shallow, materialistic chatter. Many whisper that the Benedi lady thinks herself above her peers and steer clear of Ursula's discerning tastes. This suits Ursula just fine.";}
#ursula.cpdesc4:before{content:"Compounding the distance between Ursula and her peers, is her mother. Valeria is well known in the Romani Court for being cursed with madness. She is at once a fearful subject and a comedic joke. And Ursula is the one to bear the brunt most of all. Long-term caretaker of her mother, Ursula helps to run the Benedi household whilst her brother Argus takes care of the family's business affairs. By association, contempt for Valeria has poured over into Ursula's reputation but never so excessively as in the last few weeks. Late one night, Valeria had become convinced that evil spirits lurked in Ursula's hair. Thankfully, her attack on Ursula's long, glowing locks was a silent one, else Ursula's throat might have been at risk from Valeria's shears. Instead, only her pride was taken when she awoke the next morning to discover her mane of hair less than an inch long.";}
#ursula.cpdesc5:before{content:"In a world where a woman's hair is her currency; her trade in beauty and power, Ursula has bravely shunned all mention of a wig. Refusing to hide herself or her mother's sickness from the world, Ursula holds her shawn head high, knowing that those who truly respect her will not care for her looks. Curiously, the most prominent figure to continue his association with Ursula is Erotus of the House Evander. Whilst Ursula appears self-assured in her own maturity and place in the world, years of chide remarks and degrading looks have taken their toll. Deep down, Ursula's subconscious tells her she is unworthy. So just what would Roma's most notorious seducer of beautiful women ever want with her?";}
#urukursuli.cpname:before{content:"Uruk Ursuli Karkesh";}
#urukursuli.cptitle:before{content:"His Highness, Tuhkanti Ursuli Karkesh of the Antu' Suppilu, Birthed Heir of Tuhkanti Karkesh Narsi of the Antu’ Suppilu and Hāssas Ellem Hantili, Courtier of Hattusa";}
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#urukursuli.cpdesc1:before,#urukursuli .cpdesc1:before{content:"Uruk Ursuli has two great loves of his life: women and the sea. His family ranks a close third. When home, Uruk Ursuli is a protective big brother to his sisters and a son who respects his father without being blind to the man's faults. When away, he spends most of his time as a military officer at the fortress city of Karatepe. From here, he spends his leisure time sailing up and down the coastline, loving the feel of the open waters beneath his feet and the salty breeze in his hair. Disliking political upheavals and finding economic trade the dullest of occupations, Uruk Ursuli has no great excitement for his future as head of the Suppilu trading family. That being said, he respects that this is his duty and will eventually capitulate without argument. Until then, however, he is taking every opportunity possible to live the life he would have wanted for himself, if he'd been given the choice.";}
#urukursuli.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a boy, Uruk Ursuli grew quickly, already approaching five feet eleven inches by his seventeenth birthday. Broad in the shoulder and handsome in face, it was not a surprise to anyone that Uruk Ursuli was a fast favourite with women. Taking every opportunity afforded him, Uruk Ursuli has become a skilled and generous lover and an experienced user of different smokes, drugs and alcohol. In his later years, the more reckless use of substances, gambling and duelling has been left behind, replaced by maturity and his responsibilities as Captain of the Karatepe militia. The bliss he finds between the legs of women, however, has been one dopamine hit Uruk Ursuli has not wholly let go of. It has, however, been tailored. Now thirty-four and still unmarried, Uruk Ursuli has noticed a change in the eyes of his female admirers. Where there was once only passion, expectation has joined their admiring stares. To avoid his flirtations becoming false promises, Uruk Ursuli now keeps his desires sated only in brothels. His refusal to engage in romance with high class women in recent years has prompted rumours that Uruk Ursuli is in love, or entangled in some scandalous hidden affair. Neither are true. Uruk Ursuli simply has sisters and detests the idea of raising the hopes of a woman like them when all he currently seeks is the oblivion of a good lay.";}
#urukursuli.cpdesc3:before{content:"Since his father's second marriage, Uruk Ursuli has disliked his home life. The open antagonism between his sister Hadi, and their father's new bride makes their family homestead uncomfortable. He has therefore been open to his father's recent idea to send him abroad. The Suppilu's have achieved great success in the Hittite economy. But with the Zuziyas still monopolising the greater trading lines of the empire, the Suppilu's may have grown as far as they can reach in their native land. Instead, Ibram Karkesh is proposing that Uruk Ursuli be sent to Assyria, or perhaps Hellas, in order to secure greater trading ties with foreign powers. Not a great linguist, Uruk Ursuli fears learning a new language in which he's supposed to negotiate complex trading agreements, but he cannot deny the appeal of escaping a tense household and taking to the deck of a ship for a true voyage across the seas…";}
#vahash.cpname:before{content:"Vahash an'Kinsalla";}
#vahash.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Vahash of Kinsalla Bêlu, Claimed Heir of Lord Angal Harburabi of Kinsalla Bêlu and Rebqa of Arrapkha, Courtier of Babylonia";}
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#vahash.cpdesc1:before,#vahash .cpdesc1:before{content:"The son of a youthful, clandestine triste between his parents, Vahash's future could have taken many paths. Most of which would have been unsavoury, scandalous or just plain miserable. Instead, he was lucky in his sire: a man who not only wanted him but was diligent enough to fight for a place in the life of his illegitimate child. In his early years, Vahash grew up with his mother but was never in any doubt that he was loved by his father in equal measure. He and Rebqa lived a quiet and happy life in one of the poorer boroughs of Babylon, despite Harburabi's repeated attempts to move them to finer quarters. Whilst young Vahash began resentful for his mother's constant refusal of such luxuries, he grew to appreciate her confidence and backbone. Rebqa refused to be a kept pet or mistress to a powerful man and remained matriarch over their little family of two. It was from her that Vahash learned to respect the choices and power of women.";}
#vahash.cpdesc2:before{content:"Still, Harburabi's attempts to pour money upon Vahash were not wholly denied. For his education, for his necessities, Rebqa was willing to accept financial support and Vahash was able to attend institutes and tutor programmes reserved for the sons and daughters of the highest classes. There, he learned the meaning of social hierarchy and that he occupied a very specific place upon it: low. Bullied as a younger child, then mocked and derided as an early adult, it wasn't until Vahash's later teenage years that the tables suddenly turned. Over three summers, he grew nearly twenty inches. And his natural streak of aggressive energy had been put to good use in military training. This led to both height and muscular breadth. To the point where whispers and mocking were no longer braved to his face. At twenty, Vahash was officially taken into Harburabi's family and residence. His name made the family register and he was given a home with his father, step-mother and half-siblings. He was now a full-fledged son of the house of Kinsalla, well-educated in the ways of the upper classes and had an intimidating image that evoked respect. His transformation was complete.";}
#vahash.cpdesc3:before{content:"In the seventeen years since, Vahash's life has been a complex balance. Attempts to bond with his half-brother Dagan have slammed up against jealous rivalry (on Dagan's part). His genuinely close relationships with his new sisters were tested by scandalous gossip of incest. His desire to please his father with his achievements has had to be moderated so as not to outshine his siblings. One area in which he has never felt conflict, however, has been between his parents. Harburabi has been accepting of every moment Vahash spends back home visiting and supporting his mother. All in all, Vahash has managed to navigate this tender path in life. But several major shifts now spell trouble for his future.";}
#vahash.cpdesc4:before{content:"The first is his parents, particularly Harburabi's determination to win over Rebqa once more. Whilst a happy reunion between the two would be, in some ways, joyous for Vahash, he has several misgivings: his mother has lived a life of regret and heartbreak for so long, would entangling her feelings with Harburabi again put her at risk of greater sorrow? In addition, would his own mother becoming Harburabi's new wife turn the tables of legitimacy in the family and threaten his already delicate relationship with Dagan?";}
#vahash.cpdesc5:before{content:"On top of this predicament is a romance of another kind, in which Vahash has more of a starring role than he would like. Once upon a time, Vahash felt the stirrings of love for a woman: a woman who was due to become wife to his brother. Unbeknownst to Vahash, his feelings at the time were mutual. With his place in the Kinsalla household a more precious possession than any female (especially one he thought indifferent to his affections), Vahash allowed the moment to pass. Dakina married Dagan and their life together grew before his eyes. Years later, Vahash considers the affection a moment of puppy love, unknown to all but himself. Until now. Now, Dakina's sister has discovered the truth and is threatening its exposure, blowing apart Dagan's marriage and likely bringing their rivalry to blows. The price for her silence is Vahash in her bed and his vows of marriage. The first, Vahash is happy to acquiesce. Since his teen years, Vahash has enjoyed women to the fullest and is now the sufferer of a full-blown addiction to sex. But the second...? Given his distaste for Narseh as a person, the second condition is a sentence Vahash would not wish upon anyone, least of all himself. So, for now, he must hope that satisfying her between the sheets will keep her mouth shut and her ambitions for the future temporarily forgotten...";}
#valeria.cpname:before{content:"Valeria Nobilis Benedi";}
#valeria.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Valeria Nobilis Benedi, Birthed Daughter of Pius of Etrus and Lady Valerie Nobilis Benedi, Courtier of Roma";}
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#valeria.cpdesc1:before,#valeria .cpdesc1:before{content:"As a child, Valeria was a highly sought maiden. Fortune favoured her in both her birth - to the wealthy Benedi line - and her face - for she was beautifully handsome. Intelligent, quick-witted and artfully talkative, Valeria was a must invitee of any party and a firm friend to have in one's corner. She was as sweet as she was vivacious and naturally harboured the perfect balance of when to speak and when to listen. She was beloved by all she met and her hand was a treasure chased by many men.";}
#valeria.cpdesc2:before{content:"Pompeius was the gentleman to win such a favour. Her second-cousin and heir to his own share of the Benedi fortune, their marriage manifested Pompeius and Valeria as a power couple of the state. Whilst Pompeius was considered far less likeable than his older brother, stern and unyielding, Valeria was good for him. She brought a smile to his face and a softness to his judgments in the Parliamentum. For three years, rumours abound that Valeria's kindness was a magic all its own, a tamer of grumpy noblemen. Whilst Valeria was not in love with her husband, she grew quickly fond of him - or at least of teasing him. Her life was one of contented luxury and she continued to see friends and flourish in her past times of embroidery and gardening. Her future appeared rosy.";}
#valeria.cpdesc3:before{content:"Whilst Valeria's first child was born prematurely, and after almost two days of labour, the pregnancy was in all other ways uncomplicated. It was not long before Valeria was expecting again and, after taking great joy in her son, she was eager to welcome another child to her family. In comparison, Titus's arrival was bloody and agonising. Complications arose, Valeria's body was put under immense strain, and the physician tending to her feared for her life. In the end, Valeria survived. But not as she had once been. Initially, Valeria was only subdued. Keeping to her chambers for weeks after Titus's birth, she seemed uncaring of the world. Nothing could rouse her joy, nothing could lure her smile. Then her temperament grew worse. Her moroseness became punctured with angry outbursts, her eyes rolling and anxiety spiking. She began to ramble, to prattle of punishments from the Gods and the hellish horrors of the afterlife. Then she would sink into quiet oblivion again.";}
#valeria.cpdesc4:before{content:"Whilst her husband sought a return to their normal lives, Valeria seemed to offer no such mutual effort. When passionate and angry, she felt alive and validated with no need to change. When depressed, she did not care to attempt anything. In its broken, discombobulated manner, life went on. Valeria would have three more children. Daughters whom she adored and seeked to bond with one moment, then stared at as if they were strangers the next. For years, physicians were called to the Benedi household. From the furthest reaches of Roma and the known world, healers were brought. None could explain this replacement personality that was claiming Valeria's mind. One surmised that perhaps she had suffered a bleed in the brain during Titus's birth. An injury to the head that had twisted her perception of the world. Another claimed her soul to be blackened and cursed. No-one could offer definitive proof. By the time Valeria's youngest daughter was five years old, hope was lost. After nearly a decade of Valeria's outlandish behaviour, the Benedis were forced to accept their new matriarch as a permanent change.";}
#valeria.cpdesc5:before{content:"It is unclear just how empathetic Valeria is to those around her. At times, she is almost light-hearted, her small smile and kind eyes an echo of her previous self. But even in such a fine state of mind she seems unaware of the traumas she inflicts when her good mood sours. Sometimes she appears catatonic, staring into the air as if it holds the secrets of the universe. Sometimes she hyper focuses, locking herself away in her precious greenhouse and making nonsense poultices from the leaves within. In her worst moments, Valeria is a screeching, violent banshee, intent on cleansing the world of demons or saving the souls of those she is leading to harm. Most recently, Valeria - glassy-eyed and convinced that demonic spirits lived in her daughter's hair - cut Ursula's locks to barely an inch long with her pruning scissors. Now she drifts between lamenting Ursula's foolish decision to cut her own hair so short, and mumbling happy affirmations that Ursula, her precious daughter, was safe and sound, thanks to her heroic use of her shears.";}
#vangelis.cpname:before{content:"Vangelis of Kotas";}
#vangelis.cptitle:before{content:"His Majesty, Basilu Vangelis of Dynasteía Kotas, Birthed Heir of Basilu Tython of Dynasteía Kotas and Lady Yanni of Dynasteía Dimitrou, Royal of Colchis, Hellas";}
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#vangelis.cpdesc1:before,#vangelis .cpdesc1:before{content:"Vangelis of Kotas. First heir to the king of Colchis. Born to an archaic bloodline and successor to heroes of crowns and warfare, Vangelis has always known what is expected of him, and of what he grew up expecting of himself. And the short summation of all these expectations is: perfection. Being a prince has not only given Vangelis a life of luxury, but a life of hardship that he reminds himself to be grateful for.";}
#vangelis.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a boy, Vangelis trained longer than any other child his age. He practiced sword-skill into the night and through winter mornings. He studied for hours longer than he was told, his persistence winning out over a decidedly moderate intelligence and average academic ability. Vangelis was a living reminder that one can learn anything if they apply enough of their life to the task at hand. And he continues to epitomise such a work ethic. As the years passed, Vangelis was given new roles of authority in which he might learn how to be king. As he took on new challenges, it never occurred to him to delegate those he already held. Now, Vangelis is baron of Chaossis, Head of the House of Kotas, Crown Prince to the kingdom and the only General in the Colchian military, making him commander in chief of his father’s armed forces. Vangelis works from sunup to sun down, never wondering if there might be more to his life than a duty and purpose he was bred for.";}
#vangelis.cpdesc3:before{content:"On the battlefield, Vangelis has built a fearsome reputation that has, over the years, seeped into polite society. Taught the benefits of efficiency and humanity, alongside the golden rule that no emotion can belong on Ares’s dance floor, Vangelis has developed a particular pattern of warfare. Land upon your enemy like an iron hammer, terrify them with sadistic brute force, and then sue for peace and their surrender. By violently crushing half an enemy, you avoided unnecessary battles that might claim still more lives. But such a plan only works if the crushing display of brute force is terrifying and enacted by a demon prince at the head of a vicious legion of men.";}
#vangelis.cpdesc4:before{content:"Vangelis’s exploits on the battlefield have given him the moniker of the “Blood General”. And his stony stoicism in Court when on native shoes has seen him dubbed the “Stone Prince”. The combination of the two, plus Vangelis monstrous height has turned him into the monster of Colchian high society. To make matters worse, he is a man of few words, deeming a lot of the political courtly speeches unnecessary. This behaviour does little to endear him to the female nobility, one of whom he will end up marrying. Although he is handsome and heir to the throne, such positives cannot save Vangelis’s reputation as a formidable, emotionless warrior who never sleeps and bathes in the blood of his enemies.";}
#vasia.cpname:before{content:"Vasia of Antonis";}
#vasia.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Lady Vasia of Dynasteía Antonis, Birthed Daughter of Lord Lacides of Dynasteía Antonis and Marisa of Athenia, Courtier of Athenia, Hellas";}
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#vasia.cpdesc1:before,#vasia .cpdesc1:before{content:"The motherly influence upon Vasia's life lasted only until she was eight years old. After Marisa's death, Vasia was left in a sea of male influences, her aunt Lysta the solitary outpost of estrogen. Even at a young age, Vasia was the spitting image of her mother. Blonde and beautiful with elegant features, graceful lines and petite hands. As she has grown, the resemblance has only become more uncanny. Whilst this occasionally makes it hard for her father to look upon her without sorrow, Lacides's love for his daughter is never lost on Vasia. She is a doted upon and beloved child and was held to less stringent expectations than her brothers. This attitude towards his daughter is perhaps a legacy of her mother's sickly constitution and Lacides's fear that his daughter, so similar in appearance, would be equally delicate. This, however, cannot be further from the truth. Vasia has a strong constitution, her father's passionate drive for excellence and a will that refuses to be brow-beaten by anyone –man or woman alike.";}
#vasia.cpdesc2:before{content:"Ironically, her father's lax expectations upon Vasia have only spurred her to meet and exceed them under her own determination. If her brothers could achieve greatness, why not herself? If their victories could inspire such pride in their father, would her own not bring equal joy? Three protective brothers made it impossible for a growing Athenian lady to touch a blade or bow; forget practising with them. If Vasia was to connect with a family whose only language was war, she had to get creative.";}
#vasia.cpdesc3:before{content:"Theory and tactical learning became her forte. She gutted the scholeio library, scoured the warfare records in the Senate administration office, and has even read her father's personal battle notes. Whilst she remains entirely ignorant of the battlefield in practice, Vasia sees war as a mental game. Her lack of physical training has given her more time to dedicate to the theory of war, in which she now excels beyond her brothers. For the last six years, Vasia has spoken out at family dinners, discussed the military exploits of her relatives and offered advice on how to improve their field tactics. For the last four, her relatives have started to listen. Now, Vasia is a respected member of the military-bound familial unit and, while still kept away from any actual weaponry, is valued for her contributions in a field they all share.";}
#vasia.cpdesc4:before{content:"As far as her extended family is concerned, Vasia is close to her aunt for they share many similar traits in personality. As Lysta's passion is the arts over warfare, Vasia enjoys learning the ways of music, attending symposiums and performances with her aunt, even if she has no musical talent herself. As one of the calmer, more mentally resilient and tolerant of her siblings, Vasia is also the only one to have even a polite connection with her half-brother Leonidas.";}
#vigir.cpname:before{content:"Vigir Rokson";}
#vigir.cptitle:before{content:"His Einvalds, Kónungr Vigir Rokson of the Firetongues Ostmaðr, Birthed Heir of Kónungrson Roku Rindson of the Firetongues Ostmaðr and Eiginkona Liv, Royal of Ostjorð";}
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#vigir.cpdesc1:before,#vigir .cpdesc1:before{content:"Vigir is a man chased by shadows and haunted by regrets. As a young boy, life was good for Vigir. He was the eldest of multiple children, a rising leader in his family. And he had loving parents and plenty of uncles who could guide and support him should he ever flounder as the future kónungr. He trained hard, learned fast and grew into an impressive warrior. He was arranged to be wed to Dagny Oldottir, daughter of one of the most respected celts in living history. He would surely have many children and lead the Sippe into a bright and glorious future. Life, however, did not follow such a plan.";}
#vigir.cpdesc2:before{content:"In his wife, Vigir found a much beloved double-edged sword. She was graceful, wise, capable on the battlefield and a generous, thoughtful leader. Dagny was the perfect woman to stand at his side and lead his people with him. Yet, children were not her forte. In the early years of their marriage, miscarriages and a stillbirth repeatedly raised their hopes of a family, only to see them dashed. Whilst Vigir had every right to arrange a divorce and seek another woman who might provide him with heirs, such a choice became impossible. It was almost ironic that the shared suffering the pair had thus far endured and brought them closer as spouses, burning brighter a love Vigir could not discard with divorce.";}
#vigir.cpdesc3:before{content:"Such pressure, however, grew after the hardships of 997 BC in which large numbers of the Firetongues sippe were lost, including all other royal blood lines in the family. Such traumatic loss haunts Vigir still, inspiring regular night terrors and symptoms of what a modern society would recognise as PTSD. In the decades since, his temper has gradually grown shorter and the pressure he placed on himself greater. As far as Vigir is concerned, he is responsible for such death and disaster and it haunts him to this day.";}
#vigir.cpdesc4:before{content:"In addition to personal loss, survivor’s guilt and the shame of a ‘failed’ king, the battles of 997 BC also made Vigir’s line the last of the royal blood. With only himself to continue the Firetongues legacy, Vigir has held out against the idea of others taking other women to his bed… until now. Now, with only a shy and quiet daughter to take the crown, Vigir has begun to wonder if a male heir, even an illegitimate one, would be worth the risk to his marriage. Of course, as a devoted father and husband, Vigir would never make such a choice without the blessing of his wife…";}
#vitrus.cpname:before{content:"Vitrus Nobilis Cassia";}
#vitrus.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Vitrus Nobilis Cassia, Birthed Son of Lord Nero Nobilis Cassia and Rosalia of Sardon, Senator of Roma";}
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#vitrus.cpdesc1:before,#vitrus .cpdesc1:before{content:"Vitrus was only nine years old when the older brother he idolised left the family home, never to return. Forced to find a new dream, to hold tight to a new role model, Vitrus became incredibly close with his father. Determined to be the heir Nero lost with Cassius's departure, Vitrus is both a workaholic and a learnaholic. Despite a deep love for his family and the landscape in which he grew up, Vitrus spends most of his time in Roma where he drowns happily in his love of tomes, lessons and lectures. He fulfils his duties as a Magister to the Parliamentum and has his own home in the center of the city that has become famous for gatherings and intellectual debates.";}
#vitrus.cpdesc2:before{content:"Vitrus is vigilant. Even as a child he followed every rule to an exacting degree. He was competitive, insisting on victory but never tempted to cheat. He is a strong advocate for heavy government policy, believing that the intelligent and educated - the most skilled - should govern the larger masses for their own good. He is kind and considerate but a little arrogant. And whilst age has given him the social skills and tact not to insult, his verdant opinions have been known to offend.";}
#vitrus.cpdesc3:before{content:"Harsh upon himself as much as anyone, a strict schedule dictates Vitrus's days, weeks and seasons. He divides his time carefully between his continuous education, his political duties as both a Magister and representative in the Maritime Guild, social commitments and regular trips home to the Cassia isles where he watches his niece and nephew grow with great love and care. Vitrus is a doting uncle, a filial son and a generous lover to his partner Iulius Lex Regnum Cannae.";}
#vitrus.cpdesc4:before{content:"Initially, Vitrus kept his homosexual preferences from his family. As the new eldest child of his father, he Vitrus felt great pressure to marry and produce an heir. Even when the woman Hellen brought Cassius's children into the house, Vitrus knew the line of blood would most likely fall to him. He never feared that his father would denounce his sexuality, but that he would be letting down the sire he so admired when said sexuality prevented him from having legitimate children. Vitrus eventually came out to his family five years ago, when his relationship with Iulius became such a permanent part of his soul that he could no longer keep it a secret. The revelation was not a surprise to his kin and, despite his concerns, Vitrus has received nothing but support for his relationship. Iulius is now treated as an additional son to the Cassia household whenever the couple visit and, despite owning their own estates, the pair practically live together in the capital. Their relationship is openly known to the public and Vitrus adores his lover with all his heart.";}
#vitrus.cpdesc5:before{content:"The only thing that could disrupt Vitrus's life now, as heir to the Cassia line, would be the return of the older brother he has long considered to be dead.";}
#xane.cpname:before{content:"Xane of Aetaea";}
#xane.cptitle:before{content:"Xane of Aetaea, Citizen of Colchis, Hellas";}
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#xane.cpdesc1:before,#xane .cpdesc1:before{content:"Xane was born the third son of a farmer. He was, by all accounts, born in a plain way to a plain life, and he was not satisfied. He dreamed of glory in battle and a life full of adventure as most boys do, but Xane was also very willing to see it through. As a third son, not much attention was paid to his activities. As long as he did his chores, his family generally left him alone.";}
#xane.cpdesc2:before{content:"Being left alone was probably the worst thing they could have done to him, for he found his amusements watching the soldiers at practice rather than playing with the other children. Nearly every day, Xane would scurry away and watch the soldiers. At first he simply watched, in awe of the sheer strength and wonder of the hoplites in arms. He then fashioned himself a treasured stick and hid it in his sanctuary. Once the soldiers finished training for the day, Xane would take out his stick and try to emulate what he saw the soldiers do with their magnificent swords and spears. As he grew older, even after dark, Xane would sneak off down to his little hiding spot and imagine what it would be like to be a soldier. He decided one night that it didn’t have to be a dream; that war was truly an undying beast, and as such, would always be in need of more men to carry it on through the years. War would outlive Xane, he knew so in his very core. But he could be a part of it; stake his claim in the world and carve out as many enemies of Hellas –and in particular Athenia– as he could. Getting there was going to be his biggest hurdle. He just needed to be noticed and taken seriously. Unfortunately, as the untrained, third son of a simple farmer, Xane had a long road ahead of him.";}
#xane.cpdesc3:before{content:"What Xane lacked in noble birth and formal training, he made up for in cleverness and charm. The gods were also kind to him and graced him with pleasant features. Xane soon learnt the value of having a silver tongue and dripped honeyed words into the ears of anyone (especially women) who would help him towards his goal. As Xane discovered, the upper class society of Hellas was a network system of wealth and connections. Since Xane could not easily generate wealth, he focused on the latter.";}
#xane.cpdesc4:before{content:"His plan was going well, until the confidence befitting a handsome young man who grew used to getting what he wanted took his gifts and talents for granted. Xane managed to charm a lonely noble woman into setting up her husband's military connections for him. All he had to do in exchange was keep her happy and her bed warm, which he did without complaint. What threw him astray however, was his curiosity with the woman’s daughter. If he’d been even a year or two older, and more practiced at keeping his mind focused on the task at hand, perhaps he may not have pursued the daughter one night when she beckoned him to her chambers. Perhaps he would not have accidentally lavished the daughter with more attention than the mother –enough so that she would notice his absence and personally seek him out. When she found him in the throes of passion with her only daughter, the woman was outraged. Xane had humiliated her, so it was only fitting that she do the same to him.";}
#xane.cpdesc5:before{content:"Gone were any chances Xane had of being a true warrior of Hellas. Instead, the scorned woman who had once promised him the world accused him of stealing from her business; a whorehouse that Xane admittedly did not even realise she owned. Xane was then sentenced to serve as a whore himself, a lifestyle so far from what he had always hoped for. While Xane would not have chosen the profession willingly, he realised he did not despise it. Instead he realised he could still make use of his talents and found a new appreciation for the beauty of both women and men. Frustrated that Xane was not suffering as she had hoped, but unable to bring herself to have him executed, the woman sold him to another whorehouse off in the capital of Colchis, so that she would never have to look upon his face again. From then on, Xane’s life continued as one would expect of a slave that worked in a whorehouse. Xane was popular among many of the nobles and even some royal women of Colchis. He was no soldier, but he has been making his mark in the world all the same.";}
#xene.cpname:before{content:"Xene of Mikaelidas";}
#xene.cptitle:before{content:"Her Highness, Basilem Xene of Dynasteía Mikaelidas, Birthed Daughter of Basilu Zenon of Dynasteía Mikaelidas and Lady Elise of Dynasteía Mikaelidas, Royal of Taengea, Hellas";}
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#xene.cpdesc1:before,#xene .cpdesc1:before{content:"A true mix of her parents, Xene possesses the sharp mind and strength of character of her father and the social affability of her mother. Wildly talented in numerous areas, Xene is respected in both the Court and the Senate, where she occasionally speaks alongside her father. Like her eldest brother, Xene is viewed as a strong foundation onto which the throne and political circles of the kingdom might one day rest. Yet she is also talented in feminine attributes such as singing, dancing and music.";}
#xene.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a child, Xene's youngest years were that of a single-daughter. Her sister Gianna did not arrive until Xene was five years old. By then, Xene's view of the world had already been set. In her mind, she was the sole female upon whom her family would be judged. The sole estrogen outpost among two older brothers and two male cousins. While this was quickly corrected with Gianna's advent, the burden of responsibility has never left Xene's subconscious. As she grew and learned, Xene focused not only on the skills deemed appropriate for women: music, most specifically, but also masculine talents such as business, law and military tactics. Not truly a master at any of her applications, Xene is most certainly a jack of all trades who can now hold her own in almost any courtly conversation and has enough knowledge to make poignant contributions as much around the dinner table as at a Senate gathering.";}
#xene.cpdesc3:before{content:"On a personal level, Xene is fantastic company. A good listener and eager communicator and a genuine friend, she takes after her mother in being able to bond and network better than almost anyone else her age in the kingdom. This being said, Xene is an intensely private person when it comes to herself. This reticence and the rank of her birth keep a certain distance between herself and others, meaning that the members of Court often feel closer to Xene than Xene does to them.";}
#xene.cpdesc4:before{content:"When it comes to men, Xene knows that she will one day have to marry for advantage and in a manner appropriate to her family name. Unfortunately, her competency in matters outside the norm for her gender is often intimidating to the opposite sex and Xene finds it hard to respect a man who is thrown simply because a woman can keep up with conversation. As such, she has remained chaste and single. However, the closer Xene comes to thirty, the more she worries that her marriageable years will be soon passing her by and she has begun to wonder if playing dumb might be a smarter, more effective, route to securing a husband...";}
#xerxes.cpname:before{content:"Xerxes of Eshunna";}
#xerxes.cptitle:before{content:"Xerxes of Eshunna, Citizen of Babylonia";}
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#xerxes.cpdesc1:before,#xerxes .cpdesc1:before{content:"Born to a dead mother and a workaholic father, the only constant in Xerxes' life has been her brother. At six years older than her, Narzett was and has always been Xerxes' idol. Her source of security, inspiration and love. And the feeling is mutual. To say that the pair have an... unusually close relationship would be an understatement. Xerxes obeys her brother's every word. Narzett would kill for his sister. And they have a monopolising obsession over each other that puts any romance to shame.";}
#xerxes.cpdesc2:before{content:"To that end, Xerxes has never hesitated when Narzett has needed her. From minor moments of subterfuge and theft in their childhoods to more severe manipulations and lies... Xerxes has never faltered. Despite what his widow may think, Ad'Sennache's death in the defence of his realm was a tragic accident, without malice or manipulation by his brother. But Ad'Sennache's son was another story. One in which Xerxes played a heavy influence. By the time she was sixteen, Xerxes had secured the attention of Prince Adad-Nirari. Playing unattainability, she did not grace his bed until she was nineteen. By then, her influence over the prince was enough to quietly whisper in his ear: his nephew had only to meet a tragic accident... and the crown would be his. Eight years later, when Narzett was ready to return to the capital with a Queen moulded to his liking, Xerxes played the wraith of karmic justice by lay open the path to the throne with a little poison...";}
#xerxes.cpdesc3:before{content:"Practically psychopathic in nature, Xerxes has never once felt contrition for her actions. Yet, now, she lives in agonising conflict. On the one hand, Narzett's life's work is to become the most powerful man in Babylonia. And the young pawn of a queen at his side is his key to that triumph. Xerxes knows this. And she plays friend and confidante to Zarathusa with a skill only mastered by the truly emotionless, so that she can help bring her brother closer to his heart's desire. On the other hand, however, Narzett graces more than Zarathusa's arm. With every night he spends in the queen's chambers, Xerxes' jealousy grows and her claws sharpen. Just how long she can put the ambitions of her brother ahead of her own heart is uncertain. Or perhaps she would be more content if she can convince Narzett to break every moral law and give her what he so willingly offers the queen?";}
#yamanu.cpname:before{content:"Yamanu H'Isazari";}
#yamanu.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Yamanu of Hei Isazari, Birthed Son of Lord Webensenu of Hei Isazari and Henuttawy of Mansa, Courtier of K’m’t";}
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#yamanu.cpdesc1:before,#yamanu .cpdesc1:before{content:"As a surprise birth, almost two decades after his brother and the only living child after a series of miscarriages and stillbirths, some rumour that Yamanu is not a true son of Hei Isazari. But no one dares make such allegations in the company of any of its members. Whilst Yamanu is defended by his brother in all matters of legitimacy, this is as far as their fraternal affection goes. Provided Yamanu does not bring shame to the reputation of the family, he has been allowed the liberty to live his life as he sees fit. But such freedom comes with consequences…";}
#yamanu.cpdesc2:before{content:"To grow up in a household where, for his brother, every turn of the head had been monitored, every lesson hammered into his head, every choice made significant… to be allowed total freedom was the equivalent of rejection. Neglect. Yamanu was a spare son, an additional child that would not become significant to the family unless tragedy befell his brother. Such a disaster never struck and Yamanu was never seen.";}
#yamanu.cpdesc3:before{content:"To seek some form of glory or notice for himself, Yamanu joined the military. At least there he might have the opportunity to distinguish himself. To discover a sense of identity. Yamanu encouraged the ignorance or forgetfulness of his peers when it came to his noble upbringing and, within a few years, he was as common as those he fought alongside. Even if, when on leave, he returned to silks and fine foods.";}
#yamanu.cpdesc4:before{content:"The military also opened Yamanu’s eyes to his own wants in life. Not only did it spark ambitions of becoming a General and a Sirdar in his own right – of starting a Hei of his own – it also awakened the realisation that Yamanu would never welcome a woman to his bed. Far more interested in those of his own gender, Yamanu is now struck with terror. Until he has a Hei of his own, until he can find some autonomous security, Isazari is his family and his kin. The discovery of his sexual deviance would not only lead to the public ending of his own life, but would see him wiped from the family history, disgraced and disowned. Yamanu now walks a carefully balanced existence: honouring his brother, caring for his nieces and denying himself all personal pleasure in the hopes of, one day, having the true freedom to be himself.";}
#yanni.cpname:before{content:"Yanni of Kotas";}
#yanni.cptitle:before{content:"Her Royal Highness, Basilinna Yanni of Dynasteía Kotas, Birthed Daughter of Lord Myros of Dynasteía Dimitrou and Laila of Vasiliádon, Royal of Colchis, Hellas";}
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#yanni.cpdesc1:before,#yanni .cpdesc1:before{content:"Born to the oldest bloodline in Hellas, Yanni was raised with surprising humility. Though once the original line of Taengean kingship, the Dimitrou family has fallen away from political and economic glory. Instead, Yanni and her two brothers were raised on the southern isle of Taengea, away from the games of the Senate. The Isle of Emae is lush and green, and Yanni was raised among its fertile soil and beautiful forestry. She learned to ride and hunt and became one of the finest young women to ever wield a bow. In her younger brother, Dorotheos, she had a companion for fun. In her elder, Gavriil,she had a learning companion. As Gavriil was heir to the Dimitrou name, he was given the finest tutors in finance and politics. And Yanni enjoyed being a part of them. Particularly the language lessons, in which her brother most struggled. By the time she reached adulthood, Yanni could speak almost every major language from the Mediterranean coast to the Babylonian crescent.";}
#yanni.cpdesc2:before{content:"Yanni’s ability to communicate was equalled by her ability to understand. An empathetic woman by nature, Yanni has the acute ability to read others, infer where they are coming from and understand their emotional states. Such oracular ability is nothing magical, but Yanni does demonstrate a heightened power of observation which she employs with a kind smile and dignified demeanour.";}
#yanni.cpdesc3:before{content:"Given the lineage of her bloodline, it was no surprise at all to many that Yanni was invited to Colchis as a potential bride for Tython of Kotas. To say the pair were a love at first sight match would be inaccurate. And there were other suitors for whom Tython lusted after more. But the pair met on a cerebral level. They thought in similar ways, appreciated others in similar ways, and took similar views on the building of a family and of a nation. They were wed and, as the years went by, Yanni and Tython developed a love stronger than most couples could ever hope for –a love built on a powerful foundation of respect and solidarity. Despite its entirely alien environment of mountains and stone, love for her new husband made Colchis, Yanni’s home. With love came passion. And with passion came children.";}
#yanni.cpdesc4:before{content:"Whilst not a vain person, it is a great and secret source of pride for Yanni that all of her children were born healthy and that four of them are male. Her own personal delight at also having a daughter to connect with is equally powerful and a wonderful bonus. With her husband often away at war, Yanni has been a driving force behind the raising of her sons and, although she has never been content with the idea of moulding them into warriors and sending them off to battle, she has always agreed that such training is necessary; if only to give her babies a greater chance of survival and safety. Yanni is a powerful woman but she also recognises that her husband is a king and he deserves loyalty in his instructions for the raising of their children. In private the pair is honest and they discuss their plans and intentions. In public, Yanni is a united front with her often absent spouse. In doing so, Yanni has taken the role of wife and supporter to her husband but is also the matriarch of her household, with four warrior sons ready to die for her honour and a daughter who keeps rebelling just enough to keep life interesting…";}
#yiannis.cpname:before{content:"Yiannis of Kotas";}
#yiannis.cptitle:before{content:"His Highness, Basilu Yiannis of Dynasteía Kotas, Birthed Son of Basilu Tython of Dynasteía Kotas and Lady Yanni of Dynasteía Dimitrou, Royal of Colchis, Hellas";}
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#yiannis.cpdesc1:before,#yiannis .cpdesc1:before{content:"As third son to the king and queen of Colchis, Yiannis has little chance of gaining a crown. With an eldest brother the carbon copy of the perfect heir and the second born already father to a son, Yiannis will never be king. And he is perfectly content with that. A man who enjoys the rush of adrenaline and the spirit of adventure, a throne would feel like a cage to Yiannis. Already, just the courtly obligations of a prince are enough to see him chomping at the bit. Yet, he shoulders these burdens with a grimace and dogged acceptance because they are for family. And family comes first.";}
#yiannis.cpdesc2:before{content:"Growing up in the shadow of two princes successful in both their lessons and physical training, Yiannis subconsciously looked for a place to put himself. From a young age he was taught, like his siblings, that to be born royal is to serve. To be useful. But just where was there a need to be filled, outside of Vangelis and Zanon’s accomplishments? Eventually, Yiannis found it. Whilst Vangelis and Zanon excelled in the formal strategies and lessons of rule, they were restricted when it came to riskier endeavours. As the heir and second heir to the throne, their own lives were too important. Yiannis, however… Yiannis could ride into the enemy lines with reckless abandon, using dangerous tactics to secure victory. He could also engage in subterfuge and cunning, for his honour need not remain squeaky clean like his brothers’. While all the Kotas boys command their own military units and are skilled warriors, Yiannis is the one most likely to be on the front lines with his men. He’s also the most likely to take his small band of loyal fighters and disappear on the eve of battle only to return at daybreak with the enemy general’s head under his arm. If a more cruel or more perilous course of action can be a more efficient means of combat or helpful to his family, it suits Yiannis’s rebellious sense of duty to see it taken care of. Usually without prior permission, which can occasionally see his good intentions backfire.";}
#yiannis.cpdesc3:before{content:"In terms of a private life, Yiannis has a great love of women like his brother Zanon. He dislikes the idea of marriage and prefers a shallow and lustful connection with women that borders on the misogynistic. As the most vocal Kotas in his detest for the scheming Thanasi family, he is particularly pleased by the recent turn in Zanon’s marriage and now enjoys nights on the town with his brother, picking up women of the Court or visiting local brothels. The only woman Yiannis actually holds in a position of esteemed respect is his mother whom he is particularly close to, and his sister, whom he has great love for and plays dual role of arrogant protector and teasing menace.";}
#yonita.cpname:before{content:"Yonita of Josiah";}
#yonita.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Bamant Yonita of Josiah, Birthed Daughter of Mikael of Aaron and Elisheva of Halgar, Councilwoman of Phoenicia";}
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#yonita.cpdesc1:before,#yonita .cpdesc1:before{content:"The second half of a female ruling pair, Yonita is bold and brash where her sister is calm and calculating. She has a way with people and a beautiful face to pair with her gladding hands and is well received amongst the merchants and powerful families of Judah. Where Yonita and her sister cannot seem to make headway is with the intercity Council of Elders who routinely attempt to oust the pair of them from their seats. Holding to the hold that one of their daughters will eventually marry and produce a male heir, Yonita and Zevah work to keep the wheels of Phoenicia's capital city turning. More personally, Yonita must now contend with a dark issue of her own. One that threatens to ruin her reputation and break the only thread of decency by which she and Zevah can cling to the mantle of leadership.";}
#yonita.cpdesc2:before{content:"As a child and young adult, Yonita was not boxed in by her parents' demands in the same way that Zevah was. Protected from their unyielding critique, Yonita grew up more confident than her sibling. Bolder and more reckless. She was also more fanciful in nature, daydreaming of romance and adventure. For several years, Yonita had spied Josiah of Samuel, always from a distance and always with the rose-tinted glasses of estrangement. She knew not who he was, so she could simply fantasize over his handsome looks and warm smile, painting him as her imaginary lover. When Josiah came to her family's home, it was as if a dream had come to life in her mother's living room. When he mentioned looking for a wife, it was all too perfect. Until he selected Zevah as his choice. Were she older, Yonita would have understood why completely. She was too young, too immature and too wild to ever be a politician's wife. She was, to put not too fine a point on it, a silly little girl.";}
#yonita.cpdesc3:before{content:"With her beloved sister - her best friend - moving to another home and her father's perfectionist eye finally falling upon her, Yonita could not take the changes. She rebelled. She went out into the city alone. She toured the market places. She saw plays and watched political orations. She made friends with local women and learned literature from far away lands. Whilst her behaviour was not as scandalous as some, Yonita was breaking rules and toeing lines, and it was getting her noticed. By this time, Yonita was twenty-three and her world was greatly expanded. She had not lost her passion and spirit, but it was now balanced with experience and a little wisdom. She had learned to flirt and play coy, not to daydream and swoon. Still, her father could see only flagrant disobedience in Yonita's growth and sent her to stay with her sister. Zevah, after all, had just spent the last eight years building a shining reputation for herself as the most respectable Bamant to ever live.";}
#yonita.cpdesc4:before{content:"Whilst staying with Zevah, Yonita was amused to note that her childlike crush for Josiah had not evaporated entirely. But she was equally aware that this man was a stranger. She did not love him, for she did not know him. And she made no efforts to coax or seduce him. The chemistry between them, however, was undeniable. And fearing injury to her sister, Yonita left the home only a week into her planned month of stay. She was shocked when her father received a letter three weeks later asking for her hand. After long discussions with her sister, Yonita agreed to the match and her passionate affair with the man she had always adored began. That wondrous union brought them a daughter but, after complications with Maeri's birth, the physician confirmed Yonita would never bear anymore - including the desired heir. Despite this loss, she, her husband and her sister-wife lived in purest harmony for many years. Until disease claimed the man they both loved.";}
#yonita.cpdesc5:before{content:"During her marriage, Yonita discovered something about herself that had been hitherto untapped. She liked sex. This was a scandalous self-acceptance for a woman of her culture but Yonita had always been boldly honest in her own sense of identity. She liked sex. Loved it even. Her husband was equally eager for the act when she was the other party and Yonita had always assumed that this must simply be what a loving marriage felt like. Only, the urge for physical copulation did not diminish after Josiah's passing. Whilst Yonita grieved heavily and grieved hard, when that time had passed, her body demanded releases that her head had no desire to seek out. For several months, she kept this guilty instinct to herself, fearing to insult Josiah's memory. But eventually... she gave in. And then again with another. And again...";}
#yonita.cpdesc6:before{content:"Since she was widowed two years ago, Yonita has had a chain of discreet lovers, several of whom she has returned to for repeat performances. Safe in the knowledge that she can never be with child, her exploits have little risk save her own reputation. But now, one of her lovers is threatening to expose her. He has collected witnesses from taverns and inns, not to mention his own account of their debauchery. And he is threatening to inform the Council of Elders. Whilst the Council would not normally be interested in the wayward goings on of an unladylike woman, the only ammunition Yonita and Zevah have for keeping Judah's leadership in their family of females is their respectability. Have they not proven their skill in ruling the city? Are they not a true example of propriety and moral standards? Should those qualifications evaporate, the title for which both sisters live would be taken away, stolen from the bloodline of a man they cherished. So, for now, Yonita must cave to her blackmail, returning over and again to his bed and depositing a bag of money with each visit. At least until she can find a way to break from his clutches without damaging all that her late husband held dear...";}
#zacharias.cpname:before{content:"Zacharias of Mikaelidas";}
#zacharias.cptitle:before{content:"His Majesty, Basilu Zacharias of Dynasteía Mikaelidas, Birthed Heir of Basilu Zenon of Dynasteía Mikaelidas and Lady Elise of Dynasteía Mikaelidas, Royal of Taengea, Hellas";}
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#zacharias.cpdesc1:before,#zacharias .cpdesc1:before{content:"Raised by a father who appreciates the importance of peace, Zacharias is a different kind of soldier to his uncle and forebears. In his mind, a soldier's duty is not to conquer but to protect. A soldier serves in the dignity and duty of his people and his kingdom, in the hopes that war will one day become obsolete altogether. Whilst Zacharias is always the first to look for a peaceful solution to conflict, he is also a highly-trained and highly-effective fighter. His skills in ceremonial fights and chariot races have cemented his reputation amongst the people, allowing him to always look for peace without being thought of as a coward.";}
#zacharias.cpdesc2:before{content:"In all other ways, Zacharias has grown up equally 'perfect'. Dignified, stoic, politely charming, courageous, intelligent and empathetic. A strong communicator, an avid listener and a charismatic leader, Zacharias is, in all ways, the perfect successor to his peace-loving father. He holds the respect of his men when performing his role as Commander in the Taengean military, he has a close bond with the Order of Vasiliádon and he has the natural grace and good looks to serve him well in courtly functions. To cap it all, Zacharias is a horrendously skilled charioteer: the preferred method of combat for the Taengean military. In this, the people believe him to be blessed by the Gods themselves.";}
#zacharias.cpdesc3:before{content:"There is only one, private way in which Zacharias rebels against the requirements for a successor to the throne. At thirty-four, Zacharias is still unmarried and without an heir. For many years this was simply viewed as a prince determined to be careful in his choice of queen. However, as he inches closer to middle-aged, this choice is being questioned by many. As is his apparent lack of attachment to any woman outside of wedlock.";}
#zacharias.cpdesc4:before{content:"In truth, Zacharias is gay and has only ever felt sexual attraction for his own sex. Whilst this is a part of himself that he accepts behind closed doors, Zacharias is more than aware that he will one day have to follow through with his patriotic duty to marry and produce a son. The only question is, how to do so without offending the love of his life and long-term lover, Heron of Messenis...";}
#zaidu.cpname:before{content:"Zaidu of an'Balthasar";}
#zaidu.cptitle:before{content:"His Lordship, Lord Zaidu of Balthasar Bêlu, Birthed Son of Hormizd of Sidon and Ketzi of Babylon, Courtier of Babylonia";}
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#zaidu.cpdesc1:before,#zaidu .cpdesc1:before{content:"Born to a family steeped in ambition, Zaidu takes a new and healthier path in life: that of kindness and honesty. Learning alongside his brother Merodach and his cousin Karnezk taught Zaidu more than their tutors anticipated. Accounts and economics were a necessary expectation. As were languages and writing. But the lessons that truly stayed with him as he grew from child to man was the examples set by those around him. As Zaidu became an adult, he knew nothing of what he wanted to be. But he knew what he did not want to become. He aspired neither to his brother's greed and ambition. Nor to his cousin's egotistical sense of entitlement. His father's dignity was worth admiration and his uncle's steadfast business sense was always inspiring. But Zaidu had no desire to make money for the sake of shiny gold coins. He wanted a higher purpose for himself.";}
#zaidu.cpdesc2:before{content:"He found that purpose in the temples. Learning from the examples of the Gods, from the moral stories of the priests, Zaidu quickly sought a life amidst the columns of faith. His father, whilst surprised at this decision, has been nothing but supportive. His brother, less so. Merodach's determination to surpass his cousin made him angry at Zaidu's apparent defection to the priesthood: he had lost an ally in his rivalry. But Zaidu attempts to maintain open channels of communication with Merodach, despite the latter's cold shoulder.";}
#zaidu.cpdesc3:before{content:"That cold shoulder, however, has turned ever chillier in recent years as Karnezk has had an about turn in life. His recent conflict with a young woman, brought Karnezk to the only authority on morality that he could trust: Zaidu. Making Zaidu and Hormizd the only two people in the Balthasar clan to understand Karnezk's recent change of character. Aiding and supporting his cousin has been seen as a betrayal in Merodach's eyes and Zaidu now walks a very thin tightrope, trying to show love and loyalty to all he cares for.";}
#zaidu.cpdesc4:before{content:"And yet, the Gods are not done testing him. By sheer coincidence, Zaidu has learned the truth: that Karnezk is not his cousin, but his brother. His younger brother. Which makes him younger still than Merodach. And Merodach the eldest male of their generation. Were this secret revealed, Merodach would be entitled to claim the mantle of head of house after their father and uncle pass: his life's ambition. But such a revelation would also taint the House shield in the tarnish of scandal. To whom is Zaidu most loyal? The family name, his brother, or the man who would be his brother, should the truth be known?";}
#zanon.cpname:before{content:"Zanon of Kotas";}
#zanon.cptitle:before{content:"His Highness, Basilu Zanon of Dynasteía Kotas, Birthed Son of Basilu Tython of Dynasteía Kotas and Lady Yanni of Dynasteía Dimitrou, Royal of Colchis, Hellas";}
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#zanon.cpdesc1:before,#zanon .cpdesc1:before{content:"Zanon cannot claim to hold the title of most reckless Kotas prince. The honour of most reckless rests squarely with his brother Yiannis. Zanon, however, is certainly the most impulsive of the Kotas brothers. Where his brother Yiannis will consider every circumstance with care and choose the most efficient path, even if it is the riskiest, Zanon falls prey to his instincts before reason can even be brought into the matter. As a child, Zanon was not always so impulsive. A loyal son and diligent student, Zanon excelled in multiple academic arenas including etiquette, social discourse, economics and the finer points of law. All were areas in which his elder brother Vangelis struggled. Naturally intelligent and quick-witted, Zanon is able to absorb information quickly, grasps complex concepts with ease and has a natural charisma and charm in conversation. From rigorous tutorage, he also became a fine swordsman and charioteer.";}
#zanon.cpdesc2:before{content:"As he and his elder brother grew up, Zanon’s achievements started to pale in comparison, simply due to Vangelis’s excessive effort. Where Zanon had skated through life thus far on natural talent, Vangelis’s years of application were starting to show. For a brief moment in their early adolescence, this prompted a rivalry between the boys and a fierce jealousy in Zanon. The discontent, however, was short lived. When attempting to mimic Vangelis’s actions and responsibilities, in the hopes of measuring up once more, Zanon came to appreciate his brother’s impressive discipline and work ethic… while simultaneously deciding that such an exhausting and passionless daily life was the last thing he wanted for himself. From this point on, Zanon decided to lean into his strengths and became more impulsive than was possibly good for him. Passionate, enticing and a charismatic leader, he took to Court and to military leadership like a duck to water, allowing his brother to claim the people’s fear and respect, while he kept their hearts. ";}
#zanon.cpdesc3:before{content:"And hearts he won. Many of them. Known for being a player of women as soon as he was old enough to woo them to his bed, Zanon was quick to get himself into trouble. When Evras of Kotas became pregnant during their passionate affair, Zanon was determined to marry her. Whether he was truly in love with Evras or simply in love with love by this point, is hard to say. But, as the years passed, it was clear that a deep passion and devotion belonged to the two of them. Despite aggressive rumours at Court that Evras and her sisters are witches and Zanon had been placed under a spell as a political ploy, Zanon was a loyal husband and their marriage was one of bliss, barring the political difficulties of being tied to the House of Thanasi. Matters only soured later in their union. Two years ago, Evras (erroneously, as it turned out) thought herself pregnant with a second child. At the time, she begged Zanon not to return to the battlefield, but to retire from the military and be father and husband to their family full time. Zanon refused. He insisted that he could continue to support his family and honour his General, and brother, Vangelis, at the same time. He left for the north. There, he sustained an injury and developed a fever that almost claimed his life. He survived but would no longer serve in the military. Though it doesn’t impede hugely on his everyday life, Zanon’s injury to his thigh makes excessive walking, charioteering or riding very painful, making him a poor soldier and officer. Effectively, Evras had gotten her wish. Now, Zanon wonders about those rumours of witchcraft, doubting the love that has sustained his marriage thus far and turning to other sources of contentment. Over the last two years, Zanon’s whoring with women has become an open secret within the court and, though he doesn’t publicly disgrace his wife, he is slowly working her wifely reputation into the ground. And the tension between them is building...";}
#zanon.cpdesc4:before{content:"Difficulties with his wife aside, Zanon is a devoted father to his son Dion. As is the Kotas creed, he is loyal to his child, family and blood beyond anything else –including the marriage he now sees tainted with suspicion. Despite his adoration of Dion, however, Zanon struggles at times to connect with the emotional boy. Though an impulsive man himself, Zanon has always been in tune with his feelings, not in conflict with them, and Dion’s heightened emotional states are becoming a concern for the Kotas who pride themselves on strength and discipline. Zanon has begun to blame Evras and her ‘molly-coddling’ for Dion’s temperament and is wondering if it is time for Dion to take on the family tradition of mining beneath the city.";}
#zanon.cpdesc5:before{content:"Despite his life away from the military now being focused on politics and his position as prince and baron of Orborea, Zanon is Vangelis’s staunchest defender and most beloved brother. He has no ambitions for seeking the kingship or anything beyond his current responsibilities and is happy to relinquish that odious burden to the eldest born. The idea that something may happen to Vangelis on the battlefield whilst he is still childless, and that Zanon will be forced to inherit the crown, is a genuine terror and has of late caused Zanon to have an increased interest in Vangelis’s marital status.";}
#zarathusa.cpname:before{content:"Zarathusa an'Ashina";}
#zarathusa.cptitle:before{content:"Her Excellence, Nin'Sēgallu Zarathusa of Ashina Bêlu, Birthed Daughter of Tartēnu Adad-Nirari of Ashina Bêlu and Min Chen of Lands Afar, Royal of Babylonia";}
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#zarathusa.cpdesc1:before,#zarathusa .cpdesc1:before{content:"Zarathusa was born, not simply to poverty, but to destitution. Her first memories are of scraping for survival on the streets of Rezeph in Assyria, discarded and abandoned. Eating out of trash piles, chewing on the roots of trees to survive. Now, as if by some cosmic joke, she is Queen of Babylonia.";}
#zarathusa.cpdesc2:before{content:"The magician who manufactured such a reversal of Zarathusa's fortunes was Narzett of Eshunna. She was sixteen when Narzett found her, beaten in an alley by passing thugs and near-starved. He took her in, gave her a place to sleep, to bathe and to eat. He slowly overcame her volatile distrust and her fears of men. He cared for her and protected her until she was willing to hear his explanations. Zarathusa, he explained, was no insignificant child. She was the daughter of a woman called Min Chen. A girl kept in an Eshunna brothel for her exotic appearance and popularity with high class men. Shortly after Zarathusa's birth, Min Chen had been beaten to death by a client. Not willing to care for a motherless infant, the women of the brothel sold Zarathusa to a slave trader from Rezeph. Somehow, Zarathusa had ended up on the streets from there. The brothel girls had no idea that Zarathusa's father had fallen in love with Min Chen and promised to return for her. Had they known, the child would have been worth holding onto. For Zarathusa's sire was Adad-Nirari an'Ashina: brother to the king of Babylonia. When Adad-Nirari returned some years later and discovered his beloved Min Chen dead, Narzett, by happenstance, was visiting the brothel and overheard the ordeal. Only when the prince left did the women whisper and worry about Min Chen's daughter, fearing the wrath of the royal family if it were ever discovered that they had exiled the prince's child to a life of slavery. Sensing an opportunity, Narzett set about finding the girl. Twelve years later, he succeeded.";}
#zarathusa.cpdesc3:before{content:"To Zarathusa, such a tale was pure fiction. She could not wrap her mind around the idea that she, a young girl who had fought for every day of life, who was constantly dizzy from malnutrition and wore nothing but rags could, in fact, be royalty. But Narzett was a skilled elocutor and a convincing man. He told her the story over and again, until she believed it. He gave her clothing and food. He educated her in the ways of the world, gave her basic literacy skills and tutorage in social etiquette. As the son of a royal advisor, Narzett was well versed in the ways of the upper classes and he morphed and moulded Zarathusa into the princess she was born to be. To Zarathusa, Narzett became her guardian, her advisor and her savior.";}
#zarathusa.cpdesc4:before{content:"So, when he finally suggested she return to Babylon; that she claim her birthright, Zarathusa trusted in Narzett's judgement. Narzett's sister, who worked in the royal palace as a maid, had sent him word that Adad-Nirari (who was now king of Babylonia) was gravely ill. It took only days for Zarathusa and Narzett to travel to Babylon but, by the time they arrived, the king was dead. In the chaos that follows the death of a king who has no heir, Narzett presented Zarathusa as the long-lost daughter of the crown, the closest with blood-ties to the throne, despite her illegitimacy. There was uproar. Scandal abounded and courtiers all over the city were livid. Not the least of which was Adad-Mirari's sister-in-law Shammuramat and her son's widow Bailee who had witnessed their husbands die under suspicious circumstances so that Zarathusa's ambitious father could take the throne. A throne now given to his bastard.";}
#zarathusa.cpdesc5:before{content:"With birth documents that Narzett had somehow procured, there was little to be done, despite the general outrage in the land. Zarathusa was, by law, the next in line for the crown. And in the four months since her arrival in Babylon, she has ruled as official Queen. Narzett, her most devoted friend, family and now lover, is her only advisor. His sister Xerxes is her primary ladies maid. Her official coronation is just around the corner...";}
#zarathusa.cpdesc6:before{content:"After an early lifetime of desperate survival and the years since under Narzett's training, Zarathusa is a powerful woman with a strong will and a refusal to back down. She is stubborn, courageous and now has the social skills to smile and simper where necessary. She has a sharp mind and though she has a few legacies of the ill-educated, such as struggling over complex lexicon, a lack of foreign language skills and poor hand-writing, she has absorbed her lessons well. She is a skilled orator, politician and social butterfly who wins over most she meets, even as they secretly hate her usurpation of the throne. Her one weakness is the siblings who pulled her from obscurity. With her sharp mind and keen distrust of others, Zarathusa is more than aware that, to Narzett and Xerxes, she could be simply their meal-ticket and their anchor to high society but she does not believe their care for her is purely selfish. She trusts in their goodness and their affection for her. They are the only love she has ever received, her only experience of human connection. She would sooner remove her own hand than doubt Narzett or Xerxes, no matter the evidence that might warn her they are lying...";}
#zenon.cpname:before{content:"Zenon of Mikaelidas";}
#zenon.cptitle:before{content:"His Majesty, Basileus Zenon of Dynasteía Mikaelidas, Birthed Heir of Basilu Aimilios of Dynasteía Mikaelidas and Lady Elessa of Dynasteía Condos, Royal of Taengea, Hellas";}
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#zenon.cpdesc1:before,#zenon .cpdesc1:before{content:"Zenon was born to a world of war. With the kingdoms of Hellas, with the Hattusa Empire, the K'm't Nation... the kingdom of Taengea was a battle-forged land whose chariots were known for their precision, aggression and victory. But such an upbringing has borne in Zenon a desire for peace, away from the blood fields and the dying cries of men.";}
#zenon.cpdesc2:before{content:"Growing up, Zenon was once proud to be a soldier. Like his father before him, Zenon had every intention of becoming a warrior king: a monarch to engender awe and respect. He worked hard in his other lessons of economics and politics but it was in the military that Zenon truly excelled. He was a master with a sword, skilled with a spear and could hold his own in any archery unit in his company. More specifically, he drove a chariot as one might direct their own feet. As a first born prince, he was, for all intents and purposes, the perfect successor to the throne.";}
#zenon.cpdesc3:before{content:"After several years at war, alongside his father, however, Zenon's opinions began to change. To those back home the war was glorious. It was the victory of good over evil, of strength over weakness. And the most vibrant, courageous and deserving were allowed to return home. In reality, war was bloody, unfair and sliced down good men whom Zenon had befriended. Time after time, his experiences on Ares's dancefloor directed Zenon to look elsewhere for Taengea's proud reputation.";}
#zenon.cpdesc4:before{content:"Married in an arranged match with his cousin, Zenon spoke of his trepidations to his wife, Elise. Although the pair had been matched for benefit, not for love, they respected one another and had open communication with each other. Elise's father, a lower-born prince, had been trained in business over warfare, and her mother came from a wealthy merchant household. From Elise, Zenon learned that money could be a greater influence than might. From then on, his eye turned not to the conquering of enemies but to the building of alliances and trade routes.";}
#zenon.cpdesc5:before{content:"For over thirty years, Zenon has now worked to improve the lives of his citizens by creating a land of prosperity, riches and peaceful co-existence. To many who remember the darker times of violence, Zenon is a saviour to his people: a benevolent father figure and highly-respected visionary. To the younger generation, now given fewer opportunities to prove their worth on the front lines, he is an old and cowardly king, unwilling to take Taengea to a great level on the global scale. These threatening elements of the Senate are a truer danger than ever these days as Zenon finds himself occasionally forgetful in his everyday life, requiring his wife to stand ever more beside him to pick up the slack.";}
#zevah.cpname:before{content:"Zevah of Josiah";}
#zevah.cptitle:before{content:"Her Ladyship, Bamant Zevah of Josiah, Birthed Daughter of Mikael of Aaron and Elisheva of Halgar, Councilwoman of Phoenicia";}
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#zevah.cpdesc1:before,#zevah .cpdesc1:before{content:"Zevah is the capable and fastidious leader of Judah, the greatest and largest city in Phoenicia. Whilst the Council of Elders is technically a table at which all men are equal, Judah is regarded as Phoenicia's capital and Zevah seen very much as an unwelcome woman at its head. For the last two years, she has fought quietly and with great calculation to retain her position as Judah's Councilman and will continue to do so until she has a male grandson from her husband's bloodline to pass the title down to. Her sister-wife Yonita works tirelessly at her side, the both of them united by the memory of the man they each loved in their own way.";}
#zevah.cpdesc2:before{content:"Growing up, Zevah's status as first born was more than a burden: it was a torment. Not only was Zevah's father a social climber, obsessed with public perception and status, her mother was an anxious woman, paranoid of shame and embarrassment and obsessive on the finest of details. As the eldest child, Zevah received the brunt of the scrutiny. Were her nails trimmed enough, baked goods smelling sweet enough, her hems sewn in a perfectly straight line. To add further pressure, Elisheva's fluttering panic could only support the raising of one child, not two, so Zevah was given the duties of ensuring her little sister followed suit. Any failing on Yonita's part was taken out on Zevah's hands or the backs of her legs. When Zevah was fourteen, her mother passed away from an unknown malady. Despite the woman being only forty-five, the physician's only explanation was that her heart had simply given out and Zevah could well believe it. Whilst her sister cried for their mother, Zevah met Abigail's demise dry-eyed. And then spent many years torturing herself with the guilt of being a bad daughter.";}
#zevah.cpdesc3:before{content:"The girls' father Mikael was not as fastidious as his wife but he certainly sought to make a fine impression on all those he met. Particularly when the last living male heir of the Barak family came to visit. Mikael of Aaron was not the wealthiest merchant in Judah but he was the most highly sought. For months at a time, he had left his erratic wife in charge of his children to visit far off lands and return with prestigious and rare finds. This is what brought Josiah into his home, seeking a particular tapestry. What he found was Zevah. With her confidence beaten into the earth by her late mother and her own nature leaning towards the quiet, Zevah had often been criticised for being dull or lifeless. Josiah did not see it that way. He enjoyed her conversation and maturity and was more allured by her simplicity than the wild antics of other girls her age. As he was already seeking a wife, it was not hard for Samuel to turn talk of trade to talk of arrangements and Zevah was soon married.";}
#zevah.cpdesc4:before{content:"Though she was now owned by a man, as Josiah's wife, Zevah had a new freedom. Her husband did not loom over her as her parents had. Nor did he hold her to impossible standards, already approving of the innate perfectionism she worked towards under her own will. He was kind and honest, considerate and amusing. He was even humble, open to Zevah's counsel and advice in stately affairs. In the marital bed, things were not so congenial. Whilst the act was carried out and the pair received two beautiful daughters for their efforts, it was clear to both Josiah and Zevah early in the marriage that there was no great passion between them. A blazing and true friendship. But no lust. Indeed, after Josiah showed little interest in her bed after the birth of their second daughter, Zevah began to wonder if her husband truly possessed such urges. Or perhaps he was too kindly to house the beastliness of other males, as she had heard her married neighbours describe it.";}
#zevah.cpdesc5:before{content:"As it turned out, Josiah was greatly capable of lust. To the surprise of both of them, such an interest arose when Zevah's beloved sister came to visit them. Shortly after Yonita's stay, Josiah spoke to Zevah of taking another wife, a not uncommon practice amidst their acquaintances. That he brought Yonita's name to the table as a candidate was more unsettling. At first, Zevah saw his suggestion as a criticism of her own worth in their home and as his spouse. But after many hours discussing the matter, Josiah made clear that this was not the case. A second wife would aid Zevah, not rival her. A second wife would bring him physical contentment, whilst she could be allowed her own private chambers. They already had two daughters that Josiah loved deeply, why should he not try for a son with another woman? Over time, Zevah grew to understand her husband's thoughts and saw the benefit in him taking her sister - her truest and closest friend - as his second wife. Who better to keep house with her, to raise their children with? Zevah's decision was made all the easier in the fact that Josiah was not commanding this change. He was truly asking. If Zevah did not approve, he would not disturb their home. With her blessing, Josia took Yonita as his second wife and the pair became sister-wives.";}
#zevah.cpdesc6:before{content:"The arrangement turned out blissful. Whilst Josiah and Yonita harboured a great and passionate affair, Zevah became Josiah's confidante and second in command. The sisters together were a formidable team and raised their daughters with the support of family. Their world was perfect. Until Josiah became ill. He grew weak, emaciated and started to show blemishes and lumps beneath his skin. His breathing became affected, then his ability to stand. Soon, he was bedridden and would die a few months later. In this time, Zevah and Yonita were given time to grieve, each in their own way. Whilst her sister cried great tears of heartbreak for losing the love of her life, Zevah wept privately for the truest friend one could ever know and turned her focus to the lessons Josiah had taught her. It is her final vow to her husband that she will not allow the Barak name to be taken from his bloodline and handed elsewhere. She will manage it, guard it and eventually pass it to any grandson her or Yonita's children are lucky to beget. She just has to hold onto the mantle until then...";}
#zuberi.cpname:before{content:"Zuberi of the Buuchu";}
#zuberi.cptitle:before{content:"His Greatness, Leierseun Zuberi of the Buuchu Gesin, Birthed Son of Leierseun Zane of the Buuchu Gesin and Kalifa of the Buuchu Gesin, Royal of Bedoa’mt";}
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#zuberi.cpdesc1:before,#zuberi .cpdesc1:before{content:"With two older brothers to contend with - both skilled fighters and thoughtful tacticians, Zuberi attempts to prove his worth, most often, through shows and fanfare of achievement. A deer supposedly uncatchable? A lion supposedly untameable? A woman supposedly unconquerable? Zuberi goes after each with the single-minded determination to claim a victory that might shine on his name as greatly as Naserian's skill and Kwabena's strength shine upon theirs. Beneath all the show, however, is a sensitive man who is only seeking connection and recognition in all the wrong ways.";}
#zuberi.cpdesc2:before{content:"Just three years old when his parents passed, Zuberi’s only memories of Zane and Kalifa are those formed from other people’s recollections. In his mind, the legacy of his father is a colossal mountain upon which he must measure himself and Zuberi’s desperation to be found worthy outweighs his skill. Not a natural talent with either war skills or diplomacy, Zuberi masks the inadequacies that everyone else clearly sees with boasts and self conscious lies.";}
#zuberi.cpdesc3:before{content:"The only place he is ever given a true compliment or smile is when he works upon his weapons, shearing impressively balanced blades and wrapping finely treated leather. To fill the days of an idle prince, Zuberi will occasionally craft for others in the gesin but still has yet to realise that his leisurely hobby could be something of import. And, after all, who would believe the socially awkward, tall tales spinner if he claimed to work such wonders?";}
#zuberi.cpdesc4:before{content:"Worse than doubts of his abilities are doubts of Zuberi’s integrity. In the hopes of giving Kande peace of mind in her future union, Zuberi has officiated himself as lead investigator of those proposed as suitors. But just what will happen should he discover the truth of the Ubuntu heir? And should he risk political turmoil with this revelation - a revelation that may not be believed - when his own union to a pretty princess of the Somalu is within his grasp?";}
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