Austin Moita
HW#4:Character Introduction
Tiberius, as described by Tullia and narrator
Tullia,
an equestrian herself, was amazed at the sight of Tiberius. While it was a very
short moment of sight, the sheer gaudiness of Tiberius’s muscles was breathtaking,
bulging outwards from the white, raggedy toga that gave away his public class.
Tiberius
had always been in the business of blacksmithing. He had spent long, brutal
days being taught the ways of smelting swords and shields by his since deceased
father. The persistence Tiberius had in pursuit of becoming a great blacksmith
was evident by the marks on his arms, cuts and burns long past scarred, strategically
located on his arms to give them the look of a war veteran. Still an
apprentice, the constant work had kept Tiberius youthful, but also took much of
his time, and at 21 was getting old for finding a wife.
He
was tall for a Roman as well, easily standing taller than any man Tulllia had
met. His long brown hair flowed down to his broad shoulders, but what Tullia
noticed most were his eyes. They were jet black, wide and piercing, almost like
he was taking in and understanding everything around him seamlessly. And then, as
quickly as she was stunned by his appearance, she was ripped away from his
figure. Gagged and pushed from behind by two men, the only hope Tullia had at
that moment was a man she had never met; Tiberius.
Tullia, as described by Marcus Junius Brutus and
narrator
Marcus
looked in the corner at Tullia, at a crossroads from hell with what to do with
the girl. She was 16, ready to take the next step in her life in marriage but
torn by the recent murder of her brother, Appius. Her simple toga she had worn
to the Fourm had been ripped off during her kidnapping and lay off to the side.
She had used it to hide the elegant, purple palla she wore over a fine, silk
stola. She wanted to leave Rome in stealth, but her family’s well-being left
her with no clothing that could hide her evident wealth and importance.
He
looked at her face, her eyes closed since being knocked unconscious. Marcus
felt guilty seeing the makeup she applied, knowing she was constantly trying to
further the best men Rome. He had to kill her if he was to keep his plan a
secret. She had seen the argument between her brother and himself, arguing over
the planned assassination, and ending with Marcus stabbing Appius to death. She
had offered a variety of rare pieces of jewelry she had tried to smuggle away
with her, like pearls and emeralds, but Marcus knocked her out to silence her
pleading. “She needs to die” he whispered aloud. He was running out of time.
