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Post by Sibyl on Jun 7, 2017 14:04:17 GMT
Love is a dangerous blade Sibyl lifted her eyes, confused for a moment until she saw Agron standing there. Agron, whom Gannicus had trusted and held close. Agron who had been hurt so badly and yet had managed to stand strong and lead them on a path away from that last battle that had taken everything. Agron who was possibly one of only three that she would want near her at this time.
"Gratitude, but I do not know if I can eat food," Sibyl said softly, choking out the words in an attempt to shield him from seeing her tears. "It feels as if there is a shackle, tighter than any I have ever known, wrapped around chest and throat and breathing is a battle I do not know if I can win."
It was as close as she knew how to describe the feeling of absolute and complete pain and loss that was weighing her down. She had once told Gannicus that there was no life absent his touch and it seemed that she might just get to see how true that statement was. She had been in severe pain before -- who among their number had not -- but this was worse than anything she had ever felt and she wasn't sure that she could survive this.
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Post by Sibyl on Jun 6, 2017 1:55:37 GMT
Love is a dangerous blade Sibyl wasn't sure what she was expecting, but seeing a ghost step out of the shadows of her home was not it.
She stared at him, trying to get her heart to stop it's mad race as she ran her eyes over him. Even though she was not sure what was happening, she found herself stepping forward, Gwyn held protectively against her.
"Gannicus?"
It looked like him. His eyes were still the bright blue that she always saw both in her dreams and in their daughter's tiny face. Only... his eyes were slightly different than she remembered. There was a pain there, now, that had never been there before. There was a few other things that she could not immediately identify. However, in a fracton of a moment, she decided that she did not need to be concerned right in this moment that she couldn't put words to everything in his eyes. What mattered was that he was here.
At least, she hoped that it was really him.
"Tell me true that you are real and not a shade come to torment me." She pleaded softly. "I wanted to die when I heard you were taken from me, but I managed to keep living. Losing you a second time might well finish me off."
She was not being overdramatic, but simply stating truth. Oh, her body might not die right away, not when their babe needed her, but her spirit and heart surely would wither this time. She desperately needed him to be real and for her to be able to touch him, to hold him. She feared that if this turned out to be some trick of the gods she would not be able to stand it. She feared what would happen when caring brothers Agron and Nasir returned home and found her unable to give voice to reason for reawakened grief.
She wanted to believe, wanted to know and accept that he was actually here; that somehow, the gods had spared him and led him back to her. However, she was also afraid to hope as too many times in the past hope led to pain.
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Post by Sibyl on Jun 3, 2017 4:57:16 GMT
love is a dangerous game There had been a great deal of fear running rampant through some of the cities of Rome after word was recieved of the actions of Spartacus and several other Gladiators. They had apparently attacked the nobles of their ludus and slaughtered everyone there who was not a slave. Secretly, Sibyl had wondered what the people there had done to incite such rage, but she dared not to voice such thoughts. Her family already thought that some of her ideas were odd, who knew what would happen if they were to find out that she was sympatizing with murderers and slaves?
She was in her room when she heard loud sounds outside in the courtyard. Looking out the window, she saw several men in varying degrees of dress attacking her father's guards. Without thinking of her actions, she opened her door to seek out the one person she was the most concerned about. However, she was surprised to see the man that she had been on her way to send to safety standing outside her door.
She was confused, but she knew that she could not allow him to be found here. She had a pretty good idea what would happen to a strong man like her dearest Gannicus if any of her father's men survived what she was sure was happening in the courtyard. Not to mention, the men that had descended on the villa would find their way inside to wipe out anyone left breathing.
"Gannicus, what are you doing in here? You need to get to safety. I have been saving coin. You can take it and start a new life where you will be free!"
This was possibly one of those times that she was at her most naive, but she truly believed that if Gannicus could escape during the chaos with the money, he could find his way to safety and freedom.
That thought was worth any cost in her eyes.
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Post by Sibyl on Jun 3, 2017 4:43:21 GMT
love is a dangerous game She was not sure where she got the courage to do this, but Sibyl had accepted the help of one she did not think would ever assist her in such an undertaking and dressed in something finer than anything she had touched in her life. Once she had been bathed and tied into the dress, she had received help in brushing her hair. She accepted suggestion that she should wear it down and free.
Once she was alone, she was not sure what to do. She did not know if she should go looking for the man she was drawn to looking like this -- for what if someone else saw her before he did?
She turned from the window, deciding that perhaps leaving the bedroom would not be a bad thing if she wanted to find him, when suddenly, he was there. It was as if the gods kept sending him to her no matter where she was or what was happening. Ever since he had saved her there had been something that had kept her focused on him -- no matter how many times he sought to avoid her.
"You request for me to do the impossible, Gannicus." Her voice was clear and steady. "I do not want to be around men like you. I want to be around one man: you."
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Post by Sibyl on Jun 3, 2017 4:09:24 GMT
love can be a double-edged blade Sibyl was doing better than she expected to be after everything that had happened. The loss of the man she had loved more than anything was still an aching wound, but she was stronger than most had ever expected -- than she had ever expected. She had traveled with Agron, Nasir, Laeta and the others that had managed to escape the last battle and head over the mountains. It was not too long into their flight when she had started falling ill. She had tried urging the others to go and leave her behind for fear of slowing them down and letting the Romans catch up to them, but those that grew close to her refused to heed her.
Even when she was despairing that she would bring them all to their end, none had abandoned her and it soon was made evident as to what was making her ill. The news was both joyous and terrifying to Sibyl. Joyous because it meant that the gods had blessed her to have a part of Gannicus with her even after his death. Terrifying because she didn't know how to be a mother or what she would do.
Again, in that she was not alone. When others broke off from the larger group and sought their own paths, Sibyl and Laeta had stayed with Agron and Nasir. Once they had found a place to settle, Sibyl was pulled into staying with the two fighters as treasured sister. When it was time for the baby to arive, Nasir and Laeta were their to aid her and Agron lent her what strength that he could.
Now, she had a little one with eyes as blue as her father's and hair that was so far a mixture of the blonde and brown of her parents. Wanting to honor her father's Celtic blood, she called the baby Gwyn. The babe soon became as treasured as her mother and the rest of the chosen family.
On this day, Agron and Nasir had other duties to attend to around the homestead and Sibyl had taken the babe with her to the market. She did not plan to be gone very long as she was just trading some of the medicines she had put together and was picking up different vegetables that they all enjoyed.
So, when she did make it back to the house, she was concerned to see that the door was partially open as she had expected Agron and Nasir to be busy for a few more hours yet. And as Laeta had her own house with her new chosen husband some ways off, Sibyl knew that it was not open for her friend.
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Post by Sibyl on May 30, 2017 18:32:50 GMT
love is a dangerous game Sibyl listened to what Melitta was saying about the Domina not forcing them to give up their names for others and gave a small smile of relief. When Melitta asked what her previous duties had been her smile faltered some.
"I helped the medicus that stayed in our home when he was able to be there, or I helped with small injuries and wounds when he was not. I worked in the bedrooms to keep them clean when they bid me to do so. I sewed and helped in the kitchen." Sibyl swallowed, not sure how to explain the rest of what her duties were. "Dominus told me that I was in training to be body slave and would give me different directions as he saw fit."
She still did not understand how she had come to be sold. She had done everything that her former Dominus ever asked her to -- even though there were some things that had upset her.
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Post by Sibyl on May 29, 2017 1:58:07 GMT
Sibyl allowed her eyes to meet those of the other woman as she had been moved to and was relieved to see that there was no anger or displeasure in the gaze fashioned upon her. She seemed to be just as nice and sincere as she sounded.
"It has always been my name from the time I was born," she answered readily. "I have never had any other name."
There was said to have been a reason that she was named Sibyl at her birth, but she had long forgotten the story she had once been told.
"Gratitude, but I would not wish to make my new Domina unhappy with me over a name."
She knew far too well, apparently, how simple things could upset ones masters when you did not even realize you had cause upset or offense.
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Post by Sibyl on May 28, 2017 4:17:52 GMT
love is a dangerous game Sibyl had not yet had anything to do with the Gladiators or those in training in the ludus where she now resided. She had been very careful to keep her head down and do everything that was told to her. She believed that being small and unobtrusive would probably server her as well here as it had in the villa she had been born in. She still felt scared and unsure about everything around her, but she believed she was making a friend in Melitta as the other woman never yelled at her and had been incredibly kind to her.
So, she was ill prepared when she was asked to go to the residing area of the Gladiators to deliver wine to one of them that had recently returned from a successful fight.
She managed to deliver the wine and almost extracted herself from the presence of the man that for some reason thought she was his reward when she heard others approaching. She was very sure that if the Domina thought she was giving body over to one of them men she would be punished or possibly sold in an auction. When the man was drinking more of the wine, Sibyl managed to pull away from him to exit from the room he was in and started to walk through the yard. She stuck to the shadows, not wanting anyone else to see her and possibly mistake the reason she had ventured from the house.
She had been so set on keeping her eyes down and staying as small as possible to blend into the shadows that she was not prepared for someone to stop in front of her and she walked right into them.
She stumbled back, barely managing not to trip over her own two feet and land in the dirt. She looked up and up even further until she recognized the man she had walked into.
Barca. The Beast of Carthage.
She had heard much of him from others in the house and she had been told that her best chance of not being harassed in the training yard or the area that was the living space of the Gladiators.
"Apologies, sir," Sibyl said, lowering her eyes in obeisance as quickly as she could manage. "I meant no insult. I was not paying close enough attention and I will never do such again."
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Post by Sibyl on May 28, 2017 3:12:54 GMT
To say that Sibyl was pretty well scared and worried would not be that much of an overstatement. She still did not have understanding of why she had been sold by her former Dominus as she had always obeyed without question and had never did anything that could have been called defiance. She had always been the perfect slave and was told by her Dominus that he had valued her very highly.
Yet, here she was. Sold to someone she did not know and having to get used to new people, new rules and a whole new way of life.
When she was brought in front of the one who would be training her, she kept her eyes down to the floor as she had been taught. The other woman's voice was kind and Sibyl hoped that meant that she would not harm her if she did not learn everything fast enough.
"I have been called Sibyl," she said softly. "But have been told that Domina may wish to call me by another name."
She hoped not since her name was the only thing that had ever been hers.
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Post by Sibyl on May 26, 2017 2:11:14 GMT
| ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name:. Sibyl
.:Nick Name:. Little Thing
.:Affiliation:. Slave, Rebel
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Sibyl is very slender and slight. She appears to be weaker than others, but appearances are often deceiving. She has hazel eyes and long brown hair. She is also seen as being very fair-skinned. She often dresses in simple shifts with braided belts to keep things in place and if she is not barefoot, she wears sandles or boots when it is cold out. She appears to be petite in stature. After all, she has spent her entire life making herself appear as small as possible.
.:Height:. 5'5"
.:Portrayed by:. Gwendoline Taylor
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:. Sibyl is a shy, sweet and innocent young slave, who is timid, kind and soft-spoken. She is also highly spiritual, and holds strong belief in the gods. Somehow, she has managed to keep her sweetness even after a life of slavery and the things that she endured at the hands of her Dominus. While she hates seeing anyone suffer, it seems her loyalty is mostly to the Rebels -- Gannicus and Spartacus in particular. She is not a fighter, but she is still protective of those that she cares for. Her caring nature and natural sweetness is able to draw people to her and her ability to care for people makes it easy for others to try to shield her and protect her. She doesn't like having attention drawn to herself if she can help it, and would rather deflect it to someone else. She is also more willing to risk herself in a dangerous position than risk someone else. She can be very brave when the situation calls for it, but is happy to remain in the shadows if she can.
.:Special Skills:. Sibyl seems to have a multitude of skills when it comes to taking care of others. She can prepare food and mend cloth and clothing. She has great skill in taking care of wounds and people when they are ill. She also appears to be handy with a knife as she has been able to offer blood to her gods without doing serious damage to herself. She doesn't talk much about her life with her Dominus, but it can be believed that she learned other skills while enslaved that she does not freely share with others. [Exceptions to this rule may be Gannicus, Nasir and Laeta.] She also seems to be very skilled at getting information and answers out of people by just being herself and being innocent to them.
.:Weaknesses:. Most people would see Sibyl's gentleness and her inability to fight as weaknesses. [Certain men would argue about that since it is what draws people to her and helps get imformation from them] Sibyl has never been taught to fight and thus, she does not know how to defend herself if she is attacked. She knows how to run and to hide, but she has never known how to fight or attack someone.
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.:Birthplace:. Sinuessa en Valle in the villa of Laurus
.:Family:. Unknown mother and father as Sibyl was too young to recall their names when they were removed from the villa
.:Occupation:. Former house slave. Slowing working to find her place within the Rebellion.
.:History:. Sibyl was born in the household of Laurus. Her parents were said to be very beautiful by some of the other slaves and were put with each other by Laurus because he wanted them to have a beautiful child that would be born in his household. Laurus had never been clear with anyone about why he wanted this, but Sibyl was born into slavery in this house. She was very young when they disappeared from the household, and since she was so young, it never ocurred to her to ask what had happened to her parents. (Since being freed, though, she sometimes wonders.)
Sibyl learned from an early age never to talk back to her Dominus and never to try to fight. She kept her head down and her eyes lowered -- always doing her best never to incite the rage of her Dominus and his friends. It didn't always work, but she tried. She embraced the religion of the gods and it was said that she was quite spiritual and Laurus liked to put about the story that gods talked to Sibyl and guided him in what he did. As she grew up, she became adept in offering care to other slaves and the wounds they suffered at the hands of others above them. While she took care of others, Diotimos became her friend and he took care of her when he could. When Diotimos escaped, it was Sibyl who ended up bearing the brunt of Laurus' rage for several days and nights after that.
With the fear of Spartacus and his rebellion growing, things became even more tense and dangerous in the house of Laurus. When he started punishing the slaves for speaking of Spartacus -- or even the idea that they were thinking his name -- Sibyl didn't expect that she would last long on this Earth. It was when he sentenced one of the slaves to death by stoning that Sibyl knew there would be only one way out for her and the others -- no matter how timid and obedient she was.
However, something that even she didn't forsee or hear from the gods happened that changed everything.
Diotimos returned to the House of Laurus to free her and the other slaves. He met his death in that same house he had fled. In shock over the death of her friend, and terrified of what would happen next, Sibyl took up Diotimos' sword in an attempt to defend the other slaves that had been shackled with her. Laurus attacked her, causing blood, but before he could do further harm to her and kill her, the gods sent a savior in the form of the former Gladiator Gannicus.
Sibyl knew her life would never be the same and she was okay with that.
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