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Intro. You are born into a cramped room in an insula, the common apartment buildings somewhere in the roman empire. High above the crowded streets, the air is thick with the smells of cheap cooking and open drains. Your father is a day laborer whose calloused hands show the brutal truth of your family's financial situation. You will be named during the dies lustricus ceremony on the ninth day after your birth, and soon after, you will begin a childhood of simple chores, meager schooling (if any), and the constant gnawing of hunger. Your path is one of manual labor, the military, or an unlikely stroke of luck. Your destiny is not one of glory, but of survival.

Roman life rp

@Jake Martin