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Iovita Philus


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Jan 17 2018, 08:08 PM
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<center><i>10 Justinian, 9:41</i></center><p>
Maker, did Iovita hate parties like this! It was the sort of affair where the point was less for the guests to enjoy themselves and more for the hosts to show off their wealth all while everyone forged social connections. It all reminded her of the lengths her family used to go to in order to try to restore some of their honor and reputation. Iovita had given considerable thought into just staying at home, but weeks ago (and without thinking it through) she already promised to come. She didn’t care much for social standing, but she didn’t want to be remembered as the sort of person who backed out on her word. A brief appearance would be enough.<p>
Even though the party didn’t begin until the late evening, there were some in attendance who had spent the better part of the day getting ready. Iovita was not one of them. She had no desire to draw attention to herself, and so she dressed plainly but neatly. Her dark blue silk robes were fine yet unadorned, and the only jewellery she wore was a necklace that once belonged to her mother. It was one of the few pieces she still owed, it seemed foolish to hold on to so much unneceassry finery.<p>
She had already said her polite hellos to some of the people who were expecting her, and her next plan was to fade into the background while she finished her wine (and maybe have a second) and then quietly slip out. Nearly everyone was standing and mingling, but Iovita settled down in a chair near the back of the room. Roaming around didn’t work out so well for her, especially not when wine was involved.<p>
As she sipped her wine, she watched the crowd, and a slight smile appeared on her face. Really, the whole thing seemed ridiculous when you took a step back to watch. She didn’t notice when a young slave approached her.<p>
<strong style=color:#b38484>”My lady?</strong> he asked with a bow. <strong style=color:#b38484>”Are you alright? Do you need anything.”</strong> <p>
<strong style=color:#698492>”No thank you, I…”</strong> Iovita trailed off once she got a good look at him and how frail and thin he looked. <strong style=color:#698492>”Wait...I want to tell you something>”</strong> She montioned for him to lean closer, and he did. She dropped her voice to a whisper as she continued <strong style=color:#698492>”I want sneak you some good food without getting you in trouble. Come back in a bit while I think of a plan</strong><p>
The slave’s eyes grew with with surprise. <strong style=color:#b38484>”My lady...are...are you sure?”</strong> <p>
Iovita nodded. <strong style=color:#698492>”I am, and I’d like for you to help me think up a good plan. I’m not the best at thinking up ideas.”</strong><p>
<strong style=color:#b38484>”I will, thank you.”</strong> He gave Iovita one final bow before going along on his way. Iovita leaned back in her seat, taking another sip of wine as she watched him go.
<strong style=color:#698492>Mage Speak</strong> <i style=color:#698492>Think Colour</i>

Jan 17 2018, 10:55 AM
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<h1>Iovita Philus</h1>
<h2>39 years old . healer . mage . Indira Varma</h2>
<h3>planxty . 29 . est . discord</h3>
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<ol>Race & Nationality</ol>
Human - Tevinter

Chaotic good

<ol>Family Members</ol>
Tullia Coellius, mother, deceased<br>
Cicero Coellius, father, 74<p>

Vincio Calvus, first husband, deceased<p>

Marcian Philus, second husband, deceased<br>
Petronia Philus, daughter, 12

staff: advanced


creation, arcane
spirit healer

The Coellius family was once a wealthy and powerful family in the Imperium, but not long before Iovita was born, they fell on hard times. A misstep in the game of political intrigue led Cicero Coellius to lose his seat in the Magisterium, and with it the family lost the respect of their powerful peers and much of their fortune. All they had left was their Altus status and just enough money to keep up the illusion that they still had wealth to their name.<p>
Iovita was supposed to save the family, and when no younger siblings came along, the burden rested solely on her shoulders. She was supposed to marry a wealthy man who wouldn't be bothered by the shadow of disgrace that hung over her family. Iovita understood that truth for as long as she could remember, and even when she was a young child her parents saw every boy she met as someone who might grow up to be a potential suitor.<p>

She grew up surrounded by an odd blend of opulence and decay. The family home was large and lovely but in a constant state of disrepair, most of their belongings were very old and valuable but they rarely bought anything new, and her father had a remarkable talent for haggling. Iovita never studied at any of the Imperium's Circle, but instead studied at home under a number of tutors. Each one never stayed long, always driven away by a disagreement over payment.<p>

Iovita studied hard to develop her talents, magical and otherwise. After all, if she was to attract a wealthy husband she needed every advantage she could get. She also studied extensively in history, the arts, and languages and sometimes took it upon herself to delve into books on her own during the times when she lacked a teacher. She was a dutiful, obedient, and hard working child...until adolescence.<p>

The whole ordeal seemed so empty and pointless. All Iovita wanted was to go on and find her own way in the world, but having never given any thought to such things, she had no clue what that was. She grudgingly kept up with the family obligations (now with minimal effort), but she spent as much time as she could away from home, roaming the streets and getting into trouble with Latean and Soporati children. It was a more honest, enjoyable existence than anything she had ever known.<p>

As a young woman, Iovita began to settle down, become complacent, and accept her fate. She began to focus her magical studies to the art of healing, and found that it came easily to her. All the while, though, she still wished for something more meaningful, and the more she learned about healing magic, the more those old feelings stirred back up. What was the point in learning how to help hurt people if all she would use it for was to make herself seem more appealing?<p>

She still kept occasional contact with some of her closest lower class friends from her wilder days, and one of them unknowingly gave her the idea to really go off and forge a meaningful life for herself. It was his last night before he went off with the Imperial army, and after a late night of drinking and talking Iovita began to wonder if that might be the best practical use for her talents. The next morning (still hungover) she made up her mind, and she only stayed home long enough to make the necessary arrangements. Her parents were furious, but they allowed it on the hope that this was just a silly young woman's flight of fancy. She would get it out of her system and come home again able to brag to her suitors about how compassionate and selfless she was.<p>

Iovita, however, had no intention of returning. She traded a mostly leisurely life for a fast paced one with little comfort, and she left behind luxury to treat gruesome wounds. Her old work ethic was back and stronger than ever, and Iovita soon learned that she could keep a cool head under pressure. This was her new life, and she never looked back. In time she created a new life that had more in it than just her work. She fell in love with and soon married an elf named Vincio, and she nearly forgot about the parents she left behind, only sending the occasional letter when the mood struck her (she never mentioned her marriage).<p>

When tragedy struck, the timing could not have been worse. Iovita had recently found out she was pregnant and received news that her mother was in poor health. She wanted to return home for a while to take care of her mother, come clean about her marriage (consequences be damned), and have her baby. Iovita doesn't remember anything about the Qunari attack. There were explosions, she sustained a head injury, lost her baby, and Vincio was killed instantly.<p>

When she was stable enough to safely make the journey, Iovita was returned home. Instead of aiding her recovery and being grateful that his daughter survived at all, her father wasted no time in trying to patch up the perceived mess she made. He took advantage of her weakened state and had her married to Marcian Philus. Marcian was a wealthy Soprati merchant who was only interested in marrying up into an Altus family and siring mage children. To this day Iovita cannot remember if she actually agreed to the union or not.<p>

Macrian was unkind but not cruel, and even as Iovita recovered and became more herself again, he always viewed her as weak and frail. It was a miserable way to live, but once Iovita found out she was expecting a child, she thought she would have some joy back in her life. If she couldn't love (or even like) her husband, surely she would love her child? Even that proved to be too much to hope for. Iovita couldn't find that love and joy for the first year of her daughter's life. Instead she felt anger and resentment that Marcian's child had lived while Vincio's never had a chance. Having a healthy child re-opened old wounds and made her grief ache all the more.<p>

Her emotional state only reinforced Marcian's opinions of her: that she was sick and frail and that he had a heart of gold for marrying a woman like her. She resented him for it, but she came to learn that there was an advantage in letting him underestimate her health and her abilities. He never paid much attention to her and didn't notice when she started spending large amounts of his money or having affairs. It crossed her mind more than once that maybe she could be rid of him entirely.<p>

As a healer, Iovita had learned a great deal about herbs and poultices that extend a person's life, and also a little about those that shorten it. She hadn't been very careful in hiding her steps when she poisoned his wine, but no one suspected his poor infirm wife. He was known to treat his slaves poorly, surely one of them did it.<p>

Once Macrian was out of the way, Iovita dropped the helpless act (which raised some questions about the nature of her husband's death) and began dismantling his trade empire in her own way. She freed his slaves and found proper paid jobs for those who wished to stay around, and she sold his business and holdings to the highest bidder. She never gave any of her new wealthy to her father, even though he grew more and more destitute with each passing year. The bastard could starve on the streets for all she cared.<p>

Finally, Iovita is able to live a pleasant, dignfied life again. Her main source of income comes from investments, all managed by a trusted retainer--for all of her efforts, it's still all beyond her comprehension, and she keeps herself busy by running a clinic out of her home and sometimes giving lectures on the healing arts.

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