forum ~Athens~ an Ancient Greece roleplay ((closed))
Started by @blue_topaz
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@blue_topaz

Also, a bit of shameless advertising, I have an rp called The Broken Dreams Club that needs more joiners, if you guys’d like to join that would be great :P

@Desvelarse pets

Name: Ambrosia Sapatis.
Age: 22 years old.
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual, but prefers women.
Status: Middle Class.
Occupation/Apprenticeship (if applicable): Works as a maid for an upoer class family.
Appearance: https://notebook-content-uploads.s3.amazonaws.com/content/uploads/original/2f5bd5fe-10d2-4db3-90db-10f2b53828e8.jpeg?1521403074 (roughly like this kind of). She would have been considered albino. Very light blue-greyish eyes. Hourglass and slender build. Around 5’9 or so.
Personality: Extroverted, wild, clever, easily annoyed, vulgar, passionate, sarcastic, brutally honest, very protective, loyal, not easily made upset, doesn’t think well under pressure, judges easily, can be flirtatious if she feels like it, a bit “sassy”, definitely more of the dominant person in a relationship but could be the submissive one.
Flaws: Doesn’t open up too easily, usually has this ‘tough girl’ attitude all the time that she uses to hide her real feelings, and she holds grudges for what seems like forever.
Likes: Very good with her words, loves when she gets what she wants.
Dislikes: Snobby people, dirty things in general.
Other: None really.

@blue_topaz

The sun hung in the pale blue sky above, hot and insufferable, prompting Phoebus to reach up a hand and wipe the sweat from his brow. Usually, he felt some kind of comfort, looking up there and seeing the great god’s chariot, knowing that his namesake was up there somewhere, but today he felt nothing but fatigue and mild irritation. He supposed be was lucky that his skin, however light-toned, didn’t easily burn and only flushed under intense sunlight, and looking around at the crowds decked out in burns and sunrash, it was easy to feel blessed. Sighing, Phoebus dodged a man carrying baskets of figs and let the sights and sounds of the market wash over him.

Colourful stands were set up in an orderly fashion, products spread out in pleasing displays, and crowds of people snakes through the pathways formed by the vendors and their items. Advertisements were tossed around (“The finest pottery in all of Athens!”) (“Genuine wild boar, come and get your share!”) in loud, boisterous voices, glinting coins changed hands, customers left with either a sense of appeasement or a boiling frustration.

But neither pottery nor wild boar was what Phoebus was looking for. He sighed again, and continued his search.

@gracehustle

(sry its a little short, I gtg to school but I'll be on most of the day.)
Theresa walked through the market casually, acting like everyone else as she carefully pickpocketed passerbys for money. She was humming to herself and no one cared, because she was nothing more than a dirty street rat that took what she wanted no matter what anyone said.

@Imperfect_Autumn group

Kallisto smiled at the sellers in the market as she walked through it. She was there for one thing, and one thing only: fabric for bandages. The healer was nearly out, so he had sent her to buy some, and, not wanting to risk disappointing him again, she had readily agreed.

Don't get distracted. Don't get distracted. Don't get distracted. Just fabric for bandages today. No buying any fruit – no matter how delicious it looks today – or jewelry – even if it does sparkly beautifully in the sun.

@StarkSpangledMayflower_Mad_Elder

Altheia walked around the market looking at all the bright colours and beautiful smells. She had walked out of the bakery for a little while to get some spices and herbs for the bread, and sugar/honey for the sweet bread. She looked around for her favourite spice vendor. Upon seeing him, she smiled and walked up to get her needed supplies.

@EmptyNebula group

Adonis opened the thermopolia for breakfast that day. The people would start trickling in in a few minutes so he took whatever extra time to clean up the place a bit. He wiped each lion paw tripod table and swept the marble floors before heading back to the kitchen. He pre-made some staititēs and barely bread and dried the remaining dishes so that they were ready to eat on.

His cousin, Clio, had just woken up from the small room behind the kitchen door. "Good morning, Adonis. How are you feeling?" She asked him while placing her hand gently on his shoulder. She knew how he felt about touching and wanted to do it without disturbing him as much as possible. He shrugged slightly and made a humming noise that Clio could recognize as 'it's fine but could be better.' "The first customers are coming in so can you take their orders while I wash up?" She walked to the bathroom, not waiting for an answer because she knew he could handle it.

@blue_topaz

Phoebus inhaled deeply, breathing in the aroma of fresh-baked bread and wine. He drifted down the well-trodden pathway, looking around from stall to stall but still not finding what he was looking for.

After what seemed like ages of roaming under the sweltering sun, he finally happened upon it; a stall selling musical instruments. Finally.

@StarkSpangledMayflower_Mad_Elder

Altheia quickly purchased her spices then went into the only bakery in the town. She ran into the kitchen and quickly started kneading bread dough. Once it was properly kneaded, she set it to the side to rise before taking some fresh loaves out of the oven

@Imperfect_Autumn group

"A lovely pendant for a lovely lady!" a jeweler called from his stall, causing Kallisto to pause for a moment.

No no no, you can't get distracted! Just go buy the fabric. Nothing more, nothing less.

Kallisto sighed and started on her way again. She shook her head, walking toward the stall she needed to reach.

@blue_topaz

Phoebus ran a hand through his hair, hot and frustrated. “The price on this lyre is ridiculous!”
The stall owner smiled crookedly, all missing teeth and scarred lips.
“I don’t make the prices.”, he shrugged.
“Yes you do! These are your instruments!”
“And I say that the lyre is fifteen drachma.”
“But— Fine, how much do you charge for fixing old instruments?”
“Twenty.”
“What?!”