Claudius has a minion!

Germanicus the Jorge

Legacy Name: Claudandus

The Glade Sheeta
Owner: Claudius

Age: 13 years, 10 months, 2 weeks

Born: November 4th, 2006

Adopted: 13 years, 10 months, 2 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: November 4th, 2006 (Legacy)


  • Level: 8
  • Strength: 14
  • Defense: 11
  • Speed: 17
  • Health: 10
  • HP: 10/10
  • Intelligence: 15
  • Books Read: 13
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed

I, Claudius the emperor, was born as Tiberius Claudius Drusus on 1 August 10 BC in Lugdunum, Gaul (today known to you as Lyon in France), and since my very first days in my life my family knew that I was different. My father, who always tried to protect me by saying that these symptoms would vanish over the following months, died when I was still a baby; and when my disabilities were still there when I turned 4 years, my mother and my grandmother felt more than vindicated in their opinion that I couldn't be a human being, but an ugly creature emerged from the sea, or even something worse. I admit... yes, I was different. I constantly shook my head, I stammered when I spoke and I often cluttered words, making it hard to understand me. But despite all that, my mind was as healthy as the one of my brother Germanicus - my dearest older brother, whom everyone loved for his good looks, his gentle and courageous nature and his almost limitless optimism - at least that's how I saw him and how I wanted him to be seen by others. And so I refused to revolt against my family treating me like an inferior creature by taking part in their cruel game; and so I turned into "the fool" everyone wanted me to be by pretending to be as stupid as I looked.

Germanicus was the one whom I saw as something like a role model and hero since I could remember. I loved him dearly, more than words could ever describe, but I never told him about that, too big was the fear of being laughed at for it, like the rest of my family always did whenever I made anyone of them a compliment or told them how much I loved them, even while they were showing me how much of a burden and embarrassment I was. Deep inside I knew that Germanicus would never make fun of me, in fact he always tried to protect me from the rest of the family by speaking up for me because I couldn't do it myself, stupid as I was - but I always kept in mind that he did it for everyone else as well, my dearest and wonderful Germanicus, and so I never saw it as something special.

When I turned 9 years old, my mother gave me to my grandmother Livia. Just as I expected, she was only worse. She barely talked to me, she only sent me short, angry letters of reproof. That Germanicus was still at home with our mother, received a proper education and good care, didn't make me jealous - I was proud of him, as always. Aged 14 I started to rebel against Livia - mainly by being drunk almost the whole day, sexual excesses and vulgar jokes. When Livia noticed that she couldn't handle all that anymore, just like mother before her, I thought she would send me back home so I could be together with my beloved Germanicus again, but unfortunately she didn't. Thinking that I only needed discipline and a strong hand, she gave me under the care of a former mule-driver: Flavius. He started to notice that I was in fact very sensitive and intelligent and that I only needed love and affection, and over the follwing two years my physical disabilities waned - but never went away completely. I also started to behave better, because I didn't want to upset Flavius whom I loved dearly and saw as something like a father and when I turned 17 in AD 7, my family took notice of me again, when Flavius informed them about how good I had developed. Also being informed about my huge interest in history, my mother wanted me to come back home and in the same year a Roman historian was hired to tutor me.

The following year I also met Germanicus again. It was on a huge celebration and although the whole family tried to prevent it, we were able to spend some time alone. Within the following hours we finally had some time to talk. Not about the past, as I never wanted to look back again; no, we discussed our future - and many things we said seemed to be the start of a new life for both of us, when Germanicus promised only good things to me, especially his plans for his life when he'd maybe become the new emperor after Augustus. He promised me a huge garden, filled with beautiful flowers and which should be the perfect playground for hundrets of birds and butterflies. He knew about my soft spot for these animals. He also promised me that I could sit in the garden then the whole day if I wanted to, peacefully, reading or writing history books or just listening to a slave woman playing the lyre for me - and that I could eat as many mushrooms as I wanted, from golden plates, and I could drink honey water the whole day; or wine if I'd wish. We had a lot of fun that night... but in the early morning hours, when the first birds started to sing outside and I looked to my beautiful sleeping brother, who actually looked like a god to me in that very moment, I started to regret all my words and especially my actions. I felt that I could discredit my dearest Germanicus if we'd really do what we had planned - and so I finally got rid of the only person who seemed to love me dearly, by waking him up, only to call him a liar and telling him how he wasn't better than the rest of the family. And after screaming at him that I never wanted to see him again, and how much I hated him, I left the celebration - much to the joy of the rest of my family...

I retired to a scholarly, private life, trying to forget my brother, especially that night that normally could've been the beginning of something new and great.
Something I only threw away, because I behaved like a stubborn fool.

But 10 years later, in AD 18, I saw him again: Germanicus, my precious wonderful brother. It was on a parade that was held before he would be sent to Asia, and when Germanicus saw me, he tried to talk to me - something that I, the fool, only answered by screaming at him, calling him names and telling him again how much I hated and despised him for being "everybody's darling". And so I left him alone one more time - not knowing that it was also for the last time. When I heard of his death in Asia one year later, I was overwhelmed by my feelings. It couldn't be true that my dearest Germanicus, whom I secretly still loved and admired more than words could describe, was dead. He couldn't be dead without knowing how much I really loved and admired him, I repeated over and over again in my head. I realized that moment how much I needed him... His strength, his optimism, his strong will, his humor. Knowing that Germanicus would've never wanted me to give myself up so early I tried to make the best out of every new day, but also with the feeling of remorse that I still was in conflict with my beloved brother when he died...

The rest is history


* Story by me

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