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[center][h2][color=80B3BA]Liviana Decima Traianus of the Lusitanian Empire[/color][/h2]
[img]http://i.imgur.com/xrHQiD8.jpg?2[/img]
[sub][i]"I’ll either find a way, or I’ll make one."[/i]-[b]Hannibal Barca[/b][/sub][/center]

[b][u]Nickname:[/u][/b] Liv or Livy to her friends and family. Is called “Decima” by her siblings when they’re being condescending.

[b][u]Birth date and age:[/u][/b] September 4; currently 16.

[b][u]Sexuality:[/u][/b] Asexual.

[hr][center][i]"They look at me and say, "She's so tiny. How could I ever follow her?" I want them to say, "She's so smart. I would be honored to follow her."[/i][/center][hr]

[color=80b3ba][center][b][u]In Depth Appearance:[/u][/b][/center][/color]
Even though Lusitanians tend to be small (With women an average of five feet even, and men an average of five feet four), Liv is especially tiny, standing a proud four feet six inches tall and weighing a whopping seventy pounds. Her features aren’t much to look at; her freckled complexion has gotten her passed off as a commoner more than once. Thin, colorless lips, dull brown hair, and unremarkable gray eyes only add to the “common” appearance, though she often wears her hair elaborately braided and pinned and a good deal of cosmetics so that she looks “more royal.” Whatever that means.

Her clothing style is simple and elegant; she favors her people’s traditional clothing of long, loose dresses, always with sleeves, even in the heat of summer, and leather sandals with elaborate straps, even in the winter. She usually wears light colors, usually whites and pale blues and lavenders. Often she will also have a vivid scarf, usually purple but sometimes bright blue, wrapped around her body and sometimes over her hair as well. When she has to go on a horseback ride or a hike, she compromises; she wears a short, above-the-knee tunic in the traditional style, and leggings or tights underneath it.

[hr][center][i]"My duty is first and foremost to my gods, second to my people, thirdly to my family, and only lastly to myself. What I desire doesn't matter."[/i][/center][hr]

[center][color=80b3ba][b][u]Personality:[/u][/b][/color]
[u]• Determined • Intelligent • Self-Conscious • [/u]
Liv is, to put it in the words of her eldest brother, a “four-foot-six firecracker”. She’s not afraid to use her intelligence to get people to do what she wants them to, and is usually quite successful, well, until anyone mentions her lack of physical strength, and then she wilts. Despite her young age she is not naive in the slightest; she realizes that the world will never be a perfect place and her duty is to keep her own empire and people strong, and if that means being sent off to marry some man she doesn't know, then so be it. She's quite pious, devoting a portion of each day to her worship of the main twelve gods in her people's pantheon.[/center]

[b][u]Likes:[/u][/b]
[list][*]Literature
[*]Classical music
[*]Politics
[*]Psychology
[*]Tea with milk and honey
[*]Drawing[/list]

[b][u]Dislikes:[/u][/b]
[list][*]Closed-minded fools
[*]Being lifted up in the air
[*]Popular music
[*]Conformity
[*]Fighting[/list]

[b][u]Fears:[/u][/b]
[list][*]Loneliness
[*]People finding out her secret
[*]Darkness[/list]

[hr][center][i]"I just want to leave a legacy for the world, and I can't do it when I'm stuck in this broken, useless body. All I can hope is that some day the gods will give me a purpose to work for."[/i][/center][hr]

[center][color=80b3ba][b][u]Biography:[/u][/b][/color] 
The youngest of ten children, (with seven brothers and two sisters) there was never much hope for Liv ever contributing anything to the Lusitanian Empire, other than being a figure to marry off to make an alliance. After all, Lusitania is first of all a military empire, making its wealth from conquest of smaller countries and providing a safe place for merchants to run their businesses, and it would speak ill of the empire if such a weak specimen as Liv were ever to hold a prominent place.

Unlike her siblings, Liv was never physically strong or beautiful. An illness when she was seven years old stunted her growth and left her with a ruined immune system; a seasonal cold is enough to leave her in bed, too weak to do anything, for a week or more. But what she had, that most of her siblings did not have, was an intellect to rival any show of physical strength. Her siblings were wary of her for it, until they realized how fragile her self-confidence was. If they didn’t like the way an argument was going, all they had to do was mention “At least I’m actually useful, [i]Decima.[/i]” and she would break down.

It’s still Lusitanian tradition, despite attempts at reform, that noble girls are married off as soon as they are able to bear children, and noble boys marry when they turn sixteen. Each of Liv’s brothers took a wife from some domestic noble family, each girl between the ages of twelve and fifteen; her sisters were married off to foreigners at the age of sixteen, out of respect for the different cultures having different age requirements. It was expected that Liv would be betrothed to some low-level noble within Lusitania; since the girl’s tenth birthday the people eagerly awaited the announcement. But it never came, because the doctors had, when Liv was fourteen, realized that her repeated illness had rendered her sterile, that she could never bear children. In other words, she was useless to her family. 

Liv was sent to Aciras in the hopes that she could be married off to some foreign dignitary and effectively become their problem, rather than a blemish on her own empire. She had to be sent off when she was sixteen, before her people could start wondering whether there was some other reason for her to not be married yet.[/center]

[center][b][u][color=80b3ba]Theme Song:[/color][/u][/b] 
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zgnHF2CwrPs]I can go the distance – Michael Bolton (From Hercules)[/url]
[sub][i]I know every mile
Will be worth my while…
I will go ‘most anywhere
To find where I belong.[/i][/sub][/center]
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