Social Status
Name: Gaius Julius Caesar
Age: 55
(Born 100 B.C)
Family:
Gens Julia
Class: Patrician
Profession: General/Politician
Public Party: Populares
Private Party: Caesarist Populares
Patron(s): None
Clients: Marcus Antonius, Marcus Aemilius Lepidus
Children: Gaius Julius Octavianus
(Adopted);
Julia of the Julii (Deceased); Ptolemy XV Philopator Philometor Caesar
(Bastard)
Imperium: The Republic herself
Reputation: (Rank 20) Revered -- The last of the Triumvirs and the First Citizen, the heir of Marius and the inheritor of Sulla, the
imperator and the dictator, a living god in flesh -- Caesar.
Economic Status
Wealth: 4000 talents
Monthly Income: 3400 denarii
Buildings Owned: The Domus of the Julii (net worth: 380 talents), the Curia Julia (net worth: 1200 talents)
Land Held: 400 acres (net worth: 1360 talents)
Slaves Owned: 230
Debts Owed: 11
Debts Held: 34
Titles and Honors
Cognomina: Caesar (
lit. 'Hairy one')
Agnomen: Imperator, Gallicus, Pater Patriae
Honors and Decorations: The Civic Crown, Pater Patriae (
lit. Father of the Fatherland)
Offices Held: Dictator-For-Life, Prefect of the Morals, Tribune, Consul, Pontifex Maximus
Past Offices Held: Consul, Proconsul, Legatus, Praetor, Aedile, Military Tribune, Pontifex Maximus, Flamen Dialis, propraetor, censor
Triumphs Held: 8
Cases Won: 21
Campaigns Led: 33
Consulates Held: 5
Stats
Military: Legendary
(19) -- You are military mind to rival all others, equaling Hannibal and Alexander, a commander who will be immortalized as legend in the centuries to come. You have no equal in Rome, living or dead.
Charisma: Epic
(18) -- Your voice can sway the dead and bind the living. Your soldiers would die for you a thousand times, and your followers would conquer the world in your name.
Stewardship: Very Poor
(2) -- Coin is no concern for the greatest of all.
Intelligence: Renowned
(16) -- Soft of tongue and quick of wit, adaptive and possessed of great foresight, you are one of Rome's finest minds.
Education: Renowned
(15) -- You have read the works of the elders and heard the words of Socrates and Plato. You walk in the footsteps of the ancients, and their words fall from your lips like jewels.
Subterfuge: Accomplished
(14) -- Your foes vanish in the night and your will is done in the dark.
Skills
Combat: Epic
(18) -- No man may stand against Caesar and live.
Oratory: Renowned
(16) -- You speak, and the mob swells. Your voice is a thunderbolt from on high, and only a few in the Republic might match it.
Command: Mythical
(20) -- No man who has ever served under you would do less than die on his sword at your word. The legions are yours, mind, body, and soul. You command the soldier's hand, the soldier's thought, the soldier's heart. When you make a fist, the legions roar, and you are adored as unto a living god by your men.
Engineering: Renowned
(15) -- The legions build the roads, and all roads lead to Rome.
Logistics: Accomplished
(13) — Armies are little but numbers and lines, numbers and lines you can understand with ease.
Law: Epic
(18) -- The law is the word, the word is the law, and Caesar is the word.
Philosophy: Renowned
(15): The words of the ancients thunder through your mind. Plato, Diogenes, Socrates -- these have been your teachers.
Administration: Legendary
(19): The sun, the stars, the years and the days, all run by your clock and by your word. From chaos and disorder, you forge order.
Diplomacy: Accomplished
(12): Your words have bested almost as many foes as your sword.
Auguries and Foretellings
The Ides of March [EPIC]: You were approached by a wizened old man in the Forum, and in the voice of an augur, he decreed that the one named Caesar must beware the Ides of March. A great doom lies on the horizon, swiftly approaching for the sun that has grown blind in the light of his own glory.
The Prophecy of the Caesars [EPIC]: The Sybilline Books say that after a time of great war, a race of hairy ones shall raise Rome up from the dust and give her a thousand years of glory. The books say that they shall kill her and save her all at once, and that though not bound by blood, their line will last for a thousand years. The prophecies of the Sibyls say that the last of the hairy ones will never walk in Rome and never speak Latin, but he will die alone with a sword in his hand, defending the last of the Romans — and the dream of Rome will die with him.
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