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Septimus Cicero

Dragon
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About Septimus Cicero

Septimus Cicero

Custom Fields

  • Playby
    Kit Harington
  • Sexuality
    Heterosexual
  • Age
    540
  • Nicknames
    Sept
  • Occupation
    Dawnbreak Apothecary - Apothecary
  • Relationship Status
    Single
  • Species
    Dragon

Character Profile

  • Appearance

    height: 5'8"

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  • Personality

    reliable, practical, ambitious, sensual, efficient, stubborn, self-indulgent, materialistic, possessive, frugal

  • Shifted Appearance

    scale color: black

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  • History

    Born Septimus Valerius Circero, as the seventh son, he was doted upon like no other. If you thought of lucky number seven, chances are he was the one you were thinking of. While he may not have been born a frost dragon, the simple truth of the matter is that he was lucky in his own regard. He had everything he could have ever wanted and more. His family had helped rule the Roman empire and because of that, if for no other reason, the people both respected and feared the mighty Cicero family. Shortly after his hatching, during the age of the inquisition, they had to uproot their lives and from that point on, they moved from place to place. Slowly, one by one, his family members scattered and shattered the careful dynamic that the Cicero family patriach had put into place. It was his father, alone, who stuck by Septimus and taught him how to be self-sufficient and more importantly, how to fly under the radar. Growing up, he was a sweet boy with a deep-rooted love for plants and thus, it was no real surprise that he grew up to be an apothecary. While some may laugh at his profession, the simple truth of the matter is that it's kept him afloat and there are still those that believe in the healing powers of holistic medicine. He didn't turn anyone away, least of all those that truly needed his guiding hand. Despite his kindness, he found himself alone and not just that but, for the first time in his life, he felt lonely.

Recent Posts

  1. Septimus Cicero

    Having just come into possession of an actual apothecary store meant that he was making roots. Roots scared the fuck out of him, even if it was only because roots always had a way of getting burned, just as bridges did. The only positive about this place seemed to be the fact he had met a younger dragon in all the hubbub. She almost didn't compare to the people he'd known back home but perhaps, that was just him being biased. She was a Callian and though the name was familiar, the simple truth of the matter was that when you got to be ihs age or even older, you tended to hear stories. It was whether or not one put much stock into those stories that really mattered. He tended to wait 'till he heard it from the horse's mouth, especially in the case of a dame he was keen on attempting to court.

     

    That particular day found him sitting cross-legged on the ground, examining weeds that grew out of the cracks in the sidewalk. He knew they weren't dangerous (at least, not to him) but they still fascinated him. At last, he wrapped his fingers around the weeds and gave them a sharp pull, ripping them from between the cracks. It wasn't as much fun gardening, but it served its uses, he supposed (albeit a bit grudgingly). He stuffed the weeds into the pocket of his jacket, making a mental note to throw them onto the compost later. When he was satisified, he stood up and wiped his hands off on his pants, attempting to get rid of any dirt that remained on his calloused hands.

     

    Morrigan

  2. Septimus Cicero

    He winced. What the hell had he said that had set her off? Then it dawned on him and he shook his head, holding up his hands in what he hoped was a placating manner. "Look, I think you may have misunderstood what I meant. My family was very close-knit and then they scattered to the four winds. I've been on my own ever since, not counting a few rather illicit affairs here and there. I was not at all referring to you." He said calmly, a brief look of hurt crossing his features as he mentioned his own family.

     

    Morrigan

  3. Septimus Cicero

    "Alice, it is." He said, watching the dogs curiously. "I can honestly say I haven't been around dogs in a god's age, but I did enjoy them when I was a youth. In fact... My family was well-known for raising dogs and a variety of other animals back when we resembled a family unit, as opposed to lone wolves, so to speak." He shrugged somewhat nonchalantly. "In any case... There's a chair in the bed of my pickup if you'd rather sit down." If nothing else, he hadn't lost his gentlemanly touched in his years of being on his own.

     

    Morrigan

  4. Septimus Cicero

    He drew himself up to his full (and rather unimpressive height) and dusted off his ultra stretch skinny chino flat-front pants. His white t-shirt creased slightly with the movement, ruffled further by the presence of his partially zipped windbreaker. "I appreciate that..." He said quietly, turning to look at her somewhat quizzically. "I don't think I caught your name. I'm Septimus Cicero, and it's lovely to make your acquaintance, Missus...?"

     

    Morrigan

  5. Septimus Cicero

    "I'm an apothecary." He said simply, like that explained everything about what he was attempting to do. "I just moved here and part of my job involves the medicinal properties of plants. I'm trying to figure out what it is this particular flower is capable of and if it can help me in my business endeavors." That sounded simple enough, right? Probably a bit long-winded, but simple. "And congratulations on the pregnancy." He paused, momentarily becoming lost in his own head. "... Volo etiam tuae." He said, slipping into Latin without even realizing he'd done so.

     

    Morrigan

  6. Septimus Cicero

    He said nothing for a few moments, head tilting as he examined the plant before him. He had barely seemed to register the dog barreling into him, apart from the grunt that had left his lips. "It's okay. Everything is okay, thank you." Not looking up from what he was examining, he posed a question of his own. "When are you due?... Or is that one of those questions that are inappropriate to ask in modern society?" Man, he hated the intricacies of modern anything.

     

    Morrigan

  7. Septimus Cicero

    He scrubbed a hand over his scruffy facial features and sighed, squatting down to examine something. While the flora wasn't that much different from what he'd find elsewhere, in some respects, some of it was nothing like what he'd expected to find. A seemingly permanent scowl had settled onto his features and he sat down. Somewhere, he knew there was that dragon-repelling plant that he wished he could get close enough to examine but alas, he wasn't about to sacrifice his health and well-being in the pursuit of plants... Least of all when he was at such a critical point in his research. Might as well give him a pair of glasses and some suspenders (or were they called overalls?) and call him Urkel. He tugged his phone from his pocket, trying to ignore how awkward it still felt in his hands. Like him, it had survived a multitude of trials and to him, even though it was a piece of shit to some, it possessed a kind of sentimental value.

     

    Morrigan

  8. Septimus Cicero
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