Post by Donovan on Oct 1, 2012 15:18:09 GMT -5
Player Title: Jerome
Full Birth Name: Donovan Mateo Fedici
Alias/ nickname: Donny
Race: Vampire
Gender: Male
Age: 375
Physical Appearance:
Donovan stands at 6’3 with a set of brown eyes and equally brown hair that goes down to his shoulders. On occasion, he wears suits that he’d carefully saved for specific occasions. Other than that, he keeps it casual as its more practical given the state of things.
Personality Traits:
He nurses an obsession with pleasure and pain, taking both separately. Yet, while he was mostly self centered in his early years, now his focus is on vampires as a race. He finds their state of weakness disgusting and intends to fix it in time. However his sadistic nature brims under the surface, waiting to be let out when called.
Weaponry:
Anything he can get his hands on. That said he uses a cane with the bust of a Raven at the top of it. The cane has been hardened to withstand striking an opponent with Donovan’s strength backing the blow.
Extras:
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History Summary:
Donovan was born into Italian nobility with the city of Venice. His upbringing had been planned to bring him up as an aristocrat and as a gentlemen. It only half worked. The life of an aristocrat didn’t sit well with the man. He grew bored with the parties, dinners and formal gatherings that came with his families high position. As he grew out of being a toddler and into adolescence, he degraded into mischief.
The Italian reached and grabbed for anything he could do to alleviate the dullness of an aristocratic life. He was a far cry from his sisters. They loved it and as they absorbed more, eh watched them become more arrogant in a position they inherited. They mirrored his parents just about as much as he attempted not to mirror them. While they represented their family name with raised chins and and polite chatter, he dove into the belly of what Venice hid under the surface. As he got older, he became more rebellious and criminal in his actions.
Most of it he kept hidden from his parents, or so he thought. Around his late teens, Donovan’s father had him removed from the household entirely. While this was meant to shame the boy, it did little more but grant him happiness with his freedom. From that point he wuld be his own man, making his own decisions.
For a few years Donovan traveled Italy, going from one city to the next. Thieving, fighting, and sleeping with the wrong women and leaving a trail of angry husbands in his wake. He took his time slinging mud on the name his family was so proud of. After years of thing, one event shifted his life…….for the better.
It was during a night during his 25th year of life that a woman had caught his attention. Donovan had entered the local tavern, hoping for a cold drink when he’d seen her. Dark raven hair fell down her shoulders as she stared at him with a pair of azure eyes. Almost feeling lured, Donovan went to her and that was when the conversation started. Her name was Maria and she was traveling from Florence to Venice. After a time did they both leave together, their destination; her room.
Once the door to her room had closed and all windows shuttered did everything suddenly shift. She had moved across the room faster than he could track and before he realized what was going on, two sharp lances of pain surged from his throat. Donovan didn’t scream, but instead tried to fight her. Yet, his fight didn’t last long. Weakness overtook him as blood left his veins. The last thing he could recall was faking into blackness.
When he awoke, things were drastically different. Strength, speed, senses, agility; they had all been boosted to a level he had not thought possible. Over a week it was revealed to him that he had been turned into a vampire and that Maria had been watching him with her significant other Claudio. They had decided to give him the gift of vampirism and experience life through their own eyes.
After a month of living as a vampire, Donovan never looked back. He spent several years moving from place to place with Claudio and Maria. With his new powers his former mischief transformed into something more vile and sinister. Killing became a sweet event meant to be savored for the freshly born vampire. Luring women to the sheets and then draining them after he had had his fun became a past time. He developed a taste for women, and the game of seducing them to his arms. He revered it as an art form and relished honing his skills in the area. Life as good, better than Donovan imagined it could be.
Then a day came when Maria and Claudio had a surprise for him. It was a visit back to his home of Venice for a special occasion. It wasn’t until he was there that he realized what it was. It was a formal gathering in celebration of some noble; the usual bore that Donovan had left behind. Yet as he moved about the party, picking out who he might drink that evening he saw his parents. Mother and father ravaged by time. Wrinkled and seemingly weak, Donovan couldn’t help but burst into laughter. Here he was, given the gift of immortality while they rotted. The time of their death was swiftly approaching, but not fast enough for his taste.
The trio of vampires ripped into the party goers; dismembering, drinking. They turned the gathering into a bloody mess and left a scene of horror for the city guards to find in their wake.
Years passed after that event. Donovan became older and his eyes shifted from the usual assortment of women, the very woman who had sired him. She was Claudio’s but he wanted her, and that was all that mattered. The Italian vampire set about seducing and drawing Maria too him and after secretly doing this for a time, she eventually caved in.
A long while was spent avoiding Claudio’s suspicion while taking Maria to bed. It didn’t last, however. One night while he and Maria were occupied in a bedroom. Claudio burst, eyes filled with rage. Donovan was struck, hard enough he sailed from the bed and threw one of the walls of the room. It took him a moment to shake his daze with a smirk of enjoyment before he rose. Yet Claudio and Maria were gone. The shattered window at the edge of the room was evidence of that.
Donovan tracked the both of them until eventually he and Claudio met one another again. Somewhere along the way Maria had escaped from his clutches and now, Donovan fully intended to kill the man. They fought near a long drop off near an old dried river. Claudio being the older and faster of the two, had the upper hand and before long, a hand held Donovan by the throat and over the cliff face. The Italian vampire never once grew angry. He simply smiled, enjoying every moment of the fight.
Eventually, this enraged Claudio who struck out in anger. Donovan used the strike as a distracted and lashed out with a blade hidden in his sleeve. He cleaved deep and savagely into Claudio’s throat. Blood immediately washed out while Donovan tumbled off the cliff. His body smashed against rocks, becoming more mangled with each impact. Bones shattered, skin tore and eventually, he ground to a bloody halt at the bottom. There was nothing Donovan could do but accept the extreme pain that assaulted his body. As his wounds slowly healed, the pain slowly shifted from agony to something the Italian vampire enjoyed. It became something he enjoyed before long.
Once he was healed, Donovan went up the cliff face and leapt off again. He’d enjoyed the pain so much eventually that he wanted another taste of it.
Once he had healed for a second time, Donovan scaled the cliff one more time. At the top, he kicked Claudio’s corpse off the edge before leaving to travel on his own.
After the Angel War................
After the conflict with the Angels, Donovan’s outlook on life =changed. He started to bring his intelligence to how he operated and focusing more on vampires as a whole instead of himself. He’s started small with a tiny coven following him. He has four loyal members. Two of them are working towards their second century while the youngest only has a few years under his belt. Yet, Donovan’s second is close to his age, only fifty years behind him.
The Italian intends to cause a ruckus with the illusion of peace that has settled over the city and his coven is a part of that plan.
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