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MARCH 8 - PISCES
You are used to making sacrifices, to prioritising the happiness of others before yours. Even though that is a noble attitude, there are times in life where the only healthy alternative is to embrace your own selfishness and allow yourself some enjoyment. Reserve one hour per day to do something you really like. Treat yourself! Your colour for this month is blue.
Echoes from the past ring back into London. Their intensity increases until they are deafening. What once was a faded memory of a glorious time, now becomes a shocking reality. The consequences of actions taken decades ago ripple into the present, altering the lives of everybody in the City. Unguided and blind, Kindred wander around, trying to make profit out of the reigning chaos.


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Elagabalus; Marcus Antonio Russo II
Topic Started: Tuesday, 13. January 2015, 20:11 (3,149 Views)
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Player Handle: Elagabalus

Name: Marcus Antonio Russo II

Age: 60

Place of Birth: Rome, Italy

Age of Embrace: 30

Clan: Ventrue

Sect: Camarilla

Species: Vampire

Disciplines: Dominate, Presence, Fortitude

Appearance: Height: 6'
Weight: 215
Eyes: Light blue
Hair: Dark brown. Styled combed to the side or laid flat forward. Clean shaven face.

Marcus mostly wears three piece suits, often of dark colors. More times than not he can be seen wearing just the trousers, vest, and the button up undershirt. He walks with his chin high and his nose even higher. Marcus grew up with his mind set on him being better than the rest, some could see this in his demeanor. Respectful and polite as can be, Marcus usually smiles as he speaks. He had grace, poise, and an expensive lifestyle. Olive skin tone and light blue eyes. He was somewhat built because of sports as a mortal, and his physique also added to his arrogance. He likes to mix his brandy with the blood of his victims just to get a "feeling" he is still enjoying it as he once had. Being addicted to intoxicated humans, Marcus feels the need to force feed victims alcohol before feeding. A devoted sadist at heart, Marcus takes much pleasure in torture. His hair is a dark blonde cut low and nicely trimmed. Depending on the occasion, he would comb it to the side for business, leave it flat and forward per personal preference. His nails he preferred to let grow out, keeping them cleaned, groomed, and filed to a point. He spoke with a deep confident voice and always dressed to impress. Besides all else, when one seen Marcus, they figured him to be Ventrue.

Haven: The Clermont Club

History: Marcus was born in Rome, Italy in 1956. Born to Marco Russo and Priscilla Russo, both natives of Rome. The Russo surname was popular in Rome because of the wealth that was amassed by Marcus Russo I in the real-estate business. The lands owned by the Russo family spread acres and was dotted with affordable homes for middle class families. Also owned were apartment complexes, a theater, and some more expensive houses that laid in more posh like neighborhoods of Rome. The family fortune, the lands, and the buildings all passed to Marco when his father died. Marco had the wealth and everything that came with it, but he didn't have the knowledge his father had. Leaving the business affairs to trustees, Marco became a drunkard and womanizer. He spent large amounts of the fortune on parties, lavish events, and making personal purchases to live an even greater life than he already lived. Family and friends normally made comments to him that he would squander the family fortune with his lavish lifestyle. This made him feel guilty at times, but it didn't stop him from living how he wanted to live. Finally, it slowed down but did not come to a complete stop when his own son was born. Going along with the tradition, he named his son Marcus Antonio Russo II. Marco didn't want his son to mimic his own wild and reckless behavior, so he promised himself and Priscilla to make a better man out of his son than himself. He would spare no expense to make sure his son grew up a proper and well mannered gentleman.

During his infant years he was well pampered and cared for. A nanny seen to Marcus' every need and eventually she became like a mother. His own mother, like his father, was a drunk and always depressed. With her husband sleeping around on her, she did her own things for enjoyment. She would also spend large sums of money on parties and social gatherings. Never to be outdone by her friends, she would also spend large amounts on clothing so she can be the best dressed during her gatherings. This left Marcus under the nannies watch for majority of his infancy.

He got started early on the finer points of behavior and study. His father gathered top recommended tutors for his son to teach him how to portray himself, because he himself wasn't a shining example. Etiquette, manners, and an early start with reading and mathematics.

His father always wanting the best for him, placed him in private schools when he became of age. Mingling only with children of his age and class at all times, he looked down at other students that didn't quite reach his status. It became the cool thing to do to call them names, pick fights with them, and pick on them in his classes. He often had an elitist feeling while in school. Thinking he and his friends were more important, so they should have special classes where they had more attention from the teachers instead of the teachers teaching everyone equally. Nevertheless, Marcus did well in school. Always thinking of himself as a better person, he felt he had to show that he was better too. Better at school work, better at sports, and better with arts. A real motivation for him was that he wasn't going to grow up and be a dummy and he had a name to protect like his father tried to instill in him. His head would grow bigger with compliments from the teachers on his excellent work and coaches on his games and sportsmanship, but that only added to the big head he already had.

When he was more mature he still had the classist mind frame, but figured the children below them had their uses. Often manipulating them into entertaining him, sometimes even causing themselves harm in trying to do so. Even at a young age he was a smooth talker. He learned of quid pro quo and the benefit of having somebody owe you favors. Making deals with other kids would always have to come out in his favor and he would only agree to them if they did. Being smart and somewhat popular in school, he would do homework assignments for others, maybe assist a less popular kid with getting a date to the dance, or just putting in a good word for somebody always had a benefit to him if he agreed to do it. Besides, doing another's homework assured him that he would remain smarter than them, therefore better than them. This way of living made his time more fun at school.

There was also a side to him that he tried to keep hidden. Marcus was into torturing animals and only a few, times other people. He first started with already dead animals. Further cutting them open, stepping on them to make blood and body parts burst out, or simply stare at them if the scene was bloody enough already. Then that escalated to him harming live animals. It was fun at first, then it became the idea that he just wanted to cause harm to them. With other kids it was less severe. Mostly just causing harm to them by spreading lies and gossip. If Marcus found out a secret, he would hold that secret over the person's head, using that to gain favor, and then demand actions out of them or he would threaten to tell of their secrets. Mind torture was almost as fun as physical torture. These acts only escalated through Marcus' adulthood, but still he tried to keep it behind closed doors.

Marco of course wanted his son to attend college. A college graduate, was something he wasn't and look how he turned out. Marcus was going to be better than his father, and his father wanted to make sure of it. He started in the University of Bologna in 1975. His whole time there he kind of felt out of place. Being at the prestige college, he knew there were adults there that could match his book smarts. Also there were people there that he had to impress all over again like he did in his previous schools. His major was business for a couple of reasons. His father chose it, he knew he would someday own the family real estate business, and he wanted the best for that business especially while he was going to be the head of it. He chose to impress the other college students by doing what he knew best, by being the best. Studies, sports, debate teams, and social clubs that invoked thought and critical thinking was his time at college. Girls clouded his mind, at times sports and practices got in the way, but he made sure he always did his best to stand out from the crowd in his chosen academics. During the year he was supposed to graduate from the University, news of his mother's death reached him. She died at the hands of a drunk driver when a car T-boned hers on her way home from a party. She may have been drinking too, but Marcus never cared about the details. He just knew she was gone. Of course he was upset, but ever vigilant, he tried to stay focused on school with graduation day coming near.

He graduated from college at the top of his class in 1979. After graduating, he often though what else could he do? So far in life all he knew was school and learning. He wasn't ready to leave that just yet. Fashion was changing, women were more empowered, and everybody seemed to have a whole new idea on life. Marcus didn't want or feel the need to get involved with the hustle and bustle of it all. What better way to learn of the changing world than to stay in college? Something more close to home, he attended Sapienza University of Rome to study Psychology. People always fascinated him. What makes them do the things they do? He seen it as a good choice to make being that he was going to own a well off business soon. So back to college he went. Again applying himself to studies, he lost touch with most of his friends. Even his sports teammates didn't hear to much from him outside of games or practices. The only people he talked to on a normal basis were the people in his social groups at school. His father would come and visit him, but he mostly came while he was drunk. This caused Marcus much embarrassment so he instead met with his father for short visits or would cancel the plans just before. Marcus felt bad for treating his father as he did when his father told him about his medical condition. Marco had an extreme case of liver cirrhosis, which was funny because Marcus heard this from his father while his father was drunk. The alcohol was killing him and he continued to drink. Marcus again was upset, but not as much about his father as he was his mother. His father had a choice in his killing.

Marcus graduated from Sapienza University of Rome in 1983. He had had enough of school and wanted to get out and enjoy his life. He went back home to find his father bed ridden. Barely speaking and with a cup of wine next to his bed. Doctors said it was best for his father to keep drinking since his body was so dependent on it, that if he stopped his body may go into shock or shut down. Marcus then decided he might as well take the reigns of the business right then and there.

After having to socially climb the ladder of subordinates who thought they held more power than they actually did in the company, Marcus was amazed at how bad the business was doing. His father wasn't a business man at all and the men he left in charge weren't the best at what they claimed to even be good at. He planned to turn that around. Who he was as a child was still in him, but more refined as he was now an adult. He still wanted to be the best and he still wanted to keep his place in the upper class. First order of business was to get able bodied men and women on the job below him. He managed what he could and then made some calls to former classmates and explained to them his situation. Most of the classmates were actually shocked he was who he was. Not ever putting the two together that he was THAT Marcus Antonio Russo! The son of the real estate fortune! This made some of his old classmates intrigued. They had the opportunity to make money in the business world that they went to school for, plus it had promise.

Keeping in mind his favor system, he only chose classmates that excelled in school but were down on their luck. If they already had a job, he would pass on them. If they were willing to relocate, he would offer the benefit of lodgings until they got on their feet. Thinking these other's will look at him as their savior for pulling them up when they were down, and that way he was guaranteed loyalty. And so it went. Marcus was now head of the business and he had capable men and women doing the tasks that assisted him with running the business to it's almost former glory. Most of his employees were indebted to him for the trust he had in their good work ethics. Marcus wanted to see them succeed and in turn they wanted him to succeed. He made better purchases which added to the coffers in the long run and participated in land-grabs then instantly started construction projects of new and more modern homes and entertainment facilities on them. Business was doing good and back to normal within two years and he shared that success with people he knew and trusted.

Marcus didn't know what he was getting into when another real estate company started to flex some muscle in Rome in 1985. There were other companies in that line of work, but only one stood to be more lucrative than the rest and almost cast a shadow on Russo real estate: Lombardi real estate. Marcus was competitive, but then again so were they. Marcus competed with them and watched their company grow from small time up into the major leagues. This wasn't being the best to him. This was tolerating another company taking business away from him when he worked so hard to achieve the status of being number one in real estate. Marcus wanted to buy the company out, never have to worry about them again, and let the small time real estate company fight over the scraps that he chose to drop to them.

At first it was minor plays like buying off a property from them here and there. Placing his employees in their homes and purchasing them off, then putting them back on the market. Finally Lombardi caught on to the scheme. Marcus was making business bad for them. Advertising became a new way for him to get his name out there as the best real estate agency to purchase or rent from. Then the offer came about publicly to buy out Lombardi. Meetings after meetings took place. Sometimes causing Marcus to miss his nights sleep to meet with Lombardi. Then finally after another year, the deal was on the table with the right numbers that made Lombardi happy. Lombardi couldn't compete with Russo real-estate and he finally admitted it. Another now normal night meeting took place between Marcus and his upper employees and Bruno Lombardi and his upper employees. Lawyers on both sides went over the paperwork to make sure everything was in order before anyone signed anything. After getting confirmation from their respected lawyers, Marcus and Bruno finally signed the needed lines to make Russo real estate the largest real estate agency in Rome. Marcus smiled picturing his grandfather doing cartwheels in heaven.

When the meeting came to a close, there was the relaxing period. Everybody at the table exchanged conversation. Business contacts, business ideas, clothing trends, what they planned on doing with their pay and where they were retiring to. Now with the deal finally done, Marcus was the richest man in the room and he knew it. Glad to be in his upper class world, he again looked down on the people exchanging their conversations. He never spoke out loud of these thoughts, just in his mind he knew he was better than them all. Marcus started to miss his sleep so he called an end to the meeting and said he was going to head home. When he rose up, Bruno Lombardi rose as well. "I'll walk you to the door, Marcus" Bruno said in a polite well mannered tone. He followed Marcus to the door of the meeting room and once there Marcus turned to shake his hand. "Do you like steaks, Marcus? I plan on having a few friends over for drinks and steaks at my place tomorrow night. You should come. It's possible you could meet some pretty good business contacts there. Only the esteemed and upper class, I assure you." Bruno said to Marcus.

Marcus cracked a smile. Was he joking? Steak? How out of touch was this Lombardi guy? Who offers steaks anymore? Keeping up with the pace though, Marcus flowed the conversation easily. "I do enjoy a nice steak. Maybe a small glass of wine. My father is an alcoholic, so it's in the genes. I will definitely take you up on that offer Mr.Lombardi." was Marcus' reply.

"Good. Please, call me Bruno. I'll have my secretary contact you with the address and time of arival. Sound good?" Bruno replied back while extending his hand to be shaken.

Marcus took Bruno's hand and gave it a firm shake. "Sounds good to me Mr. Lombardi.. Bruno. Until tomorrow night then, sir" Marcus said and then exited the meeting room.

On his way to the car he was ecstatic. The meeting went in his favor and that was reason enough to feel good about himself. The wealth he would gain was just an added bonus to his job well done. A chauffeur got out of the car and opened the door for Marcus to enter the back seat. He was taken home wearing a smile and that smile didn't leave his face until he fell asleep that night. When he woke up the next day, he put his smile back on and went to see his father. He still laid in the bed and was reading a newspaper as Marcus walked in. Marcus pulled up a chair by the bed and sat down. He told his father about the deal and how everything went. Feeling so proud of himself he included every detail of the meeting. His father was proud, but Marcus knew he didn't understand the whole business aspect of it all. Marco was happy because he seen his son turn out just how he wanted him to. Well respected, handsome, smart, and successful. His father then pointed at a bottle of brandy that sat on the nightstand by his bed. Marcus took the hint and poured some of the brandy into his father's cup and held it out towards him. His father took the cup and took a sip then pushed the glass back towards Marcus. "Have a drink with your father, Marcus. You did well and deserve to relax now. All the work you did turning this damn place around, you sure do deserve one".

At first he was hesitant, but he was right. Marcus did feel he deserved to relax now that the business had been taken care of. He took light sips of the brandy while he sat talking with his father until the glass was empty and his father laid asleep in front of him. Marcus stood up feeling wobbly. He felt nice. Relaxed. He grabbed the bottle of brandy off the nightstand and then left the room. He went to a lounge room inside the house and continued to drink. Then he just woke up to the sound his land line ringing. He shuffled over to his desk, kicking the bottle of brandy over as he walked to it and answered the phone. It was Bruno's secretary calling to give Marcus the details of the party. Marcus got out a pen and scribbled the address down as she told it to him and then gave her a polite thank you and hung up the phone. He went back over to the couch he was sitting at and picked up the spilled bottle. He left that room and made his way to his bedroom to get himself ready.

Marcus wasn't going to dress down for this occasion. Better to be over dressed when in the company of the elite. He took out a nice dark blue three piece suit and laid it on his bed and got ready to take a shower. The shower was good because it sobered him up some, plus he got the chance to shave and get the smell of alcohol off his breath. When he was all dressed and ready, he made his way down to the car and once again the chauffeur let him into the back seat. Marcus handed the driver the address that he scribbled down on the paper and the car was then put into motion.

When he arrived at Bruno's house, the party was in full swing. Men and women talking and laughing over martinis and other fancy looking drinks. Marcus was greeted by a few familiar faces he seen at the meeting the night before and a few other onlookers as he walked through the party scene. Then Bruno came into his sight. He made his way over to him to greet him and compliment him on his fine home. When Marcus was finally in Bruno's sight, Bruno stood from his cushioned seat and threw both hands in the air and shouted his name in excitement. "Marcus! You made it!"

Marcus smiled and approached closer to him and extended his hand out. Bruno grasped his hand and gave it a shake. "Yes, on time too I hope. Thank you for inviting me, Bruno. You have a wonderful home here." Marcus said as his head circled and and eyes wandered the room.

"I'm sure you've seen better. This old place has been in the Lombardi family for generations. I'll give you the tour. Have you met everyone?".

Bruno them placed a hand on Marcus' shoulder and led him around the room for a quick meet and greet. Then he worked his way through some of the house showing it off to Marcus. After a quick tour they both came back into the party and mingled with the guests. To Marcus, most of them seemed regal and youthful. Others seemed like typical old goats that were born into money. Everyone seemed to be having a good time and it got better once Bruno announced the steaks were to be served. Fewer people than expected joined Marcus at a larger dinner table to enjoy the steaks that were prepared while the rest of the party continued to drink and have their good times in other rooms. Once he was done eating Marcus got up and made his way to a man that stood behind a little bar table. Marcus ordered a brandy and once he had that he started again to wander through the house admiring Bruno's nice taste that displayed somewhat a modern feel. He then caught up with Bruno again and they both sat and chatted for a while.

Soon the party started to clear out. Most of the guests announced that they were leaving to Bruno and others just took their leave. Soon it came down to Marcus and Bruno and the two continued their conversations well into the night. The topic of business came around and the two shared knowledge with each other. Marcus felt a bit rude however. Talking about business with the man who's business he just ruined. Bruno eased Marcus with his sportsmanship telling him that's the way business works. Nevertheless, Bruno kept saying he had a reward for Marcus.

While Marcus enjoyed his glasses of brandy and talking with Bruno he began to feel a bit too intoxicated. Bruno continued his conversations with Marcus and Marcus nodded in and out from his being tipsy. He remembered looking at Bruno at one point and feeling enamored with him. This guy was a gentleman, he had good taste, great business ethic, and seemed to be well bred. Marcus tried to focus on his new light he seen in Bruno. What a wonderful man Marcus kept thinking to himself. Marcus then sat up and tried to announce his leave to Bruno. He stood up and nearly fell over due to his drunkenness.

"Feeling light headed tonight, are we? Come Marcus, you'll stay here tonight. I have a guest room where you can sleep." Bruno said as he assisted Marcus with standing. Marcus took the help and feeling like he was doing this to make Bruno happy, followed him to the guest room where Marcus flopped down on the bed. Bruno sat on the edge of the bed next to Marcus and continued with small talk while Marcus tried to listen. "Marcus, I find you quite an interesting man. Achieving what you have only in your short time on this earth. It's actually uplifting to see a youth with such potential. Taking what you had and making it into something far more worth than what it started out as. Such characteristics need to be embraced, honed, and shared in hopes to inspire others. You deserve a reward for those traits Marcus". Bruno then leaned in and sank his teeth into Marcus' neck. After a tiny period of pain Marcus gave into the pleasurable feeling of being embraced.

It seemed like he slept for days. He would wake up to minor pains internally, but then he rolled over and would go back to sleep. Once he woke up from the sleep, he felt like a new man. Something made him feel even more alive than he remembered. Bruno sat in a comfy looking recliner on the other end of the room and greeted Marcus as he woke. He stood up from the seat and walked over to Marcus holding a glass of thick red liquid. Bruno presented the glass to him and insisted that he drink from it. Marcus took the glass and took a sip. After the sip, he downed the glass and sat it on a table next to his bed. Bruno went back to his seat and calmly addressed Marcus, going into the embrace slowly at first, then full on hit him with the bricks. Marcus didn't know how to feel at first. He wanted to leave, but found himself listening to Bruno and all the new interesting things he was telling him about his embrace. Marcus didn't believe a word of it.

Bruno then decided to prove to him that he was indeed a fledgling of the clan he called Ventrue. He escorted Marcus through his now empty house and down to the basement. Tied up in a chair was a woman that was gagged. Marcus was in disbelief at the sight. The woman looked beaten and seemed as if she had been crying until she ran out of tears. Marcus caught himself looking back and forth between Bruno and the woman, then Bruno met his gaze as his eyes wandered back to him. "You must sustain yourself, Marcus. There is only one way for you to do that now. The blood of humans. It's now your lifeline. It's your new breakfast, lunch, dinner, and evening snacks. Go ahead. Give it a try.". Bruno tried to coerce Marcus into feeding from the woman, but he was hesitant. Bruno then approached the woman and took out a black steel straight razor from his pocket. He grabbed the woman by her hair and made a cut into the side of her neck as she started to whimper and cry again. When the blood leaked from her wound, the smell of it was intense. Marcus then felt pulled to it. Almost gravitating to it, he found himself down close to the wound on the woman's neck. He began to lick the leaking fluid until Bruno stopped him. With a demonstration, Bruno showed Marcus how to properly drink from the woman. Following his lead, Marcus did as instructed, taking gulps of the woman's blood as it drained into his mouth.

After pulling his head back, he felt ill. He clutched his stomach and began to vomit the blood back onto the floor. Embarrassed at the mess he made and now feeling even more hungry, Marcus was scared. He quickly apologized for the mess and started to stammer back to the staircase. Bruno tried to stop Marcus, but he was making his way back up the stairs and planned on returning home. Bruno then finished the woman off, draining her of the blood for himself as he heard the door to his house slam shut.

Marcus' ride wasn't outside like he hoped, so he began to walk. He flagged the first taxi he seen and instructed the driver to bring him home. Once he got there he made his way towards the kitchen. Trying to eat food and drink water was unsuccessful. It all tasted like he had a mouth full of dirt and would then spit it all back out and vomit what he had just swallowed. He went to his bedroom and locked the door and sat huddled in a corner of the room rocking himself. What Bruno was saying. Could it be true? Marcus sat in that position for a while until his hunger made him get back up. He never experienced hunger, and in this case he felt it was extreme. He figured he better make his way back to Bruno's. He seemed to have more insight about the whole thing, way more than Marcus had. On his way through the hallway, his father shouted out. Marcus walked in his room holding his stomach to see what his father was yelling about. As he walked in he seen his father coughing up blood and wiping his mouth with his sleeves. Marcus rushed over to his father and used his own blue suit sleeve to wipe his fathers mouth. His father complained of the pains like he always did, but this time making note that it was excruciating. Not knowing how to medically assist his father he leaned in to hug him. While so close, his father's coughed up blood aroused his nose. It smelled so good that it made his mouth water. Giving into the scent before he knew it, his fangs were out and into his father's neck and Marcus was draining him of his blood. He enjoyed the taste and his hunger began to pass, but then he came to his senses and jerked his head back. His father laid on the bed now lifeless. Marcus then collapsed onto his father feeling the maximum amount of sadness that he could muster. He wanted to cry, but didn't, almost couldn't. He got up and pulled the covers over his father's body and face and slowly walked out of the room.

He took a ride back to Bruno's. Before he could knock on the door Bruno opened the door and seen Marcus looking upset and with some blood still on his mouth. Bruno then invited Marcus in with a grin. Just as a couple nights before Bruno and Marcus sat talking. Bruno schooled Marcus about his new way of life until both of them left off to go to sleep. Bruno explained to Marcus that being kindred wasn't all flash and pomp, at least not in clan Ventrue. Marcus would have to get familiar with the history, the rules, and then be tested. Those instructions began the following night and continued for years.

1986 was the year of his embrace. 1993 was the year he finally met with the Prince of Rome. Now a knowledgeable kindred, he had full confidence in himself. There were other Ventrue clan members there also. All neonates getting their first glimpse of the Prince that ruled them all. Marcus stuck close to Bruno continuing with questions, wanting to know more and more. Bruno felt he made the right decision embracing Marcus. A child and student that was always willing to learn more was a prized asset, and Bruno felt proud presenting him to the clan. Marcus met with the Prince, although nervous, he showed great respect and chose his words properly. When the right words couldn't be found, he simply gave short answers in agreement or disagreement. After the meeting then came the social gathering of the clan. Esteemed men and women talking of clan business and interests felt homely and familiar to Marcus. Bruno received compliments and praises in regards to his childer. Making it clear to them that even though this child bought out his own real estate company, good business practice is good business practice. It was better for the clan to have the likes of Marcus in their midst.

After the presentation ceremony, Bruno continued to question and test Marcus. Even other Ventrue chimed in and threw questions at Marcus. Others just came to ramble his ears off it seemed, lecturing Marcus about the history and the Camarilla. This went on for months, but Bruno assured him that it was for the best that he soak up all the knowledge being presented to him.

Bruno then one night presented a test for Marcus. Before Bruno even mentioned the word "test", Marcus became excited. He had been waiting for the opportunity. Marcus still had pull in Rome, with the death of his mother and father reaching headlines, it only boosted his clout. Bruno wanted Marcus to influence the Mayoral elections that were coming up that year in November. Bruno gave Marcus information on the candidate that was chosen by the Ventrue for their own political gains in Rome. Easy enough. Marcus got in touch with some of his employed college classmates and other classmates that were not employed by him but still owed him small favors. Marcus was willing to throw money behind the chosen electorate, but had no idea how to show any more support than his fund backing. Classmates gave him ideas and even offered assistance since they themselves were thinking of giving it a run in the life of politics. It was good to have friends in high places that also owed you something.

Marcus threw money to back his classmates that ran for office in the same respects and also behind the Ventrue's chosen Mayoral candidate. November came and the first elections were held. Round one looked good for the Ventrue candidate. Round two was to be held in December of that same year. Ventrue kindred that were familiar with electronics kept eyes and ear open for word on the elections. When election day in December came, they had their good news. Marcus even sweetened the deal. With the backing of Russo real estate, Marcus secured the chosen Mayor and of the 55 city council seats up for grabs, Marcus secured 17 seats. Not to bad for his first dabble into politics he thought. After the announcements were made his phone rang. Bruno was on the other end demanding Marcus come to his house for a pre-celebration.

Marcus wore one of his best suits when being presented to a council of Ventrue Bruno informed him of. He had passed his final test, and also gave the Ventrue something to smile about. They made it seem as if the election was a matter of life or death for them, even though it might have been for Marcus. The council of Ventrue first wanted to know what steps Marcus took to complete the test. Then they asked him the repeated questions of history which by now he knew by heart. They made him recite his lineage, which he could do from Bruno Lombardi all the way up to Hardestadt. Then came his knowledge of clan traditions, which didn't sound so much practiced anymore when saying them out loud. After he finished with the Ventrue traditions, a kindred by the door of the board room politely opened the door. Marcus instantly took the hint and exited the room and the door closed behind him.

He sat in the hallway waiting for the final word of his initiation, but he felt very confident in himself. Twenty minuites, give or take, and Bruno came into the hallway and asked Marcus to re-enter the room. Marcus again stood in front of the made up council. The decision was unanimous. Marcus was now a fully responsible Ventrue kindred. He smiled big to where his fangs were fully visible. Bruno spoke of this in the past. Now he was in for a party, which he couldn't wait for. As sire and child left the board room all smiles, Bruno presented Marcus with a gift he would come to trademark. An all black straight razor with a pearl handle.

After being accepted and now on his own, his feeding habits became more and more depraved. Preferring a bloody mess to the nice and elegant drinking he had once done. His flare for torture sparked back up inside of him as he indulged in it with his feeding victims. Over the coarse of time and feeding, he became addicted to intoxicated blood. He still had his father's genes after all.

A while after assisting the Ventrue council with the election, he didn't see much return to his own profits. At that point he came to the conclusion that he had it all wrong. Why go for the top dog when you can go for the ones who actually get the jobs done? He no longer seen the point in bribing the police chief when he could just have a few cops on the payroll. Not the fire chief, but some of the fire fighters. Men in the department of motor vehicles, property appraisers, some limo drivers. A janitor with keys to every room on the floor linked up with the underling that has computer security codes can do more than the CEO could, and maybe cheaper for that matter. He earned a few boons from fellow kindred by using these chosen men. A few wrong turns by a firefighter caused a haven to burn. A limo driver making sure his passenger got to the meeting late instead of early. Death certificates, eviction of a haven's occupants, fake identity documents, acquiring the necessary permits to build new havens. Marcus let the Ventrue council have their mayor. The 17 seats that Marcus acquired and filled with classmates was good enough.

Marcus grew into his role. He got to mingle with other clans because of his influence and associates. The more other kindred used him and his connections, the more important he became to them all. If the favor he provided to a fellow Ventrue was small enough, he passed on them returning a boon. This also earned him more credit within the clan. Clans not of his own were expected to repay the kindness no matter how small. It got to the point where his efforts helped fill the coffers of more elder and prominent Ventrue. He officially established himself as more than a typical neonate Ventrue in Rome.

Marcus didn't exactly grow tired of Rome, but desired a new setting. A place where he can get out from under the politics of his own home, and get into new ones elsewhere. He already made a name in Rome, but still wanted the exotic atmosphere of it. London is where he chose to plant his feet. Years went by before he could even leave though. His classmates grew to retirement age and he sent them off with a nice retirement package to live out their own lives in peace. He was nearing that age as well, but of course he didn't look it. However he did have to retire from the public's eye. Finding some promising graduates from his colleges and a few others with experience, he left the business affairs to them. Once things were settled and going in the right direction, he was off to London.


Notes: Marcus is addicted to drunk or intoxicated humans.
Feeding Restriction: Can only feed from nobility or humans with influential last names.
Acute Senses (Hearing, Smelling)
Notable weapon: Black steel straight razor with a pearl handle that he keeps on him at all times.
Languages: Italian, English, French.
Edited by Elagabalus, Saturday, 14. May 2016, 23:17.
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Dominate:
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Presence:
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