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[color=white][i]to hell with the devil, i’m selling my soul to you

my mind ain’t level, my hearts unsettled
foot in the grave, foot on the pedal
the pulse in the blood, the force of the metal
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[b]Name:[/b] Minksy, but you can call me Doc.
[b]Age:[/b] 21
[b]Other characters?:[/b] Abrihta Awan, Andrea Jennings & Thomas Cuylar
[b]Contact Info: [/b]
PM
Google Talk: chantellevanh@gmail.com
AIM: chantellevh@ccigauteng.co.za
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[b]name»[/b] Born as Lorcán Dominicus Caelen but has since had many aliases and is currently
known as Lorcan Domin.
[b]nickname/alias»[/b] ] [list] » Thurston Asbury, 608 – 670
» Ratilal Jaid Sambhav, 670 – 820 ;; 1061– 1106
» Nicolò Piero, 820 – 1008 ;; 1468 – 1943
» Noritaka Osamu, 1008 – 1’060
» Martin Hilmar, 1108 – 1192
» Edmund Segrave, 1193 – 1467
» Dominic Lucian, 1944 – 1968
» Cael Lorc, 1968 – 1999
» Lorcan Domin, 2000 – Current[/list]
[b]birthdate»[/b] Idūs Maius, the year 111. In Modern days this had become known as the night of
the full moon, March 16, 111 A.D.
[b]age»[/b] Ignoring the few changes of the calendar over the centuries, he turned 1’898 earlier this
year (2009).
[b]occupation»[/b] His occupation is business, no more and no less. There is no other name for what
he does; he has his fingers in simply everything, everywhere.
[b]sexuality»[/b] As Straight as they come.
[b]transportation»[/b] Good Lord, where do you want him to start? Perhaps it would be best to list
just his few favourites, since he has an extensive collection of both Modern cars and Classis cars. In
no particular order:
[url=http://foreverdriven.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/audi-r8.jpg]Audi R8 in Silver and Matte
Black[/url]
[url=http://photocarsonline.com/blog/wp-
content/uploads/2008/05/ferrari_concept_2008_news_9.jpg]Ferrari Concept 2008 in Black[/url] –
Thanks to a very handy connection
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in Red[/url]
[url=http://www.dymee.com/wp-content/plugins/wp-o-matic/cache/8c30e_lamborghini-
reventon1.jpg]Lamborghini Reventon in Silver[/url]
[url=http://www.braatenclassics.com/1960mb300d/galleryImage10.htm]1960 Mercedes Benz 300D
in Midnight Blue[/url]
[url=http://image.motortrend.com/f/roadtests/coupes/9483814+pheader/112_0706_05l+2008_for
d_shelby_GT500KR+front_three_quarter_view.jpg]Ford Shelby GT500KR in Silver with light blue
racing strips[/url]
[url=http://www.tuningnews.net/news/051101b/hennessey-srt-10-viper-venom-
1000.jpg]Hennessey Viper Venom in Black[/url]
[url=http://www.popularhotrodding.com/features/0607phr_ford_mustang_fastback/photo_02.html
]1965 Ford Mustang Fastback, highly modified[/url] and kept under strict lockdown only for races
and carshows.
[url=http://indianautotalk.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/ssc-ultimate-aero-tt.jpg]SSC Ultimate
Aero TT in Metallic Orange[/url]
[b]pets»[/b] “Pets? Well, I don’t really like to refer to them that way, but I do keep a few dozen in
the mansion. They are simply delicious, especially this redhead...oh, you meant of the animal
variety? No.”
[b]play-by»[/b] Alex O’Loughlin
[b]race»[/b] Vampire
[b]species»[/b] Which part of vampire did you find hard to understand?
[b]affiliation»[/b] He affiliates with no one, mortal or immortal, and has no desire to do so now or in
the future. He will sometimes lend a helping hand to an immortal group should they offer him the
right price or simply to keep them in his debt, whether it should be a financial or political favor.
[b]position»[/b] He is his own master. As he often likes to say, ‘Lord of all I survey.’
[b]born/converted»[/b] he was converted two days after Kalendae Februarius, the year 138, also
known as February 3rd, 138 A.D. at the age of 27

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[b]likes»[/b][LIST] » Money and every little luxury he refuses to deny himself, from his golden Ferrari
to his most exquisite house in Maplewood.
» His private ‘stock’ of beauties to satiate his desire for blood, serving the same purpose as a fine
wine collection would to a human.
» AB Negative Blood. It is the rarest and most expensive type, but by far the most delicious to keep
‘on tap’.
» To have exactly what he wants when he wants it, no matter what the price.
» Acquiring more businesses, buildings, trademarks, and so forth. When it makes money and it’s his,
he is happy.
» Making thinly veiled threats just before repeating said threat without any trace of said veil – and
then, of course, following through.
» Being without any affiliations; he stands alone with no loyalties but the loyalty he has to himself
and perhaps one or two close friends.
» Anonymity. Having a scare to no public face has great benefits when it comes to manipulating
markets, oppositions and businesses.
» More Anonymity. Once you’ve been chased by an angry mob you come to value the fact that
vampires are believed to be fictional creatures. You also like to keep it that way.
» Fine scotch, or fine scotch with fine blood – that’s just about as far as his consumption of mortal
foods go.
» His collection of the finest, newest and oldest cars; the two level garage’s security is tighter than
that of the royal piggybank. And don’t even think of touching his Ferrari.
» Parties! You have never been to an immortal party until you’ve been at his – but make sure you
leave your allegiance at the door or you might end up leaving with a stake in stead.
» Vampire friendly establishments are a personal favorite, as long as they do their utmost to keep
humans who are unaware of immortal existence OUT.
» Blood permeated with the arousal of the source – it simply is the sweetest when taken during the
throws of passion. He makes sure his ‘girls’ enjoy donating as much as he enjoys their donations.
» Watching the clans battle it out around him. He likes to believe that while the other dogs squabble
over a bone the one on the sidelines is eating it.
» Whatever music the era brings. It doesn’t really matter, as long as there is a real rhythm and
actual melody. With the exception of certain…clubs, of course.
» High fashion and expensive, tailored Armani suits. As a business man he still has to look good, no
matter how rarely he is seen in public. Not to mention those very expensive Italian leather men’s
shoes.
» Henley’s and jeans on those very rare nights off. A suit is simply not suited for some places.
» Delightful, sinful pleasures. Yes, this does mostly refer to the bed he prefers to keep filled, but also
to just about everything else that brings him pleasure. Hedonistic, much?
» Intimidating those around him. He was the alpha male in his house and in his line of work as far as
he was concerned and he did not hesitate to let others know. [/list]
[b]dislikes»[/b] [LIST] » Immortals who are unable to accept what they are or that are drowning in
the past – eternity is too long to spend in mourning when you could be having the time of your
undead life.
» Dead blood – to him this category includes everything from cooked meat to blood donated to the
red cross. If its not freshly drawn he will not touch it.
»Human food. When he embraced his new immortality he embraced all of it. Able or not, he refuses
to touch the food of mortals and has completely forgotten its taste.
» Being denied something that he wants be it business or pleasure related. You can hand it over
while your alive and receive compensation or hand it over in death. Your choice.
» Any slip ups that could inadvertently reveal the existence of his kind to mortals who won’t know
how to keep their mouths shut.
» Mobs and Hunters. Being chased is not fun, not at all. And it’s because of those that don’t know
how to keep their traps closed that there are those hunters who’ve been in the business for
generations.
» Love. He knows it exists and has even experienced it but all that has come of it his being burned
with a fire even more dangerous than the real thing.
» Fledglings of any race. They are insatiable, incorrigible and too pathetic to be used. He prefers his
employees to have at least five decades under the belt.
» Attempts to intimidate or threaten him – you’ll end up with your head on a stake and your body
buried in some remote, untraceable, unmarked grave. With his compliments, of course.
» Thieves. You don’t take his money. You don’t touch his cars. In fact, if you value living, don’t touch
anything that belongs to him at all.
» Hunting. It has simply become to boring and outdated, especially when you have seen and
experienced war and true hunting where you are both the hunter and hunted.
» Being told what to do. He is not a child and hasn’t been one for a little under two millennia. This is
one sure way to put yourself on the menu. [/LIST]
[b]fears»[/b] [LIST] » Call him materialistic if you must, but he fears losing his ‘empire’ of money,
business, toys and women. He can not and will not let such a thing happen
» That his age will, one day, drive him mad. The realization that an eternity could possibly be too
much to handle is not a happy thought, not even for a most content vampire.[/LIST]
[b]habits»[/b] [LIST] » Disposing of enemies and rivals, or just about any person he deems deserving
of a death.
» Getting what he wants and resorting to very real threats if he doesn’t.
» Drinking fresh blood and fresh blood only [/LIST]
[b]strengths»[/b] [LIST]»  Manipulation. Perhaps not something that many would consider a
strength, but where Lorcan is concerned, it might as well be. He has a rather natural talent for
getting people to do what he wants when he wants them too, whether by underhanded or violent
means.
» Running his business. If there is one thing he is truly good at, it’s running his multi billion dollar
business. There’s a reason he’s as successful as he is.
» Determination. Good for him – not so much for the people who dare to stand against him and his
empire. [/LIST]
[b]weaknesses»[/b] [LIST]»  Money and Power. Perhaps it can only be expected from someone like
him, but he likes to be in control, and he likes being able to get whatever he wants when he wants it.
» Karyme. He hates her. He truly does. But every time she finds him he can’t help but give in to her.
She will be the death of him.
» Fresh, warm, endorphin filled female blood. Why the hell do you think he keeps so many women in
his mansion in the first place?
» His employees and few close friends. One might not think if of him, but when it comes to certain
employees and his friends, as well as his ‘ladies’, he is an incredibly protective person. Do not hurt or
damage them lest you find yourself in a rather sticky situation.[/LIST]
[b]psychological description»[/b] Lorcán has gone through many psychological changes of the many
years of his life. He’d gone from dedicated soldier and hunter to a vampire reveling in money and
pleasure.

The first change came during the wars with the Jews. When he saw how people were slaughtered for
no reason but what they believed his beautified image of being a soldier went crashing to pieces. He
discarded all want for being a soldier and has since disliked of any war that took place anywhere but
over a telephone, internet or boardroom table. His turning also plunged him into a whole new world
of pleasure, something he came to crave – apart from his initial insanity brought on by his relentless
sire.

Time has made him cynical and wry, and he only humors immortal love towards mortals, his own
experience in the area teaching that it never worked well. He has a habit of mocking and rebuking
those who try and make relationships of such a nature work. He also has no love for what he calls
‘dead blood’, preferring to drink only fresh from the ladies he keeps ‘on tap’.

He is a hedonist to the utmost and he does not stint himself in luxuries. This includes his most
expensive house, his lovely collection of cars and the numerous beautiful women he keeps on hand
to satiate his thirst for blood. These women are more than happy to oblige, of course, and he makes
it a point to bring to them as much pleasure as they give him although he does not allow himself to
develop emotional attachments to them, thus recruiting them young and reintegrating them into the
real world after a certain time. He does dally with female immortals from time to time, but he
prefers to keep these liaisons to a minimum.

Lorcán does not like to reveal much about his past unless he is prompted, preferring secrecy and
anonymity. His experiences with angry mortals and storming mobs has just about ingrained enough
sense of self preservation into him. He is also a shrewd businessman, good at what he does and with
no intention to let go anytime soon. He enjoys the control of being able to own whatever he lays his
eyes on. Although not a fan of war itself, he is not averse to violence. Many times it’s the only way to
secure what he wants and is not afraid to get his hands dirty in the process. He has a reputation to
uphold.

[b]skills/abilities»[/b] Blame it on travels, blame it on influences, blame it on necessity – whether he

employs it or not, Lorcán has a vast knowledge of war, weaponry and hand to hand combat. He has
these skills mostly for reasons of security and self protection, not employing them to hunt or to
attack any fellow immortal – without good cause. He does keep one weapon in his office – a sword
fashioned after a machete with silver blade and only he is aware of its existence and location.

His more regularly employed skills are his understanding of most languages and his business savvy.
Starting early he has built for himself a business empire and he has a firm grip on absolutely
everything that proceeds in this empire that could affect his money. He is good at getting whatever
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[b]tattoos/piercings»[/b] He was in the Roman Legion. Of course he has Stigma – yes, stigma. That is
what they had been called in his time, and they were markings of exactly that; shame and
embarrassment. There are a few that he would rather not mention, but two most notable tattoo’s
are the [url=http://homepage.ntlworld.com/stephen.hollingdale/index_files/spqr_logo.jpg]Black
SPQR[/url] on his shoulder and the Roman Numerals on his right wrist.

[b]physical description»[/b] Lorcán stands 6’2 and has near shoulder length brown hair that has a
slight curl to it. It, combined with his hazel eyes and occasional dazzling smile, can give one quite the
wrong impression of him being a very sweet and perhaps even shy person. A wolf in sheep’s clothing
if there ever was one. When angered said hazel eyes can darken until they appear almost black
entirely. This is a clear sign to turn around and leave. Now.

His skin hasn’t changed much since his turning and it still has its tanned hue due to hours in the sun.
This is an asset to him – when he does meet with clients or rival businessmen, no matter how
infrequently, he needs to look as human as possible. Many rich bastards are as paranoid as they
come and he does not need to raise any suspicion. As mentioned before, he can seem quite
harmless at times which is also a perfect physical trait when he needs to lure a rival into a false sense
of security before lashing out with powerful, lithe hands.

He had trained hard to become the perfect soldier, providing him with a fit, muscled body and a
steady arm. But his movements are odd for a man of his size, graceful and not bulky or stomping as
you would expect. Blame it on centuries of opportunity to perfect his movement, if you will. In all
honesty, a man of his caliber and with his reputation is much more believable when presenting
himself tastefully and with refinement than a geeky jock – an oxymoron, yes, but true.

Where his clothing is concerned, Lorcán has an affinity for the more modern fashions, particularly
enjoying tailored Armani suits and other outfits that designate class. This, of course, is his [i]work[/i]
attire and, seeing as it is where he finds himself most of the time, it is how the world sees him. But
he also enjoyed wearing jeans and Henley’s on those rare nights off. As for colors, darker hues such
as black or dark blue has always been his favored choices.

[b]transformation description»[/b] I’ll say it again – He is a vampire. Get it through your thick skull
before you [i]lose your head[/i] over asking silly questions

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[b]family»[/b] [list] » Father » Sextus Julius Severus » Roman General » Deceased.

» Mother » Unna Saraid » Deceased.
» Stepfather » Medardus Caelen » Fisherman » Deceased.
» Stepfather » Assunto » Soldier » Deceased.
» Grandfather » Scipio Caelen » Fisherman » Deceased.
» Grandmother » Afra Caelen » Deceased.
» Wife » Minerve Caelen » Deceased.
» Daughter » Aurelia Caelen Debrius » deceased.
» Son in Law » Timus Debrius » Butcher » Deceased.
» Grandson » Scipio Debrius » Soldier » Deceased.
» Grandson » Cardius Debrius » Butcher » Deceased.
» Grandson » Decimus Debrius » Hunter » Deceased.
» Granddaughter » Unna Debrius » Deceased.
» Granddaughter » Perdia Debrius » Unknown » Presumed Dead.
» Sire » Karyme » Unknown.
» Childe » Chen Jing » Deceased.
» Childe » Rachele » Runs the Sansone Club in Venice » Italy » 1’041.
» Childe » Miyo » Runs the Nozomu Club in modern day Tokyo » 958.
» Childe » Saravata » Runs the Abalendu Club in modern day Chennai » 919.
» Childe » Edla » Runs the Sten Torrel Clun in modern day Göteborg » 856.
» Childe » Isabel Marshall » Deceased.
» Daughter » Verity Segrave » Runs the Shackled in London » 602 [/list]
[b]homeland»[/b] Gallia Lugdunensis, The Roman Empire
[b]history»[/b] [size=0]NOTE: I am NOT going to use different names in the history every time he
changed it. I’ll mention the name and then leave it at that.[/size]

Lorcán Dominicus Caelen was born on Idūs Maius, the year 111, or the night of the full moon, March
16, 111 A.D. in a small village near the border between Gallia Lugdunensis and Gallia Aquitana. His
father was the roman general Sextus Julius Severus who, a powerful man and a great warrior, had
been travelling through Lugdunensis on the road to Britannia. The army had taken rest outside of
Lugdunum, but not before Severus had spotted a young Lugdinium beauty, Unna Saraid, in the city
market. She had no family and had been living and working in a local church and was running
errands when they met. Considering the General’s charm it did not take him long to seduce the poor
girl, who was a mere sixteen at the time, and it took him even less time to leave her on the doorstep
of the church the next day as the soldiers set out once again.

Stripped of her honor and too proud to ask for help, Unna fled Lugdunum. Upon reaching a small
fishing village bordering the Garonne River near the border of Gallia Aquitana an old fisherman,
Scipio and his wife, Afra, took pity on the young woman who was clearly showing signs of carrying a
child. They invited her to live with them and their son, Medardus, who was of approximately the
same age. She fit in well, having no scruples about working and helping out, but after but a few
months more she could barely move around, let alone work constantly.

The rest of the village did not take to Unna, pinning her as a sinful temptress due to her state but
with no husband. As the pregnancy progressed, so did people’s outspoken opinions against her
escalate in numbers. Finally, tired of the village people harassing her and fearing that she would lose
the child, Medardus asked her to marry him. As they had slowly been falling in love during her stay
she did not hesitate to agree to the marriage and, finally, the union brought a measure of silence to
the lips of the other village people. Still, many did not like the young woman.
When the babe was born, a boy, they named him Lorcán Dominicus, the Fierce Lord, and Caelan
after Medardus. Medardus knew of the boy’s true parentage, Unna had told him, but it did not
bother him. He loved them both and took care of Lorcán as his own. As a babe he was already
demanding, and very active. He kept all manner of family up at the odd hours of the night.

As he grew older it became clear to everyone, especially to Unna, that he was going to be taking
after his true father. He did not fancy fishing much although he did go to the docks often enough,
mostly because it was where Medardus was. But his true fascination was with the armies and after
Scipio carved a wooden sword and shield for him, there was no going back. He was going to be a
soldier and, if his hand as a five year old was any indication, he would be a good one.

Still, Unna insisted that the boy attend regular lessons, often homeschooling him when he did not go
to lessons with the other children – he did not feel comfortable around them. He showed a talent in
his work, but no matter how much further large scale education took a man, he was still aiming to be
a soldier at heart. But, knowing that his mother valued their time and these lessons he dedicated
himself to it. Much later in his life these lessons would come in quite handy.

In appearance he took after his mother, fooling many to think him quite a harmless youngster with
his pup-like hazel eyes and long dark and almost curly hair. He became popular among the villagers,
even those who had not approved of Unna. A butcher made him a leather belt and sheath for his
wooden sword and also attached a strip of leather to his small shield so that he could carry it on his
shoulder. From that day on he was never seen without his ‘[i]weapons[/i]’, going so far as to take
them to mass and leaving them outside with the weapons of the other men.

Due to his strange habits the other village children did not like him much, apart from two. There was
Minerve who was two years younger than himself and the daughter of the butcher, Milo, and Vitas
who was the same age as he and the son of the local Metalworker, Horace. Both Milo and Horace
had also taken to the boy. Milo taught him how to use a knife and, although it was not in a way a
warrior would need to know, it was good enough for Lorcán. He simply wanted to know how to use
the many knives skillfully. As he grew older he spent less time at the docks and more time away from
both his parents and Scipio and Afra. But they did not care much, happy to see him grow more
integrated to the village and its people. He spent much time mock fighting with Vitas and Minerve
would decide who the winner was.

Horace was also well known for his weaponry, although he refused to move from the town in which
he was born. Often small dispatches of footsoldiers would come to pick up new weapons. They, too,
began talking about the interesting boy and one of them, Assunto, promised Lorcán to teach him
how to hunt when he returned.

Shortly after his ninth birthday Afra grew ill and it did not take long for the sickness to reach her
lungs. She did not live long, but Lorcán spent many hours next to her bed, praying to Apollo that she
would be healed. Unfortunately his prayers were not answered and she was taken from them on the
fifth day of Iunius. Scipio did not deal well with the death of his wife and passed not even a month
later. Both husband and wife were buried in the church graveyard. Lorcán would never forget the
kindness they had shown to Unna and mourned them for many weeks before feeling well enough to
leave the house again.

There was a new tension between Lorcán, Minerve and Vitas. The latter two tread very carefully
around their friend until he confronted them and claimed to be stronger than that. He had lost his
family, but that did not mean he would wallow in sorrow. He would simply remember them as the
great people they were. It took a few more days but the air soon cleared between the three friends.

When Lorcán was eleven Assunto returned and, as he’d promised, he began to teach the boy about
hunting. There was the stealth and deadly aim required for hunting the faster and smaller animals,
such as hare, and the speed and power required to kill the more popular wild boar. Medardus wasn’t
all too happy with this new activity, but Unna convinced him that the boy would learn one way or
another. Perhaps it was best to let him learn with someone who actually knew what he was doing.
Grudgingly he allowed Assunto to reside with them as he’d not returned with the other soldiers, his
time in service having been completed.

Early mornings were, from then on, occupied by hunting lessons. When he returned he would help
with preparing the meat until he was released to a little time with his friends. Later he would return
to study with his mother as his mornings were now otherwise occupied. At times he would be
allowed away early to spend a few more hours in play before it was time to rest. Although his time
with his friends was greatly diminished, they both understood his enjoyment of it. As it were, Vitas
had begun to work with his father more often, learning the trade, and Minerve was being readied for
marriage by her mother. There were many men in the village that had their eyes on the girl.

Lorcán took to hunting the way a fish took to water. The first year saw Assunto accompanying him
on every hunt, giving advice and training him different methods to find, stalk and ensnare his prey.
And times that they did not spend on much hunting was used to train the young man in the uses of
weaponry. Horace was only too happy to create the boy’s first metal shield and sword, gifting him
with these on his thirteenth birthday.

Soon Assunto let the boy hunt by himself, waiting either for his return, or talking to the people and
helping out in village. Lorcán was not bothered with his teacher’s absence in the least. Be it with
spear, bow and arrow or sword, he always brought home something to add to dinner. By his
fourteenth birthday he was hunting quite efficiently on his own, bringing whatever surplus he had
caught to Milo as thanks for the years he’d taught him. But soon it became more than this – the
meat quality and quantity steadily increased and Milo could not help but notice that Minerve was in
the shop whenever Lorcán arrived.

For two years Milo allowed them to play this game, feigning ignorance while their feelings were
common knowledge to all the older inhabitants of the village. Unna didn’t quite approve of Milo
prolonging his torture, but she understood that it was tradition – it was necessary. Finally, when
Lorcán arrived with his morning’s catch and Minerve, now thirteen, anxiously waiting to see him
though trying her best to look calm and collected, Milo stopped the young man from leaving. Milo
told him that he’d paid more than his due; any further meat that he brought the butcher would be
paid for. He also told him that, since he had now paid in full, if he wanted Minerve, and she agreed,
she was his. They had both gaped at him before running into each other’s arms. The village
celebrated their engagement that evening with a large feast, having been forewarned by Milo of
what he intended to do.

The two were married but a few months later, the entire village in attendance as the two joined in
holy union. His parents and Assunto had spent the evening at Milo’s, leaving the house to the newly
wed couple. The evening was spent getting to know one another much more intimately and Lorcán
spent a great deal of the night making love to Minerve, who was only to pleased to submit to her
new husband. As Milo, his wife, Unna, Medardus and Assanto sat around the breakfast table at
Milo’s house the next morning, the butcher playfully remarked that it was the first morning in three
years that he would not be receiving any meat from the boy.
Minerve and Lorcán was left to themselves for most of the day, emerging only as the sun sank lower
in the sky to be celebrated by the people in the village, having now been officially joined for eternity.
It was a most glorious event and the Minerve was positively glowing. She moved in to the Cealan
home and so Lorcán began this new episode in his life. He cared for his wife by selling meat to Milo
and even Medardus had to admit that the boy had grown into a fine young man.

For three years life continued in peace until tragedy struck Unna and the eighteen year old Lorcán
again. Medardus had left for a long fishing haul but word returned that a storm had claimed most of
the boats and Medardus’ body was lost at sea, now a possession of Neptune. It had nearly destroyed
Unna and, had Lorcán and Assunto not been there to catch her, it would have. Lorcán himself was
devastated, feeling mostly guilty that he’d never shown as much interest in this man who’d cared for
him like a son, but it was Minerve that had eased that guilt and kept him from sinking into sadness
as he’d done with the death of his ‘grandparents’.

It wasn’t long after that Minerve presented her new family with news that would finally lift the
gloomy veil from their home – She was expecting a child. Lorcán was ecstatic, and the rest of the
family and village was quite happy for the couple. Vitas employed what little knowledge he had of
wood and, working with both wood and metal, created the most beautiful cradle which he gifted to
the couple, with the compliments of his family.

Things seemed to only get better from there. During the last few months of Minerve’s pregnancy,
Assunto announced his engagement to Unna, although they gracefully waited until after the birth of
Aurelia before joining in holy union. Aurelia was born shortly after kalends in Martius 130 A.D., a
blue eyed angel like her mother, with her father’s dark locks. It was a most happy time for Lorcán
and it lacked in nothing. Knowing that he wanted to be a soldier, he also knew that there was no
danger brewing that he knew off and he came to accept that he might be a hunter all his life. It did
not have such a gloomy effect on him as he would have thought and he realized that, if war never
came he would be happy to live his life with his family.

Seeing as he’d come to accept his fate, Lorcán was more than a little surprised to hear speak of war
and recruitment when the soldiers came to collect weaponry from Horace and Vitas only but a few
months after Aurelia’s birth. One of the soldiers, Cassian, explained to him that the emperor Hadrian
was planning an assault Jerusalem and the Jewish uprising there. He needed strong soldiers and
word was that soon many would be dispatched to the frontlines. He told Minerve of this and told
her that is she asked him, he would stay. She only kissed him, knowing that this was his dream –
being a soldier – and she handed Aurelia to Unna so that she could pack for her husband. Vitas also
quickly learned of his decision and promised to take care of his family. On the day they set out Vitas
presented him with a sword and shield made to the specifications of the legions. The sword had
been inscribed – [i]Nunquam trado , Nunquam alieno.[/i] Never surrender, Never forget.

Three weeks later Lorcán was drafted into the legion and dispatched to Britain where he would join
the legions commanded by General Sextus Julius Severus. They had but a year to train but many of
the legionnaires where impressed with the young soldier’s, now twenty years of age, skill. The
constant fighting hardened his mind and his body, preparing him for what was to come. The
Centurio quickly noticed him and requested Lorcán to be part of his guard. He also offered the man a
position in the cavalry which he declined. He trusted his feet more than the hooves of animals.

They were dispatched much sooner than Lorcán had expected, but he was ready for war – it was
what he’d been born to do. The legions all joined on the mainland, marching together as one of the
most powerful units of Roma. They had no fear, and their general was one that was feared by many
nations. He was the peacekeeper. They arrived in Judea in the year 132 A.D. and immediately
plunged into a bloody battle. During these years Lorcán made a point to avoid the general, knowing
exactly who he was. It was only by grace that he had only slight features of the man, preventing
anyone from recognizing him.

During his time in the legion he would make a close friend, Meridius Demus. They had both dreamed
of ‘Death and Honor’ since their youngest years and the two became almost undefeatable on the
battleground. He rose steadily through the ranks until the position of Centurio and leadership of his
own legion. Meridius was appointed as his Optio. His legion became one of the hardest to defeat
and they were named Volatilis Aquila – Swift Eagles. As eagles they swept down on their prey, and
leaving nothing in their wake.

For just over three years the war would continue. During that time Lorcán received the [i]Corona
Aurea[/i] or the Golden Crown, as well as the [i]Vallaris[/i] or the Battlements Crown. Unfortunately
his success drew the eye of his general and he was awarded the [i]Torc[/i] and [i]Armillae[/i], his
smiling father not once realizing the brave soldier before him was his son. The very son who’s
mother he’d abandoned, and now tempted with beautiful foreign beauties as a reward. Needless to
say the aging general was not particularly pleased when Lorcán refused his ‘generous’ offer, but he
could not get rid of one of his best Centurios.

The war was devastating. During the final battle as they cleared the city of the last of the enemy, a
well place arrow pierced Meridius’ worn armor, puncturing his lung and causing him to die in
Lorcáns arms. This finally forced open the young mans eyes and for the first time he really saw the
bloodshed around them, many of it shed by his own hand or hands controlled by him. It was not a
pleasant thought at all, knowing that so many people died because they had defended what they
believed in. And not just Jews. He’d seen many of his countrymen fall in battle and for what? Just so
Hadrian could force more people to see things his way? The false images that Lorcán had carried
with him for so many years shattered. When asked by his General what he wanted for reward he
simply requested to be discharged and left in peace. As much as Severus hated to do this, it was
Lorcáns wish and it was granted.

Lorcán dropped his shield and armor before the general, keeping only his sword as it was a gift,
turned and never looked back.

Now a man of twenty four he headed straight back to his home, to his wife and a five year old
daughter that would probably not know him. He was well aware that he had much to make up for,
especially knowing now that war was not a fantasy or a dream – it was a waste of life. He would
have to live his life now more than ever to make up for time lost. But the worst was yet to come. It
had been just after nightfall when he’d reached the village and, as it happened, happened to run into
Vitas before any other. He was home.

But instead of the welcome he expected Vitas punched him, his friend clearly angered but Lorcán
had no idea as to why it was. Loathing in his voice, Vitas explained to him how a soldier had come
with a dispatch announcing his death two years ago. Minerve had been in such a state and had
become completely dependant on her family and Vitas. She was bedridden for weeks until she died
of grief, leaving Aurelia to be cared for by Unna and Assunto, both getting on in years. Then the
letter came announcing not only that he was still alive but that he’d also taken another wife and had
a son. This was a fatal blow to Unna and she went mad, killing Assunto and herself in the process.
Aurelia was now living with Vitas and his wife, happy, and it was best that he left at once.
No matter how he’d tried to convince Vitas that these were all lies, that he’d been faithful, the man
did not believe, angered only more by his denials until Vitas threatened his life. Having now lost
everything he’d held dear, he dropped the sword he had carried at Vitas feet before leaving. The
pain and betrayal had been too much.

Although he had received more than decent pay from the army, as well as a hefty amount after his
retirement, Lorcán sold his golden awards to the first travelling merchant he met. It would do to live
on for now, he was sure. He travelled many uneventful weeks, procuring food by hunting as he once
did, but now he despised having to do so. It only brought back memories of war and of slaying
innocent after innocent, men, women and children. It was a living nightmare. Two months later
found him in Tarraconensis in Hispania. He did not stop until he reached the port Capital of Tarraco,
but he had no idea where he was to go. He simply wanted to leave Roma as far as possible behind
him, as well as all his memories. Yet he knew he was travelling in the wrong direction – the only way
away from this roman hell was further east.

Looking for a place to settle he was found wandering by a man named Prius Demus. In jest he
mentioned the similarity of name to Meridius which shocked this man – who had been about to rob
the grieving and seemingly lost man of his money. Offering to take him to a place where he would
find shelter – which turned out to be a very SPECIAL Bordello – Lorcán was told that Meridius was
Prius’ brother and the only one who accepted what he was. Lorcán did not understand his statement
at that time, but he would soon see exactly how very special the woman of this particular bordello
was. What he found strange was the amount of men and that they actually looked as if they lacked
control instead of having it.

Pruis showed him to a room and left him there after offering reassurances that he would find his stay
most pleasurable. The room contained everything he needed to clean up, including a change of
clothes. He’d barely finished changing when he found himself joined by a very beautiful Hispanic
woman. There was something different about her, something he couldn’t place but he was
inexplicably drawn to her. She introduced herself as Karyme, an employee of the bordello and his for
the night. As tempting as it was, he could not allow it. Not with Minerve still such a deep and open
wound. But Karyme was very persistent, seducing him and finally managing to break his resolve. It
was the night of the most intense passion he’d ever experienced, yet he was sure there was
something she wasn’t telling him.

After their initial night Lorcán gave in quickly to this new life. At first he was allowed to spend time
with any of the women in the bordello he pleased and he grew quite addicted to their skills. He also
received a salary for protecting the bordello during the day. Why they needed protection, he wasn’t
sure, but he did not complain – his life was taking a turn for the better. For three years he lived in
this manner, but later he noticed Karyme getting more and more possessive of him until he wasn’t
allowed to spend anymore time with the other women. Karyme wanted him and she would have
him. And, as much as he was loathe to admit it, he was still drawn to her as if she were a dangerous
magnet; sure he was falling in love with her. One night she told him she wanted to give him a gift, a
very special gift. She was finally going to tell him her secret. He had been twenty seven.

That was the night she turned him. He had promised to love her for as long as he lived in the midst
of their passions. It was immediately after that a sharp pain stung in his neck before and he could
swear he felt himself being drained by her. Blackness threatened to take him but he could hear her
voice, urging him on to drink the warm fluid dripping on his lips. The taste of it was amazing and he
latched on to her, drinking as if his life depended on her, her blood sweeter than anything he had
ever tasted before. When she finally pulled him away he sank into blissful darkness, feeling weak
and tired but powerful at the same time.
When he awoke he had no sense of time, but he was both aware of the fact that he was very hungry
and that Karyme was holding something that smelled quite delicious against the wall, smiling at him.
She beckoned him closer and, like a curious child, he approached slowly. It was a man she was
holding against the wall but in that moment it was nothing more than a beating heart. At her
encouragement and without thinking he sank his new found fangs into its neck, draining him and
having his first meal. It was only afterward, when his head began to clear and she kissed him, that he
realized what he’d just done.

Lorcán had demanded an explanation and she told him that the bordello was actually a home for
female vampires. The men who came there knew what they were and fed them willingly in exchange
for pleasure and money. She had chosen to keep him, to turn him and gift him with eternity but the
truth of it drove him insane. He only remained with Karyme in the bordello because one, she was his
sire and two, he was still inexplicably drawn to her. Only now their affair had escalated into
dangerous zones many times resulting in broken furniture. Lorcán hated himself and he hated
Karyme but he did not leave.

The first time Lorcán decided to try and leave his cursed life behind was in 162 A.D. He was now fifty
one years of age and had lived a most sheltered life. When he left the bordello it was only with
Karyme to hunt, at all other times she kept him on the shortest leash. But he could no longer live like
that, a captive of his own weakness – that was all Karyme was, an addictive weakness that was
draining him. He wanted to live again! He’d lived for twenty four years as a vampire and he’d
realized two things. The first was that an eternity was a long time to mope. He’d come to accept
what he was, what he’d gained, lost and what he needed to do to live. Not survive, but live. The
second was that he could not live with this leash Karyme had around him. It was time for ties to be
severed. So he left to explore the empire.

It had not changed much and he wasn’t surprised to learn of many campaigns on his travels. The
joint Emperorship of Aurelius and Verus seemed to be good for the empire and he was pleased as he
travelled the different corners to parts of the empire he’d not been too, but he was also rather
saddened to learn that some parts of the empire had also been lost. Still, it was to be expected –
change was, ironically, the only constant. And seeing as so much of the world was changing around
him he wanted to see it all. Thus, he decided to make one final stop before leaving his old world
behind. He travelled to the village where he’d been born, watching them from the dark. He was
happy to learn that Aurelia had grown into a beautiful woman, married to the current butcher. They
were both happy and she had three sons and two daughters. With difficulty he managed to learn
their names: Scipio, Cardius and Decimus, and Unna and Perdia. Happy in the knowledge that his
family was safe, he left them.

He began to travel east, amazed by the many tribes and empires that littered the world. Many had
technologies of the likes he’d never seen before, and spoke languages he’d never heard of. He’d
learned many of these languages on his travels, many times taking on female companions from
whom he’d feed until he either tired of her or started to consider her a threat, at which point he
disposed of her before taking another.

He saw and learned many things until, one day, found himself in a whole new empire. It was a large
empire, and a proud one. He found it most interesting and could not help but explore it. He would
later come to know it as China, and this was the Han Dynasty. He learned many things from these
people. There were much to see – strange new architecture, technologies, beliefs and religions…it
was all too fantastical. He did, against his better judgments, learn their methods of war as well as to
speak their language fluently. But it was near the end of the second century that he would meet
Chen Jing, a Xongnu woman from a southern tribe that had fled due to being threatened as she
supported the Han emperor. He fell hard for the woman, taking her as his own.

At first he tried to hide what he was from her as they travelled, but she quickly grew suspicious and,
against every warning that sounded in his head, he told her what he was. To his immense surprise
she did not leave him and the first new step of their relationship was taken as she allowed him to
feed from her when he could not hunt. After a long search they found shelter in the mountains,
where they erected but a small home – they did not require much more. They were happy for many
years, but Lorcán did not allow himself to turn her until Chen Jing confronted him. She convinced
him wholly that it was what she wanted, that she was nearing her thirtieth year and did not want to
die and leave him behind. He turned her then and with their newfound eternity together, left the
shack of a home behind to see the world together.

It was when the Han dynasty began to shift that Lorcán proposed to take her to see his homeland.
He did not want them to be caught up in a war, fearing for their safety once soldiers began to swarm
everywhere and suspect everyone. Together they left China and travelled back west, passing
through the Persian Empire as they did so. Here they discovered many interesting new things from
food and fashion to weaponry. As much as he was disgusted by the idea, he allowed Chen Jing to
learn how to use their many odd weapons, giving in to learn them himself. With her by his side he
slowly grew indifferent to the wars raging around them, until he reached a point where he dismissed
them altogether as just another part of life and death.

They travelled deep into his homeland which, Lorcán was rather angered to find, was now under the
control of Emperor Septimus Severus and it was more militaristic than ever. Still, there was much to
see but when she realized he was purposefully avoiding the hispanic regions he told her, for the first
time, about Karyme. Assuring him that it did not bother her and that she wanted to see his entire
homeland, he allowed it. It had not taken long for Karyme to find him.

The vampire was anything but pleased at Lorcán’s so called betrayal, attacking Chen Jing and killing
her before Lorcán could stop her. It was a hard blow and he tried to retaliate against Karyme but she
still held her power over him and he ended up back in her clutches and in her bed. He was, once
again, more a prisoner than much else, his only news of the outside world coming from travellers.
His own knowledge was restricted to the town as Karyme did not want to risk him leaving her again.
Theirs was a violent relationship, one based solely on lust and hate, but none of the other vampires
that shared the bordello with the couple would ever comment on it. In one way or another, Lorcán
would be reunited with his cursed sire over the centuries.

It was early in the fourth century when he finally managed to extricate himself from her clutches for
the second time, having spent nearly half a century as more of a pet than an equal. This time he
travelled north, hesitant to head back to the east and see what has become of it. He’d learned of a
people called the Norse and he was most curious to find out more about them. It was there that he
met another vampire for the first time since his turning, a vampire named Eirik Asger. Eirik was much
older than Lorcán, his birth dating back to even before that of Karyme, but he refused to tell Lorcán
about his homeland or his true name.

Lorcán and Eirik grew close and Eirik showed him much of the Norse culture. They became close
friends and Eirik assumed the role of mentor that Karyme never filled. They travelled together,
developing a relationship similar to that of a father and son. With Eirik as teacher the world seemed
much more fascinating and many nights were simply spent listening to the old vampire’s stories of
ancient cultures, languages, peoples and more. Lorcán wondered many times what kept a vampire
his age sane to which he replied one night: “Find something, Lorcán, something you are good at and
that you enjoy. Once you do, keep yourself busy. Eternity is too long a time to mourn and brood.
Spend it living what you have to the fullest.” Those few words had changed his outlook on his
undead life drastically.

By the dawn of the fifth century Lorcán had pretty much stopped caring about the many changes in
alliance in the world around him. The only changes that did fascinate him were those in technology
and currency. He and Eirik travelled and saw the many differences, most notably the decline in size
of his own homeland, even his birthplace now under different rule. He didn’t know what happened
to Karyme and her fellow vampires, and he didn’t really care. On a whim they’d even travelled
through northern Africa; Lorcán’s thirst to know as much about the different nations as he could. He
learned to use many weapons and speak many languages. They met many people on their travels as
well, from a determined man named Muhammad, to a young warrior named Arthur.

It was in by the end of the sixth century he finally found that one thing that he enjoyed – trade. He
had noticed, in a Persian port that was busy day and night, how the people had squabbled and
fought over prices, struggling to understand each other with the difference in languages, until he had
stepped in and resolved the matter quickly. Impressed by him the Persian trader, Kamran Javed
Dabir, offered him employment as a translator. He traded mainly at night, due to the nature of his
goods to spoil in too much sunlight, and this worked perfectly for the vampire. Unfortunately this
had meant his separation from Eirik, who vowed that they would meet again someday.

Kamran quickly realized that Lorcán not only had a talent for languages, but also for negotiating
prices. He offered to make Lorcán captain of one of his trading vessels, but Lorcán refused – he could
not risk the crew becoming suspicious over the captains lack of presence during the day. And, while
Kamran was not too happy with this development, he allowed Lorcán to stay on and work for him.
He’d barely been working for the Persian a year when a young woman showed up, interested in only
the finest goods. Her face had been covered and most of the negotiating had been done by her
slaves, but Lorcán hadn’t needed to see or hear her to know who she was – the sheer magnetism
was enough. It was Karyme.

It had been near three hundred years since he last saw her but still, as always, he was draw to her as
an addicted man. It took a hefty offer, but Kamran finally agreed to let the young vampire out of his
employ and Karyme snatched him up immediately. She took him to her home in Kent – a long way to
travel by both land and sea – where she told him how she managed to escape during the wars and
came to settle here. Her [i]late[/i] husband had ensured that she had enough funds to secure both
her home and the land around it and live in a measure of luxury. Her name was no longer Karyme,
but Faye Selwyn and, while he was living with her he was to be called Thurston Asbury, a traveler
from the neighboring Wessex. Karyme was convinced that here they could live and start a family
and, while Lorcán fell willingly into her arms, he had no intention of staying that long. The sooner
she assumed he had given in the sooner he could leave her behind him – this time for good.

While living with her he’d learned of a whole new vampiric social culture. Many had stopped living in
hiding, enjoying the night immensely. Karyme, or Faye, carted him around to party after party and
he would admit that he grew to enjoy this extravagant life, even if he did not enjoy any time he was
forced to spend in her company. He also didn’t understand how they could live so openly here when
the people were as superstitious as any he’d ever seen. But it was not something he had to worry
over much longer. Finding his opportunity he escaped her once again, this time having no intention
of being found.

He made his way to Pallava in India, where he took on the name of Ratilal Jaid Sambhav. From
Pallava he travelled slowly along the coastline for nearly a century before travelling deeper inland
and into the Tibetan Kingdom. From there he made his way to Verona, Italy. He was most surprised
to find Eirik here but he, too, had assumed a new name as the times have changed. He went by the
name Angelo Piero and, to Lorcán’s surprise, he had mated to a vampire called Aminta Piero. Eirik
offered to introduce him to the people – human and vampire – they knew as Nicolò Piero, his
brother. Lorcán was an instant hit with the local vampire population and they with him; they were so
different from the vampires he had grown used to and he enjoyed their carefree – but not unsafe –
ways.

Verona vampires hunted but always discreetly, and many were more in it for the pleasure than
much else. It was during his stay here that he would come to fully enjoy who and what he was.
Recalling the Bordello where he had been sired, Lorcán decided to try his hand at running his own
business. With some subtle convincing and a loan from Eirik, Lorcán attained – and secured – a
building which he converted into something similar to that bordello, but with differences. He also
managed to find more than enough willing men and woman to work for him and, as the vampires
did not stay the night in his building, there were no guards necessary, apart from a guard at the door
that let in only vampires or humans marked by them.

His small business flourished – purposefully named Sansone –, becoming a popular spot at night
among many vampires, both from Verona and other regions. It was the start of his career in the
world of business and making money – something he began to enjoy immensely. As time passed he
also selected one or two of the women for himself and it was considered an honor. This would set
the trend for his feeding – he’d grown tired of hunting and this was a much more pleasurable
alternative.

In a night of mindless passion he accidentally drained one of his girls, Rachele and turned her to
prevent her from dying. At first he’d apologized but she appeared perfectly happy with her new
‘condition’. They remained occasional lovers, but Rachele was more the sister that Lorcán never had.
She proved quite adept at running Sansone and soon he left most of the work in her capable hands.
She did not mind, on the contrary, Rachele enjoyed every minute of it. It was only at the end of the
tenth Century that Lorcán decided it was time to continue on his journey through the world. It was
time to see its many changes. With Rachele’s assurance that she would keep Sansone running – thus
ensuring him a manner of income – Lorcán set out.

Over the next few centuries he travelled to many different places, leaving behind in a few select
places, in a way, a small piece of himself. As Noritaka Osamu he left behind the Nozomu in what
would be Tokyo, an establishment similar to Sansone, and to run it he left Miyo. He returned to India
and reassumed the name of Ratilal Sambhav, where he left behind the Abalendu in what would
become Chennai, and to manage it he left Saravata. Martin Hilmar was the name he assumed in
Sweden, where he left Edla to look after the Sten Torrel in what was to become Göteborg. At each of
his [i]’bordello’s’[/i] he always left a female vampire in charge. While his own sire was not the most
amazing woman of the millennium, he knew that Rachele, Miyo, Saravata and Edla would take good
care of the mortal men and women that were the main attractions. They also regularly sent him a
share of the money made from paying vampire customers, while the rest were divided between
salaries and other costs.

The time he spent at the Sten Torrel was much longer than he’d spent anywhere else. The main
reason for this was his next destination – England. As much as he wanted to see it and stake his own
little claim on the island, this was also the place he’d last seen Karyme and he had no intention of
running into her again. Finally, as he realized that the end of the twelfth century loomed and that he
was nearing the century mark in one place, he took his leave of Edla as he’d done everywhere else.
Lorcán refused to get attached to either the vampires he left in charge or his clients. He would get to
know them well should he ever need them, but there were no romantic relationships or friendships
with them. Business was business.

As Edmund Segrave he arrived in England in 1193. At first he was hesitant to settle anywhere, wary
of running into his sire. Then again, Karyme easily tired of places and people – which is why he
wondered why she wouldn’t just leave him in peace – and at some level he was sure that she was no
longer in England. In 1230 he met a young widow, Isabel Marshal, older than he was when he’d been
turned, but still young to him. He started to visit her at night, more of a ghost in her mind than much
else, and the two developed a close friendship until she told him she was to marry again. It was only
when she told him this that he realized he’d been inadvertently fallen in love with her over the past
five months. She’d made him promise to visit her again and, while he did promise, it would not be
for many years.

Leaving her behind he travelled to London where he settled in 1231. The Milborough was the
largest of his [i]establishments[/i] yet and it quickly grew to draw attention from the many vampires
that dwelled in the vicinity – though very few actually ever got to meet the owner. When it seemed
to be doing well enough to leave for a while, leaving it the hands of Merton, a local vampire he
trusted, he returned to keep his promise to Isabel. Only, she wasn’t in too good a condition – she
was slowly dying. He watched over her silently until her room – miracle upon miracles – emptied
long enough for him to enter. Lorcán told her what he was and that he loved her as well as that he
could give her a way to live forever. Isabel was hesitant until they heard a third voice in the room.
Her husband, Richard, had heard all that had been said and Lorcán’s impatience had blinded him
from the extra presence. Richard assured them that they had his blessing – he had had a vampire
lover once and was well aware of their existence.

Lorcán turned Isabel and, as a ruse, Richard made sure that a body was buried next to the dead
infant as well as having a silver-gilt casket sent to where her first husband was buried, supposedly
containing her heart. Meanwhile Isabel returned to London with Lorcán where she proved adept at
handling any and all things that the Milborough could throw at her. She was a shrewd a woman of
business as he was a man of business. At the start of the fourteenth century they had a surprise visit
from Eirik and Aminta.

He brought news of a new type of business in Italy called Banco di San Giorgio. He could have these
people handle the money that came from the many reaches of the continent and it would be much
safer. Fascinated by this Lorcán left Isabel and Eirik in charge of the Milborough while he set up all
the business arrangements with the Banco. It would prove to be a most wise decision as time
passed. He returned to London immediately after arrangements had been completed.

At the start of the century both Lorcán and Isabel were surprised that she’d fallen pregnant and,
after a worried conversation with Eirik his fears were laid to rest – it was difficult for vampires, but
not impossible. So the dawning of 1406 brought with it the birth of Verity Segrave. Until the mid
fifteenth century Lorcán and Isabel lived most content lives with their daughter, running the
Milborough, and with the financial elements being taken care of by the Banco they had little to
worry about. That was until a vampire purposefully let slip of too much – and their world was
plunged into hell.

You’ve never felt fear until you’ve been chased by an angry mob with fire, steaks and holy water.
Unless, of course, you’ve been chased by an angry mob with fire, steaks and holy water just before
sunrise. The Milborough was completely destroyed, burned to the ground and Lorcán, Isabel and
Verity had to flee for their lives. Knowing they would never make it away in time Isabel sacrificed
herself to give Lorcán and Verity time to escape. Leaving her behind to be murdered was one of the
hardest decisions Lorcán ever had to make, but what was done was done.

For the next few centuries, mainly the rest of the 15th through the 19th century, were spent in Italy,
living in the Sansone. Rachele was still as beautiful – and as efficient – as ever and she and Verity
became close friends. The Sansone was expanded many times and Lorcán found himself feeling
more and more at home. As time passed there came stories of a new world that had been
discovered and then another land was settled. Both were soon overrun by war and Lorcán found
himself slowly growing interested in these United States. But travelling such a distance was not safe
over water and he waited, impatiently, but he waited nonetheless.

He also heard of the new trace opportunities with the establishment of a port town on the farthest
tip of Africa, Cape Town. Remembering his own talents at negotiating and trading he established a
small trading company that ran goods around the Cape Point. He also started looking for more
secure ways of storing his funds and thus started dealing with a Swiss bank, UBS. All his assets where
transferred to it and he has yet to be disappointed by its service, security or silence. He also started
using his money to buy into many different companies, spanning from items such as oil, diamonds,
gold and many other mining and industries. He also liked to be kept well informed of any new
inventions of note around the world. The more things he could sink his fingers in, the better. It is
needless to say that when the automobile came into production he was one the first in line to own
one.

He also opened a few more of his ‘specialized clubs’ over the world, and the one in London Verity
demanded to run. She aptly named it Shackled at it is one of his most popular clubs. He also has two
others on the island, as well as one in Australia, two in China, Russia and others. He also learned,
through his many connections, of two brothers trying to develop a method to [i]fly[/i] across the vast
water that separated him from his new life. He kept a close eye on them as well as the development
of their designs, playing a behind the scenes financial role in the creation of these flying
contraptions. He also did not hesitate to begin dabbling in the Stock Market once it became rather
[i]established[/i].

In the mid 20th Century the answer to his problems arrived – the first Trans-Atlantic Commercial
flight. It did not take long for him to get all affairs in order and relocate to the United States. At first
he lived in a place called New York but he soon tired of it. It was, in a way, the perfect place to keep
an eye on his multiple business proceedings but the town itself did not appeal to him in the slightest.
With much travelling he finally decided to settle in a place called Muertan after learning about its
most interesting underworld of Immortals. Having never really met a great variety of immortals it did
not bother him in the slightest.

He became firmly established, changing his name over the years so as not to arouse too much
suspicion with the mortals he dealt with and he stayed out of the public eye as much as possible. A
special contact at the UBS bank also made sure that his account was handled with every change. He
considers Muertan and the markets and businesses of the world almost as his own playground. No,
he is well aware that he is not the oldest vampire in existence, but it’s not the age that matters. He
has a large office in the financial district and lives in Maplewood in a very exquisite home in which he
has an array of live in staff and female pets. He keeps regular contacts with his childes as well as with
his daughter.

He is most content now; he has money, women and just about all the [i]toys[/i] he could ever want.
Not to mention that the entertainment provided by the different clashing groups in the city was
better than even the newest blockbuster film. More recently he had employed the son of an old
friend of his, mainly so that he could see how the young vampire and his betrothed reacted towards
each other while they were unaware they were to wed. He was amazed by how quickly they’d fallen
in love, and highly anticipates the moment that they realize they’d done what their parents had
wanted all on their own. Unfortunately not everything always goes smoothly. Another vampire had
taken and severely abused Chrysaia Beretta, the young woman. They had managed to capture the
bastard, and with the help of a very ancient friend, he was hoping to make the last few days of this
Julian fellow worse than hell.
[b]other»[/b] This is his home:
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It should also be known that he runs all of the following out of his office:
[list][*] His Stock Market Dealings
[*] His chain of vampire friendly clubs and, more recently, hotels
[*] Pietro Trading based in Italy
[*] And just about every other thing he has his fingers in, including Automobiles, Aircraft, Weapons,
Gold, Diamonds and Oil mining.[/list]
[b]roleplaying sample»[/b]Right, someone thinks they’re funny.[/color]