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ALESSANDRO DEL PALERMO
| MALE GENDER | FIVE HUNDRED AND SIXTY FOUR AGE | SEPTEMBER 20 BIRTHDATE | VAMPIRE SPECIES |
| SHIFTERS/WERECATS ANIMAL | NYC LOCATION | W/E AFFILIATION | DRUG & ARMS DEALER OCCUPATION |
personality
| POSITIVE - CHARMING - WITTY - DECEPTIVE - CONFIDENT - SCHOLARLY | NEGATIVE - CONCEITED - HEDONISTIC - BRASH - SADISTIC - LUSTFUL |
biography
Alessandro Medici Del Palermo was not born as such. He was born Paolo Alessandro La Vardera in the small Sicilian village of Brienzi, just outside Palermo. The child of a demonic lineage, something that would define his very being, but something that he would not even truly know until he had matured. Instead the child was raised in a grimy orphanage, told he was the spawn of a cobbler and a whore, yet still managed to draw attention to himself with his wits, even at a very young age. When the children would go to Palermo to shop and pay tithes to the duke, the lad was known for enchanting the nobles with his mandolin and reciting the poetry of the great roman masters. On one of these ventures, a certain Cosimo De Medici was in the city, and was utterly taken with the boy, who reminded him of young Lorenzo. With little effort, he was able to convince the lad to accompany him to Florence, the heart of the renaissance. Despite his birth the boy found
himself in Florence and loving it.
Almost as soon as they met, Lorenzo and Paolo were like brothers born unto a different sire. Soon enough, the boy was a staple in the Medici home, more family than half of Lorenzo’s siblings. Feeding off of each others passion for knowledge, both boys grew into utterly articulate and intelligent young men. Throughout Il Magnifico’s rise to power in Florence, Paolo was there, whispering in his ear and discussing the most pressing matters of state. All that kept him back was his bloodline, or lack thereof. Soon, this would change. He began to have more and more upsetting dreams and daylight fantasies, quickly watching them devolve into morbid scenes. In his late teens, nightmares were common, tormenting him through the darkest hours every evening. The experience haunted him for months, until one evening at a banquet thrown by the nobles of the city, Paolo struck up a conversation with an old man who seemed to be knowledge incarnate.
An old mystic, with a seemingly ancient mind. The two spoke well into the night, well after all the others had left. As the old fellow revealed, The man was, in fact, a terribly powerful vampire, hailing from the days of the Roman empire, a Magi, he called himself. He shared with young Paolo the truth of his visions, his difference from other humans. A chance at this new existence this was, the Vampire did it knowing the lad could not resist. Somehow, he had known the demons were waiting, and it could apparently be put off no longer. Alessandro del Palermo allowed the supernatural within him free that evening, and the mans compulsion that night had nothing to do with his vampiric abilities. He had always been a monster, unholy in his way, despite his best intentions, and that day began the rest of his life. He struggled deeply with telling Lorenzo, but decided against it, slowly realizing the consequences of exposure. Paolo began referring to himself as
Alessandro, his middle name and the name of a Favorite Florentine pundit of his.
As his name began to reform, so did he. He stayed out nights with his newfound father, learning his new life, and rarely saw his brother anymore. The boyish frivolity was replaced with a mans lust for knowledge, and even Lorenzo questioned him about it. Still, Alessandro kept his secret as well as he could. Even so, Lorenzo was his intellectual match, and thus, not likely to be hoodwinked by anyone, even Alessandro. As his hobbies became questionable and the Sicilian began to shun the daytime, Lorenzo became increasingly more suspiscious, though never confronting him due to his love and trust for his truest of brothers, even though they had begun to drift. All until that fateful night in the palazzo, the night when everything changed for everyone. The Medici family was hosting its annual gala for the richest and most powerful families and personages in the city, and many of those were less than happy with the Medici. Lorenzo, despite his status as a
charismatic statesmen, spent much of the evening in solitude.
The Duke mingled with guests, but often went to check in on his brother. then, after almost all others had left, he went in one last time to wish his friend a good night. He walked in to see Lorenzo struggling with an unknown assailant, almost overpowered. Without hesitiation, Alessandro used his new powers to easily overcome the attacker, as his brother looked on. He wrung the truth of the mans master out of him, the Pazzi family. A confirmation of what the Medici already knew, but something they needed to be absolutely sure about. When Alessandro shared the secret of his power, his brother was of course revolted and surprised, even as he watched it happen, yet knew it had saved his very life. His loyalty to his adopted brother won out, and so the city's ruler devised a plan. Being so many years ahead of his time, Lorenzo realized the truth of his predicament. In no way could he ever share this with anyone, nor would he want to oust the vampires out
there still. He bestowed the name Medici upon Alessandro officially, and title of Lord of a Tuscan hill town region of Montepulciano, legally owned by the Medicis. Perhaps there, the truth would be less in jeopardy. He would be away from everyone, the old vampire, his brother, just his new knowledge.
Alessandro ruled halfheartedly, wishing he could be back in that center of culture, even as he began secretly having rendezvous with local countesses and ladys of high standing. He even once had a tryst with Bianca Riario, daughter of one Caterina Sforza, though she never knew of his affliction. The Duke had met the charming woman once before, while traveling in Milan, and was quite taken. Even so, they could only see each other precious few times a year, and it wore on them both. He gradually began spending more time wandering the country, and invariably, preying upon it's citizens. He essentially abandoned his post, turning it over to a lesser lord. Whispers began reaching his ears of his supernatural brethren in Florence, chaotic and warring with each other and he was not one to scorn any oppurtunity. After a decade, Lorenzo had turned into an even more effective ruler, and the city had mostly forgotten about that man next to Lorenzo all those years.
Alessandro and his father returned, intent on making this court his own.
As it turned out, his associates of his vampiric father were already the masters of this city, and just wanted young Alessandro there to see the ways of that inner circle. For years, Alessandro learned from the master, picking up both skills of a demon, and the subtle affairs of the political dance. For the first time since leaving Florence the last time, Alessandro was truly happy, able to see his adopted brother once more. At his fathers right hand, he became powerful far beyond his years, and his master watched with pride, while his enemies in the Florentine court watched with jealousy. When the day came that his master was assassinated by one the majority of the court, Caesar style, there was nothing more than a wry smile upon Alessandro’s lips.
He had slowly and subtly turned each one of his peers to his cause, and now the only one who lay above him lay at his feet. It had been decades and they respected him because he had always been the voice of reason, the cool and collected head next to the oft wrathful one of his predecessor. They gave Alessandro the title Grand Duke of the Vampire Court of Florence and Greater Tuscany, almost for affect. He found it rather amusing. He ruled with a subtle but firm hand for the next years, making himself not only respected but admired by most of his underlings. The Duke began to see his brother Lorenzo far more again, close to death as he was, and together, they ruled the living and dead in the city with utter control. But the Duke stayed youthful as his friend and brother aged older and older.
Until one night, Lorenzo simply gave in to death. With the advent of the monk Savonarola coming to Florence, Alessandro saw the time was ripe for another change. His brother had named one of his sons after Alessandro, and as kind as the gesture was, it wasn’t about to make him any less conspicuous. After his companions death, he could take Italy no longer, appointing a young and bright and successor from the court, much as he was then, or still was. Alessandro took over the majority shareholdings in the Medici banking operations, one of the most lucrative and soon to become innovative firms of its kind at the time. For the next hundred years, he wandered eastern Europe and Asia, seeking out and learning from the brightest minds he could find, including one Vlad Tepes and Elizabeth Bathory. He sought out the Mystical and the mundane alike, considering the quest for knowledge too vast a demand to be taught only by one group.
His powers expanded exponentially, and soon Alessandro was brimming with learning from dozens of schools of thought from all over the world. By the year 1580, he had begun to maneuver from within the Bavarian Illuminati, and Alessandro had become one of the highest ranking Freemasons on the planet, though eventually he was forced to feign death and abandon the post for a while, lest he risk discovery. After a hundred years of scheming came to fruition during in the French revolution, even going a bit blood crazy in all the chaos of those days, his new passion was discovered. His more gruesome murders did nothing to improve the temperament of the already furious masses. and more than once, the papers declared a hunt for a psychotic serial killer loose in Paris.
This experience was something of a revelation. Realizing that not only would he be there too see the future's history with his own eyes, he would able to play his part, subtle as it may be, within it all. It was like a fantasy for Alessandro, an even more intimate way to turn his elusive passion into a pastime. His natural charisma assured him his place in history when he made something of a scene at the beheading of Louis XVI. He has since turned up in many of the worlds defining wars and turning points, simply for the sake of being there. Aside from that simple pleasure, it gave something of an upper hand to the Vampires to have someone behind closed doors even among the humans.
Since murdering and replacing another 33rd degree freemason in the early 19th century, He has managed to stay a step ahead of the worlds plans for itself, for the most part anyway. Even he hasn't seen it all coming, such is the beauty of history. His love of stirring things up prodding him along, revolutions are a speciality of his, as is becoming a famous victim. The wave of unexplained European revolution in 1848 was The Duke's doing, after he started in his homeland of Sicily in January, then just found himself getting rather carried away. Europe was never quite the same.
Alessandro still travels the world extensively, ever questing for more, with his travels taking him all over the world. In the late 19th century, he began working with the Magi in a covert context, just a consultant brought in when it made sense for them to use a third party like Aless.The Bolshevik revolution, New Year's Eve in Cuba with Fidel and Che, all were good fun and all, but his missions have become more focused as of late. In his heart, though, he always longs for the beauty of his Sicilian homeland. He loves Palermo more than anywhere else in the world, and will often say so. As Alessandro learned at the hands of the Medici bank, money was power, no matter how it was acquired. Illegitimate business has made him rich many times over through the years, especially since was at the ground floor of what would one day become known as La Cosa Nostra in his mother country. Nowadays, he uses his Palermo famiglia ties to help out every aspect of his lucrative
businesses. The sale of stolen antiquities and artifacts, bootlegging in the prohibition, arming those crazy central Americans, coke smuggling in the eighties...Together they've brought Alessandro a net worth of seven figures, stashed in places like Zurich, the Caymans, Panama, and a dozen other buried cash stashes across the world.
He speaks over ten languages, all with little trace of accent anymore after so much practice, though he does fancy his Sicilian lilt from time to time. Disguise and persona have become second nature to him. Alessandro has taken from the world many crucial citizens, and some times, become them. The world knew him at one point or another as an Archbishop, Concert Cellist, Actor, General, Duke, Fashionista, Freedom fighter and Casanova, among countless other guises. His fervent mission for knowledge goes ever onward, as do his conquests. Most of his vampiric brethren don’t trust him implicitly, smart as they are, but they recognize his intellect and ability to scheme.
Almost two years ago, the Medici was enthralled by what would soon become his two stunning and statuesque wards, Eva and Petra, rescuing them from sex slavery in Serbia. After a full year of living in Palermo, and some time in Buenos Aires, they were bound for New York, the seat of the Supernatural in the US, and home to a pot of conflict that was only just beginning to bubble over..
himself in Florence and loving it.
Almost as soon as they met, Lorenzo and Paolo were like brothers born unto a different sire. Soon enough, the boy was a staple in the Medici home, more family than half of Lorenzo’s siblings. Feeding off of each others passion for knowledge, both boys grew into utterly articulate and intelligent young men. Throughout Il Magnifico’s rise to power in Florence, Paolo was there, whispering in his ear and discussing the most pressing matters of state. All that kept him back was his bloodline, or lack thereof. Soon, this would change. He began to have more and more upsetting dreams and daylight fantasies, quickly watching them devolve into morbid scenes. In his late teens, nightmares were common, tormenting him through the darkest hours every evening. The experience haunted him for months, until one evening at a banquet thrown by the nobles of the city, Paolo struck up a conversation with an old man who seemed to be knowledge incarnate.
An old mystic, with a seemingly ancient mind. The two spoke well into the night, well after all the others had left. As the old fellow revealed, The man was, in fact, a terribly powerful vampire, hailing from the days of the Roman empire, a Magi, he called himself. He shared with young Paolo the truth of his visions, his difference from other humans. A chance at this new existence this was, the Vampire did it knowing the lad could not resist. Somehow, he had known the demons were waiting, and it could apparently be put off no longer. Alessandro del Palermo allowed the supernatural within him free that evening, and the mans compulsion that night had nothing to do with his vampiric abilities. He had always been a monster, unholy in his way, despite his best intentions, and that day began the rest of his life. He struggled deeply with telling Lorenzo, but decided against it, slowly realizing the consequences of exposure. Paolo began referring to himself as
Alessandro, his middle name and the name of a Favorite Florentine pundit of his.
As his name began to reform, so did he. He stayed out nights with his newfound father, learning his new life, and rarely saw his brother anymore. The boyish frivolity was replaced with a mans lust for knowledge, and even Lorenzo questioned him about it. Still, Alessandro kept his secret as well as he could. Even so, Lorenzo was his intellectual match, and thus, not likely to be hoodwinked by anyone, even Alessandro. As his hobbies became questionable and the Sicilian began to shun the daytime, Lorenzo became increasingly more suspiscious, though never confronting him due to his love and trust for his truest of brothers, even though they had begun to drift. All until that fateful night in the palazzo, the night when everything changed for everyone. The Medici family was hosting its annual gala for the richest and most powerful families and personages in the city, and many of those were less than happy with the Medici. Lorenzo, despite his status as a
charismatic statesmen, spent much of the evening in solitude.
The Duke mingled with guests, but often went to check in on his brother. then, after almost all others had left, he went in one last time to wish his friend a good night. He walked in to see Lorenzo struggling with an unknown assailant, almost overpowered. Without hesitiation, Alessandro used his new powers to easily overcome the attacker, as his brother looked on. He wrung the truth of the mans master out of him, the Pazzi family. A confirmation of what the Medici already knew, but something they needed to be absolutely sure about. When Alessandro shared the secret of his power, his brother was of course revolted and surprised, even as he watched it happen, yet knew it had saved his very life. His loyalty to his adopted brother won out, and so the city's ruler devised a plan. Being so many years ahead of his time, Lorenzo realized the truth of his predicament. In no way could he ever share this with anyone, nor would he want to oust the vampires out
there still. He bestowed the name Medici upon Alessandro officially, and title of Lord of a Tuscan hill town region of Montepulciano, legally owned by the Medicis. Perhaps there, the truth would be less in jeopardy. He would be away from everyone, the old vampire, his brother, just his new knowledge.
Alessandro ruled halfheartedly, wishing he could be back in that center of culture, even as he began secretly having rendezvous with local countesses and ladys of high standing. He even once had a tryst with Bianca Riario, daughter of one Caterina Sforza, though she never knew of his affliction. The Duke had met the charming woman once before, while traveling in Milan, and was quite taken. Even so, they could only see each other precious few times a year, and it wore on them both. He gradually began spending more time wandering the country, and invariably, preying upon it's citizens. He essentially abandoned his post, turning it over to a lesser lord. Whispers began reaching his ears of his supernatural brethren in Florence, chaotic and warring with each other and he was not one to scorn any oppurtunity. After a decade, Lorenzo had turned into an even more effective ruler, and the city had mostly forgotten about that man next to Lorenzo all those years.
Alessandro and his father returned, intent on making this court his own.
As it turned out, his associates of his vampiric father were already the masters of this city, and just wanted young Alessandro there to see the ways of that inner circle. For years, Alessandro learned from the master, picking up both skills of a demon, and the subtle affairs of the political dance. For the first time since leaving Florence the last time, Alessandro was truly happy, able to see his adopted brother once more. At his fathers right hand, he became powerful far beyond his years, and his master watched with pride, while his enemies in the Florentine court watched with jealousy. When the day came that his master was assassinated by one the majority of the court, Caesar style, there was nothing more than a wry smile upon Alessandro’s lips.
He had slowly and subtly turned each one of his peers to his cause, and now the only one who lay above him lay at his feet. It had been decades and they respected him because he had always been the voice of reason, the cool and collected head next to the oft wrathful one of his predecessor. They gave Alessandro the title Grand Duke of the Vampire Court of Florence and Greater Tuscany, almost for affect. He found it rather amusing. He ruled with a subtle but firm hand for the next years, making himself not only respected but admired by most of his underlings. The Duke began to see his brother Lorenzo far more again, close to death as he was, and together, they ruled the living and dead in the city with utter control. But the Duke stayed youthful as his friend and brother aged older and older.
Until one night, Lorenzo simply gave in to death. With the advent of the monk Savonarola coming to Florence, Alessandro saw the time was ripe for another change. His brother had named one of his sons after Alessandro, and as kind as the gesture was, it wasn’t about to make him any less conspicuous. After his companions death, he could take Italy no longer, appointing a young and bright and successor from the court, much as he was then, or still was. Alessandro took over the majority shareholdings in the Medici banking operations, one of the most lucrative and soon to become innovative firms of its kind at the time. For the next hundred years, he wandered eastern Europe and Asia, seeking out and learning from the brightest minds he could find, including one Vlad Tepes and Elizabeth Bathory. He sought out the Mystical and the mundane alike, considering the quest for knowledge too vast a demand to be taught only by one group.
His powers expanded exponentially, and soon Alessandro was brimming with learning from dozens of schools of thought from all over the world. By the year 1580, he had begun to maneuver from within the Bavarian Illuminati, and Alessandro had become one of the highest ranking Freemasons on the planet, though eventually he was forced to feign death and abandon the post for a while, lest he risk discovery. After a hundred years of scheming came to fruition during in the French revolution, even going a bit blood crazy in all the chaos of those days, his new passion was discovered. His more gruesome murders did nothing to improve the temperament of the already furious masses. and more than once, the papers declared a hunt for a psychotic serial killer loose in Paris.
This experience was something of a revelation. Realizing that not only would he be there too see the future's history with his own eyes, he would able to play his part, subtle as it may be, within it all. It was like a fantasy for Alessandro, an even more intimate way to turn his elusive passion into a pastime. His natural charisma assured him his place in history when he made something of a scene at the beheading of Louis XVI. He has since turned up in many of the worlds defining wars and turning points, simply for the sake of being there. Aside from that simple pleasure, it gave something of an upper hand to the Vampires to have someone behind closed doors even among the humans.
Since murdering and replacing another 33rd degree freemason in the early 19th century, He has managed to stay a step ahead of the worlds plans for itself, for the most part anyway. Even he hasn't seen it all coming, such is the beauty of history. His love of stirring things up prodding him along, revolutions are a speciality of his, as is becoming a famous victim. The wave of unexplained European revolution in 1848 was The Duke's doing, after he started in his homeland of Sicily in January, then just found himself getting rather carried away. Europe was never quite the same.
Alessandro still travels the world extensively, ever questing for more, with his travels taking him all over the world. In the late 19th century, he began working with the Magi in a covert context, just a consultant brought in when it made sense for them to use a third party like Aless.The Bolshevik revolution, New Year's Eve in Cuba with Fidel and Che, all were good fun and all, but his missions have become more focused as of late. In his heart, though, he always longs for the beauty of his Sicilian homeland. He loves Palermo more than anywhere else in the world, and will often say so. As Alessandro learned at the hands of the Medici bank, money was power, no matter how it was acquired. Illegitimate business has made him rich many times over through the years, especially since was at the ground floor of what would one day become known as La Cosa Nostra in his mother country. Nowadays, he uses his Palermo famiglia ties to help out every aspect of his lucrative
businesses. The sale of stolen antiquities and artifacts, bootlegging in the prohibition, arming those crazy central Americans, coke smuggling in the eighties...Together they've brought Alessandro a net worth of seven figures, stashed in places like Zurich, the Caymans, Panama, and a dozen other buried cash stashes across the world.
He speaks over ten languages, all with little trace of accent anymore after so much practice, though he does fancy his Sicilian lilt from time to time. Disguise and persona have become second nature to him. Alessandro has taken from the world many crucial citizens, and some times, become them. The world knew him at one point or another as an Archbishop, Concert Cellist, Actor, General, Duke, Fashionista, Freedom fighter and Casanova, among countless other guises. His fervent mission for knowledge goes ever onward, as do his conquests. Most of his vampiric brethren don’t trust him implicitly, smart as they are, but they recognize his intellect and ability to scheme.
Almost two years ago, the Medici was enthralled by what would soon become his two stunning and statuesque wards, Eva and Petra, rescuing them from sex slavery in Serbia. After a full year of living in Palermo, and some time in Buenos Aires, they were bound for New York, the seat of the Supernatural in the US, and home to a pot of conflict that was only just beginning to bubble over..
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