Post by pietro on Jun 24, 2008 18:54:56 GMT -5
The One Behind the Mask
Alias: E!! [yippeE]
Roleplay Experience: Several Years[aka too lazy to count. Definitely 5+]
Activity Level: I am on the majority of the week, if not every day.
RP Sample: See Ace Cullen ^^
Face Claim: Jim Sturgess
Just who do you think you are?
Full Name: Pietro Esposito [Peter, to those less linguistically inclined]
Age: 507 years, however outwardly he passes at a suave 23
Sexuality: Straight, if not faithful
Occupation: Trouble.
Grade: n/a
Species: Vampire
Look This Way
Eye Color: [See ‘Power’]
Hair Color and Style: Pietro’s alluring chestnut hair seems to be underlined by a rich gold, which shines on his strands in the light. Its flippy tendencies result in a calculatedly messy hairstyle that is always cut relatively close to his head- not short, but never shaggy.
Build:Statuesque at least, Pietro’s vampire form has enhanced what his human body was. Mildly toned and sculpted in the past, now his muscles boast lines of definition, visible through some clothing. Pietro is not bulky with visual strength, however it is impossible to miss the obvious tone about his vampire-enhanced muscles.
Skin Tone: Though well-tanned as a mortal, in exchange for other vampire gifts this warmth was stolen from his skin, replaced by the enchanting marble whiteness of the trade.
Height: Pietro is tall without seeming giant- just over six and a half feet certainly fits the bill in his ‘tall, dark and handsome’ checklist.
Weight: Proportionally, Pietro has an ideal weight for his size. The bulk of it is muscle – both self-disciplined and vampire-induced.
Piercings or Tattoos: Pietro has no piercings or tattoos permanently. If he has reason to believe that either or both might help his hunt, he has a talented friend who can arrange that- from weathered and worn tattoos to convincing piercings, Pietro will utilize anything to win.
Clothing Style: When left to his own devices, Pietro had the tendency of dressing well, if not down. While his jeans may be ripped and his t shirt might bear a splattering of paint, the underlying brand-name message is clear in how well put-together these designer made, model-ready outfits come across. His clothing style, however, will also vary with his current preoccupation; from crisp modern designer suits to the all-black of dark mindsets, Pietro has developed a knack for choosing the right style of dress for each situation he finds himself involved in.
This is Who I Am
Likes:
The Company of Women
A man through and through, Pietro enjoys women above almost all else. His love is bountiful and widely spread, if not long-lasting. Many centuries of admiration has lead to a great understanding, on Pietro’s part; little can divert him more than a good woman, and her bed, if he’ll have her.
Italy
His homeland, his mother, his future- Italy strikes a strong chord with Pietro. From its wine and festivals of fornication to its literature and art, the many facets of Italy are, essentially, the facets of Pietro himself.
The Volturi
In this haunted family, it is a constant battle for the favor of it’s superiors. While Pietro has never risen completely above this quest, he only has to compete against the best of his peers. With the Volturi Pietro has lead a comfortable life, and through the execution of their wills the Volturi, in turn, have kept him well supplied. Though he fears and respects the Volturi’s leaders, as is to be expected, Pietro walks the passage ways of their underground fortress with more confidence than many vampires achieve in a lifetime of service. He is cocky, but the Volturi only pet his ego; they encourage tension between their subjects, it keeps everyone at the peak of their abilities.
Reading
Despite his pop-culture centered lifestyle, Pietro reads quite avidly. For himself, he simply can never be content if there is knowledge he has not obtained. Reading, however, can also have several other applications. Many a woman has been swayed with Shakespearean prose or mystical lines of love in delicate languages.
The Chase
Whether working hard or playing harder, Pietro’s attention can only be caught with a challenge. While his first century or so might have been spent lying with anyone willing, Pietro has since lost his taste in the over-eager. Occasionally these desperate cases can still stir a reaction within him, but more often he passes over the easy catches in favor of the difficult prizes. The chase is exhilarating, and though he always seems to win, without the effort the end result isn’t rewarding enough. It is the same in his work for the Volturi, easy or weak cases are treated with scorn or contempt- difficult cases are completed 110%, but with vigorous attention and effort.
Dislikes:
Complaints
Pietro has been raised- both as a human and a vampire – to see himself as a prodigy, of sorts. His strengths and adaptability have made him nearly invaluable, and consequently he views himself as such. Then, when some one doesn’t approve of his methods or habits, Pietro has little patience. With such a successful track record, he does not tolerate complaints about his work or lifestyle.
Repetition
Whether in assignments from the Volturi or in bed, Pietro can rapidly lose interest without variety. When given too many similar assignments Pietro begins to get sloppy, displaying his distaste for the task, which can lead others to complain about his work ethic; as noted, that never goes over well. In relationships – in the loosest sense of the word – there must be stimulating variety in all aspects, lest Pietro grow tired of his latest infatuation. It is not uncommon that his ‘dates’ strive to maintain his attention: to have it often leads to a very comfortable lifestyle, to loose it might prove deadly.
America
Pietro has little taste for America, and will only agree to traveling there if his incentive is large enough. Something between the obesity and stupidity of the country disgusts him. Americans, however, he doesn’t always mind; when interesting subjects find themselves in Europe, it is never long before Pietro finds them.
Strengths:Charm, Strength, Quick-Mindedness, Seduction, Ruthlessness
Weaknesses: Single-Mindedness, Stubbornness, Lust, Boldness
Personality: Pietro is not overly complex, yet disproportionately fascinating. Many of his Brother and Sister Volturi lay awake nights, trying to find what Pietro is that they are not; trying to find why he can trump their own success ten-fold. The answer is disappointing at best: Pietro is, by comparison, frequently inferior to other vampires. While his peers may outmatch him in wits, specific talents, looks, or a plethora of other categories, Pietro can still outshine him. The secret is that Pietro simply isn’t. He is not a very deep person, but his face-value bear-all personality gives him some sort of advantage. The Volturi can appreciate him for that- Pietro can always be counted on to act a certain way, if you know enough of his habits and the circumstances. There is no inner struggle between good and evil, there is simply Pietro and his two moods: content or furious. His dependability, however, comes as a two-edged sword. Though he will get things done, Pietro never fails to defy how he was told to go about it.
His womanizing tendencies, too, are legendary and very straight-forward. What Pietro wants he pursues, never pausing for consequence or reason. The love that he might have at any given moment is raw and real, fraught with passion and promises. This love, however real it may be to Pietro, is also fleeting. He is not overly shallow, simply easily distracted; he does not dwell on the trail of broken hearts and lives in his wake, rather on the shiny, new love that awaits him around the corner. Sadly, Pietro never sees anything wrong with this lifestyle. And his ruthlessness will not tolerate women who feel the need to tether or tame him- leaving them alive or dead matters precious little, as long as he is moving on. Pietro is also dishonest- drawing on whatever strengths or weakness he think a person – be it a potential escort or his prey – have within themselves.
Family:
Elenora Cielo de la Fuente-Esposito [Mother] [Died after news of her eldest son’s, Pietro’s, disappearance and presumed death]
Pascal Esposito [Father] [Thought to perish in Pietro’s teens, died approximately 75 years later]
Ela Esposito [Second Sibling and Only Sister] [Killed by the Volturi as a lesson to Pascal]
Inigo Esposito [Third Sibling] [Death in infancy]
Donatello Esposito [Forth Sibling] [Accidentally drown while apprenticing a fisherman]
Lorenzo Esposito [Fifth Sibling] [Death in infancy]
Grego Esposito [Sixth Sibling] [Death of illness and old age]
Armadeo Esposito [Seventh Sibling] [Presumed dead- manned a nautical expedition that never returned]
History:
Italy had not been a concern to larger countries since its conception- simply put it was not prepared to stand up to the Europe’s other, well-established armies. So it lived in a peaceful state of being, rising and falling, taking on everything that the rest of Europe possessed: production and trade, merchant republics, and the Black Death. Then – after losing a third of its population to the epidemic – it was even less of a threat. The after-effects, however – such as booming economical growth – created ideal environments for movements like the Renaissance. Then other countries began to take notice. In 1494 France initiated a competition between itself and Spain for the possession of the emerging country, in which Spain would ultimately prevail by the start of the sixteenth century. The wealthy or favored friends of the royalty took up residence in Spain, bringing their families as they settled in new positions of power.
Elenora Cieol De la Fuente was a member of one such family, uprooted from their homeland and forced into a strange land, all in the name of family power and position. Almost a young woman, Elenora’s teenage tendencies protested the move with every fiber of her being- she selfishly insisted that everything she owned be brought to this ‘world of heathens,’ instead of following her father’s example of taking only unique items and planning to replace the rest in Italy. The boxes that she controlled the packing were filled very full and very heavy- almost immoveable. These ridiculous protests and displays of displeasure kept up through the journey and well into their new lifestyle. Away from the pleasures of Spanish court, Elenora was convinced she would wither and die and old hag- her days of beauty and marriage potential wasted in a foreign land. Stubborn, selfish, and head strong, Italy did not know what to make of the eldest Cielo de la Fuenta daughter. Her beauty was something to behold, but her temperament of legendary. Even as her two younger sisters were matched off in powerful marriages, Elenora remained, bitter and bossy. She treated all Italians poorly, and aside from the disrespect she earned in return the Italians did little to retaliate. That is, before she decided to cross Pascal Esposito. The youthful owner of a fabric company that did much business with the Fuente’s, when he and Elenora collided he refused to back down. In fact, he returned her distaste and scorn two fold, often sending a bleary-eyes Elenora storming towards her chambers, infuriated by the man who refused to be broken. This continued for almost a year – growing worse with each moon – before any change took place. Four years after moving to the Accursed Italian peninsula, Elenora was betrothed to be married to a man she did not respect and, in turn, seemed to have no respect for her; obviously, this was not by her own choice. When Pascal approached her parents – possibly feeling spiteful towards their ill willed child – they agreed, only informing Elenora of the proceedings after the legal documents were signed.
The Italian man – he would later admit – was irrevocably enamored towards Elenora, despite her constant scorn. And while the bickering of that house never could be quelled, a scathing Spanish hate was transformed into a passionate Italian love- although to outsiders it would be difficult to tell the difference.
Such a love consequently filled the household with young Esposito’s. Though only three of the seven Esposito children would live to enjoy their sixteenth year, early on the young family was frequently found at wits end. Pascal and Elenora, obviously not logical people, did not raise a logical family; though none of the children would perish of neglect, few would thrive on love. Elenora cherished the children that inherited her smooth, caramel skin; Pascal liked to boast that he could see which of his children possessed talent. If you fell in neither category, life in the Esposito household was less just, but not unpleasant. Pietro was the first child exposed to the Esposito’s warped opinions on the world. There was something very manly about producing a boy on the first try- Pascal couldn’t have been a prouder pop. Elenora, too, adored her son and everything he stood for- power, a financial leg for her later years, a successor to the family business; now, as Elenora saw it, the future was secure- everything else would just be extra. But, young and furious as they both were, Pietro could only hold the entire of his parent’s attention for 11 months; next came Ela, his one and only sister. Dark hair, smoldering dark eyes, and caramel Spanish skin, Pietro could only pull in a weak second to Ela’s likability in the eyes of his mother; Pietro was the future, only a tool, compared to Ela’s presence in Elenora’s life.The rest of the children came without much worthwhile- two would die in infancy, of illness or other mystical cause. The remaining three brothers – two favored by Elenora and one who took largely after his father – grew in mixed styles. Pietro became the stick by which the talent of all his other siblings was measured- Pascal would never pour so much of himself into another child as he did with Pietro. Ela would be deemed promising, for a girl, and the youngest Spanish-gene son, Armadeo, would be allegedly bursting with skills. The second-youngest son, oddly enough, - not particularly favored by either parent – would survive to adulthood to be married off with little title or power; perhaps, let alone like Grego, more of the Esposito children could have survived, uncorrupted by their parents attentions.
Pietro lived watching his siblings die off slowly, though with no fear for himself. In Pietro’s mind, he was always immortal; it was only later that this would become factually true. When only four children remained to the household – Pietro, Ela, Amadeo, and Grego – things truly began to unravel. A mafia-style power settled over all the business of the Southern Italian area of the Esposito’s home- those who cooperated were rewarded, those who didn’t were dead. There was never any evidence- only the murder itself – and the dominant family of this terrible power floated above their rumors of witchcraft, never persecuted. The first time Pascal didn’t comply with their wishes, one branch of his factory was set alight; a vigil guard doused the flames before significant damage was taken, but the message was clear. A year later – and Pascal’s second act of non compliance, despite Elenora’s pleas – Ela was found in the bathroom, all the golden undertones drained from her so cherished skin, and replaced by a paleness that did not suit her. Ela had bled to death, the coroners would say, though there was no incision to be found on her body, nor any red marring the wash room. Devastated, Elanora would withdraw to her chambers, the steak of her most cherished child’s death driven between her and Pascal.
Pietro – nonetheless – led a charmed youth. Though his mother did not cherish him for his skin tone, Pietro had inherited the aristocratic appearance of generations of Spanish nobility, softened by the rugged appeal of his father’s face. The tosseled brown hair and deep brown eyes set him apart for the fairer Italians- a novelty boy. Puberty gave Pietro one drive, one goal: be as appealing as possible. So, despite the more classically handsome classmates of his school years, it seemed Pietro never lacked a desirable companion. As Pietro continued to age, almost in his twenties now, rumors would lattice the town. Two versions of the story would be told, but they both began the same way: there was some force flitting around the town, to which the young women were helplessly attracted. Here the stories differed: this magic man would woo from these girls their gifts in return for a night they’d dream about the rest of their lives; or, as the church told it, this incarnation of Satan had the girls, however willingly, placed under his spell as he robbed them of God’s most cherished gift to women. Pietro and his charms could never be named as the culprit- eventually another youth would be imprisoned and put to death in his place. Interestingly, this seemed to affect Pietro precious little.
Just as Pietro came of age, entering his eighteenth year, his father was called away from his factory work to serve the Pope. Pascal had continued his small acts of defiance against the power-wielding people of their small town, and he wasn’t overly religious, but God worked in mysterious ways. Nobody had thought to suspect anything until he never came home; obviously, he had been hunted out for his rebelliousness by the threatening powers he had clashed against. It was a pity, but a lesson, to the people of southern Italy. Pascal had the presence of mind to leave all the titles of his factory to his son, but not the plants actual management. You’ve got too much talent for this line of work, Pietro his father had told him repeatedly Get out of here and make something of yourself.
Pietro would continue to manage the factory, but from abroad. He traveled Italy, managing to live in style while doing or paying precious little, and having as much fun as he cared to. He made sure his mother was taken care of- left alone with a single maid in the Esposito estate, all her children gone away. While her rope had begun to unravel with the death of her daughter, it continued to gradually fray over these years in self-imposed solitude. It wasn’t for five more years that Mrs. Esposito would infamously jump from the roof, cursing as she fell.
Pascal, however, was not dead. The Volturi – only now beginning their assent to power in Italy – were the ones he unwittingly opposed. Instead of simply killing him off, however, they had seen potential in his defiance, and with that he was branded for conversion, a vampire pawn in their risky game of conquest. For five years Pascal grew to strengthen under the Volturi’s wing, amazed by the possibilities. To test his loyalty, however, the Volturi assigned Pascal to feast on one from his own family. Unsurprisingly, Pascal refused. Instead, five years after his alleged death, Pascal returned to raise his eldest boy – so full of potential – to the higher plane to which he himself had been brought. When Pascal returned with Pietro, still newborn and blood lust on the brain, the Volturi were furious- this boy was not part of their carefully calculated plan. In time, however, it would become obvious that Pascal had given them one of the greater tools they could ever utilize; for this, Pascal would never earn credit.
The vampire lifestyle, however, embraced Pietro. While his skin had paled out from its light tan, his features were sharpened, heightened, his strength and sense became acute and devastating. The power to do anything under the Volturi’s approval as almost limitless, and all it took was human blood. It was hard for Pietro to believe that something as insignificant has the blood of a human could be traded for this life of glory- he was king of the streets of Italy, because the Volturi allowed it.
In the next five hundred years Pietro became a finger on the right hand of the Volturi- anything but expendable. From suavely luring in the bait of humans for a feast of one evening, to the execution of a traitorous vampire the next morning, Pietro was emotionally equipped and consciously absent enough to be perfect at the job. His love of women, too, was only heightened with his vampire abilities. Now no prize was beyond his reach, and he plucked them frequently from the shelves. If he found them enjoyable, they might live as many visits as he found interesting; other simply had a night to die for, and paid that price. Occasionally his infatuation would be temporarily insatiable, so for fear of loosing his toys to old age, he would transform them. It became a joke, in the vampire community to have been born of Pietro’s harem. He did not ‘keep’ them, officially, but until he was bored with them they never were really independent vampires. Most of such impulsive selections did not last – even as vampires – very long. Either lost in battle or suicide, Pietro’s habit did not spike the numbers of vampires in Italy.
Pascal would not see his son’s talent as a vampire. Shortly after their discovery that Pietro and his talents were ten times as useful as Pascal himself, they dispatched of the worn-out tool. Pietro will not address the question of who, specifically, executed his father, always the same answer.
The Volturi .
Power: Pietro’s power is a large reason he is so valued by the Volturi. So easily adaptable as a child, those willful – if not false – changes have carried over into his god-like state. Vampires are, most frequently, betrayed by their eyes: the blood red scares off their prey, and contacts can only be so effective. Even in the vegetarian vampires, amber is not in the typical spectrum of color for natural human eyes. At will, Pietro hold control of the hue of his irises, and is practiced with a surprising range. When among humans he will adopt whichever color he chooses- from vivid greens, deep blues, to expressive browns – though he frequently opts for the smoldering brown eyes of his youth. Around his Volturi family the red shines through, bolder and prouder than vampires who are still dripping from the feast. The color he had the most difficulty mastering, however, was the liquid amber of the Cullen’s clan. That vegetarian hue remained elusive for many years – at best he could mimic their color when hungry – but Pietro can never abandon a goal, once started. He has now mastered the appearance of a more moral lifestyle than he cares to enjoy. He exploits this advantage, luring weak vegetarians away from their righteous path, and into the service of the Volturi.
How you became a vampire: See history.
Secret Phrase:-ADMIN EDIT-.
Alias: E!! [yippeE]
Roleplay Experience: Several Years[aka too lazy to count. Definitely 5+]
Activity Level: I am on the majority of the week, if not every day.
RP Sample: See Ace Cullen ^^
Face Claim: Jim Sturgess
Just who do you think you are?
Full Name: Pietro Esposito [Peter, to those less linguistically inclined]
Age: 507 years, however outwardly he passes at a suave 23
Sexuality: Straight, if not faithful
Occupation: Trouble.
Grade: n/a
Species: Vampire
Look This Way
Eye Color: [See ‘Power’]
Hair Color and Style: Pietro’s alluring chestnut hair seems to be underlined by a rich gold, which shines on his strands in the light. Its flippy tendencies result in a calculatedly messy hairstyle that is always cut relatively close to his head- not short, but never shaggy.
Build:Statuesque at least, Pietro’s vampire form has enhanced what his human body was. Mildly toned and sculpted in the past, now his muscles boast lines of definition, visible through some clothing. Pietro is not bulky with visual strength, however it is impossible to miss the obvious tone about his vampire-enhanced muscles.
Skin Tone: Though well-tanned as a mortal, in exchange for other vampire gifts this warmth was stolen from his skin, replaced by the enchanting marble whiteness of the trade.
Height: Pietro is tall without seeming giant- just over six and a half feet certainly fits the bill in his ‘tall, dark and handsome’ checklist.
Weight: Proportionally, Pietro has an ideal weight for his size. The bulk of it is muscle – both self-disciplined and vampire-induced.
Piercings or Tattoos: Pietro has no piercings or tattoos permanently. If he has reason to believe that either or both might help his hunt, he has a talented friend who can arrange that- from weathered and worn tattoos to convincing piercings, Pietro will utilize anything to win.
Clothing Style: When left to his own devices, Pietro had the tendency of dressing well, if not down. While his jeans may be ripped and his t shirt might bear a splattering of paint, the underlying brand-name message is clear in how well put-together these designer made, model-ready outfits come across. His clothing style, however, will also vary with his current preoccupation; from crisp modern designer suits to the all-black of dark mindsets, Pietro has developed a knack for choosing the right style of dress for each situation he finds himself involved in.
This is Who I Am
Likes:
The Company of Women
A man through and through, Pietro enjoys women above almost all else. His love is bountiful and widely spread, if not long-lasting. Many centuries of admiration has lead to a great understanding, on Pietro’s part; little can divert him more than a good woman, and her bed, if he’ll have her.
Italy
His homeland, his mother, his future- Italy strikes a strong chord with Pietro. From its wine and festivals of fornication to its literature and art, the many facets of Italy are, essentially, the facets of Pietro himself.
The Volturi
In this haunted family, it is a constant battle for the favor of it’s superiors. While Pietro has never risen completely above this quest, he only has to compete against the best of his peers. With the Volturi Pietro has lead a comfortable life, and through the execution of their wills the Volturi, in turn, have kept him well supplied. Though he fears and respects the Volturi’s leaders, as is to be expected, Pietro walks the passage ways of their underground fortress with more confidence than many vampires achieve in a lifetime of service. He is cocky, but the Volturi only pet his ego; they encourage tension between their subjects, it keeps everyone at the peak of their abilities.
Reading
Despite his pop-culture centered lifestyle, Pietro reads quite avidly. For himself, he simply can never be content if there is knowledge he has not obtained. Reading, however, can also have several other applications. Many a woman has been swayed with Shakespearean prose or mystical lines of love in delicate languages.
The Chase
Whether working hard or playing harder, Pietro’s attention can only be caught with a challenge. While his first century or so might have been spent lying with anyone willing, Pietro has since lost his taste in the over-eager. Occasionally these desperate cases can still stir a reaction within him, but more often he passes over the easy catches in favor of the difficult prizes. The chase is exhilarating, and though he always seems to win, without the effort the end result isn’t rewarding enough. It is the same in his work for the Volturi, easy or weak cases are treated with scorn or contempt- difficult cases are completed 110%, but with vigorous attention and effort.
Dislikes:
Complaints
Pietro has been raised- both as a human and a vampire – to see himself as a prodigy, of sorts. His strengths and adaptability have made him nearly invaluable, and consequently he views himself as such. Then, when some one doesn’t approve of his methods or habits, Pietro has little patience. With such a successful track record, he does not tolerate complaints about his work or lifestyle.
Repetition
Whether in assignments from the Volturi or in bed, Pietro can rapidly lose interest without variety. When given too many similar assignments Pietro begins to get sloppy, displaying his distaste for the task, which can lead others to complain about his work ethic; as noted, that never goes over well. In relationships – in the loosest sense of the word – there must be stimulating variety in all aspects, lest Pietro grow tired of his latest infatuation. It is not uncommon that his ‘dates’ strive to maintain his attention: to have it often leads to a very comfortable lifestyle, to loose it might prove deadly.
America
Pietro has little taste for America, and will only agree to traveling there if his incentive is large enough. Something between the obesity and stupidity of the country disgusts him. Americans, however, he doesn’t always mind; when interesting subjects find themselves in Europe, it is never long before Pietro finds them.
Strengths:Charm, Strength, Quick-Mindedness, Seduction, Ruthlessness
Weaknesses: Single-Mindedness, Stubbornness, Lust, Boldness
Personality: Pietro is not overly complex, yet disproportionately fascinating. Many of his Brother and Sister Volturi lay awake nights, trying to find what Pietro is that they are not; trying to find why he can trump their own success ten-fold. The answer is disappointing at best: Pietro is, by comparison, frequently inferior to other vampires. While his peers may outmatch him in wits, specific talents, looks, or a plethora of other categories, Pietro can still outshine him. The secret is that Pietro simply isn’t. He is not a very deep person, but his face-value bear-all personality gives him some sort of advantage. The Volturi can appreciate him for that- Pietro can always be counted on to act a certain way, if you know enough of his habits and the circumstances. There is no inner struggle between good and evil, there is simply Pietro and his two moods: content or furious. His dependability, however, comes as a two-edged sword. Though he will get things done, Pietro never fails to defy how he was told to go about it.
His womanizing tendencies, too, are legendary and very straight-forward. What Pietro wants he pursues, never pausing for consequence or reason. The love that he might have at any given moment is raw and real, fraught with passion and promises. This love, however real it may be to Pietro, is also fleeting. He is not overly shallow, simply easily distracted; he does not dwell on the trail of broken hearts and lives in his wake, rather on the shiny, new love that awaits him around the corner. Sadly, Pietro never sees anything wrong with this lifestyle. And his ruthlessness will not tolerate women who feel the need to tether or tame him- leaving them alive or dead matters precious little, as long as he is moving on. Pietro is also dishonest- drawing on whatever strengths or weakness he think a person – be it a potential escort or his prey – have within themselves.
Family:
Elenora Cielo de la Fuente-Esposito [Mother] [Died after news of her eldest son’s, Pietro’s, disappearance and presumed death]
Pascal Esposito [Father] [Thought to perish in Pietro’s teens, died approximately 75 years later]
Ela Esposito [Second Sibling and Only Sister] [Killed by the Volturi as a lesson to Pascal]
Inigo Esposito [Third Sibling] [Death in infancy]
Donatello Esposito [Forth Sibling] [Accidentally drown while apprenticing a fisherman]
Lorenzo Esposito [Fifth Sibling] [Death in infancy]
Grego Esposito [Sixth Sibling] [Death of illness and old age]
Armadeo Esposito [Seventh Sibling] [Presumed dead- manned a nautical expedition that never returned]
History:
Italy had not been a concern to larger countries since its conception- simply put it was not prepared to stand up to the Europe’s other, well-established armies. So it lived in a peaceful state of being, rising and falling, taking on everything that the rest of Europe possessed: production and trade, merchant republics, and the Black Death. Then – after losing a third of its population to the epidemic – it was even less of a threat. The after-effects, however – such as booming economical growth – created ideal environments for movements like the Renaissance. Then other countries began to take notice. In 1494 France initiated a competition between itself and Spain for the possession of the emerging country, in which Spain would ultimately prevail by the start of the sixteenth century. The wealthy or favored friends of the royalty took up residence in Spain, bringing their families as they settled in new positions of power.
Elenora Cieol De la Fuente was a member of one such family, uprooted from their homeland and forced into a strange land, all in the name of family power and position. Almost a young woman, Elenora’s teenage tendencies protested the move with every fiber of her being- she selfishly insisted that everything she owned be brought to this ‘world of heathens,’ instead of following her father’s example of taking only unique items and planning to replace the rest in Italy. The boxes that she controlled the packing were filled very full and very heavy- almost immoveable. These ridiculous protests and displays of displeasure kept up through the journey and well into their new lifestyle. Away from the pleasures of Spanish court, Elenora was convinced she would wither and die and old hag- her days of beauty and marriage potential wasted in a foreign land. Stubborn, selfish, and head strong, Italy did not know what to make of the eldest Cielo de la Fuenta daughter. Her beauty was something to behold, but her temperament of legendary. Even as her two younger sisters were matched off in powerful marriages, Elenora remained, bitter and bossy. She treated all Italians poorly, and aside from the disrespect she earned in return the Italians did little to retaliate. That is, before she decided to cross Pascal Esposito. The youthful owner of a fabric company that did much business with the Fuente’s, when he and Elenora collided he refused to back down. In fact, he returned her distaste and scorn two fold, often sending a bleary-eyes Elenora storming towards her chambers, infuriated by the man who refused to be broken. This continued for almost a year – growing worse with each moon – before any change took place. Four years after moving to the Accursed Italian peninsula, Elenora was betrothed to be married to a man she did not respect and, in turn, seemed to have no respect for her; obviously, this was not by her own choice. When Pascal approached her parents – possibly feeling spiteful towards their ill willed child – they agreed, only informing Elenora of the proceedings after the legal documents were signed.
The Italian man – he would later admit – was irrevocably enamored towards Elenora, despite her constant scorn. And while the bickering of that house never could be quelled, a scathing Spanish hate was transformed into a passionate Italian love- although to outsiders it would be difficult to tell the difference.
Such a love consequently filled the household with young Esposito’s. Though only three of the seven Esposito children would live to enjoy their sixteenth year, early on the young family was frequently found at wits end. Pascal and Elenora, obviously not logical people, did not raise a logical family; though none of the children would perish of neglect, few would thrive on love. Elenora cherished the children that inherited her smooth, caramel skin; Pascal liked to boast that he could see which of his children possessed talent. If you fell in neither category, life in the Esposito household was less just, but not unpleasant. Pietro was the first child exposed to the Esposito’s warped opinions on the world. There was something very manly about producing a boy on the first try- Pascal couldn’t have been a prouder pop. Elenora, too, adored her son and everything he stood for- power, a financial leg for her later years, a successor to the family business; now, as Elenora saw it, the future was secure- everything else would just be extra. But, young and furious as they both were, Pietro could only hold the entire of his parent’s attention for 11 months; next came Ela, his one and only sister. Dark hair, smoldering dark eyes, and caramel Spanish skin, Pietro could only pull in a weak second to Ela’s likability in the eyes of his mother; Pietro was the future, only a tool, compared to Ela’s presence in Elenora’s life.The rest of the children came without much worthwhile- two would die in infancy, of illness or other mystical cause. The remaining three brothers – two favored by Elenora and one who took largely after his father – grew in mixed styles. Pietro became the stick by which the talent of all his other siblings was measured- Pascal would never pour so much of himself into another child as he did with Pietro. Ela would be deemed promising, for a girl, and the youngest Spanish-gene son, Armadeo, would be allegedly bursting with skills. The second-youngest son, oddly enough, - not particularly favored by either parent – would survive to adulthood to be married off with little title or power; perhaps, let alone like Grego, more of the Esposito children could have survived, uncorrupted by their parents attentions.
Pietro lived watching his siblings die off slowly, though with no fear for himself. In Pietro’s mind, he was always immortal; it was only later that this would become factually true. When only four children remained to the household – Pietro, Ela, Amadeo, and Grego – things truly began to unravel. A mafia-style power settled over all the business of the Southern Italian area of the Esposito’s home- those who cooperated were rewarded, those who didn’t were dead. There was never any evidence- only the murder itself – and the dominant family of this terrible power floated above their rumors of witchcraft, never persecuted. The first time Pascal didn’t comply with their wishes, one branch of his factory was set alight; a vigil guard doused the flames before significant damage was taken, but the message was clear. A year later – and Pascal’s second act of non compliance, despite Elenora’s pleas – Ela was found in the bathroom, all the golden undertones drained from her so cherished skin, and replaced by a paleness that did not suit her. Ela had bled to death, the coroners would say, though there was no incision to be found on her body, nor any red marring the wash room. Devastated, Elanora would withdraw to her chambers, the steak of her most cherished child’s death driven between her and Pascal.
Pietro – nonetheless – led a charmed youth. Though his mother did not cherish him for his skin tone, Pietro had inherited the aristocratic appearance of generations of Spanish nobility, softened by the rugged appeal of his father’s face. The tosseled brown hair and deep brown eyes set him apart for the fairer Italians- a novelty boy. Puberty gave Pietro one drive, one goal: be as appealing as possible. So, despite the more classically handsome classmates of his school years, it seemed Pietro never lacked a desirable companion. As Pietro continued to age, almost in his twenties now, rumors would lattice the town. Two versions of the story would be told, but they both began the same way: there was some force flitting around the town, to which the young women were helplessly attracted. Here the stories differed: this magic man would woo from these girls their gifts in return for a night they’d dream about the rest of their lives; or, as the church told it, this incarnation of Satan had the girls, however willingly, placed under his spell as he robbed them of God’s most cherished gift to women. Pietro and his charms could never be named as the culprit- eventually another youth would be imprisoned and put to death in his place. Interestingly, this seemed to affect Pietro precious little.
Just as Pietro came of age, entering his eighteenth year, his father was called away from his factory work to serve the Pope. Pascal had continued his small acts of defiance against the power-wielding people of their small town, and he wasn’t overly religious, but God worked in mysterious ways. Nobody had thought to suspect anything until he never came home; obviously, he had been hunted out for his rebelliousness by the threatening powers he had clashed against. It was a pity, but a lesson, to the people of southern Italy. Pascal had the presence of mind to leave all the titles of his factory to his son, but not the plants actual management. You’ve got too much talent for this line of work, Pietro his father had told him repeatedly Get out of here and make something of yourself.
Pietro would continue to manage the factory, but from abroad. He traveled Italy, managing to live in style while doing or paying precious little, and having as much fun as he cared to. He made sure his mother was taken care of- left alone with a single maid in the Esposito estate, all her children gone away. While her rope had begun to unravel with the death of her daughter, it continued to gradually fray over these years in self-imposed solitude. It wasn’t for five more years that Mrs. Esposito would infamously jump from the roof, cursing as she fell.
Pascal, however, was not dead. The Volturi – only now beginning their assent to power in Italy – were the ones he unwittingly opposed. Instead of simply killing him off, however, they had seen potential in his defiance, and with that he was branded for conversion, a vampire pawn in their risky game of conquest. For five years Pascal grew to strengthen under the Volturi’s wing, amazed by the possibilities. To test his loyalty, however, the Volturi assigned Pascal to feast on one from his own family. Unsurprisingly, Pascal refused. Instead, five years after his alleged death, Pascal returned to raise his eldest boy – so full of potential – to the higher plane to which he himself had been brought. When Pascal returned with Pietro, still newborn and blood lust on the brain, the Volturi were furious- this boy was not part of their carefully calculated plan. In time, however, it would become obvious that Pascal had given them one of the greater tools they could ever utilize; for this, Pascal would never earn credit.
The vampire lifestyle, however, embraced Pietro. While his skin had paled out from its light tan, his features were sharpened, heightened, his strength and sense became acute and devastating. The power to do anything under the Volturi’s approval as almost limitless, and all it took was human blood. It was hard for Pietro to believe that something as insignificant has the blood of a human could be traded for this life of glory- he was king of the streets of Italy, because the Volturi allowed it.
In the next five hundred years Pietro became a finger on the right hand of the Volturi- anything but expendable. From suavely luring in the bait of humans for a feast of one evening, to the execution of a traitorous vampire the next morning, Pietro was emotionally equipped and consciously absent enough to be perfect at the job. His love of women, too, was only heightened with his vampire abilities. Now no prize was beyond his reach, and he plucked them frequently from the shelves. If he found them enjoyable, they might live as many visits as he found interesting; other simply had a night to die for, and paid that price. Occasionally his infatuation would be temporarily insatiable, so for fear of loosing his toys to old age, he would transform them. It became a joke, in the vampire community to have been born of Pietro’s harem. He did not ‘keep’ them, officially, but until he was bored with them they never were really independent vampires. Most of such impulsive selections did not last – even as vampires – very long. Either lost in battle or suicide, Pietro’s habit did not spike the numbers of vampires in Italy.
Pascal would not see his son’s talent as a vampire. Shortly after their discovery that Pietro and his talents were ten times as useful as Pascal himself, they dispatched of the worn-out tool. Pietro will not address the question of who, specifically, executed his father, always the same answer.
The Volturi .
Power: Pietro’s power is a large reason he is so valued by the Volturi. So easily adaptable as a child, those willful – if not false – changes have carried over into his god-like state. Vampires are, most frequently, betrayed by their eyes: the blood red scares off their prey, and contacts can only be so effective. Even in the vegetarian vampires, amber is not in the typical spectrum of color for natural human eyes. At will, Pietro hold control of the hue of his irises, and is practiced with a surprising range. When among humans he will adopt whichever color he chooses- from vivid greens, deep blues, to expressive browns – though he frequently opts for the smoldering brown eyes of his youth. Around his Volturi family the red shines through, bolder and prouder than vampires who are still dripping from the feast. The color he had the most difficulty mastering, however, was the liquid amber of the Cullen’s clan. That vegetarian hue remained elusive for many years – at best he could mimic their color when hungry – but Pietro can never abandon a goal, once started. He has now mastered the appearance of a more moral lifestyle than he cares to enjoy. He exploits this advantage, luring weak vegetarians away from their righteous path, and into the service of the Volturi.
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