Vasco Vidicci

[Iota]

Name: Vasco Vidicci
Nick Names or Alias: V, Vas.
Age: 60
Aesthetic Age: 30
Gender: Male
Sexual Preferances: Straight
LClan: Toreador
If Other..:

n/a

Sect: Camarilla
If Independant Faction..:

n/a

Rank: Neonate
Generation: 11th
Powers (Disciplines):

Auspex - 1
Celerity - 2
Presence - 4

Deformities:

n/a

Derangement(s):

n/a

Misc.:

Pied Piper ~ ability to sooth the souls and subue even the most frenzied of kindred with his music.

Cassanova Syndrom ~ quite often Vasco flirts his way to acieve his endgame.

Eye for detail ~ being a police officer for the majority of his human years, Vasco picked up the uncanny trait to spot the smallest of details pertaining to words or events. Not much gets past him

Appearance:

Standing at 6'2" with a athletic build, Vasco kept in great shape when he was human, which followed into his unlife.

Fashion Sense/Style:

Prada, Gucci, Gorgio Armani.. All the latest trends and the must haves, he is a man of taste and exceptionally high standards, he is a Toreador afterall.

Personality:

Vasco usually is very accomodating of others, he is somewhat of a flirt and loves art and music, he can often be rendered useless for a few moments if a beautiful woman enters the room.

Likes:
Art
Music
Beautiful People
Idle Conversation
Dancing
Flirting

Dislikes:
Nosferatu
Sabbat
Ignorance
Stupidity
Law Breakers
People who cannot sing
Art that has "no feeling"

Physical-Strength: 10
Intelligence: 12
Speed: 8
Leadership: 9
Melee: 4
Unarmed: 7
Ranged: 12
History:

Child of Francesco and Mariah Vidicci, Vasco was born and raised in New York City. His parents originated from Venice, Italy. They moved to the United States of America during the Second World War when Mussolini was still allied to Nazi Germany. Vasco had a rather colorful upbringing; he was an artist of sorts and preferred to express his thoughts and emotions on a blank canvas or through song. He spent the majority of his late child hood learning to play the violin and acoustic guitar.

As a child, Vasco was extremely popular among his friends and especially the girls, he just had “the gift of the gab” as it were, he knew how to work people, even from an early age, perhaps a trait passed down to him from his Italian heritage. Vasco’s education wasn’t the best in the world; he would neglect his work in pursuit of more artistic and pleasurable things. This would carry on until his late teens, sufficed to say he didn’t go on to college. Instead he decided to apply to be part of the New York Police Force when he came of age, he actually only applied on a whim, he needed a steady income and dreaded the thought of working in a shop or anything involving manual labor.

He eventually was accepted amidst the ranks of the NYPD blue, a new life for him. He spent the first few years walking the beat and chasing down hand bag muggers initially with his partner, who was called “Stan”. Stan had been on the force for a fair few years and he played the “Guardian” role over the early years of Vasco’s career. His career was relatively uneventful, he was quite content being at the bottom of the barrel in the police force, it meant he could walk the streets and get to know his “territory” and not be bogged down by red tape and all that jazz.

When Vasco wasn’t on duty, he would often be found in the local drinking hole down the end of his street, it was a dilapidated joint that probably was only cleaned once a month, if that. He chose this particular place as it was the closest bar to his flat and barely anyone went in there, so he could garner some peace and quiet, which was a thin luxury for Vasco as he spent most of his time on the beat. Also, when he was on duty but not on the beat, he would spend most of his free hours in the shooting range, honing his skills using a pistol.

After a few years Vasco met a rather beautiful woman, her name was “Cassandra” one night whilst out partying in the higher status bars of the City. She stood at 5 foot 7 inches, dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes, she had the figure of a goddess and the personality of one to match. Vasco spent many an hour talking to this mysterious lady, getting to know one another and generally making the most of the evening. This wouldn’t be the last time he saw her, for he was quite taken aback by her. Vasco would often “bump” into Cassandra whilst he was on a night shift; he put it down to pure coincidence, but as the astute may know, there are no such things as coincidence. Cassandra was actually a vampire or Kindred as they preferred to be called. Both V and Cassandra would meet up in clubs often, chatting away, getting to know one another on a personal level. It was the Toreador way, form a complete infatuation with someone and wanting to know everything.

After several months had passed, Cassandra and Vasco practically pretty much a couple, he still had no idea what Cassandra was, he was too much “in love” to look past the obvious. Still, the time came, a night of passion ensued and in the heat of the moment Cassandra bit down hard on Vasco’s neck, she was in frenzy full of passion and she gave into her inner demon. Vas lay on the bed, almost empty of blood, barely conscious; he was in ecstasy due to the dark kiss. Cassandra, in shock and desperation didn’t want Vas to die, so she embraced him, she forced him to drink her blood, to become like her, a beautiful monster.

After Vas finally awakened with his new leash on “life”, he Cassandra informed him as to what he has become and why she did what she did. He was devastated and felt betrayed, he cast her out and fled New York vowing his disdain for Cassandra and hoping he’d never see her again. He left the City and the state, to run away from everything and lay low for he couldn’t waltz about the City like nothing had happened, he would have to make it seem as if he went missing or something happened to him so that people would believe he was dead, otherwise it would have broken a vital rule in the masquerade of course, he had no clue about the masquerade, he just thought it was common sense.

V’s travels took him to Las Vegas, Sin City. This is where he met another Toreador, who went by the name of “Roberto De La Vega”, a wise old kindred. He took V under his wing as he reminded him strongly of himself when he first was re-born. Roberto owned one of the bigger casinos in the city and promptly gave a lower managerial post to Vasco, to keep him busy when he wasn’t teaching him the where’s and how’s about being a kindred, the masquerade and honing his skills using disciplines. The days of being a cop and on the beat were far behind him, but he would never forget the lessons he had learned from his past life, for they would someday become useful in this new leash of life of his.

The years passed, Vas kept busy, he was working in Las Vegas after all, and it was busy 24/7. Still, the time came when he needed to move one, to flock the nest as it were. Roberto had no quarrels, for he knew the day would come. Vasco needed to go back to New York, to find his past love, Cassandra. He would hope to one day finally be reunited with her and apologize and make amends, if she was willing as he was fairly horrible to her on their previous meeting, but he was sure that she understood his anger. As he arrived back in New York, he made his presence known to the Prince, Julian Hartford and he was given the rights to start up his own club in Albany, to which he named the Asp Hole.

[Hax]

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