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Curse of Humanity, Fool of Satan, Leader, Zealot, Cultured, Fallen Catholic, a Gentleman. Everything is flux, and so I am gone, lost unto my children. Ah, my children. The Old Ways, the Covens, the Rules. But no more. And now, from time and the world, I return.

"He lifted two strong thick-knuckled white hands and drew his hood back off his head, revealing a huge mass of shining black hair. His eyes were large with pearly white and pupils of jet, and his eyebrows, though very thick, were beautifully arched and curved over his eyes. He was a vampire, as were the others, but he was one of the unique beauty and immense presence, looking down at me as though he were more interested in me than himself, though he expected to be the center of all eyes." Armand, The Vampire Armand.

"'Will you serve God?' he asked. His voice was cultured and gentle, and his eyes held no mockery. 'Answer me, Will you serve God, for if you will not, you will be thrown back into thrown back into the fire.'"

"At once, his vicious helpers lifted me again, laughing, and chanting in time with the loud singing of the hymn which had never ceased, 'Into the fire, into the fire!'

'No!' the leader cried out. 'I see in him the pure love of our Savior.' He lifted his hand. The others released their grip, though they held me suspended, my legs and arms spread out, in the air."

"What beauty he possessed! His thick mouth was the perfect Cupid's bow, as I have said, but only now did I see its rich dark color, natural to it, and the even shadow of beard , shaven away for the last time in mortal life no doubt, that covered all his lower face, giving it the strong mask of a man. His high broad forehead seemed made of pure white bone only by comparison, with full rounded temples and a peaked hairline, from which his dark curls fell back gracefully to make a striking frame for his face. But it was the eyes, yes, as always with me, the eyes that held me, the large oval and shimmering eyes."

"Santino, the old saint of Rome. He was wandered into the disasters of the modern era with all his beauty unblemished, still the big-shouldered, strong-chested one, olive skin paler now with the workings of the fierce magical blood, huge head of black curling hair often clipped each night at sunset for the sake of anonymity perhaps, unvain, perfectly dressed in black. He says nothing to anyone. He looks at me silently as if we never talked together of theology and mysticism, as if he never broke my happiness, burnt my youth to cinders, drove my Maker into century-long convalescence, divided me from all comfort. Perhaps he fancies us as fellow victims of a powerful intellectual morality, an infatuation with the concept of purpose, two lost ones, veterans of the same war."

"At times he looks shrewd and even hateful. He knows plenty. He doesn't underestimate the powers of the ancient ones, who, eschewing the social invisibility of centuries past, now walk among us with perfect ease. When he looks at me, his black eyes are unflinching and passive. The shadow of his beard, fixed forever into the tiny cut-off dark hairs embedded in his skin, beautiful as it always was. He is all in all conventionally virile, crisp white shirt open at the throat to show the portion of the thick curly black hair that covers his chest, similar enticing black fleece covering the visible flesh of his arms at the wrists. He favors sleek but sturdy black coats lapelled in leather of fur, low-slung black cars that move at two hundred miles an hour, a golden cigarette lighter reeking of combustible fluids, which he lights over and over again just to peer into the flame. Where he actually lives, and when he will surface, nobody knows."

"Santino. I know no more about him than that. We keep a gentlemanly distance from one another. I suspect his own suffering has been terrible; I do not seek to break the shiny black fashionable carapace of his demeanor to discover some raw bloody tragedy beneath it. To know Santino, there is always time."

Santino, born during the 1300s and made during the mid-to-late 1300s, lived as a middle-to-upper-class Catholic peasant in a town outside of Rome. When the Bubonic Plague struck, his family and his whole town were decimated; in an act of quarantine, Santino was boarded up in his home, with the corpses of his deceased family. It was here he was discovered by a Vampire, on the hunt and unable to find any other living people. This blood drinker Turned Santino and presumably unleashed him upon the world, for there are no further mentioning of Santino's creator. During his early vampiric years Santino had an epiphany, which coupled with his obvious knowledge of theology and mysticism, became a powerful faith that rationalised his vampiric existence. Vampires, the Children of Darkness, were part of God's Divine Plan, as was Satan, their Saint and figurehead. Satan provided man with the choice between Good and Evil. The Children of Darkness, like the Black Plague, were God's means of destroying mankind and bringing them to God's judgment. It would be the Vampires which would usher the evil souls into Hell come the day of Revelation. Santino created great Laws, commandments to govern their lifestyle and to forge the followers into zealous monks, their homes monasteries beneath the earth where they would worship. Their worship itself was not unlike that of other zealous Catholics, with prayer and meditation being frequent. Unlike others however, they lived their religion, always being the followers and Agents of God.

Santino created the first Coven of Vampires, all followers of his new faith- he was their Pope, their leader. He met the legendary Marius some years later and ecstatically offered leadership of the Coven unto Marius, despite being shocked by his opulence and vanity. Marius rebuked Santino with threats and condemnation. Years passed and the scorned vampire retaliated, his forces burning Marius's home to the ground along with his paintings and Marius himself. They kidnapped Amadeo along with the other boys, the latter of which were cast into a bonfire. Amadeo was spared and was eventually converted, becoming a powerful and zealous believer. When the Parisian Coven's leader went into the fire, Santino sent Armand and his second-in-command, Allesandra, to Paris to rule. It was this Coven that was later revolutionized by Lestat, eventually becoming the Theatres des Vampires.

An ancient female blood drinker penetrated the Roman Coven, destroyed several followers. When prompted, she enlightened Santino on her previous wanderings. It was his dealings with the ancient blood drinkers that shook and eventually destroyed his faith, leading him to disband the Coven. Apparently the most damaging was his experience with Pandora, whom he fell in love with. Her companion, the Indian Vampire, threatened to destroy him, which meant little to Santino. It was Pandora condemning him, his faith and his deeds, which destroyed him.

During the emotional turmoil that followed, Santino himself became temporarily obsessed with beauty and opulence, living in a vast palazzo and dressing in fine clothing, a desire which he had harbored since mortal days. Later, Santino disappeared altogether and what was remnants remaining of the Roman Coven fell into disarray. In the 1980s Santino reemerged as an entirely different being. His old zeal and faith had become a manner not unlike Marius; the vampire Watcher, who merely observes the world around them- submerging only to feed. He no longer hunted but rather picked victims indiscriminately. His appearance was merely to facilitate his vampire needs, the epitome of seduction with little real thought into the value of such things. Santino bares no apology for his past deeds, somehow coming to terms with his old self during the years in which he was lost. He is, however, apparently interested in his fellow kind, the only company in the world he has left.

Santino is from The Vampire Chronicles, and is the property of Anne Rice. He appears here solely for the purpose of role-playing in milliways_bar, from which no profit whatsoever is being made.

Text enclosed by double quote marks is verbally spoken.
Italicised text is emphasised, be it verbal or narrative.
Bold text is telepathic speach, audible to indended targets.
All else is purely narrative.

NOTE!
Santino will introduce himself under the alias of Salvatore. Unless one was an extremely powerful psychic or wizard, gleeming his real name would be damn near impossible. Only people who have met him in the past would know him as Santino, unless he revealed his true name to someone. Obviously, if your pup knows Santino under his real name, your pup could refer to him thusly. Otherwise he's known as Salvatore.

[OOC: Santino is taken from slightly prior to The Queen of the Damned and for plot purposes will be gradually taken through the book's canon. Icons do not belong to me or are not me, rather, the models Tao Caino and Nir Lavi as listed on Why Not Model Agency.]

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