Post by luigi on Dec 25, 2011 20:41:47 GMT 1
Playby: Bill Moseley
Name: Luigi Vitale
Age: 37 but is really 93
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Species: Vampire
Physical Description: Luigi always wore suits, ALWAYS. His sister always joked that he slept in them as well. Add an ascot to his outfit and slick back his short black hair, Luigi would be good to go. He stands at 6 feet but his thin to medium build makes him look much taller. Even though he is only 37, anger and stress lines have been engraved into his face making him look much more human than vampire.
Attitude: If Luigi could be defined only by a deadly sin, he would be wrath. A short temper may be the understatement of the century. When he was human, working under him was never easy. Every single, tiny mistake was treated like a life-threatening error and it was a good thing that Daddy Dearest had enough money to pay off every lawsuit against him. Like most other rich boys, Luigi grew up spoiled and could be called childish even at 35. The Apocalypse however, forced him to grow up but every now and then, he still expects things to go his way and if you cross him, be very ready to deal with his temper.
Abilities: Luigi is like any other vampire, perhaps weaker as he is still a youngling. Even though he can use compulsion like any other vampire, he has little interest or patience to do so. If he needs something, he will demand for it or get it by force. This trait of his is very likely to get him killed.
History: Luigi Vitale had everything he ever wanted. 'Crown Prince' of his father's multi-billion dollar company, Luigi never knew the meaning of want or need. (Except perhaps the love and pride of his cold father). He literally had the world at his feet. The eldest of three children, it seemed obvious the company would fall to him and he worked for it. While his brother woo'd women to his bed, he followed his father to meetings. While his sister cared about her popularity and plastic surgeries, he discovered the inner workings of his company.
Even as the obvious candidate as heir, it was his brother who was the company's favorite. Always a charming and sweet boy, beside his trigger-happy brother, the younger, seemingly naive boy would be perfect to be used by his father's power-hungry shareholders. Luigi knew only of the favouritism, which fueled his bitterness and created animosity between the brothers.
The Apocalypse took the Vitale family by surprise. All talk of Mayan superstition were thrown aside. The earthquake did not touch their empire and all they did was plan on how to increase their company's reputation by 'aiding' the victims. It was the radiation that hit them the hardest. Perhaps it was luck that the day it hit was his sister's birthday. A hard man as he was, young Carmela Vitale may have easily been the man's weakness. "I'll be back for dinner," their father promised her. They were safe in the family bunker when they heard the radiation warning. Their father died surrounded by his paperwork, estranged from his children as he had always been.
The bunker should have been enough to last them years, but the two brothers could not get along with each other. With no communication or news from the outside world, tension was high. The younger Vitale, ever the socializer was beginning to grow stifled with only his siblings for company. Desperate for a change and an escape from his jealous, over-domineering brother, he left the bunker despite pleas from Carmela.
By the second year, Luigi knew that the food would soon run out. While he wanted to believe that all was well in the outside, he knew that if everything was really right as rain, their brother would have come back for them; bitter as their fight had ended. If not for him, then for Carmela at least. In a somewhat rare display of selflessness, Luigi chose to leave as well. Even if he could not find a better life, he could at least buy Carmela more time. Not one for goodbyes, he wrote his sister a letter and left without a word.
Perhaps it was luck or fate if you would call it, at play that Luigi was attacked by a vampire instead of a zombie or a werewolf. Fighting the sharp pain brought on by the fangs, Luigi gripped the broken shaft in his hand and pointed it at the vampire's heart. Already weak from hunger, Luigi knew even if he survived that night, he wouldn't make it very far. "Turn me."
The vampire stopped and considered him, the request was simple and bold; not even a tremble from his lips. The vampire, who had never sired any before, his own maker long since day walked; was feeling rather in need of a companion. He fell upon the man and by the next night, Luigi Vitale was no longer human.
When Luigi finally controlled his lust for blood, he went back to the bunker to find Carmela, fully intending to turn her as well if she wished...but she was gone. There was no sign of a struggle or even of a body. The bunker was just empty. His maker tells him, from her scent, she left perhaps two weeks after he did and he would not be able to find her. He tells Luigi of the Apocalypse and all the impending threats and solemnly tells him that there is little hope for her.
Luigi never gave up and his maker stood loyally by his side as he searched. During their travels, they heard of the vampires creating sanctuaries around the world, prominently the one in New Vegas. Their food sources have been dwindling and they knew that New Vegas had enough blood supply for them to survive. Too many years had passed and Luigi finally accepted he would not see his sister or his brother again. While currently living separately in New Vegas, Luigi still keeps in contact with his maker and works as a pit boss at the Valhalla.
Rule Code Word: polyamorous
Species Code Word: soulless
Rp Sample:
"This is too fucking cold!" He spat at his assistant before his. He contemplated stabbing her with his pen. It never worked before, but now with his superhuman strength, it might actually kill her. "Get the hell out of my sight," She scampered, "and you better reheat the blood to the right temperature!" She grabbed the glass as quickly as she could without spilling and raced out.
He wondered off-handedly whether this would be considered as terrorizing his employees badly. Then again Pops always paid them off if they gave trouble...oh... The pen snapped cleanly in half. Damnit! Pops was dead, he had been for over 50 years. It was time he got over it. "Damnit Pop, I tried to take care of Carmela and-" He couldn't spit the name that left a bitter taste in his mouth. If he was there, if he had stayed in the bunker than Carmela wouldn't have left. And he would have turned them both. And they'd both be alive and here in New Vegas. Damnit! Damnit! Damnit!
"Your blood, Mr Vitale."
In a flash he was by her side. She gave a startled shriek as he grabbed her hair, "I don't care about the rules in New Vegas. If you ever fucking screw up again, I will kill you." His assistant mumbled hasty apologies and he might have mistaken her for a vampire with the way she sped out the door. "Sorry Pops, I really did try."
