posted on Apr, 20 2010 @ 09:53 AM
Name - Lothario Maggini
Race - Vampire of the line of Lillith
Born - 1607
Appearance - 5'11, Dark Hair(length varies) Piercing Blue Eyes
I would like to introduce myself.
I am Lothario Maggini. I was born on a warm summer night in 1607 in the beautiful town of Cremona, Italy. My father was a master violinmaker, one of
the greatest in the world, its what our town would eventually be known for in every forgotten corner of this world. I was learning the trade, how to
manipulate the supple spruce, willow and maple woods and turn it into one of God’s most prized possessions. In 1628 the plague hit Cremona, my
entire family fell ill. Cremona became a ghost town, all that could leave did, and the ones who couldn’t perished. The plague did not affect me in
the same way as the others, I was very weak, but I didn’t die.
That is when Nava found me. She was hungry, but she saw something in me and saved me. She took me as her partner, and the world was our oyster. She
was my maker and I loved her. We lived like others could only dream. She taught me how to hunt, how to be a companion and how to love. Before her my
life was devoted to violins, how poetic that it took death to teach me to live.
Nava and I traveled to the new world home of our kind in the early 1800’s. It was a good time to be alive, things were simpler and one had the time
to appreciate life. We lived in a cloak of anonymity for nearly a half of a century. Nava was insatiable, she fed daily until she was caught draining
a slave on a tobacco plantation, by the owners wife. A group of locals followed her to our nest, when she told me what happened I begged her to hide
beneath the floorboards with me, but she was nearly 2,000 years old and every inch a proud Vampire Princess, a descendant of the Great Lilith. The
locals stormed our house when the sun was at it highest, found our caskets and brought them into the scorching Louisiana sun. The men smashed in our
caskets and I heard her scream, if I still had a heart it was broken by the sound. The men set both caskets on fire sang songs of sweet victory. My
love died under a gently swaying willow that day, more than a part of me died along with her. When night arose, I exacted revenge. I killed more than
I care to remember that night without knowing or caring about their level of involvement. Louisiana was no longer home for me. I returned to Europe,
my home embraced me once again.
I turned my back on my kind; I left the world behind and wandered. Never knowing where I was going, never caring. I would cross paths with others from
time to time but I became an expert at stealth and was never subjected to cruel realities of conversation. The lingering sting of her death was more
than I could bear. I rejected life and became a nomad.
I heard the call of my brothers when war broke out. At first I rejected it, but one day during my slumber I heard the voice of Nava. She told me I
must heed the call and fight these wretched hounds. That I was key in a Vampire victory, and she had chosen me because of the role I was to play in
the wars. As a vampire it was my duty to hunt these creatures, Nava made sure I knew that early on. We would relish the times when we would run into a
pack. I was a proficient killer and my brothers called out to me again, this time I listened. I loathe the stench that penetrates my mind when I think
of the beasts. War progressed as wars tend to do, casualties were massive on both sides. Eventually truce was called and treaties were signed. I like
many of my brothers and sisters was unable to fully suppress my innate hatred of them. I was lead to believe that it was for the good of all, I bit my
tongue and stifled my will. Pure blood runs through my veins but I am not royalty, and my words mean little. I will wait and see what this truce
brings, I have my doubts that all will be clear. I will be ready when the time for me to once again unleash the warrior arrives. Until then I remain
stagnant, untrusting and wits sharp. I will rise to take the throne if necessary, its not my desire, but I will not let my kind fall because of an err