Zeo DiPaulo - Clan Master
Nov 12, 2013 17:29:06 GMT
Post by Zeo DiPaulo on Nov 12, 2013 17:29:06 GMT
Name: Zeo DiPaulo
Age: Apparent - Late 20's to early 30's True: 1650 years old
Race: Vampire - Pure(born)
Class: High
Age: Apparent - Late 20's to early 30's True: 1650 years old
Race: Vampire - Pure(born)
Class: High
Rank: Clan Master
Occupation: Owner of Club Synful and Club Carnivale, as well as several other profitable businesses.
Occupation: Owner of Club Synful and Club Carnivale, as well as several other profitable businesses.
Appearance:
Height: 6'5" Weight: 245 lbs Hair: Dark Brown Eyes: Blue Build: Muscular, athletic - broad shoulders and chest tapering down into a lean waist and hips and long, well-muscled legs.
Abilities:
Abilities:
Standard vampire abilities at High Class.
1. Mass Glamour(Bloodline Specific) - this is a spin off of the glamour ability and only works on humans, but he is capable of hypnotizing an entire room full of people at once. They will find him the most interesting,seductive, or attractive person and will do whatever he asks them to do, think, or feel during this time.
2. Secondary Food Source - Sexual Energy (A.K.A. Lust )
3.Bite of Ecstasy(Bloodline Specific) - His bite goes far beyond the typical comforting sensations a vampire's bite produces - producing far more pleasurable, intense sensations that can and will bring a person subjected to it to climax. This bite can prolong that climax as well. His bite itself is so immensely pleasurable ( to both humans and vampires ) that it can cause addiction and/or the desire for the feeding to continue despite the impeding danger - and even occasionally lead the victim to believe that the ecstasy they're feeling is really the feeling of Love.
4. Commanding Presence - Whether it's the way he moves, stands, or merely /looks/, Zeo just oozes authority. When this power is put into full play, it makes one strongly desire to do precisely as he commands and makes the desire to argue that command seem to disappear. This is NOT a glamour ability. It does not /force/ one to obey, it merely allows his commands to seem to be inarguable and therefore one generally doesn't.
5.Godly Strength - while every vampire is strong, Zeo's strength far exceeds even other High classed vampires' strength, making him capable of things that others might not be.
Skills:
1. Business Savvy - Hehas his fingers in a lot of profitable pies because of this.
2.Gilded Tongue - He can talk most people into just about anything, with no use of powers whatsoever.
3.Charm - He's capable of putting even the most difficult to please individual at ease.
4. Linguist - He can speak and comprehend 10 different languages with fluency.
Languages Spoken: Italian, Spanish, English, French, Greek, Portuguese , German , Russian , Czech, and Swedish.
5.Technology - While he's not an expert, he certainly knows enough to tend to most of his technological needs.
2.Gilded Tongue - He can talk most people into just about anything, with no use of powers whatsoever.
3.Charm - He's capable of putting even the most difficult to please individual at ease.
4. Linguist - He can speak and comprehend 10 different languages with fluency.
Languages Spoken: Italian, Spanish, English, French, Greek, Portuguese , German , Russian , Czech, and Swedish.
5.Technology - While he's not an expert, he certainly knows enough to tend to most of his technological needs.
Weaknesses:
1. All standard vampire weaknesses per site
2. Silver
3. Power Restriction on Mass Glamour - it ONLY works on humans, Dhamphirs might be affected, but it's no guarantee.
4. Fame - One of the first vampires to officially come 'out' of the coffin, Zeo is regrettably rather well known.
2. Silver
3. Power Restriction on Mass Glamour - it ONLY works on humans, Dhamphirs might be affected, but it's no guarantee.
4. Fame - One of the first vampires to officially come 'out' of the coffin, Zeo is regrettably rather well known.
Personality:
Calculating, Highly Intelligent, Manipulative, Patient , Sensualist , Conniving , Ambitious, Sadistic (voyeuristically) , Possessive, Dominant, Fearless, Alternately Kind and Cruel, Cold-Tempered, Precise, Sexually Opportunistic (though he prefers men for actual relationships ).
History:
Zeo was born to Isabella and Vincente DiPaulo - a strange pair if there ever was one as it seemed that the one thing that kept them together throughout the years was their mutual desire for power rather than any true sense of love or affection. It was this mutual desire that had brought about the oddly quiet baby that they cared for now, watching him as the days, months and years ticked by for any signs of ever exceeding their own miniscule strength. It was odd too that as they watched him, Zeo appeared to watch them back - his expression strangely calculating despite the so-called innocence that is automatically assumed to come with youth.
Of course, they paid little mind to this as they chose to be more focused on the one thing that they desired most - power. Even if it was only by proxy, they desperately wanted recognition in the vampire world that they knew and adored. Desperately wanted authority, and though neither of them could ever hope to attain it on their own - through Zeo they thought they might have found hope. It turned out that their thoughts, for once, were correct. For Zeo not only progressed into a particularly talented youth, but a particularly beautiful one as well.
Of course, they paid little mind to this as they chose to be more focused on the one thing that they desired most - power. Even if it was only by proxy, they desperately wanted recognition in the vampire world that they knew and adored. Desperately wanted authority, and though neither of them could ever hope to attain it on their own - through Zeo they thought they might have found hope. It turned out that their thoughts, for once, were correct. For Zeo not only progressed into a particularly talented youth, but a particularly beautiful one as well.
They made use of this beauty when he reached what most would consider the rather tender age of 11, though by this time Zeo would be found to be a precocious, eerily intelligent boy with a propensity for charming even the most hardened sort into doing what he desired. Perhaps his parents thought little of this charm, as they were so intent on other things, but those that he consorted with during these years soon learned the possibility of danger in that wicked smile that seemed to sizzle them to their toes.
Now, Zeo proceeded to go along with his parents' desires for quite some time - and while many would assume he did this out of loyalty or affection for those that had brought him into this world, he actually approached these dealings much in the way a smart child would approach good schooling. These dealings were a useful tool and nothing more - for where his parents wanted only the sort of power that involved very little responsibility, Zeo had far bigger schemes in mind. He had grown ambitious throughout the years spent as the Plaything of the Truly Powerful, and even though most had the stupidity to look on him as little more than a toy, Zeo knew the truth. He was learning. And he'd learned his lessons quite well.
By the time he'd reached physical maturity, Zeo knew precisely the amount of influence a single pleasurable touch could exert on precisely what kind of person. He knew exactly what words were needed to be said when he wanted to exert a small amount of change in something or a large amount. It was at that point, that he became dangerous - though perhaps not the sort of dangerous that one saw coming with all the audacity of an army lead by a drum line of one hundred. No, he became insidiously so - his words, his touches, his thoughts enough to subtly influence these men and women of power he so often played among and with to the point where they honestly felt that his ideas had actually been theirs all along. It was ingenious, and Zeo knew it.
It amused him to play at this game for several centuries - much to the delight of his parents. For through him, they got the recognition they felt they deserved, and had fine things in abundance. Of course, his parents - in Zeo's opinion - deserved very little of what they got, but he supposed it was just a matter of time before they finally got their true "Just" reward. In the meantime, Zeo played at politics from the side lines and played at it well - instigating several important changes in authority that would eventually serve him well in future.
By Zeo's five hundredth year, it would seem the tables had quite turned. No longer was he required to be the plaything of others, but rather they sent him so-called toys - pretty young men and women (though he always demonstrated a preference for the males over the females) of high rank to entertain him with in an effort to get more advisorship from him. By this point, Zeo had far exceeded even his parents' dreams and expectations - and seeing as he no longer had a use for them and no actual sense of affection or kinship with them - Zeo had absolutely no trouble making the decision to remove them from his presence in a rather permanent fashion. Their blood, though not terribly sweet on the tongue proved to be a rather unexpected boost, the consumption resulting in the growth of new abilities - and though his grasp on them was tenuous at first, Zeo soon adapted. As he always did.
It would seem that a man in Zeo's position would be content. After all, he had /true/ power - a trusted seat as Advisor to the Kaiser and His Clans providing him a position to exert some /real/ authority over what was said and done by this man in his rule. He was even sought after for advice by the High Council themselves, and though this advice almost always came in a form that would, in some way, benefit himself - it was also almost always relatively fair. And it was always heeded. This sort of power was empty though, and Zeo knew it. He longed for bigger, better things, and when Zeo longed for something, it was almost a certainty he would receive it. He just had to be patient, and wait for the perfect opportunity.
That opportunity would present itself in the form of an offer to go overseas - a request from the American Kaiser who had heard of his particular knack for the political realm. Oh, the Americas were still new unexplored territory, but to Zeo they held a distinct note of promise. New territory meant new people, and new lands and new views - and Zeo was ever one for anything 'new'. Still, such a change /did/ require some sincere consideration and he gave it all it's due before eventually deciding that it was indeed time to leave his beloved Italy and venture into new lands.
By Zeo's five hundredth year, it would seem the tables had quite turned. No longer was he required to be the plaything of others, but rather they sent him so-called toys - pretty young men and women (though he always demonstrated a preference for the males over the females) of high rank to entertain him with in an effort to get more advisorship from him. By this point, Zeo had far exceeded even his parents' dreams and expectations - and seeing as he no longer had a use for them and no actual sense of affection or kinship with them - Zeo had absolutely no trouble making the decision to remove them from his presence in a rather permanent fashion. Their blood, though not terribly sweet on the tongue proved to be a rather unexpected boost, the consumption resulting in the growth of new abilities - and though his grasp on them was tenuous at first, Zeo soon adapted. As he always did.
It would seem that a man in Zeo's position would be content. After all, he had /true/ power - a trusted seat as Advisor to the Kaiser and His Clans providing him a position to exert some /real/ authority over what was said and done by this man in his rule. He was even sought after for advice by the High Council themselves, and though this advice almost always came in a form that would, in some way, benefit himself - it was also almost always relatively fair. And it was always heeded. This sort of power was empty though, and Zeo knew it. He longed for bigger, better things, and when Zeo longed for something, it was almost a certainty he would receive it. He just had to be patient, and wait for the perfect opportunity.
That opportunity would present itself in the form of an offer to go overseas - a request from the American Kaiser who had heard of his particular knack for the political realm. Oh, the Americas were still new unexplored territory, but to Zeo they held a distinct note of promise. New territory meant new people, and new lands and new views - and Zeo was ever one for anything 'new'. Still, such a change /did/ require some sincere consideration and he gave it all it's due before eventually deciding that it was indeed time to leave his beloved Italy and venture into new lands.
The quarters on the ship he sailed on were only slightly cramped, but they provided adequate cover for daylight hours and he never seemed to want for company as sailors were a rather randy lot. Once the boat landed, his human entertainment were left callously behind as he stepped foot onto land and was greeted by the American Kaiser himself - one Gunnar Helgison. It was perhaps unusual for one in such a position of greatness to lower himself, but this Kaiser had to admit to a certain level of curiosity in regards to Zeo. He'd heard things, he admitted rather openly, and desired to know the truth of these matters for himself.
For several hundred years before the Pilgrims first stepped foot on the lands of this country, Zeo lived beneath the rule of Gunnar as friend, lover and a silent sort of adviser - securing a seat of power and strength within the vampire authority structure of early America vicariously through the control he exerted over the Kaiser in the pretense of servitude. Gunnar was aware of what was being done, but found himself so entranced by Zeo that there was little he could or even wanted to do to stop it - especially since the decisions being made were sound ones. It would be kind to say that Zeo loved this Gunnar in turn, but kindness was never something Zeo claimed to possess in large amounts, and though he was fond of the man, love was an emotion he couldn't claim to own in regards to the Kaiser. It made departing Gunnar's company easy , though perhaps only on him, but leaving was something Zeo found to be a necessity as an authority higher than Gunnar had charged him with a new mission.
It was rumored that there were vampires living out in the wilds - untamed, uncivilized and unaware that there were certain laws and codes in place. Zeo's job was to find them, gather them and make them follow him. He'd finally stepped up in the world - no longer a powerful man's 'lackey' but rather a powerful man in his own right. So, he left...and didn't look back even once, setting out to do precisely what he was charged with. Along the way, he took note of some particularly vicious attacks that appeared to be the work of several of just such vampires - though there was something distinctly 'off' about these attacks. There was nothing personal about them, but they were bloody and held a distinctive pattern that meant it was either a well-organized group of savages or a single, habitual vampire. His money was on the latter.
Being ever the one for enjoying a good, bloody show - he followed this trail of blood and gore, mostly due to boredom than anything, and observed Little River from a silent distance as she tore her way through the people that had begun to populate this perhaps not-so-wild country. He couldn't say why, but he found the tall, graceful female intriguing - eyeing her much in the way a predator eyes another - and though his presence was not known to her, hers was very much known to him.
For several hundred years before the Pilgrims first stepped foot on the lands of this country, Zeo lived beneath the rule of Gunnar as friend, lover and a silent sort of adviser - securing a seat of power and strength within the vampire authority structure of early America vicariously through the control he exerted over the Kaiser in the pretense of servitude. Gunnar was aware of what was being done, but found himself so entranced by Zeo that there was little he could or even wanted to do to stop it - especially since the decisions being made were sound ones. It would be kind to say that Zeo loved this Gunnar in turn, but kindness was never something Zeo claimed to possess in large amounts, and though he was fond of the man, love was an emotion he couldn't claim to own in regards to the Kaiser. It made departing Gunnar's company easy , though perhaps only on him, but leaving was something Zeo found to be a necessity as an authority higher than Gunnar had charged him with a new mission.
It was rumored that there were vampires living out in the wilds - untamed, uncivilized and unaware that there were certain laws and codes in place. Zeo's job was to find them, gather them and make them follow him. He'd finally stepped up in the world - no longer a powerful man's 'lackey' but rather a powerful man in his own right. So, he left...and didn't look back even once, setting out to do precisely what he was charged with. Along the way, he took note of some particularly vicious attacks that appeared to be the work of several of just such vampires - though there was something distinctly 'off' about these attacks. There was nothing personal about them, but they were bloody and held a distinctive pattern that meant it was either a well-organized group of savages or a single, habitual vampire. His money was on the latter.
Being ever the one for enjoying a good, bloody show - he followed this trail of blood and gore, mostly due to boredom than anything, and observed Little River from a silent distance as she tore her way through the people that had begun to populate this perhaps not-so-wild country. He couldn't say why, but he found the tall, graceful female intriguing - eyeing her much in the way a predator eyes another - and though his presence was not known to her, hers was very much known to him.
Soon it would be revealed that he was not the only one to have taken note, however - a missive having been dispatched for Zeo to have been on the look out for her and a notice about there being a call for her head. Rather than seek her death out himself, he watched, and waited - deciding that this maddened, violent girl could likely be useful to him in such way and would be more useful living rather than dead. When the Kaiser's assassins came - faces he knew and had even fraternized with - they came silently, but Zeo knew their ways and intercepted them before hand, dispatching them as calmly as they might have killed Little River and leaving only one breathing, as it were, with instructions to return Little River to the Kaiser alive and a promise of reward should it be done.
Though little is known as to why the would-be assassin agreed - some say that Zeo used his particular method of persuasion and others say that he offered a portion of the wealth that Zeo had already accumulated thus far - agree he did, and Little River soon found herself brought up before Gunnar, Zeo himself on their heels. Once present, Zeo bargained - and elegantly so - for the Native woman's life. The bargaining was done in private, and the only two that know precisely what went into the bargain are Zeo and the Kaiser - but eventually they came to some agreement, with Zeo being the victor. Perhaps this was due to some of that lingering love that Gunnar felt for the Italian, or perhaps it was merely because Zeo was just /that/ convincing - but either way Zeo left there with Little River by his side. A place she has never left.
As they traveled, they did amass other vampires beneath their wing, and Zeo's clan - makeshift as it was - became known as a powerful force on American soil. Due to this growth in power and status, the High Council once more took notice of him and sent to him a female. A gift, they said - though perhaps a very foolish one. This female was vain and resentful of her place among his clan, and though she was given every respect that was meant to be accorded a woman of her position and birth, she found herself malcontent. Her dislike of Zeo - which had been almost instantaneous - grew until it had festered into a hatred so severe that she was ready to put herself out in the sunlight rather than bear the burden of belonging to him.
Though little is known as to why the would-be assassin agreed - some say that Zeo used his particular method of persuasion and others say that he offered a portion of the wealth that Zeo had already accumulated thus far - agree he did, and Little River soon found herself brought up before Gunnar, Zeo himself on their heels. Once present, Zeo bargained - and elegantly so - for the Native woman's life. The bargaining was done in private, and the only two that know precisely what went into the bargain are Zeo and the Kaiser - but eventually they came to some agreement, with Zeo being the victor. Perhaps this was due to some of that lingering love that Gunnar felt for the Italian, or perhaps it was merely because Zeo was just /that/ convincing - but either way Zeo left there with Little River by his side. A place she has never left.
As they traveled, they did amass other vampires beneath their wing, and Zeo's clan - makeshift as it was - became known as a powerful force on American soil. Due to this growth in power and status, the High Council once more took notice of him and sent to him a female. A gift, they said - though perhaps a very foolish one. This female was vain and resentful of her place among his clan, and though she was given every respect that was meant to be accorded a woman of her position and birth, she found herself malcontent. Her dislike of Zeo - which had been almost instantaneous - grew until it had festered into a hatred so severe that she was ready to put herself out in the sunlight rather than bear the burden of belonging to him.
It wasn't that Zeo was cruel, or violent with her - no - it was that she was treated as little better than a Pet. At least in her eyes. He should have fawned at her feet, and been grateful that she had deigned to come to this forsaken land in agreement with the High Council's decree that there should be some bond between him and one of their own. Zeo, however, saw it as otherwise. She wasn't chattel, per se - but she was certainly useless to him. A creature far too used to being overly pampered, over-fed, and over-wanted, and Zeo had no true sense of desire for her. Still, he'd made a bargain and that bargain had to come to fruition. So rather than a sense of lust or longing, it was a sense of boredom and a rather disgusted need to merely put an end to an unpleasant situation that brought him to her bed. And there he stayed, for as long as he could stand it until eventually he decreed that the bargain had been met and that she could return from whence she came.
It would be centuries before he was forced to think of that viper again, rumors of a child bearing the mark of one of his gifts spreading thickly throughout the now prospering territory of Clan Master Zeo. Serving a neighboring clan as a /slave/ no less. The idea of such a thing alternately infuriated and flabbergasted him. If the girl truly /was/ his child then why on earth was she a mere slave. His bloodline was true, despite the rather questionable nature of his now-deceased parents, and a proud one at that. No child born of such blood had any business serving in such a capacity to /any/ vampire. However, throughout his years he'd kept company with men - and though occasionally he'd been known to take care of Little River's needs - his companionship preferences were well known.
It was then that the female the High Council had sent him dawned on him, and his rage was a cold and frightening thing. A thing that sent him on a subtle warpath that first began with the female herself - who through blood-stained tears finally admitted to what she'd done - and ended with the destruction of this neighboring clan and the reclamation of his true daughter, Cameo.
It would be centuries before he was forced to think of that viper again, rumors of a child bearing the mark of one of his gifts spreading thickly throughout the now prospering territory of Clan Master Zeo. Serving a neighboring clan as a /slave/ no less. The idea of such a thing alternately infuriated and flabbergasted him. If the girl truly /was/ his child then why on earth was she a mere slave. His bloodline was true, despite the rather questionable nature of his now-deceased parents, and a proud one at that. No child born of such blood had any business serving in such a capacity to /any/ vampire. However, throughout his years he'd kept company with men - and though occasionally he'd been known to take care of Little River's needs - his companionship preferences were well known.
It was then that the female the High Council had sent him dawned on him, and his rage was a cold and frightening thing. A thing that sent him on a subtle warpath that first began with the female herself - who through blood-stained tears finally admitted to what she'd done - and ended with the destruction of this neighboring clan and the reclamation of his true daughter, Cameo.
Current History:
Zeo still presides as a clan master today with Little River by his side, and though times have changed, Zeo adapts as he needs to. Oh, human knowledge of his kind's existence has indeed made life a little less complicated in some ways - but Zeo is not entirely certain that these are the ways that truly matter. After all, with this knowledge, came the Treaty. And with the Treaty came a rather annoying restriction level placed upon vampires as dictated by human law. Still, Zeo keeps his cards to his chest on that score, deciding that the Treaty is just something he'll have to learn to live with until such time as a proper opportunity presents itself to change it.
There are those that say Zeo's ever-active brain is finally resting as it would seem he's now found himself in a true position to be content - but then those would be the people that never truly knew the vampire from Italy. He is ever plotting, planning and scheming - and always lying in wait for just that perfect opportunity to arise. Recently he's seen just one such opportunity arise - in the form of a singularly deficient clan leader by the name of Seton. He has confessed that he has a clan member he lives in fear of, an Initiate by the name of Antilles, and Zeo has seen the source of this fear as something to be fostered rather than hindered. So Zeo has negotiated and successfully 'purchased' the safe transfer of this Antilles - welcoming him into his clan and into his territory. Now, what is to be made of this Initiate is, at present, unknown. Only time will tell on that score, so perhaps it is a good thing that Zeo is a, almost above-all , very patient man...
