Marcos Aurélio - Deceased

Clan	Tremere
Position	Harpy
Status
Domain	Florianópolis, SC/Brazil
Coterie	???
Society	{{{Society}}}
Path	??? ???
Player	Marcos Aurélio

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Overview

Marcos Aurélio

Alias(es):
Marcos Aurélio

Real Name:

Apparent Age: 25

Concept: Bon Vivant

Physical description:

Detailed Status:

Acknowledged by Prince Adrian of Tel Aviv.

Cherished by Prince Hans Grunnin Von Hunsrück.

Influential by position of Harpy of Grande Florianópolis.

Known History

A nice and pleasant Bon Vivant. It seems he came from some place far away that few people remember to ask.

Coterie

All members deceased.

Allies

Prince Hans Grunnin Von Hunsrück, Tremere, Deceased.

Xeriff Daniel Dantas D'Angelo, Brujah, Deceased.

The alive ones... well, just ask him.

Enemies

Harpy Thomas Waits, Deceased.

Sire

Anna Maria Gansen, Deceased

Character Inspirations

Maryann Forrester - True Blood

Jack Sparrow - Pirates of the Caribean

Soundtrack

Satisfaction - Rolling Stones - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3a7cHPy04s8

Jethro Tull - Thick as a Brick - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zZIauCFxoNI&feature=fvst

Like a Rolling Stone - Bob Dylan - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pD-i-yv-Mz8

All I wanna do - Sheryl Crow - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X5ouOa9k0gE

Quotes

"This place is... boring." M.A. at most kindred social gatherings.

"I know you can feel" To a friend.

"Emotions are indeed powerful things." Later, to M.A.

"Your methods are unconventional, at least. But they may work." A much superior Tremere, to M.A.

"You are crazy, but I like you." To a Malkavian friend.

"He is crazy, I don't like him." To a Gangrel, about a Toreador.

"We can think of a way for you to leave this vicious circle of power" To a fellow Tremere, trapped in a vicious circle of power.

"Hello..." turning his head and smiling to the Ventrue girl that just passed.

(Very loud and screaming) "So you are telling me not to be pissed off? I am fucking a neighbor domain's Seneschal's ass, and the Prince comes knocking on my fucking door? How can I not get fucking pissed off?" To the Prince, who entered his room while he was having sex.

"...and there was also a Ventrue Prince that was a Tzimisce!" Pissing all Ventrue off in a Regional Camarilla meeting in Florianópolis.

"I don't like you." To the Sheriff.

"I don't like you." To a very proeminent Ventrue.

"I don't like you." To the Harpy.

"I don't like you." To the Prince.

Rumors

M.A is as nervous as a Brujah, crazy as a Malkavian, well connected as a Nosferatu, faggot as a Toreador, involved in politics as a Ventrue, and fond of nature as a Gangrel.

M.A is as involved in politics as a Nosferatu, crazy as a Ventrue, well connected as a Gangrel, nervous as a Toreador, fond of nature as a Brujah, and serious as a Malkavian.

He told the Counsel of Primogen that never wanted to be a Harpy. At the same night, he was chosen for the job.

All Tremere have strange and misterious powers. He doesn't.

People describe M.A. as "emotive, sensitive and ilogical".

Some of the finest parties in Florianópolis' Camarilla are hosted by him.

At Camarilla's parties, M.A. bets with a Toreador on who gets into more member's pants.

It took a long time of his unlife before he started to get really interested in the Camarilla whereabouts.

A tremendous feeling of boredom seems to be his driving force.

He is a somehow old Tremere who went crazy, and never got better.

A Gangrel and a Toreador were seen in a car with him, all naked.

His hand was cut off once. He was making pizza for his ghouls.

One of his orgies included a Malkavian, a male and a female mortals, a dog, and wall paint.

M.A. is a witch.

The only enemy he has ever had is dead. Apparently, he had nothing to do with it.

Different people go to his parties, from ghouls to Archons.

Even though he is an Harpy, he keeps absolutely no track of favors, status or anything. And usually forgets names too.

An african Gangrel shaman is his oldest friend.

People who meet him guess he is either a Toreador, a Brujah or a Gangrel, but never a Tremere.

Many people like him but just don't know why.

One of his greatest political maneuver included an orgy, a Seneschal, three dead and a frenzy.

No one owns M.A. any favors, and he owns no favors to anyone.

M.A. divides the world into only two kinds of people: the pleasant and the unpleasant ones.

He really likes wodka, drugs and sex. Preferably, together.

One of the times he got angry, he hit his superior's desk with an axe, yelled at his face, disobeyed all his orders, said he was completely wrong and blamed him for the death of a clanmate. He was put foward in the clan that day.