Marcos Aurélio - Deceased
| Clan | Tremere |
|---|---|
| Position | Harpy |
| Status | |
| Domain | Florianópolis, SC/Brazil |
| Coterie | ??? |
| Society | {{{Society}}} |
| Path | ??? ??? |
| Player | Marcos Aurélio |
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Contents
Overview
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.
Character Information
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
Childer
Broodmates
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 new Sheriff.
"I don't like you." To a very proeminent Ventrue.
"I don't like you." To the (then) new Harpy.
"I don't like you." To the new 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 a bit interested in the Camarilla matters.
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.
