Post by Tyrrhenus on Dec 8, 2011 16:13:14 GMT -5
Name: Tyrrhenus (Real Name: Alex Samuel Castrogiovanni)
Age: 24
Mage
Focus: Elaborate Silver Key kept around his neck
Sex: Male
Height: 6"4
Weight: 185
Cult of Ecstasy
Appearance: Tall, stocky, medium black hair, slight goatee, pale skin, bright green eyes, dresses in loose suits with tall top hats
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Personality: Tyrrhenus is immensely arrogant and egotistical. He believes his wealth and magic make him invulnerable, and thinks that his allies give him the variety of abilities to overwhelm threats.
He is exceptionally secretive and manipulative- partly because he finds it necessary, and partly because he enjoys it immensely. He is conniving, and tries to leverage every advantage he can get. When possible, he prefers to avoid combat and instead tries to bribe people and make deals. When possible, he tries to recruit people into his service.
Despite this, he is hedonistic and a sensation junkie at heart and enjoys partying more than he does managing. He still does his work due to his desire for wealth and power, and he does enjoy the work, but he constantly has to force himself to work.
Still, he is not without flaws. He is a heavy drinker, and is rarely completely sober. He also has some problems with his magical aura. His very presence inspires anarchy and chaos, which can lead to wild parties or riots, and his mind magic makes nearby people (which can include himself, the target and/or anyone else nearby) experience hallucinations (Echoes and Weirdness, respectively). He has an obsession with counting ceiling tiles severe enough to where he never has ceiling tiles in any place he lives or work. Additionally, he is curious to the point of getting into trouble and overconfident- though not so much that he can’t tell when to not ask any more questions, and he often uses intermediaries to gather information.
Tyrrhenus has a great love for ancient cultures, especially the Etruscans. He seeks to emulate their magics and use them when possible.
Biography:
Alex had never particularly been close to his family. They were mostly fundamentalists who never managed to do well in life. He was always a little bit different- he was a little too free spirited and they were just a bit too harsh, probably due to their lack of money- well, all except that one uncle of his, Paulo. Insane, eccentric, rich- he was different from the entire family. The entire rest of the family though he was insane. Still they tried to stay friendly to him for the money. Still, he never favored them as much as he did Alex- he had a rapport with him. So when he finally died, he passed on his wealth entirely to Alex- but he also passed on some books. These books spoke of meditation techniques- techniques that could open up a whole world of enlightenment, if one had a certain predisposition.
And in these books he found the future. The techniques he learned led him to his Awakening. He now had magic, wealth and some very angry family members who had spent years trying to get their hands on Paulo’s fortune. It was time to skip town- he
needed somewhere a bit more exciting.
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Huh… I’m actually bleeding… strange…
Tyrrhenus swayed dangerously as he stumbled along. He had not expected his attempt to gain a bodyguard to go so awry. He had just asked the huge aboriginal man to work for him- he had even offered to pay him handsomely.
The man had come to him looking for money- he was some thug looking for a quick buck. When Tyrrhenus made him a counter offer, the man went berserk and turned into what looked like a cross between a tyrannosaurus and a dragon. He had expected that this might happen, but he had not expected to have such a hard time beating him. Still, after a struggle he had managed to win. What’s more, he had won in plain sight- he had drawn some attention to himself, for better or for worse.
But losing a potential ally of that strength was a blow, and he was unlikely to come back and ask for a job. He could only hope that the respect he had earned would be worth it.
He had certainly not expected to fight anyone on his first day here, much less someone that powerful. Tyrrhenus decided he would like to try to avoid this from now on.
What I need is power- power enough to convince people not to mess with me, and to allow me to live comfortably. But where would I get that kind of power…?
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Tyrrhenus rubbed his face in exhaustion. He would prefer to be down in the crowd enjoying the party. However, he realized that he had set himself up for this kind of work. If he wanted to have his own club, he would have to do some work.
Creating the club had been the easy part. He had expected a lot of difficulty with the actual construction, but it had gone fairly well. He had found a secluded, out of the way area in an old but still somewhat occupied building- quiet enough to go unnoticed, but still occupied by some small shops who were quite stable meaning to probably would not be torn down any time soon. He had then compacted the material in the wall and used it to create the actual club by transforming the compacted rock into furniture, glasses, drinks, drugs, etc. It had been surprisingly easy to manipulate the wiring and plumbing to be able to support the club, and he had even found a way to create several hidden doors into the area. By the time he opened his doors, he had created an impressive club complete with a massive collection of drugs and alcohol. Even the name had been simple- he deemed it “Mammon’s Paradise” after the suggestion of a demon in Paradise Lost to make a Heaven in Hell. And when he opened up his doors for the first time, the place had been open for less than a day before people began to flood in.
It turned out to be a good idea that he made the club for supernatural beings and those who knew about them. At first, many people had been enraged by the thought of their comrades sitting with their enemies, and some even called for the club to be torn down. However, many people enjoyed having a place where they could relax and meeting new people without worrying about their superiors or the public. Oddly enough, though, the biggest supporters of the club were the various leaders of the city. Part of this came from the fact that the club was a hot bed for information and espionage, but another part of it was that they found it beneficial to have a middle ground. For weeks, the entire area had been in a state of unrest between the various supernatural factions, and war seemed imminent. This was not the first time, either- wars between the groups happened frequently. In fact, they had only months before concluded a particularly bloody, costly and indecisive war that had done nothing but weaken everyone. Having a place like “Mammon’s Paradise” allowed for a safe middle ground and a place to meet and discuss things with other factions. While many leaders still did not approve of the mixing of various groups, they were willing to tolerate it instead of engage in another costly war, especially when they were so weak. Besides- using peace talks as a cover allowed them to engage in all kinds of politics with various other groups.
During this process, he had met up with an odd Incan mummy by the name of Vicaquirao who loved to mix chemicals. While he preferred to mix elixirs and other such chemicals, he also had a certain love for mixing alcohol, and he knew enough to be a bartender. What’s more, the two of them got along very well- they both wanted to make a profit and both loved to mix drinks and they both had powers over matter. They actually became friends, and, given Vicaquirao’s skills, Tyrrhenus had offered him a position as his chief bartender.
He also met up with Warrigal, the younger brother of the Mokole he had originally fought when he had first arrived. He was strong, but he was hated by his brother and his friends as well as his enemies. He needed help and was willing to turn to anyone, especially one who had beaten up his brutal brother. Tyrrhenus offered him help, which he gladly accepted.
Still, problems had cropped up. For one thing, there were the moochers- people who simply would not pay their debts. He had them thrown out, but it still was aggravating to deal with people slipping in and taking his materials without compensating him. Then there was the competition- not any actual clubs, but plenty of individual drug dealers and alcohol salesmen working out of their rooms or off of street corners. He still had the advantage- being in a club often was more appealing than drinking or toking alone. However, he found that he often had to pander to the crowds and put on shows and special events- good for attracting people, but often very expensive. Then there were the employees. Tyrrhenus had initially staffed the place on his own with the help of his matter magic, but when he began to expand the clubs and increase his hours he had taken on a few people to help him run the place. He was often amazed at how whiny they were- he could hardly go a day without having someone complain to him. Of course, he tried to be reasonable and meet them halfway, but this only seemed to encourage them.
Then there were the fights. Warrigal’s brother had some friends with long memories and short tempers, and had come calling more than once. Plus, the nature of Tyrrhenus’ power made it so that chaos tended to follow him around. On top of all of this, many rivalries (such as Garou versus Vampires) often were hard to ignore. While the people who came to his bar were generally willing to be less aggressive, fights still happened every so often. Even with Warrigal and a few other bouncers, it could be hard to keep things from spiraling into an all-out war sometimes.
It had its’ benefits, of course- he had earned a lot of money and power, and he had found drugs, whores, gambling and alcohol to be very addictive. People respected him and tried to get close to him, and he was easily one of the richest people in the area. He fed peoples desires and addictions, but he also fed the flames to keep them coming back with fewer and fewer inhibitions.
Still, that was no help when dealing with work.
It was no good- he was too tired to get any work done tonight. Why did I ever think this was a good idea?
His thoughts were interrupted by a rap on the door, followed by it being opened by three beautiful chorus girls holding champagne- a redhead, a blonde and a brunette. “We heard you were feeling down, boss,” said the young redhead. “We came to see if there was anything we could do to help.” Oh, right…
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(Summary: Fundamentalist family, rich uncle left him a fortune, moved to the city, made a bar, bordello, casino and club for supernatural beings and mortals who knew of them called “Mammon’s Paradise,” allied himself with a Mokole and an Incan Mummy.)
Age: 24
Mage
Focus: Elaborate Silver Key kept around his neck
Sex: Male
Height: 6"4
Weight: 185
Cult of Ecstasy
Appearance: Tall, stocky, medium black hair, slight goatee, pale skin, bright green eyes, dresses in loose suits with tall top hats
Personality: Tyrrhenus is immensely arrogant and egotistical. He believes his wealth and magic make him invulnerable, and thinks that his allies give him the variety of abilities to overwhelm threats.
He is exceptionally secretive and manipulative- partly because he finds it necessary, and partly because he enjoys it immensely. He is conniving, and tries to leverage every advantage he can get. When possible, he prefers to avoid combat and instead tries to bribe people and make deals. When possible, he tries to recruit people into his service.
Despite this, he is hedonistic and a sensation junkie at heart and enjoys partying more than he does managing. He still does his work due to his desire for wealth and power, and he does enjoy the work, but he constantly has to force himself to work.
Still, he is not without flaws. He is a heavy drinker, and is rarely completely sober. He also has some problems with his magical aura. His very presence inspires anarchy and chaos, which can lead to wild parties or riots, and his mind magic makes nearby people (which can include himself, the target and/or anyone else nearby) experience hallucinations (Echoes and Weirdness, respectively). He has an obsession with counting ceiling tiles severe enough to where he never has ceiling tiles in any place he lives or work. Additionally, he is curious to the point of getting into trouble and overconfident- though not so much that he can’t tell when to not ask any more questions, and he often uses intermediaries to gather information.
Tyrrhenus has a great love for ancient cultures, especially the Etruscans. He seeks to emulate their magics and use them when possible.
Biography:
Alex had never particularly been close to his family. They were mostly fundamentalists who never managed to do well in life. He was always a little bit different- he was a little too free spirited and they were just a bit too harsh, probably due to their lack of money- well, all except that one uncle of his, Paulo. Insane, eccentric, rich- he was different from the entire family. The entire rest of the family though he was insane. Still they tried to stay friendly to him for the money. Still, he never favored them as much as he did Alex- he had a rapport with him. So when he finally died, he passed on his wealth entirely to Alex- but he also passed on some books. These books spoke of meditation techniques- techniques that could open up a whole world of enlightenment, if one had a certain predisposition.
And in these books he found the future. The techniques he learned led him to his Awakening. He now had magic, wealth and some very angry family members who had spent years trying to get their hands on Paulo’s fortune. It was time to skip town- he
needed somewhere a bit more exciting.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Huh… I’m actually bleeding… strange…
Tyrrhenus swayed dangerously as he stumbled along. He had not expected his attempt to gain a bodyguard to go so awry. He had just asked the huge aboriginal man to work for him- he had even offered to pay him handsomely.
The man had come to him looking for money- he was some thug looking for a quick buck. When Tyrrhenus made him a counter offer, the man went berserk and turned into what looked like a cross between a tyrannosaurus and a dragon. He had expected that this might happen, but he had not expected to have such a hard time beating him. Still, after a struggle he had managed to win. What’s more, he had won in plain sight- he had drawn some attention to himself, for better or for worse.
But losing a potential ally of that strength was a blow, and he was unlikely to come back and ask for a job. He could only hope that the respect he had earned would be worth it.
He had certainly not expected to fight anyone on his first day here, much less someone that powerful. Tyrrhenus decided he would like to try to avoid this from now on.
What I need is power- power enough to convince people not to mess with me, and to allow me to live comfortably. But where would I get that kind of power…?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tyrrhenus rubbed his face in exhaustion. He would prefer to be down in the crowd enjoying the party. However, he realized that he had set himself up for this kind of work. If he wanted to have his own club, he would have to do some work.
Creating the club had been the easy part. He had expected a lot of difficulty with the actual construction, but it had gone fairly well. He had found a secluded, out of the way area in an old but still somewhat occupied building- quiet enough to go unnoticed, but still occupied by some small shops who were quite stable meaning to probably would not be torn down any time soon. He had then compacted the material in the wall and used it to create the actual club by transforming the compacted rock into furniture, glasses, drinks, drugs, etc. It had been surprisingly easy to manipulate the wiring and plumbing to be able to support the club, and he had even found a way to create several hidden doors into the area. By the time he opened his doors, he had created an impressive club complete with a massive collection of drugs and alcohol. Even the name had been simple- he deemed it “Mammon’s Paradise” after the suggestion of a demon in Paradise Lost to make a Heaven in Hell. And when he opened up his doors for the first time, the place had been open for less than a day before people began to flood in.
It turned out to be a good idea that he made the club for supernatural beings and those who knew about them. At first, many people had been enraged by the thought of their comrades sitting with their enemies, and some even called for the club to be torn down. However, many people enjoyed having a place where they could relax and meeting new people without worrying about their superiors or the public. Oddly enough, though, the biggest supporters of the club were the various leaders of the city. Part of this came from the fact that the club was a hot bed for information and espionage, but another part of it was that they found it beneficial to have a middle ground. For weeks, the entire area had been in a state of unrest between the various supernatural factions, and war seemed imminent. This was not the first time, either- wars between the groups happened frequently. In fact, they had only months before concluded a particularly bloody, costly and indecisive war that had done nothing but weaken everyone. Having a place like “Mammon’s Paradise” allowed for a safe middle ground and a place to meet and discuss things with other factions. While many leaders still did not approve of the mixing of various groups, they were willing to tolerate it instead of engage in another costly war, especially when they were so weak. Besides- using peace talks as a cover allowed them to engage in all kinds of politics with various other groups.
During this process, he had met up with an odd Incan mummy by the name of Vicaquirao who loved to mix chemicals. While he preferred to mix elixirs and other such chemicals, he also had a certain love for mixing alcohol, and he knew enough to be a bartender. What’s more, the two of them got along very well- they both wanted to make a profit and both loved to mix drinks and they both had powers over matter. They actually became friends, and, given Vicaquirao’s skills, Tyrrhenus had offered him a position as his chief bartender.
He also met up with Warrigal, the younger brother of the Mokole he had originally fought when he had first arrived. He was strong, but he was hated by his brother and his friends as well as his enemies. He needed help and was willing to turn to anyone, especially one who had beaten up his brutal brother. Tyrrhenus offered him help, which he gladly accepted.
Still, problems had cropped up. For one thing, there were the moochers- people who simply would not pay their debts. He had them thrown out, but it still was aggravating to deal with people slipping in and taking his materials without compensating him. Then there was the competition- not any actual clubs, but plenty of individual drug dealers and alcohol salesmen working out of their rooms or off of street corners. He still had the advantage- being in a club often was more appealing than drinking or toking alone. However, he found that he often had to pander to the crowds and put on shows and special events- good for attracting people, but often very expensive. Then there were the employees. Tyrrhenus had initially staffed the place on his own with the help of his matter magic, but when he began to expand the clubs and increase his hours he had taken on a few people to help him run the place. He was often amazed at how whiny they were- he could hardly go a day without having someone complain to him. Of course, he tried to be reasonable and meet them halfway, but this only seemed to encourage them.
Then there were the fights. Warrigal’s brother had some friends with long memories and short tempers, and had come calling more than once. Plus, the nature of Tyrrhenus’ power made it so that chaos tended to follow him around. On top of all of this, many rivalries (such as Garou versus Vampires) often were hard to ignore. While the people who came to his bar were generally willing to be less aggressive, fights still happened every so often. Even with Warrigal and a few other bouncers, it could be hard to keep things from spiraling into an all-out war sometimes.
It had its’ benefits, of course- he had earned a lot of money and power, and he had found drugs, whores, gambling and alcohol to be very addictive. People respected him and tried to get close to him, and he was easily one of the richest people in the area. He fed peoples desires and addictions, but he also fed the flames to keep them coming back with fewer and fewer inhibitions.
Still, that was no help when dealing with work.
It was no good- he was too tired to get any work done tonight. Why did I ever think this was a good idea?
His thoughts were interrupted by a rap on the door, followed by it being opened by three beautiful chorus girls holding champagne- a redhead, a blonde and a brunette. “We heard you were feeling down, boss,” said the young redhead. “We came to see if there was anything we could do to help.” Oh, right…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(Summary: Fundamentalist family, rich uncle left him a fortune, moved to the city, made a bar, bordello, casino and club for supernatural beings and mortals who knew of them called “Mammon’s Paradise,” allied himself with a Mokole and an Incan Mummy.)
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