Yes, I play Abrielle Nightingale.
How did you hear about Requiem?
I've been playing for a while.
What will your character’s name be?
Alessandro Giovanni Visconti
Please briefly describe the physical attributes of your character, including age, looks, height, weight, and any notable features:
Early twenties. Long wavy dark hair. Crisp winter blue eyes and thick heavy lashes. Statuesque features and sharp jawline with high cheekbones. His features are alluring and almost feminine. He is usually clean-shaven but at the end of the day can show a shadow from the finest stubble. Dresses neat and well groomed. Nails trimmed, hair brushed and silky. Most of his suits are trimmed in lace and hemmed in silk ribbon. A proper gentleman in appearance.
Briefly state your character’s intentions or motivations for entering the First Province:
Aless, being the scoundrel and playboy of the Visconti family of the First Coast. The child violin prodigy who grew up chasing cats outside the parish manor along the Red River. has now headlined one scandal too many and been cut off from "Papa", no longer living the leisure life at his father's expense. His most recent scandal forced him to leave Red River Society and seek his sister's support and shelter.
Please provide a few short paragraphs with pertinent details or notable qualities of your character’s history. This does not have to be exhaustive nor revealing of any information you wish to keep secret:
Being the sole male heir of a first family puts a lot of stress and expectations on a young gentleman. The grueling renaissance education.. fencing practice, archery, firearms, prelacy history, music, dance, languages, riding lessons, hunting and art classes. Alessandro was a child musical prodigy -- graced with abilities well beyond a seasoned musician following in the family footsteps of his eldest sister the infamous opera prima donna LA VESPERA. He composed, sang, knew how to play every string instrument even the pianoforte, but above all he favored the violin. Practicing every day without reprieve, dilettante dances, estate dinners, and fundraisers. Being the only son of the Red River Robber Baron was a tall order and his father Giovanni Andreotto Visconti aka "Papa" Visconti's shoes were definitely impossible to fill. "Gio" being the only son was a celebrated occasion. "Papa" Visconti was so proud his legacy had a future to carry on his infamous name and honor. When the time came for Alessandro Giovanni to be born his mother died in birth. It was a difficult birth as he came in breach and she bled out. Aless always thought his father resented him for this and held a silent grudge in reciprocity. The black sheep of the family, and with his beloved older sister often away touring.. early years were tough. He soon grew into a heartbreaker and known to steal kisses from young most innocent of prelacy women. It was rumored that he was a bad influence in his teen years he took up drinking and illicit drugs. He would go on binges of practicing the violin, gambling, or finding the bottom of a gin bottle. Known to test the social limits and desperate to make a name for himself, the young baron would seduce, gamble, duel, and revel from Redholme down the Red River indulging in the upper seedier social circuit with extravagant parties, and well orchestrated orgies. A notorious batchelor.
Please write a few short paragraphs of an in-character response to the following scenario:
You have finally arrived at your destination; the Rumbling Pass train-yards. Before you stand a massive outpost, looking to have been erected within the past few years, which is patrolled by numerous Legionnaires and Church Templar. The outpost guards the only viable entrance to the recently quarantined First Province; the home of Tor, the fallen capital of the Republic. Sitting at the foot of the massive mountain range that effectively contains the First Province within, the outpost is the last obstacle you must overcome before entering the quarantined territory.
You and others like you assemble outside of the palisades of the outpost, awaiting the opportunity to speak your case to the presiding Legion officiant who is processing admittance to the Province. Behind him, a passenger train, a marvel of technological advancement, sits idling on its’ tracks, dozens of persons filling its numerous passenger cars. A true rarity within the Republic, you can hardly believe your eyes (and ears) as the locomotive releases a massive plume of steam from its smokestack. You overhear many a bewildered citizen around you gossip as to how the only truly safe way into the Province is now by rail, for the Rumbling Pass’ mountains are nigh impassible and miles long, with the only safe navigable tunnels being those traveled in the safety of locomotives and rail-cars. You shudder for a moment, pondering how many forsaken souls attempted to flee the cloistered Province through the Pass’ winding, dark tunnels, hordes of Afflicted upon their heels, only to be cut down in the pitch-black darkness.
It strikes you as peculiar that so much effort has been made in securing a means of logistical supply and personnel transportation into the fallen First Province. You’ve heard rumors before of Quarantine Zones; entire Municipalities and even Territories being cut off from access due to the blight of the Torment and the over-abundance of the walking dead – but in most instances, no one is ever trying to get into to those forsaken places. Yet here, mere miles from the ruins of Tor, masses congregate in order to make their way into the First Province Quarantine Zone. If you hadn’t known any better, the entire scene – the Outpost, the mass of military personnel, the throngs of citizens and the hissing locomotive – resembles more of an evacuation rather than a one-way ticket into anarchy and lawlessness. As you make your way closer to the train-yard outpost, you can’t help but recall all of the wild and crazy stories concerning all manners of rumors about the First Province since it’s fall two years ago. Some say that the treasures awaiting the bold are beyond measure – others swear that Salvation and Ascension is guaranteed for those who would follow their Faith and help reclaim the First Coast.
Where the truth lies, you’ve no idea – you only know that you’re here, at the precipice of it all, and your destination is within reach.
You watch, somewhat defeated, as but a scant few of the hundreds that approach the outpost officiant, who stands at the outer gates of the outpost flanked by a few heavily armored Legionnaires, are actually allowed to pass through the man-door and into the outpost and train-yards proper. You see some swarthy fellows slip pieces of gold to the officiant, while others plead their cases and rationale as to why they should be allowed to enter the recently fallen territory. Some appear to provide some sort of paperwork to the officiant, flashing official looking papers from a Faction or influential Prelacy house, who promptly waves them through. While watching and eavesdropping, you manage to overhear the well-rehearsed speech the officiant provides to those whom don’t provide paperwork or grease his palm, the words monotone and nasally.
“By decree of the Venerated Church, the First Province is a mortal health hazard, and as such, is quarantined under Article Eighteen of the Republic Treatise of Health Act of 1320. Citizens who do not possess a Quarantine Visa issued by one of the recognized Factions of the Republic are considered non-essential to the reclamation of the First Province. Under Article Eighteen, non-essentials seeking entry into an official quarantine zone must petition for entry into a said zone, and state just cause for the issuing of a Quarantine Visa by the perimeter authority.”
The officiant snorts in disdain, then adds the last line to the rehearsed monologue:
“State your business and make it quick, citizen; we’ve enough bodies in there to keep us busy for years without adding yours to the pile, and those VIC are stirring up problems something fierce as of late.”
You ponder the situation for a moment, evaluating your options. It is well known that with the right connections and the right amount of coin, one can get their hands on a Quarantine Visa from any one of the major Factions or Prelacy Families of the Republic, or even a passable counterfeit from more nefarious sources. At the same time, it would appear that the officiant doesn’t appear to be above some simple bribery – although his price may be hefty. However, despite it all, you’re sure that some of those let in appeared to have made a convincing case with the officiant without resorting to subterfuge or immorality. Gathering your wits, you step forward towards the officiant and make your decision as to how to gain access to the First Province.
Stepping off the train into the boardwalk wearing a trim and fitted charcoal suit. Edged with half-inch black silk ribbon around every hem and lace peeking out from the cuff of his silk shirt. Even though he is hard to blend in this posh sex symbol is smooth and knows when and where to draw attention. After scoping out the scene of people milling about Alex chooses his target hoping he can make sparks with this one woman he sees grieving over a golden locket in black lace gloves. She was dressed in all black, perhaps a widow. She had rouge hard on full cheeks, pruned lips with fine feather cracks around the edges glossed in beeswax, carrying a well-known visa.
Sweet-talking the older merchant woman Alex was prospecting, he uses his charms to distract Maryanne the widow. Mary was a beautiful plump woman in her mid-fifties. She is survived by her husband Earl who recently passed from black lung. Mary carries on the family business and was hoping to sell her wares in the first province. The conversation went on While he was grievously flirting with the cougar, dipping into her purse as he pressed his torso against the side of her chest with a lazy embrace with invitation. with a soft and subtle bump, he squeezes her and removes the proper documents to pass to the officiant.
After making out with the older woman, he grabbed her bottom and gave a good squeeze while biting her lip softly when pulling away. "See you around curls". giving a playful tug just to watch the ginger coil curl back up. stuffing the documents into his jacket vest he turned and went down an alleyway way leaning up against the wall to forge the documents putting down his name.
Approaching the gatekeeper Alex offers the officiant a provocative stare, red lip stains on his collar. glancing away briefly while passing them the proper documents with a folded bank note under the documents hidden between his palm and the paper as a camouflaged bribe. After exchanging the filched documents and bank note for his opportunities to larger treasure and a life of leisure... he winked with a smooth smile and click of his tongue, right corner of his mouth curled up in a sly grin. with a soft whisper "Thank you." passing through and singing a song "Hey big sister, here I come. Down to play a game and have some fun!"
