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ALESSANDRO FAVALLI
The country I was born in, it created me compelled / But all reason is retrospective, love, I just rebelled / Hang Heaven we can build a better war for us in Hell
QUICK FACTS
INFO
PERSONALITY
HISTORY
NOTES
MISC.
The country I was born in, it created me compelled / But all reason is retrospective, love, I just rebelled / Hang Heaven we can build a better war for us in Hell
QUICK FACTS
INFO
PERSONALITY
HISTORY
NOTES
MISC.
QUICK FACTS.
NAME: Alessandro Daniele Piero Favalli
NICKNAMES/FORMER NAMES: Born Lorenzo de' Medici, he's had many aliases over past five centuries, sometimes several at the same time. He's gone by Aleksandr Antonovich Tvardovsky during his exile, but it'll be changed back Alessandro Favalli upon his return, the name tied to the global banking and financial services company he's built.
SPECIES: Organic Vampire
OCCUPATION: Entrepreneur / Financier
BUSINESSES: Aurelius Group, Cell Roron (night club)
AGE: 566
DOB: 01 Jan 1449 / turned 1492
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Whatever catches his fancy
DATING STATUS: It's complicated.
FAMILY: House of Medici
SIRE: Titus Octavian (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
alittleunhinged)
SIBLINGS: Claudia Valeria (nacht), Victoria Proctor (pproctor)
SIRED: Westley Finch (duewest) August 2016
CLAIMING STATUS:Westley Finch | pet (duewest)
HEIGHT: 1.77m
BUILD: Medium (73kg)
HAIR: Brown
EYES: Brown
NICKNAMES/FORMER NAMES: Born Lorenzo de' Medici, he's had many aliases over past five centuries, sometimes several at the same time. He's gone by Aleksandr Antonovich Tvardovsky during his exile, but it'll be changed back Alessandro Favalli upon his return, the name tied to the global banking and financial services company he's built.
SPECIES: Organic Vampire
OCCUPATION: Entrepreneur / Financier
BUSINESSES: Aurelius Group, Cell Roron (night club)
AGE: 566
DOB: 01 Jan 1449 / turned 1492
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Whatever catches his fancy
DATING STATUS: It's complicated.
FAMILY: House of Medici
SIRE: Titus Octavian (
alittleunhinged)SIBLINGS: Claudia Valeria (
nacht), Victoria Proctor (pproctor)SIRED: Westley Finch (
duewest) August 2016CLAIMING STATUS:
duewest)HEIGHT: 1.77m
BUILD: Medium (73kg)
HAIR: Brown
EYES: Brown
INFO.
Alessandro is known to be a former prince who's spent the past thirty-something years in exile. His reputation of a hedonistic, vapid playboy doesn't quite mesh with the fact that he's behind one of the largest banks in the world - surely he's just lending his name to that business? Surely, someone more responsible is in charge?
Aside from that not much is known about him. He doesn't advertise his origins - the Medicis are history and they ought to remain just that. His return to America gives some people cause for concern, others might be delighted to have him back since he's always been a most reliable business partner in the past. Alessandro doesn't intend to cause trouble. He's got better things to do and he's sure people have better things to do than worry about what or what not he might be up to.
Just leave him be and everyone will be happy.
Aside from that not much is known about him. He doesn't advertise his origins - the Medicis are history and they ought to remain just that. His return to America gives some people cause for concern, others might be delighted to have him back since he's always been a most reliable business partner in the past. Alessandro doesn't intend to cause trouble. He's got better things to do and he's sure people have better things to do than worry about what or what not he might be up to.
Just leave him be and everyone will be happy.
PERSONALITY.
As a mere mortal he was known to be the ruler of Florence, a diplomat, a politician, a patron of scholars, artists and poets - and a despot. As a mere mortal he has achieved everything a mere mortal could dream of. When he died, the Golden Rule of Florence died with him, and with death came freedom to do whatever he wanted without having to consider his ancestors or a legacy or what history would say about him. That chapter was finished with Lorenzo de' Medici's inhumation beside his brother in the Church of San Lorenzo. Whatever inhibitions and anxieties may have restrained him in the past were shed after he slipped through Death's icy grasp and emerged on the other side, very much alive, very much invested in exploring the world in full.
Join me, friend, lay down your burdens, and let's make a night of it. Everything will look brighter tomorrow.
On the face of it, Alessandro appears to be uncomplicated, easy-going, with a tendency towards careless hedonism and recklessness which makes him fun to be around if you take your life with a bit of spice the way he seems to enjoy his, as all his past endeavours strongly suggest. Nothing is ever serious, anything always goes. He's the friend your parents hate: the source of all sorts of bad ideas, the one to get you into trouble but escapes with barely a scratch himself. He's the boy your parents never wanted you to meet: the one with the pretty smile who'll promise you the moon, the one who finds loving and leaving you equally easy, a kiss them and leave them kind of guy.
Having always been more Greek than Roman, Alessandro is everything your young, adventurous heart can wish for. He's a dream, a fairy tale, fun to be with for a short while - and leaves a sad little pumpkin behind in the morning. If you're lucky, that's all you'll have to remember him by. If you're lucky, you won't ever see him again and are spared the vapid smile which cannot cover the indifference or the contempt he feels for being made aware of you. If you're lucky, you've been just a temporary distraction, something to take his mind off for a while.
I'm older than god and I live in your town / You shouldn't raise up what you can't put down
The vapid playboy is just a mask, one of many Alessandro carries in his repertoire, but definitely his favourite. It's easy to dismiss the mindless, careless pleasure seeker with the pretty smile, after all. It's easy to miss the monster that lurks behind it. Underneath the sleek, urbane exterior lies a sharp, calculating mind, which in this time and age, is drawn to machine-perfect surfaces, the coldest parts of technology, symmetry and asymmetry, abstract streams of flowing data, the absurdity that is human life. He goes about running his business in a quiet and brutally efficient manner, striving to satisfy his desire to improve and streamline the processes that make his world turn, the people populating it included. People don't often say no to him. Those who try will find that what they want is of little consequence. Either you hand it to him, or he will take it from you, and you'll only have yourself to blame.
Once a despot, always a despot.
He's a cold-blooded creature with little care for the damage he causes as long as he is happy. More than one existence has been wrecked by him through one small careless act. It's hard to tell sometimes what exactly motivates him to do the things he does. Perhaps it is a secret master plan the former Florentine is pursuing. Perhaps he simply felt like it at the moment. His time in Russia has made him more erratic. Even the ones close to him find it hard to predict his actions these days. Alessandro loves it, the freedom to invent and reinvent, cycling through the old to find something new, a duplicate yet different. Everyone else is debating whether or not this finally gives them the reason they need to get rid of him or if it's just another mask he's acquired.
Only time will tell.
On the face of it, Alessandro appears to be uncomplicated, easy-going, with a tendency towards careless hedonism and recklessness which makes him fun to be around if you take your life with a bit of spice the way he seems to enjoy his, as all his past endeavours strongly suggest. Nothing is ever serious, anything always goes. He's the friend your parents hate: the source of all sorts of bad ideas, the one to get you into trouble but escapes with barely a scratch himself. He's the boy your parents never wanted you to meet: the one with the pretty smile who'll promise you the moon, the one who finds loving and leaving you equally easy, a kiss them and leave them kind of guy.
Having always been more Greek than Roman, Alessandro is everything your young, adventurous heart can wish for. He's a dream, a fairy tale, fun to be with for a short while - and leaves a sad little pumpkin behind in the morning. If you're lucky, that's all you'll have to remember him by. If you're lucky, you won't ever see him again and are spared the vapid smile which cannot cover the indifference or the contempt he feels for being made aware of you. If you're lucky, you've been just a temporary distraction, something to take his mind off for a while.
Once a despot, always a despot.
He's a cold-blooded creature with little care for the damage he causes as long as he is happy. More than one existence has been wrecked by him through one small careless act. It's hard to tell sometimes what exactly motivates him to do the things he does. Perhaps it is a secret master plan the former Florentine is pursuing. Perhaps he simply felt like it at the moment. His time in Russia has made him more erratic. Even the ones close to him find it hard to predict his actions these days. Alessandro loves it, the freedom to invent and reinvent, cycling through the old to find something new, a duplicate yet different. Everyone else is debating whether or not this finally gives them the reason they need to get rid of him or if it's just another mask he's acquired.
Only time will tell.
HISTORY.
History has written a lot about Lorenzo de' Medici. His life, his achievements, his death - it's all there in the books. What no book has ever recorded is what happened afterwards, the interesting part.
Men in his position have always dreamt of breaking the boundaries of mortality, to become something larger than life, something that will reach towards eternity. The Medici was no different but he hadn't expected to achieve this particular goal in such a literal manner. The night he died - it was a rather peaceful death for someone considered a tyrant - Death was neither cloaked nor hooded. Death wore the face of a friend, Julius Valerian, and offered Lorenzo the gift of eternal life. Perhaps 'gift' wasn't quite the right word. It was not really a gift when it had to be paid in blood, was it? Still, a small price to pay, considering the alternative. He'd never been delusional enough to believe he'd go to Heaven, and he didn't fear Hell per se, but. Well, surely Hell would be a lot more uncomfortable for someone who'd been excommunicated and he wasn't particularly keen on finding out whether or not he was right.
Despite acknowledging the possibilities this new life had to offer, Lorenzo felt rather ambiguous about this kind of afterlife for quite some time, as it came with limitations, and he wasn't used to not being able to do as he pleased. Once he learnt to appreciate the perks of this new existence, he didn't hesitate taking advantage of it. After witnessing his son's shameful failure and the fucking Borgias' rise to power, he left Italy utterly disgusted and focused his attention on the rest of Europe. Together with his sire, they made a sport of reshaping the political landscape. He counselled Queen Mary I. and her sister Elizabeth. He'd had a hand in the destruction of the Spanish armada - quite a sight, that drifting wood. The Thirty Years' War was a rather educational and inspiring experience. The main lesson the Medici learnt was that time meant absolutely nothing. He spent some time with one of his descendants, Marie de' Medici - not too bright but her temperament made her quite delightful. When she couldn't stand her ground, however, he lost interest in her and left the French court to find greener pastures to explore. He travelled Eastern Europe and North Africa for decades, immersing himself in these foreign cultures, their customs, the pleasures they had to offer. By that time Lorenzo and Julius had left each other several times. Each time Lorenzo walked away or was left behind, was supposed to be the last but the thing with 'lasts' was that they became as irrelevant as time.
Imagine his lack of surprise when he set foot on London ground in the late 18th century only to learn that his sire was the Prince of the city. He couldn't recall who had left whom the last time - they'd danced to that tune so many times that nobody could blame him for losing track - and it didn't matter, either. The Medici had made his peace with the fact that he was always torn between wanting to fight, fuck and kill the bloody Roman. The excitement was what mattered. Safe, sane and consensual had never been his thing when it came to dealing with Julius so why start now. He assumed the role of adviser and it was fun until it wasn't. Considering him an unstable element, the Council kindly asked the Medici to seek entertainment elsewhere which he happily did.
Back to continental Europe he went and stayed until he'd borne witness to a World War and the collapse of the Austro-Hungarian empire. During the Golden Twenties, returning to his family's roots, Lorenzo ventured into the financial world, funding this endeavour with less than legal business ventures. The unstable situation in Europe during the 1930s drew him back to the Old World. The Grand Dame celebrated the return of this not so lost son with another World War. Such carnage, so delightful.
Flattery will get you anywhere but flattery always wears off. America welcomed him back in the 1950s and he did well for himself. Didn't give anyone reason for concern, didn't meddle in politics, behaved so well that he was made Prince of Brooklyn after the vampire coup. They really shouldn't have done that. They really should have known better. Brooklyn became the most unsafe and unsavoury of all the boroughs under the Medici's rule, especially for daywalkers. It was a difference of opinion between the Medici and a daywalker prince that led to a difference of opinion between the Medici and the Council. Back and forth they went, negotiated and negotiated until Lorenzo threw his hands in the air and said 'fuck this, I quit'. But that wasn't enough for them, was it? The little daywalker cunt had enough clout with the Council cunts to get the Medici exiled. Fine. Have it your way.
Russia was home for the past thirty-something years. There are rumours about unsavoury business but what exactly the Medici was doing over there remains largely unknown. What is known is that he's expanded his financial business, turning it into a global banking and financial services company. What is know is that nobody can tie him to the daywalker prince's death shortly after the Medici left the country. What is know is that the Medici has negotiated safe passage back to America. What is known is that the Medici remains an unstable, potentially dangerous element.
Men in his position have always dreamt of breaking the boundaries of mortality, to become something larger than life, something that will reach towards eternity. The Medici was no different but he hadn't expected to achieve this particular goal in such a literal manner. The night he died - it was a rather peaceful death for someone considered a tyrant - Death was neither cloaked nor hooded. Death wore the face of a friend, Julius Valerian, and offered Lorenzo the gift of eternal life. Perhaps 'gift' wasn't quite the right word. It was not really a gift when it had to be paid in blood, was it? Still, a small price to pay, considering the alternative. He'd never been delusional enough to believe he'd go to Heaven, and he didn't fear Hell per se, but. Well, surely Hell would be a lot more uncomfortable for someone who'd been excommunicated and he wasn't particularly keen on finding out whether or not he was right.
Despite acknowledging the possibilities this new life had to offer, Lorenzo felt rather ambiguous about this kind of afterlife for quite some time, as it came with limitations, and he wasn't used to not being able to do as he pleased. Once he learnt to appreciate the perks of this new existence, he didn't hesitate taking advantage of it. After witnessing his son's shameful failure and the fucking Borgias' rise to power, he left Italy utterly disgusted and focused his attention on the rest of Europe. Together with his sire, they made a sport of reshaping the political landscape. He counselled Queen Mary I. and her sister Elizabeth. He'd had a hand in the destruction of the Spanish armada - quite a sight, that drifting wood. The Thirty Years' War was a rather educational and inspiring experience. The main lesson the Medici learnt was that time meant absolutely nothing. He spent some time with one of his descendants, Marie de' Medici - not too bright but her temperament made her quite delightful. When she couldn't stand her ground, however, he lost interest in her and left the French court to find greener pastures to explore. He travelled Eastern Europe and North Africa for decades, immersing himself in these foreign cultures, their customs, the pleasures they had to offer. By that time Lorenzo and Julius had left each other several times. Each time Lorenzo walked away or was left behind, was supposed to be the last but the thing with 'lasts' was that they became as irrelevant as time.
Imagine his lack of surprise when he set foot on London ground in the late 18th century only to learn that his sire was the Prince of the city. He couldn't recall who had left whom the last time - they'd danced to that tune so many times that nobody could blame him for losing track - and it didn't matter, either. The Medici had made his peace with the fact that he was always torn between wanting to fight, fuck and kill the bloody Roman. The excitement was what mattered. Safe, sane and consensual had never been his thing when it came to dealing with Julius so why start now. He assumed the role of adviser and it was fun until it wasn't. Considering him an unstable element, the Council kindly asked the Medici to seek entertainment elsewhere which he happily did.
Back to continental Europe he went and stayed until he'd borne witness to a World War and the collapse of the Austro-Hungarian empire. During the Golden Twenties, returning to his family's roots, Lorenzo ventured into the financial world, funding this endeavour with less than legal business ventures. The unstable situation in Europe during the 1930s drew him back to the Old World. The Grand Dame celebrated the return of this not so lost son with another World War. Such carnage, so delightful.
Flattery will get you anywhere but flattery always wears off. America welcomed him back in the 1950s and he did well for himself. Didn't give anyone reason for concern, didn't meddle in politics, behaved so well that he was made Prince of Brooklyn after the vampire coup. They really shouldn't have done that. They really should have known better. Brooklyn became the most unsafe and unsavoury of all the boroughs under the Medici's rule, especially for daywalkers. It was a difference of opinion between the Medici and a daywalker prince that led to a difference of opinion between the Medici and the Council. Back and forth they went, negotiated and negotiated until Lorenzo threw his hands in the air and said 'fuck this, I quit'. But that wasn't enough for them, was it? The little daywalker cunt had enough clout with the Council cunts to get the Medici exiled. Fine. Have it your way.
Russia was home for the past thirty-something years. There are rumours about unsavoury business but what exactly the Medici was doing over there remains largely unknown. What is known is that he's expanded his financial business, turning it into a global banking and financial services company. What is know is that nobody can tie him to the daywalker prince's death shortly after the Medici left the country. What is know is that the Medici has negotiated safe passage back to America. What is known is that the Medici remains an unstable, potentially dangerous element.
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