((As requested, here is a more detailed narrative of the events leading up to and including his Turning.))
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Calo had been traveling for weeks. It had been raining for days, and he was soaked to the bone. He came upon an inn in the middle of nowhere. But needing warmth and food as much as he did, he didn't question it.
Once inside, the huge woman he took to be the innkeeper fed him, sat him by the fire, and buffeted him with questions. He answered what he could and what he was willing to share.
Some time later, when he'd finally stopped shivering, a woman came into the inn. She was short, thin, and dressed in dark violet velvet. Her hair was the color of summer sunshine, and her skin was as pale as warm cream. Her dark eyes scanned the room and when they fell on Calo, he felt as though a house fell on his chest. She looked so exotic in this land where the girls had skin of darkened olive and hair as black as midnight.
She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her dark green eyes held him frozen. In her gaze, Calo could see years of wisdom and compassion. He felt open and exposed under her eyes, but he found himself yearning for her approval. Never in his life had Calo felt such a strong urge to succumb to another person.
She was introduced to Calo, and amazingly seemed to be interested in him. She sat down with him, sending everyone else away with a sharp glance. They were left alone in the corner of the inn.
They talked - well, she talked mostly - for a long time. Calo fell deeper and deeper in love with the woman, who'd named herself Lady Abigayle Hautington, with every word that drifted past her perfect red lips. The entire evening seemed to pass in a haze. Eventually Calo managed to break out of his shell-shock. They had much in common, and before long, were touching - innocently at first, but growing more amorous as the evening lengthened.
Calo felt his body pulled by her. He wanted to touch her more and more, to soak himself in her.
"It's getting awfully late," she said when the inn was nearly empty. "Would you care to escort a Lady up to her room?" Her smile was coquettish and suggestive. Hoping beyond his dreams for something more, Calo agreed.
All evening Abigayle had been the perfect Lady. But when the door of her room opened, she shoved Calo into the small room with a surprisingly strong hand on his back. He stumbled and crashed into the bed as she shut the door behind her. A sharp click and the door was locked. She was on him in an instant. Calo's first thought was to protect himself, that she was attacking him. But when he realized her hands were at the lacings of his pants, he snapped out of his shock. The rest of their clothes followed, and the rainy night was filled with rough, passionate sex.
After a few hours of sleep they awoke, entangled in each other's body, to a bright, sunny day. They made love once more before rising. They dressed and went down to the common room to eat. During the meal, Abigayle invited Calo to come live at her home. It was a huge estate, and often got unbearably lonely.
Under other circumstances, Calo would have been wary. He'd only met her the night before and knew only a little about her. But he was lovestruck and had nowhere else to go. So after thinking for a brief moment, he agreed.
Calo spent the next few years serving as the Lady Hautington’s consort. She gave him everything he ever wanted. She gave him the best foods, the best clothes – even the best women when she was called away on business. He often found himself yearning for more, for things gold could not buy. But whenever she took him into her arms, his wanderlust melted away.
One night as they lay in bed, basking in the warmth of satisfying sex, Calo commented that he wished he could have this forever.
“You can,” Abigayle said, beginning to kiss his smooth chest.
“I wish it were so,” he replied, running his fingers through her golden hair. “But we will grow old and the passion will desert us.”
“I can make it so it won’t.” When she looked up at him, he saw something in her eyes that he hadn’t seen before. A bottomless well of power and strength was in her gaze, and it frightened him. “You don’t know what I am, my lover. I have left hints and suggestions over the years, but you’ve never pieced them together, have you?” Her slender hand reached down and he grew hard from her slow strokes. She rose up and straddled him, leaning forward on her free hand. Her heavy breasts hung beneath her, the tightened nipples almost grazing his chest.
“I… I don’t know… what you…” Calo’s breathing was growing ragged, and he found it hard to concentrate.
“I can give you the ability to have this forever, my Calo.” She rose and took his thick length into her. “Is this what you want?” she asked, slowly moving her hips. “Do you want to have this forever?”
“Yes!” The word passed his lips before he knew what he was saying. The sensations were overwhelming. With a devious grin, she leaned forward and brought her lips down on the base of his neck. He felt sharp teeth graze the soft skin and an instant later an orgasm slammed into his body. He felt her teeth prick his neck, and everything was lost in a maelstrom of pleasure and pain. Colors swirled in his mind and he felt a door open somewhere behind him. Then blackness claimed him.
When next he woke, Calo felt… bigger. Not physically, but mentally somehow. He didn’t know what happened to him, what Abigayle had done to him. Something about living forever, was it? Before he could think more about it, a servant girl came into the room bearing a tray of food. It smelled delicious. But there was an odor underneath that was calling to him even more strongly. Something metallic… almost like blood.
After the girl set the tray down, she stepped over to the bed and pulled the sheets down that were covering Calo to his chest. He was naked underneath. The girl informed him that the Lady was away for the day and that she was to pleasure him as soon as he awoke. Calo grew hard in her mouth and found that insidious smell growing stronger and more appealling. When he was ready, the girl climbed onto the bed, lifted her skirts, and sheathed Calo’s erection in her body. She rode him, whimpering with every stroke of his large member. When he looked up at her, he saw a small cut on her bare collarbone. A fierce hunger slammed into him at the sight of the crimson blood. He was taken aback by this desire, but could not deny the need.
Pullling the girl down, he closed his lips around the small cut. The taste was euphoric. It filled his mouth, making him want more. Swept up by the passionate hunger he found within himself, his thrusts into the girl grew stronger.
“Oh yes! I am yours!” she screamed as Calo began to gently suck the trickle of blood at her neck. “Take me!”
Calo tried to fight this strange new urge within him, but could not. He bit into the girl’s soft next and the flood of blood overwhelmed him. They both screamed in blissful climax. He kept drinking and drinking, trying to satisfy his hunger. Eventually the craving subsided and when he released the girl, she was pale and unconscious. She was still alive, but badly exhausted. He called for a medic.
When Abigayle returned, she was pleased to learn that he had fed successfully for the first time. She explained what she’d done to him and why. She wanted to be with him forever just as much as he. This way they could. Eventually Calo accepted his new undeath, although he was still not used to it. That would take many years.
They settled back into more or less the same routine as before. They made love at least once every night, and often during the day. They fed and hunted together, enjoying the game.
Then one day, Abigayle was gone. They’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms the night before, but when Calo woke the next morning, she was gone. This was not the first time, however none of the servants knew where she was. That was strange. Was she abducted? Did she go out for an early morning ride and fall off her horse? A thousand possibilites went through his mind, but none of them made sense. She was just gone. The idea that she left of her own volition occured to him, but he refused to believe that she would leave him. He went looking for her, searching every where he knew of that she could be. He searched for weeks, finally deciding to leave the estate in order to quiet the memories of her.
He was on the road again, taken by wanderlust. Abigayle had given him full access to her virtually unlimited bank accounts, so he would never want for money. But his Love was gone.
He still searches for her to this day.
Calo Antonio Milazo - clanless
Basic Information
Birth Name
Calo Antonio Milazo
Aliases
Christopher Miller, Antonio Rodriguez, T.K. Malakian, Drev, The Infinite, a dozen more he can’t remember.
Place of Birth
Palermo, Sicily, Italy
Age (real and apparent)
Real - 767 (born 1238 AD - Adolescent)
Apparent - mid 20s
Male/Female
Male
Current Occupation
Between jobs: until recently, he used to be the lead vocalist for a popular heavy metal band. Now he’s taking some time off, contemplating a solo career.
Past Occupation (If different from above)
Born to rich nobles, he never had the need to hold a traditional job. Even to this day he’s never had to worry about money. He has been involved in various crime families and organizations throughout his long life, but more for entertainment than financial need. Only recently (~20 years ago) he got into the music industry.
Appearance
Hair Color
Dark Brown, Black
Length and Style
Finger-thick dreadlocks that hang just past his shoulderblades when unbound. Usually he wears them in a ponytail with a bandana that rests just above his eyebrows
Eye Color
very, very light blue; very haunting in contrast to his dark skin and hair. He usually wears dark, stylish sunglasses to hide his eyes.
Skin Color
sun-darkened olive
Height
5’-8”
Weight
180lbs.
Nationality
Sicilian (He gets mad if you call him Italian)
Race (I.E. Vampire, human etc.)
Vampire
Body Type
lean but muscular; not bulky. His face is exotic and handsome with angular features.
Personal Questions
1. Describe your character's personality
Calo is quiet but well spoken. He can be courteous and polite, but is quick to anger. He usually keeps to himself, usually preferring to be the quiet observer. But if his interest is piqued, he can be very enthusiastic and passionate. He’s very open-minded, willing to try anything once. He enjoys women, almost to a fault, and not solely for sex. He’s been known to take a girl into his tour bus after a concert and engage her in a deep philosophical conversation on topics like Religion, Politics, ‘are we alone in the universe’, etc. He can also be rather romantic when he wants to be. He usually lets the woman approach him – and rarely has to wait long before his exotic good looks draw the attention of one.
2. Describe how your character would appear to a stranger (I.E. typical dress, way they carry themselves etc.)
Usually in public he wears old jeans and a t-shirt. But mostly the setting dictates his wardrobe; he feels just as comfortable in a $5,000 suit as he does in a torn pair of Levi’s. He’s usually clean-shaven, but will sometimes grow a goatee or soul-patch or other minor bit of facial hair. He has four piercings: a labret in which he usually wears a short spike, his septum through which he usually wears a captive-bead hoop or short tusks, and both of his nipples through which are circular barbells. He carries himself with a graceful, confident stride. He still has a trace of Sicilian accent that he can’t seem to get rid of, and comes out more when he’s angry, impassioned, etc.
3.What does your character like?
Women – ‘boobs, butt, and brains’ are the Holy Trinity.
Home-cooked Italian food.
Wine.
A little toke of the mary-jane, but nothing harder.
Heavy metal music – the louder and faster the better. Also likes Industrial, some techno.
The feel of his twin katana swords in his hands.
A good novel (H.P. Lovecraft is his favorite author).
Fantasy/sci-fi movies, as well as vampire movies – he thinks most vamp flicks are quite funny.
Samurai and bushido.
People Watching; how they interact, how they act when they think they're alone, etc. Sometimes, he'll do something completely unexpected just to see how people will react.
4. Dislike?
Ignorance.
Fast food.
Megalomaniacs.
Politics and politicians.
Pop and Country music.
Doesn’t care much for pain, dom/sub, humiliation, etc. in his sex.
6. What are your fears?
His greatest fear is going blind. He’s not exactly afraid of bugs (just about anything with more than four legs, but spiders and centipedes in particular), but they make him very uneasy. He also will not allow himself to be bound or tied down in any circumstances.
7. What are your character's strengths and weaknesses?
He’s deadly with his swords; a powerful ally in a fight. His singing voice is beautifully haunting and melodic, but he can also growl with the best of his death-metal counterparts without it sounding forced. He is fiercely proud of his heritage, and when combined with his short temper, can lead to heated arguments and unnecessary confrontations. He’s also been known to wear his heart on his sleeve, so to speak. And when fighting for a cause he deeply believes in, sometimes becomes controlled by his heart rather than his brain.
Hobbies & Skills
Reading, people-watching, sword practice, writing music, going to the movies, women.
Abilities
Agility, Telekinesis, Blending
Flaws
Haunted by those he’s killed, Bad temper
Quirks and Habits worthy of mention
He chews on things a lot – pen caps, guitar picks, fingernails, various parts of the female body... but never gum.
Personal History (Please be detailed, this creates your basis for your character)
Calo was born to a young couple in 1238 AD. His parents had been married for political reasons, so there wasn’t exactly an abundance of love in their household. They spent more time at court than raising their son, who turned out to be scrawny, shy, and disobedient. All attempts at teaching him court etiquette failed. Showing very little hope of rising to shoulder the responsibilities of their House, Calo was swept aside. He was essentially forced to raise himself. As a result, he quickly became self-sufficient.
When Calo was seven years old, a brother was born. Eventually, Calo’s brother turned out to be exactly what their parents had wanted in the first place; strong, handsome, and a born leader. Calo was thrilled for him. But of course, Calo was the rightful heir as long as he was alive.
The day after his fifteenth birthday, there was going to be a ceremony to name him the official heir to the Seat of House Milazo. The night before the ceremony, he did everyone a favor and ran away.
When Calo didn’t show up for the ceremony the next day, his parents sent out a token search party. After searching for about an hour, they didn’t find him and the memory of their firstborn son faded from their minds almost as quickly as he disappeared.
Before Calo disappeared, he’d made a withdrawal from their family account. While it didn’t seem like a large amount (and probably wouldn’t be missed) it would be more than enough to sustain him; especially since he didn’t have expensive tastes.
To make a long story not quite so long, Calo met a woman during his wanderings. The Lady Abigayle Hautington took him in, promised him everything he could ever need, safety, comfort, etc. Normally, Calo would have declined since he was more than able to take care of himself. But this woman was incredibly beautiful; he fell in love with her at first sight. They became lovers and she eventually Turned him when he was about 25 years old.
A few months later, she disappeared. Calo went off on his own then, still grappling with the transition into undeath.
Over the years, he wandered from town to town, making his way to mainland Italy and the rest of Europe. He returned to his home town every once in a while, feeling a pull in his heart. He knew no one there, but he allure of the land was too hard to resist.
He dabbled off-and-on in organized crime over the centuries. He never rose above the rank of ‘capo’ (captain) and always managed to slip into the cracks whenever the shit hit the fan.
The bit of money Calo had taken from his parents when he left had been more than enough for him to get by. When he met Lady Hautington, she gave him unlimited access to her bank accounts all over the world, no questions asked. He still has that access, though he no longer needs it. He made more than enough money in organized crime than he could every possibly need.
He kept a fairly low profile over the years, pulling up roots and relocating every 20 years or so. He’s lived in almost every country in Europe, as well as the United States, some South American countries, Japan, and China. In almost every nation, he’s picked up a little bit of their culture. Most of it has been forgotten, but still strong in his mind is the 70 or so years (not in succession) he spent in Japan before its industrialization. It is there he learned bushido, the strict code of honor that the Samurai live by. He spent many years learning the way of the Samurai and their sword, the katana, under three masters, eventually becoming a grandmaster himself. Even to this day he practices religiously and is still in top form with the katana.
About twenty years ago, he moved back to the United States, bringing with him a love for a band called Black Sabbath, whom he’d heard in England where he’d lived previously. Mostly through his ties with the underworld crime families, Calo began dabbling in the music industry.
Then in 1988, his life changed again.
He got hold of a demo record called “Make Them Die Slowly” by a new band named “White Zombie”. He had fallen in love for the second (third time if you count bushido.)
Mostly as a hobby, Calo put together a little band. At first, they just got together to play in the drummer’s garage, with the occasional nightclub gig thrown in, playing under the name Starface in honor of the White Zombie song. Mostly they played covers of White Zombie songs (who had, by then, released their debut album La Sexorcisto) but also played covers of Black Sabbath, Pantera, Danzig, Metallica, etc. They’re shows always drew good crowds. After a couple years, they began writing their own songs. They’d been growing a strong following throughout southern California. They had real intentions of signing a record contract, but when they landed a dream gig at CBGB’s in New York, there was a representative of the Geffen label at the show. A couple months later, in early 1993, Starface was signed to the same label White Zombie was on.
Starface’s first (self-titled) album included a cover of White Zombie’s Welcome to Planet Motherfucker as well as 12 songs they’d written. The cover song hit radio stations first and was a huge hit. Critics were skeptical, it being a cover song and all, but when their second and third releases – which were original songs – the radio stations gobbled them up. Most doubts about the band’s talent were assuaged, and they were on their way.
I forgot to mention; Calo was the singer of this little band, which by today’s standards, might be described as a mix between System of a Down, Mudvayne, and a rabid rhinoceros. On stage, he went by ‘The Infinite’. Backstage, he went by Drev. His voice was amazingly, hauntingly beautiful and melodic, but he could also growl with the best of his death-metal counterparts, without it sounding forced.
The band released four albums, each selling over 3 million copies. They were a strong, solid voice in the heavy metal world, having toured with the likes of Rob Zombie, Ozzy Osbourne, Disturbed, and Pantera among many others.
Then, about four months ago, the band decided to call it quits. It was a mutual decision on all parts. The band had accomplished more than any of them had imagined, and didn’t want this dream decline into nothingness, the way so many others had. So, the ended it while they were still on top, and still strong in the hearts of their fans. Unbeknownst to his band mates, however, the biggest reason Calo wanted to stop the band was because he was growing more and more uncomfortable with the attention.
So this is where we find Calo now. He’s just moved to Nachton; a nice little condo he paid for in full with a cashier’s check. He’s laying low, letting himself slip under the radar again.
Odd Questions(To help define your character)
1. A stranger at a bar offers your character a drink, what is a typical response?
Nod his thanks and continue what he was doing. If the person comes over, he’ll handle the situation as it unfolds.
2. Your character finds a lost child alone on the streets. What do they do?
Make sure the next passer-by does something about it.
3. A barfight erupts in the nightclub your character is in, what do they do?
He’d mind his own business. But if he got involved somehow, he would fight as if it were his own pride on the line.
4.What animal does your character most identify with?
Badger maybe? He’s normally quiet, wanting to remain undisturbed, but can be vicious and relentless when perturbed.
OOC Info:
Player name (online is fine) - I usually go by Drevlaj
Other Characters you play - Veronica Miller
How you came to SA (Other board, friend, etc) - Meegan sent me =)
Milazo
19 years ago