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Mythos Vistani

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About Mythos Vistani

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    Fresh Faced

CHARACTER PROFILE

  • GENDER
    Male
  • PLAY-BY
    Steve Vai
  • SEXUAL ORIENTATION
    Heterosexual
  • RACE
    Sheut
  • JOB
    Arms Dealer and black-marketeer/ money launderer
  • 'SHIP:
    none
  • LOCATION
    Brooklyn, New York
  • FACTION
    Bakkhos
  • SOCIAL AFFILIATIONS/RELATIONSHIPS
    Mythos has being doing business with the Bakkhos for years. Though not officially part of the organization, he is a trusted partner and ally to them. His affiliations are spread far and wide across the U.S. and into Eastern Europe.

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  • All My Characters
    Mythos Vistani and Brett Sommers
  • Role Play Sample
    The light was fading from the sky as the Gypsy, Mythos, walked through the lobby of  theatre he had called home for  years now. It's garish colors and ostentatious décor we a reflection of it's owners own decadent lifestyle. A set of double doors greeted him when he reached the far end of the spacious lobby. They had been “removed” from an abandoned building several blocks away and lovingly restored and painted by an elven artist that had thought the theatre abandoned and was looking for a place to sleep off a hard night of drinking. That notion quickly evaporated when the frail man came face to face with two huge English Bull Mastiffs, Brutus and Caesar. The twin guardians of the theatre were soon joined by their master, in the guise of Marius Nightshade. If the poor elf  had nearly had a heart attack when he saw the dogs the presence of Marius would have surely sent the man over the edge.
    Normally Mythos would have killed the intruder without a thought, but this Elf  made him pause for some reason. Mythos knew the frail folk were known for their attention to detail and artisans of the highest caliber. The edge of the Ravnos' mouth twitched as he formulated a plan. A plan that would bring his visions into reality, and this wayward intruder was just the person to do it. Even if it was against his will.
    Stumbling through an overly elaborate apology, the elf,  promised to leave immediately and never return. Marius though, had other intentions. Guiding the elf into the lobby, Marius, talked about looking for skilled labor to refurbish the some of the more rundown parts of the theatre. Since the plague and other mini cataclysms of this Cain forsaken rock had taken it's toll on the beautiful interior of the palace theatre. The small frail elf  was awestruck when he entered the lobby, and listened intently to the owner's vision for the restoration.  When Marius finished the elf spoke with growing interest and enthusiasm about how he was an artist and would love a chance to help Marius reclaim the grandeur of Acacia's only place of culture. 

    That night was six months ago and the elf had held true to his word, bringing hastily sketched plans and half formed thoughts into reality right before the Baro's eyes. The whole place gave him the feel of a speakeasy from the time of the prohibition on earth. Dark woods dominated much of the landscape along with small candles placed on each table,and some added flare here and there. Like a raised area in the corner that would soon have a piano and a microphone for patrons to sing. Yes, his Elysium was coming along nicely. Elysium, the thought made the Methuselah almost laugh out loud. How many of his fellow Kindred were left? A dozen, maybe. Maybe less because of the plague. 
     
    Mythos moved from the interior of the lounge back into the lobby of the theatre and sat on one of the refurbished settees. Absently he reached under his shirt and pulled out the small vial that hung from his neck. The tiny crystalline vial contained blood. Kindred blood, from Nila to be precise. Nila Faulcon, his oldest and closest friend had given it to him centuries ago as a present. He in return had given her a vial of his precious vitae as well. Holding the vial in his hand he closed his silvery blue eyes and thought of her. Wondering if she could feel him wondering about her. 
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