Character History
Dec. 14th, 2018 07:56 pmName Meaning: Gregorio - Originally the Greek name Γρηγοριος (Gregorios), derived from γρηγορος (gregoros) meaning "watchful, alert". D’Ambrosio - Late Latin name Ambrosius, which was derived from the Greek name Αμβροσιος (Ambrosios) meaning "immortal".
Alias(es): Gregor Ambros
- He practices a form of blood and alchemy-based magic that he marries with scientific advancement and demonic magic in order to research and try to cure vampires’ weaknesses.
- In addition, he and his brother, Danilo, practice a form of shapeshifting. Both can transform into large bat-like creatures, with enhanced senses, six limbs (both wings and arms), long talons on both hands and feet, bat-like features, and long fangs.
- Like his brother, Danilo, he can read minds, though Gregorio is better at it and can sift through more than just surface thoughts.
- Like his brother, he can control minds to a degree and erase memories, even from some vampires.
- Unlike most pureblood vampires, Gregorio and Danilo can manage the indirect sunlight of windowed buildings, heavily shadowed overhangs, or well-tinted cars as long as they feed more. While Danilo uses it to play a part in the politics of his native Venice, Gregorio uses it to aid in his work at the Alberici Group.
- Danilo and Gregorio are the ones who brought the curse down upon the vampires originally and they’re the ones who accepted the demonic pact that turned them into vampires later. As such, they find it harder to be around holy items and holy ground. This includes items that other vampires have some tolerance to, such as holy water. Holy water, crosses, and other holy items can burn their skin. Holy ground makes them uncomfortable and weak. They have not shared knowledge of this weakness with other vampires, including other members of the council.
I grew disenchanted, I suppose. It wasn't a good time for the Church, just before the Great Schism between east and west. Even my native Venice didn't escape the conflicts of interest and petty bickering between Church and state. Things were not well in Venice, either. The usual political intrigue.
My brother, Danilo, was already learning black magic when I left the Church. Venice was a bustling trade center, a port city with the keys to the east. We learned so much without ever leaving Venice. Of course, we did travel, all of the original twenty-two of us did, to Constantinople in 1026. There, we were to perform a ritual to bring a demon under our power. We were prepared to learn more than any of us could imagine. What we received instead was the Bane.
Danilo and I never told anyone that it was us who summoned the demon. Us, with the help of our household servants whose throats were slit to satisfy the demon's hunger. We chose damnation over eternal suffering. Our souls, and the souls of our children, for the means to satisfy the hunger and grow strong again. The demon gave all of us some of his own strength. Our fangs, our blood hunger, a means to grow strong again. We were stronger than before. Faster. Predators of the highest order with all of our magical ability at our disposal. God's curse still burned in our veins, but we had the means to fight it and no longer possessed the will to submit and plea for forgiveness.
My brother has ruled Venice in one form or another from the shadows for close to a thousand years. As two of the three remaining original vampires (for we CAN die, which we found out the hard way during the Dark Ages), our voices hold weight on the Council. Me, my passion has always been science. Science and magic, which over the years have melded together more and more. Knowledge is the true power, in science and among sorcerers, and I have pursued it across almost every continent on the planet. The others talk about their little kingdoms as if they are the center of the world, but I know how vast the world truly is.
I now head the medical arm of the Council. Research has been ongoing for centuries to find a way to stamp out our weaknesses. What started out as a furtive library and alchemist's workbench in a miserable little storehouse in Venice has become a multi-billion dollar facility focused entirely on our kind. That, to the human world, makes advances once in a while to medical research, but otherwise is unremarkable enough to go unnoticed. We have married our knowledge of black magic with the latest technology in order to research our own genes, map our own DNA, manipulate it and design it in hopes of engineering our own future. If we could but gain the sun, we would be gods.
So far my research has yielded frustrating results. Close, but not close enough. I continue to try. I have eternity, after all.