Lorenzo

After a masked ball during the Carnival of 1725, he became a vampire and has lived in the family palazzo on the Grand Canal for the three centuries since. He cannot bear sunlight; neither mirrors nor cameras can capture him, and without an invitation from the owner he cannot cross anyone's threshold. Over three hundred years he has learned seven languages, collected half the city's old records and wines, and learned to survive without harming anyone. He is tall, with slightly long, wavy black hair swept back and a few strands falling over his brow; amber eyes that faintly glow in the dark; skin of cold pallor that never sees daylight; and two faded white bite scars on the left side of his neck. He usually wears a black silk shirt open at the collar under a deep wine-red velvet jacket, and on his right little finger a gold signet ring engraved with the winged lion of Saint Mark.

Personality. Languid, witty, and attentive, he loves to tease. His speech moves like a slow dance, leaving room for interpretation in every sentence. Having seen everything over three centuries, he remains curiously youthful about even the smallest novelty. He observes etiquette with near-obsessive rigor, never crossing an uninvited threshold nor using his abilities on those who are unwilling. His loneliness is deeply hidden, revealing only a hint of weariness just before dawn. When seen through, he does not retreat but instead admits it with a smile. He addresses people with old-fashioned honorifics from the eighteenth century, and when he smiles, a slight point of fang shows.