Louis Marsellies DeLeon

Louis DeLeon

General Information
Name: Louis Marsellies DeLeon
Age: 617 Race: Vulcan Vampire
Clan Information: Sired in 1411. Age as a Vampire, 595. Sire, Valaeros Vulcan

History:
Louis was born in France during difficult times, as the son of a baker. Louis was not three years old when he was snatched away from his family and taken to a Romanian Palace by his kidnapper. A vampire had taken him, and raised him from the age of three until he was twenty-two, at what time the handsome young Frenchman was sired as a Vulcan blood slave. It was strange. As much as Lord Valaeros Vulcan took from Louis, his youth, his innocence, his heart, his will, and a good part of his soul, the Vulcan Lord never took Louis' name.

Louis learned from Valaeros and served him as his blood slave child. He obeyed his every command, and even loved him despite hating him more than the trees hated flames. He was with Valaeros when he grew to such power that he became an undead creature of arcane lore. A lich, some called them, but Louis called him a devil. His lust for power had made him more cruel, sadistic, and demented than ever. Oh, Valaeros had his charms as well. Louis could not help but admire him, until he took things too far. Louis pitied him when he was overthrown by Raif and Leon Mondego (a Userkaf vampire who served Valaeros for many centuries, also as a slave) until Raif attained the power to supercede his own Sire's bonds, and free Leon, Louis, and others he had chained to himself. Why did Louis pity Valaeros when the evil vampire was overthrown? Namely because Valaeros had dedicated his life to the attainment of power, so he would not lose his place as Clan Prince, after many betrayals by his own blood. Now here Raif had thrown him down at his height of glory. Louis had been with Valaeros nearly five hundred years by this time, and when Raif drained Valaeros of all his blood and power to petrify him, Louis went in secret to the grave Raif had laid him in. Louis wept over his father's stony remains, feeling guilty for the relief he felt that he was gone, and lament that the only father he had known was dead. Only, he was not dead.

As Louis wept over Valaeros, the necromancer's voice infiltrated his thoughts with pleas to awaken him. Louis was startled, and backed away from the sephulcher, but as he did he felt the icy fingers of Valaeros' spirit grip his arm. "Mi deshtepta, meu fiu, cu cel sînge de cinci suflet, mi deshtepta." Awaken me with the blood of five souls my son, he beckoned Louis. 'Awaken me and I shall free you as only I can free you,' he promised. Whether it was out of fear or guilt, or simple loyalty to his maker and father, Louis did as his sire asked. He put no stake in Valaeros' words of freeing him. He could have meant anything by it. He captured five mortals, bound and gagged them, and took them to his sire's grave. He forced the blood of the first three into his Sire, and then stood witness as he drained the last two on his own.

Louis returned to the Palace with Valaeros. Raif was there and his disappointment at what Louis had done burned in Louis' heart. "Why did you raise this monster, Louis?" he asked him. Louis answered simply, "Because he is my sire." Valaeros had seen things though, when Raif had drank his life and arcane spirit from him, and he knew that soon, Raif would be gone. Valaeros humbled himself, and vowed to serve Raif as the one who overthrew him. Raif did not trust his promises, but he could not turn his own sire away with the promises he made either. Raif was stunned when Valaeros set Louis free in his witness, offering him a great deal of money to take with him. He broke the slave bonds which Raif had been unable to dissolve completely, to make him a Vulcan vampire. Valaeros had never witheld power from Louis. He had witheld his ability to Sire, to bond others, and to thrall. Things Louis had learned how to master through experience, but been unable to physically do. Now he could sire. In the years ahead? Louis did just that.

Louis broke every tradition in siring. He chose progeny he found trustworthy, who were capable of handling being a Vulcan vampire. The study, practice and application of their paths required dedication, and it was progeny with that dedication he sought. Also, he chose by how fond he grew of a mortal, for Louis could not be fond of a dolt, or an overly reckless fool. He loved courage in a soul, but not foolish courage. He loved intelligence, humor, wit, honesty, and he liked his women beautiful and his men attractive. It saddened his first children to watch the ordeals Louis suffered through in those years between being freed and finding his own two feet.

Louis dabbled in various sorts of business, some of them less than legal. He went into business with a 4th generation vampire who happened to wind up enslaving Louis all over again. While enslaved to Mecca, Louis worked at the Avari's blood bars, and it was through those blood bars that Louis discovered his knack for managing, improving, and running clubs. Soon he was running a large club in New York for his master, and then another in Vegas. He worked for Mecca for ten years before he was freed of Mecca's bonds, this time because the club Louis was working got busted and Mecca split on him, but not before breaking the bonds he had forced on the far younger vampire. Louis was lucky. The club was not busted by the cops, but by a vampire who was crushing blood bar rings. Leon Mondego had crossed paths Louis once more. Such bars and clubs endangered the covenant's charade, and Leon policed such places. Leon was shocked to find Louis as the supposed ring leader of the blood bars which had spread all over the world. Owed to Leon's ability to read people, and even foretell of things, Louis was able to convince him of what had happened. How he had been enslaved and used as the fall guy with five of the clubs Mecca owned. Other clubs were in others slaves names. Leon let Louis go.

Louis found one advantage of having those three clubs in his name. He sold them all and purchased a very large, very old warehouse in London in 1970, which was remodeled into a multilevel club which he named X-Tech by 1978. He and his progeny moved into the place, living on the top three floors of the seven story monstrosity. The club quickly became very popular. Louis had been worried that he was going to go bankrupt on the place, but that was not going to happen after all. He made plenty of profit and he and his clan settled comfortably there. Louis was enjoying life, for the first time in his life.

The women...God the women. They flocked to him like ants to honey. Louis was a decent man, but he also had a very dark side to him. A dark side fed by tortures, depraved acts, and twisted concepts that Valaeros, and then Mecca, had strove to shape his life with, all the while he tried to find himself through the insanity. Louis flirted with the women, and enjoyed doing so. He pet them, hugged them, laughed with them, and his share of handsome boys too, but he rarely had sex with any of them. He was usually drunk when he did. He was breaking hearts right and left, until two knives in his chest, and more than his share of cold drinks in the face or his lap, later? He decided his progeny were all he needed. Sex was as painful for him as it was pleasurable, which is why he was so shy of the act. His past haunted him with those things his worst memories made him crave most of all. Sex to Louis, was like being tortured with ecstasy. Louis knew a day would come when he would just give the act up altogether, until he found a mate he could spend his entire existance with. Someone who he could love so deeply, that they could override the pain.

Louis was a good and decent man, until someone crossed him. He had learned to distrust elder vampires, despite being an elder himself. He was wary, even paranoid when he met any vampire of superior age, generation, or power to himself. He paid betrayal back without forgiveness, and dealt with his enemies swiftly. He let very few inside, and even they did not know the half of him. Marco, his progeny, was probably the only creature in the world he opened up to. He trusted Marco with his soul. Marco was probably the only one he trusted with that much of his faith. Marco knew Louis did not talk 'about himself'. That was Louis. Those who knew him understood the whys of the vampire. Those who didn't? They had no clue what went on in his thoughts or his life for that matter. He was a mystery at best to most.