Paola Giovanni
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VAMPIRE: THE MASQUERADE Clan: Giovanni Sire: Andreas Giovanni Nature: Fanatic Demeanor: Patrician Generation: 9th Embrace: 1919 Apparent Age: Mid 20s Disciplines: Auspex 3, Dominate 3, Fortitude 2, Necromancy 3, Potence 3 Humanity: 5 Weaknesses: Painful bite Derangements: Depression, Perfection Delicate of figure and pale as a lily, the vampire is the stuff of Gothic romance. Her poise and genteel manners evoke a bygone era, but the anemic pallor of her cheeks and the haunted look in her eyes tell a tale of decline rather than of halcyon days. She is a perfect specimen of old European nobility in its death throes, preserved for all time by vampiric blood. The vampires of Clan Giovanni Embrace exclusively within their family. Not every Giovanni cousin suffers the Curse of Caine; most don't even rate the Proxy Kiss, the brutal period of being a ghoul. From time to time, however, the mortal bloodline produces an individual all but destined for the deeper mysteries of the family. A child prodigy, Paola Giovanni impressed parents and relatives alike with her uncanny mind. She was given an unusually high education for a woman coming of age in the early 20th century. Her fascination with spiritualism and the occult earned her the attention of Andreas Giovanni, future Capo di tutti capi of Boston, who petitioned to Embrace her in the wake of the Great War. For a hundred years, Paola has furthered the cause of the Giovanni family with ruthless efficiency. The woman's delicate looks belie her vampiric strength and mercenary attitude. Her rivals only need to underestimate her once, and then they are heard from no more . . . At least on this side of the Shroud separating the living world from the Shadowlands. Yet something has changed of late. The fire in Paola's eyes is naught but ashes, and she has grown passive and withdrawn. What has she learned in plumbing the secrets of life and death? Has the once loyal daughter outlived her usefulness to the family? Perhaps, the elders of the clan reason, the man who was once her mortal brother may win her confidence and discover what lurks in the heart of Paola Giovanni . . . I saw pale kings and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried--'La Belle Dame sans Merci Thee hath in thr |