Post by MARCUS BORGIA on Jun 27, 2012 22:35:16 GMT -5
Masquerade costume: click
This whole production was mostly his idea, but other than helping it along, he'd let Michaela have the spotlight for it; his main requirement had been that it be a masquerade, that there be masks and an air of mystery about the place, and he'd gotten his way.
He usually did.
From there, an up and coming politician, David Winters, had joined forces with Michaela to make this a fund-raising event that surprisingly had no money-making abilities for the man. He seemed to have done it purely for the sake of doing it, which didn't make sense out of a politician and naturally made Marcus curious. At some point, he would be putting some effort into examining this man, but for now, he had more important concerns, like his own private business. As always, business was good.
Marcus, being the unique individual that he is, had formulated a series of drugs for mortal consumption. They had marvelous effects, and equally fantastic (to Marcus) side-effects. He planned on moving some of them personally over the course of this event, but he had plenty of underlings to do it for him. Besides, there was other business that he intended to offer here, should the right people approach him. It was why he'd made himself so very accessible, though it was unlikely that people would realize exactly who he was. He wasn't exactly an anonymous face normally, having garnered attention for his success at such a young age (laughable, I know), but with the mask and his own dark, tempting aura surrounding his equally dark clothing, hair and eyes, it was easy to forget that there was a human face beneath the red mask, or to fail to believe that the red glow in his eyes was just reflection of the color surrounding them. He didn't want notoriety, and would rather prefer it if people who spoke to him tonight thought that the interaction couldn't have been real. He was good at that.
Towards the back of the room, there was something of a throne, set up for photos more than likely, but Marcus had taken it as his own for the time being and nobody seemed to think that it didn't suit him. It was a comfortable place to be for both him and those around him, and to him, that was acceptable. He didn't wish to rule, not yet, but he was certainly above these creatures. Contrary to popular belief, thanks to very good publicity on the other side, he would have been a wise, understanding ruler, which he was already willing to prove; he was here to give people what they wanted.
Approach the throne.
This whole production was mostly his idea, but other than helping it along, he'd let Michaela have the spotlight for it; his main requirement had been that it be a masquerade, that there be masks and an air of mystery about the place, and he'd gotten his way.
He usually did.
From there, an up and coming politician, David Winters, had joined forces with Michaela to make this a fund-raising event that surprisingly had no money-making abilities for the man. He seemed to have done it purely for the sake of doing it, which didn't make sense out of a politician and naturally made Marcus curious. At some point, he would be putting some effort into examining this man, but for now, he had more important concerns, like his own private business. As always, business was good.
Marcus, being the unique individual that he is, had formulated a series of drugs for mortal consumption. They had marvelous effects, and equally fantastic (to Marcus) side-effects. He planned on moving some of them personally over the course of this event, but he had plenty of underlings to do it for him. Besides, there was other business that he intended to offer here, should the right people approach him. It was why he'd made himself so very accessible, though it was unlikely that people would realize exactly who he was. He wasn't exactly an anonymous face normally, having garnered attention for his success at such a young age (laughable, I know), but with the mask and his own dark, tempting aura surrounding his equally dark clothing, hair and eyes, it was easy to forget that there was a human face beneath the red mask, or to fail to believe that the red glow in his eyes was just reflection of the color surrounding them. He didn't want notoriety, and would rather prefer it if people who spoke to him tonight thought that the interaction couldn't have been real. He was good at that.
Towards the back of the room, there was something of a throne, set up for photos more than likely, but Marcus had taken it as his own for the time being and nobody seemed to think that it didn't suit him. It was a comfortable place to be for both him and those around him, and to him, that was acceptable. He didn't wish to rule, not yet, but he was certainly above these creatures. Contrary to popular belief, thanks to very good publicity on the other side, he would have been a wise, understanding ruler, which he was already willing to prove; he was here to give people what they wanted.
Approach the throne.
