The Ambrosini brothers were born in Sardinia during the fifteenth century. Though their mother died in childbirth due to complications of birthing two healthy boys, they never felt her loss. Indeed, whilst growing up, Luciano and Alessandro were never left wanting for the finer things in life. What they lacked was any sort of compassion, affection, or long-term affection from what family they did have. Due to this, they turned to the one person they knew they could always count on, always trust – each other.
As they grew, their relationship deepened, and it was suspected that it crossed lines. It was not until the whispered rumors of the Ambrosini household spilled out onto the streets and became the gossip of the rabbles that the patriarch of the family decided to finally do something. The boys were fourteen, and they were separated, for the first time in their lives. Under cover of night, the younger of the two, Alessandro, was spirited away, sent to live with a relative in Spain.
When Alessandro awoke, he found himself being led to the seaside. His head hurt and he felt like the world was spinning, but only asked where Luciano was. The servant tasked with taking the boy to Spain stated only that Luciano had gone ahead. Though puzzled, Alessandro was compliant, and found ways to entertain himself on the long voyage.
Upon his arrival to Spain, he was taken to his Aunt’s countryside villa. Izabelle had been his mother’s older sister. She welcomed her youngest nephew with open arms and a smile, welcoming him into her home. He was doted upon from the start, the only male in the house apart from servants. His aunt had not yet remarried after the loss of her husband, and her daughters were not yet ready to be wed. Confusion settled in, and he asked for Luciano – it was then that he learned he had been lied to.
Izabelle gave her nephew a sad look before handing him a letter she had received before his arrival, for Alessandro only, seal still intact. As she did so, she studied his reaction to the letter. It was no more or less a treatise on why Alessandro had been sent away. Devoid of any sense of care, it simply stated that his father didn’t need two sons. Luciano was his heir, and he blamed Alessandro for the rumors that had started to spread. Branded an unnecessary troublemaker, it was made clear that any letters or other dealings sent to Luciano would be discarded by himself or a servant – Alessandro would no longer be allowed to have any influence over his brother.
He looked from his Aunt to his cousins, studying them for signs of foreknowledge, relieved in a sense to see none. Quietly, he asked to be led into his room where he wished to be alone. He did not eat, and it wasn’t until nightfall, when he lay in bed alone, that anguish set in. Eventually he settled into a routine; very basic at first, simply taking care of his needs and making small pleasantries. His Aunt and cousins were nothing but kind and supportive, and he appreciated it, though he was also unsure how to handle this sudden change in attitude towards him, compared to what he had been used to.
It was quite a long time before he grew out of his melancholy and finally accepted that he was unlikely to ever hear from Luciano again, let alone see him. So he tried – he tried to make what he could of his new life, but his loss was like a gaping wound. Once he had acclimated enough, Izabelle resumed her social activities, trusting that her daughters would tend to their cousin when she was unable to.
A full six months after arrival, he began to develop what he would become most known for – his charm. he carefully cultivated a reputation as a gentleman, but he skirted the line, becoming outrageously flirtatious when he sensed interest towards him. Expanding upon this, he would occasionally accept offers from older women for him to accompany them home at the close of a party. Inevitably they would have relations, and he was fortunate enough that, due to his inexperience, they thought it an amusement for themselves that they teach him.
It was one particular woman, Sofia, who had started this, in fact. The credit for his reputation as a man who knew how to please a woman came from her, and he added to the knowledge she had taught him, with what was imparted to him by others. By the age of seventeen he had learned of another talent – one to draw seemingly harmless secrets from women, in exchange for his body. He didn’t do anything with them; just saved the knowledge incase it was ever needed.
Just shy of two years later, the dynamics of Izabelle’s household changed. A letter arrived from Sardinia, expressing news of the last few years. Largely financial, however there was news of Luciano; namely that he had married prominently and his wife had given him an heir of his own recently.
It was by accident that Alessandro had found the letter. Izabelle had meant to burn it, but it was only lightly charred, leaving it largely legible. Rage he did not know he was capable of built up inside of him. Letter clutched tightly in hand, he stormed off to Izabelle’s room, not bothering with the formalities of knocking. He’d caught her kneeling at the lap of an unknown but well dressed man, lips pressed to his outstretched wrist, noises of what could only be described as pleasure escaping her.
Too engrossed in what she was doing, she did not notice him, however the man did. He made no movement save to smile and speak, requesting Alessandro close the door and stay – he complied, oddly calmed by this bizarre display. Pulling his arm away from Izabelle, whom Alessandro now noticed was nude, he gestured for Alessandro to sit, careful to ensure that the blood dripping there did not get on the floor or any fabric.
A polite interrogation ensued, whereupon the man asked Alessandro why he was there, patiently coaxing all of the details out of the young man. It was at this point that he introduced himself as Vicente, and offered to explain what it was that Alessandro had walked in on.
In later days, when he tried to recall what had led up to his next act, he could never quite recall. What he remembered after learning what Vicente had to tell him was that he was following Vicente’s careful instruction on how to satisfy his Aunt’s particular kinks while working out his aggression. Vicente assured him that she would be open to anything he desired to try, emphasizing anything.
So it was that at not yet twenty years of age, Alessandro became the head of the household, the ultimate authority over Izabelle and his cousins. He was fine with this, indulging in his growing hedonistic desires until one eve a new letter arrived from Sardinia, addressed to Izabelle. Stefano, the man who had ripped his heart away, was no longer. Conflicted emotions rose up within him – now that the man who’d caused him heartache was dead, how was he to confront him?
He spent the night in orgy in an attempt to either distract or organize his thoughts. His usual attention to matters was not present, however when questioned about it he got angry. Rather than hit them in anyway, the answer came to him. Depriving them of sex was unlikely to affect them too over much – they would still have his presence. Instead he would deny them of himself.
By morning he was making his way to the coast, having packed what few things he cared to have with him. Boarding a ship, he set sail for Sardinia, meeting many setbacks along the way. Piracy was rampant, and many of the ships he set sail on fell victim to the pirates. unwilling to be the victim any longer, he parlayed with a captain and was taken on as a crewman, working his way up the chain and learning how to fight as time went on.
He had been part of many a raid by the time an attack from a rival crew came. His ship was the stronger crew, and they disabled and boarded the other, fighting its crew and looting its spoils, It was during one such raid that a peculiar thing happened – he came face-to-face with himself.
Each brother stared at the other, swords crossed unflinching, disbelief crossing their features. A sly grin from Alessandro broke the moment and they returned the fray – side by side this time, cutting down anyone in their path. They were together again, and nothing was going to get in their way.
Sardinia being closer, they returned there to settle Luciano’s affairs and loose ends before leaving their childhood home for good. Vicente was there to greet them. There was some confusion amongst the brothers, as curiosity arose as to how the other already knew Vicente. Neither of them dwelt on it overlong, however, as Vicente had a proposal for the both of them. Become his vassals, and he promised a world and eternity of opportunity and power they had never dreamt of.
Cautiously, they agreed, on the condition they never be separated. It was provision Vicente did not mind, after all he was quite curious as to how the two would work together, but he also did not wish to be on the receiving end should he try and separate the pair.
They were but a year past the quarter century mark when they became Vicente’s vassals. Together they outshone his other servants and further proved themselves worthy of the Embrace, though he’d never once informed them they were candidates for such a thing.
At the onset of the Renaissance, the pair were brought over fully, and began their unlives as prominent Lasombra. They, and their subsequent pack, were typically tasked with hunting down antitribu for the slaughter, and they were efficient at it – even reveling in it at times.
Smart investments and chances taken improved upon their skills and wealth, and in modern nights they find themselves running with a newer pack, in control of Salem, Massachusetts with the rest of their pack, Alessandro serving as the Bishop of the Pack. Additionally, Alessandro serves as the pack priest.