Character’s Name: Set AKA The Jackal (real name Salvatore Esposito)
Character’s Age: 32/315
Character’s Face Claim: D.J. Cotrona
Character’s Species: vampire
Dominant or Slave: Slave
Character’s Sexuality: opportunistic, but prefers women
Kinks (turn ons): oral (g&r), knifeplay, bloodplay, roleplay, banter/intelligence, disobedience
Hard Limits (turn offs): muse dislikes but mun will agree to anyway: choking/asphyxiation, ropework, restraints; mun veto: scat/watersports

Secret: He keeps all of his history before being turned to himself, including his name; he figures it’s nobody’s business but his and he’s all about Image. …also there’s the whole “didn’t actually kill his Maker” thing but he’s more than happy to TELL people that, they just don’t actually believe him for a change.

Character’s Personality: There are two men within Set, the man he wants you to see and the man he is. Everything about him is carefully crafted, lie upon lie upon lie until it’s impossible to see the truth underneath. He lies to everyone he comes across from the very first word, shows them only what suits him and conceals the rest, obfuscates when they get too close to the truth because he doesn’t like who he is, where he came from, the small scared boy living hand to mouth even when he was given enough that he still, generally, views himself as no matter how far he’s come. It’s easier for him to paint an idealized picture, to be who he wants to be, what suits him, than to be himself, and so he plays the carefully designed role day in and day out. Cool, confident, a slick motherfucker who steals hearts as easily as he steals the things that belong to those hearts. He greets the world with sarcasm and a devilish smirk, blusters his way through to make his place with manipulation and deception, tricks those he can’t outmaneuver more ‘honestly’ because feeling like he’s the smartest man in the room is the only thing that truly makes him feel safe and secure, and he will do anything to get there. Underneath, however, is something of a different story; Set is a man without country, without family, without any tangible support base, always has been, always will be as far as he’s concerned. Sure, there’s his Maker, and Richard, and he adopts them both as family, latches onto them with a fierce devotion that seems to run completely counter to his projected outlook, but he thinks of himself as alone all the same, alone and starving and always one step from the gutter. He lives as if he has nothing even in the excesses he possesses, as if it will all be taken from him in the next moment, constantly searching for something solid, something lasting. He’s a rover by nature, a restless soul constantly in pursuit of Home but seemingly bent on sabotaging any semblance of it he accumulates because he fully expects it to disappear on him anyway.

Three Positive Character Personality Traits: cunning, resourceful, assertive
Three Negative Character Personality Traits: sarcastic, caustic, deceitful

Character’s Bio: Set, originally Salvatore, was born in the second half of the 17th century to an impoverished couple originally living in Catania, Sicily. They didn’t have much, worked their fingers to the bone for every scrap they had while all the while they had a ticking time bomb in their backyard. In 1669 Mount Etna erupted, bathing the city in ash and swallowing most of the crops in lava, destroying the city and most of the people who lived there. Sal’s parents perished trying to get him out of danger, pressing him into the hands of an aunt who managed to get out in time. She, along with the now orphaned baby, settled a few towns over the best they could, but within a matter of months she was gone as well, lasting effects of the eruption taking their toll, combined with the long hours she had to work to support the both of them. Within a year he was parentless, then a complete orphan, carted off to an orphanage to be raised with other children like him. It was a harsh upbringing, but it shaped the man he would become, taught him how to navigate the labyrinth of the human experience. He quickly learned to adapt, how to fit in, how to become unassuming and overlooked, and the benefits of it. He learned to be charming, to play the perfect angel, the knack to smiling and making others believe it. He was adopted at the age of ten by an aging couple who had never been able to have children of their own, a couple of means and no small amount of wealth, and this too shaped him.

As a younger child he had been accustomed to nothing, as an older one to everything, and he quickly learned that it was the latter that was important. Money, material wealth, that was where the true happiness lay, where comfort and stability lurked. Those who had succeeded, those who did not failed, and he took the lesson to heart, spent the rest of his life in the pursuit of Things. His contemporaries were busy filling their heads with knowledge, but Sal, already ingrained with a past filled with “not enough”, worked towards accumulating what he did not have, at first through his new parents’ wealth then, when that no longer held appeal or practicality, by taking it directly. It was a compulsion, an idle need to take, to steal, to manipulate and fool into orchestrating his own gains to fill the losses of his younger days, and his teens all the way up into his twenties were spent in scheming, up until his family’s name could no longer protect him and he ended up in a jail cell.

But instead of quashing idle hands it only encouraged them, pushed him to do better next time. To be quicker, more sly, to weave the lies more seamlessly, the better to fool the marks. He graduated to full-time thief, pickpocket, catburglar, stealing whatever could be taken until finally he crossed the wrong man, pilfered the wrong pockets, and was sentenced to death for his crimes.

A woman came to him that night, in his desperation, as he pulled at the bars and threw himself at the walls and tried in vain to escape. She told him she had a solution, a means for him to get out of the quandary he was in, if only he waited. She promised she would return for him, promised she would sever his bonds and set him free from his predicament, only she never mentioned it would be as he hung, suspended from the rope that was intended to be his demise, choking and twisting and writhing as his breaths were wrung from him.

She pulled him down under cover of darkness, when everything had narrowed to a point and he was certain he was already dead. She cooed and soothed and whispered all the promises anew, fingertips trailing across cooling skin as he gasped like a fish stuck on land, his own fingers clutching the earth below him, and then she kissed him, teasing, lingering, and then there was the bite of twin pinpricks in his neck, warmth and cold and that was the end of him.

In a manner of speaking, anyway. He woke some time later, although he couldn’t have said how long, freezing and numb and starving. It was then she told him what she had done, what he now was. It was something of a shock, although he was superstitious enough that he didn’t immediately cry fraud, even if he needed proof first. But her arguments were compelling, and her reasons why things were better this way were even more so; he was stronger, faster, more agile this way, could attack his chosen career with even more skill, and they wouldn’t be able to stop him. Wouldn’t even be able to touch him.

The next several centuries were practically heaven, in comparison to his mortal days. He remade himself, cast off Salvatore Esposito and adopted Set instead when they moved to the new world, taking up residence in New Orleans. The air of witchcraft and sorcery among the lower class intrigued him, their multitude of mythologies and stories, the flair for the supernatural element, and he spun a new story for himself, cast off the bored, lost, adrift Sicilian urchin for a shadow, a ghost, a man who was not, who snuck in to liberate baubles and purses and expensive trinkets without a trace, a man he oh so carefully swayed the press into calling the Jackal without them even knowing it. They spent a decade or so there then moved on, never lingering in a place for too long, uprooting when suspicious eyes drew too close, and it was after several moves that they finally came upon Richard.

…well. She did, anyway, Set only grew interested in the man later, after he’d been pulled into the fold as well. They ran together for a while, until time tugged, as it does, interests drifted and they parted ways to wander the world themselves, explore things on their own terms instead of collective ones. Set was a wanderer by nature, he never felt settled, never felt there was a place he could call home. He was called back to their little makeshift family only once, a request from Richard that She needed him, there were Plans in the works. But when he got there his Maker was dead, Richard clearly the cause of it, except when the authorities came it was Set who paid the price, backed into a corner, exposed as a liar, a weaver of falsehoods and manipulation and never mind that in this one case he was telling the truth. He was put under lock and key on the Island, and he’s been there ever since, waiting for the perfect opportunity to expose his blood brother.