Marcela Maria Flores
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"History is written by the victors." - Winston Churchill
“Courage is what it takes to stand up and speak; courage is also what it takes to sit down and listen." - Winston Churchill
Lineage
Alder Victor Martinez, Soldier, Madrid, Spain
- Marcela Maria Flores, Soldier
Background
I was born Marcela Flores in 1940 in Madrid, and my family was rather well off. My father was a rather prominent La Verdadera Destreza master. Went to a private school, studied hard, was active in gymnastics, even was the junior fencing champion, for Spain, from 1956 to 1958. I studied under my father, it is to him I owe my skill and knowledge. Although I never became a master, I am still proud to be a part of the preservation of La Verdadera Destreza. After my conformation my name became Marcela Maria Flores.
While most girls were listening to Elvis Presley I spent my free time with a rapier in hand. There is a certain grace in the sport, well then it was a sport to me. Something about disarming your opponent then striking, that was my signature move. It wasn't enough to defeat with a long a series of ripostes you must give them the humiliation of being weaponless first then strike. I never could perfect the moulionet maneuver thou hopefully one of these days I will get it down. Gymnastics and fencing made me stronger, I am more dexteritious and Destreza demands finesse over brute force, with a rapier.
At the age of 18 I had freshly graduated High School, and was still mortal. Went to the university, on a fencing scholarship, but I never got to see the end of that season. One night, after a tournament, I had met an interesting gentleman. We wined and dined celebrating the victory, and that night he introduced me to what I am now. It seemed he had been watching me for quite awhile and thou I enjoyed his company he took my life and gave me the life I have now.
For you see, I am a Kindred of Quality, I was embraced into The Invictus. A society of sort for the aristocratic vampires. Thou we loathe to call ourselves vampires, that is what we are. We hunt, we kill, and we do it nightly. It's a rough world and I learned that fast. There is only two types of people, the quick and the dead. In our world that saying is doubly true.
I became more adapt in subterfuge, and started studying my noble covenant's history. Even became somewhat of an expert in our code of gemstones, colors, and flowers. I didn't have much money then, but that means nothing to us. I learned how to work my finances and grew myself to a comfortable life. Studied English and learned to read and write the language. Slowly time passed and I kept on improving my dexterity.
Life was hard at first within the Invictus. My lineage is not so blue as others but this is also a boon. People do not expect as much out of me and as such they never see me coming when I move to kill them. Don't get me wrong. I love the Invictus. But sometimes to make something stronger your must exercise the cancer out of them. That is what I do and slowly people have begun to learn I do not tolerate weak links within my beloved estate.
Things have always went well for me. I am what is referred to as a Soldier, within the First Estate. The profession is rather relaxed, not much demands are upon me and I could easily spend my time within a guild's armory without interruptions. There has been a lot of hard things I have had to do in the line of duty. I've killed for sport, duty, and revenge. A long time ago I made peace with what I am now, a monster. People who look upon me become nervous and uneasy. My walk has become like that of a predator and it is showing. I know a lot of people are easily intimidated when I step into the room, that is good. Destreza demands this of you. You must intimidate your opponent silently in your stance to keep them off guard.
From the regular use of my blades, I was eventually able to draw and strike in the same instance. This helped to solidify my reputation as a no nonsense type of woman. I have never been the smartest, but you just need enough to know a traitor from someone who is just moving up. I worked a little to dig myself a modest well and that has been a decent staple when hunting does not go well. A person would think that a woman of my caliber would be a brutal hunter but I beg to differ. Even thou we are killers we should never let ourselves descend into boorish hunting tactics. A Kindred of Quality should never be seen clubbing their prey, that is for lesser's.
Lately my interests have turned toward working my gifts again. I have been studying the psychic gifts of my blood and the gifts of stealth. Hopefully I will find a good mentor in the Americas. I loathed moving but I didn't have much of a choice. The staple of blood in Madrid was getting to dangerous. Hunters were increasing and, after a few sloppy people had drawn their attention, I felt it was time to leave. This is a decision I did not make lightly. The Kindred of Madrid are old. When I say old I am not talking a few hundred years. There is rumors of methuselahs who stalk and sleep beneath the city. The Elders, that any Kindred will see, are generally 500 years old with several eclipses already into their life. There was only a few ways that I could increase my standing within the estate, and I am not willing to do either.
In early 2007 I moved to the United States and ended up in Atlanta Georgia. I started to re-establish my well and have lots of things I must do here to firmly gain a foot hold. I have not been in the city long and the need to make my presence known is starting to become serious. It's not good to stay within a city and not have introduced yourself, we have laws about it.