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Marcello Lucian Giovanni
N I C K N A M E
Your Highness [most common] || Marc [those who know him personally] || Any nicknames from his wife & lovers
G E N D E R
Male
A G E
Thirty-six
S E X U A L I T Y
Bisexual
R O L E
High King
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About six feet, two inches
W E I G H T
A relatively light one hundred and sixty pounds
H A I R C O L O U R
A deep, oaky brown
E Y E C O L O U R
A nearly-black shade of brown
S K I N T O N E
Very light, pale tone that can burn quite easily
G E N E R A L__A P P E A R A N C E
Marcello was born to an American businessman and his Italian heiress wife. In their prime, both parents were nearly the epitome of beautiful. Marcello certainly can be seen as an excellent example of their beauty. He is almost Adonis-like in appearance, with fine, but almost-sculpted features. His eyes are thin, giving him a constant look about him that appears cold and calculating. Marc's proportions are enough to have made the greatest Renaissance sculptors jealous. Though he is not as well-muscled as he would like, his lean musculature can be seen easily through his hand-tailored suits. Often, he keeps a very light beard and his hair long enough to slick back. For more formal events, he will shorten his hair. He can attribute his dark hair and eyes to his mother while his pale flesh comes from his father who can likely trace himself back to some of the first noble Englishmen in America.
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Unstable ❊ Passionate ❊ Conflicted ❊ Egotistical ❊ Insecure ❊ Attention-seeking
Once, Marcello was seen as some sort of "America's Sweetheart." If only they could see him now. This model child, this perfect boy, has fallen so quickly into a life of lust and instability, far more quickly than anyone could have imagined. Though he refuses to let the public notice his descent, Marcello certainly has changed for the worse over these years.
He has maintained his youthful passion for approval and for issues he feels strongly on, but he is nearly crippled by insecurities and anxieties, driving him into a state of near-paranoia. He can talk his way out of nearly any situation that arises, but this only adds to his ever-growing ego. His charisma allowed him not only to acquire his political office but to work himself into multiple affairs that could all potentially blow up in his face. And yet he thrives on that sort of excitement. He seeks thrills in an almost-addicted sort of manner, looking to ease the boredom he has fallen into, leading an already doomed country. Perhaps that is why he was so quick to command his soldiers to go to war for the Western Coast.
Further, he seeks attention almost constantly. What he can not get from his people, he gets from over-the-top social events. What he can not get from them, he gets from doting on his wife, giving into her every wish or desire - unless it conflicts with his own. And then there is Camille, the only other woman he'd do anything for. It pains him to be attached to two very different people, two people who will eventually force him to choose sides.
In fact, his whole life seems to have turned into one conflict after another. Sometimes he wonders if it is all worth it. And then he rememebrs the rush of power he feels when he is called "King". And all of the anxiety, the mental instability, is entirely worth it.
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♥ Coffee ♥ Katelyn ♥ Snow ♥ Literature ♥ Alcohol ♥ Camille ♥ The Humanities ♥ Attention ♥ Being Correct ♥
D I S L I K E S
✘ Being Alone ✘ Rain ✘ Jazz ✘ Darkness ✘ Chocolate ✘ Feeling inferior ✘ Compromise ✘ Being Wrong ✘ Smoking ✘
Q U I R K S
๏ Smokes in public, but otherwise hates it ๏ Furrows brow when in thought ๏ Purses lips when concerned ๏ Taps his foot almost constantly in a nervous manner ๏
S K I L L S
✯ Can think quickly ✯ "Persuasive" ✯ Perceptive ✯ Plays cello & piano ✯ Tenacious ✯
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Marcello Giovanni was born into the world as a pre-destined, pretentious asshole. His father, James Randall, came from a line of wealthy American businessmen who can trace themselves back to feudal England where, to no one's surprise, they served as barons. They were among the few who helped financially support voyages into America and, as such, state they were among the first in America - even though it was their money that made it first.
Marcello's mother, Fiore Giovanni, was equally (if not more) entitled. In fact, through his mother, Marcello claims he can trace himself to the Medici family. James and Fiore met each other at a social gathering through mutual friends. One thing led to another that night, and Fiore found she was carrying James' child. Against her father's wishes, she eloped with the dashing American on the condition that their children take her name - to which James agreed. His children would take his name later, he was positive.
When Marcello was born, he became America's poster child. His face graced tabloid covers for ages, following his life for years. His parents gave him everything he wished for and then some. And then his brother was born. Truly, Luca never stole any sort of limelight from him, for Marcello was already too far ahead to be outdone. He excelled in school, taking extremely well to the humanities - art, language, history, philosophy. His parents saw him on the route to politics and so did he.
His powers developed at some point during his college education, and from there, life only grew easier. He returned home to have a career in politics practically handed to him. And then the war became worse. Though he moved up quickly in office, he also knew the condition of the world grew worse and worse. Why else would his parents have urged him to marry that woman he'd met only once before?
His marriage to Katelyn was a slightly rushed one, but an extravagant one none-the-less. Any remaining newspapers were quick to cover it in its entirety, to distract from the hellhole that the world had become. Perhaps that's why it was so easy for him to gain the final traction he needed to practically appoint himself as High King.
Things continued normally - or rather, as normally as possible - for some time. And then he met Camille. He hadn't intended for his relationship with the young Senator to go this far. It really shouldn't have. But he has no regrets, in all honesty. And so, he juggles his lovers and a country on the brink of another war.