Physical Description:
Antonio is a stunning example of young Italian man. He is somewhat short, standing about 5'7" and weighing about 180 lbs. His hair is a snarl of short brown curls, usually appearing almost black when he douses them in hair-gel. As a clash to the usual Kindred sense of sleek style, he tends to dress like the fallout of a 60's surf flick, in a garish Hawaiian shirt of some vivid color, open to reveal a tee-shirt of one color or another and a set of baggy shorts. His English is clear and almost English in its accent, but a far more Italian tone comes through if he is flustered. Antonio is quick to smile and has a rather easygoing personality (if one doesn't mind being called dude from time to time). He tends to be a dreamer, only half-aware of what's going on at times, whether this is from absentmindedness or sheer not caring has yet to be determined.

Background:
Antonio was born in 1970 in the Mausoleum, the ancestral Giovanni stronghold. His mother was a necromancer and "pure blooded", his father a distant cousin who made a tidy fortune selling guns to the rebels of Southeast Asia under the famous Martino della Passaglia. Due to his father's business, Antonio rarely met the man, leaving him in the grip of his mother. The woman, a true Giovanni to the core, strove to receive the Kiss, but her necromantic abilities fell far short. Her son however, showed much promise. The secluded life of the loggia did not appeal to him though, and he often found himself at his computer or in the dance clubs of Venice.

It was enroute to one of these escapes that he met his sire. Slipping through one of the many parlors of the Mausoleum after a dull lecture on the Shadowlands, he came across his great uncle Diego sitting at a table, swearing profusely at the laptop before him. Taught to respect his vampiric elders, Antonio sought to aid the near-frenzied vampire. Calming Diego, he managed to help the vampire figure out his "infernal contraption" and departed after promising him that he'd return for further lessons.

During one of these lessons, Antonio accidentally let slip that he'd been furthering his cash flow via editing a few bank records. Diego was impressed by this and called a council to petition his Embrace. Some of them wondered if it may have been a mistake.

Antonio has kept his cheerful, if somewhat befuddled personality even after the Embrace, while showing no interest in the family trades. As his sire puts it, "at least he makes a good diplomat for the Toreador." He attended night classes and eventually graduated from Oxford, though he rarely mentions it. "No good clubs in that part of England." Since then he's wandered wherever the family suggests he go (usually to keep him out of their hair). He's arrived in New Orleans hoping to enjoy the party scene, though he's sad he's already missed Mardi Gras. Oh well, always next year.