MATA
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Martina Provenzano was
born in the year of our Lord...1477 to an Italian general and daughter
of man of government. Her mother, Josephina died in childbirth leaving little Martina to
be
raised in the hands of her socialite grandmother. Growing up in the Tuscan valley she
spent her
days basking in the sunlight, reading aloud the works of Dante and various Greek and Roman
tales.
As she aged, Martina took her steps into society, attending balls and parties, catching
the
eyes of quite a number of young men. Her dark brown hair cascaded down her back, tan skin
glittering molasses brown eyes, and bright red full lips made her hard not to notice. The
man
that caught her eye though was a shipping tycoon who ran his operation from Rome. Anthony
Lazzaroni is what he went by. He was the epitome of masculine beauty; tall, dark, and
handsome.
After noticing his fine qualities at various events, she built up the courage to start a
conversation with him. He came off as very intelligent and charming, quite taken aback at
Martina.
They would meet for lunch or share a stroll together along the canals, even to go as far
as
holding hands amongst mixed company. One evening while taking a turn through the garden,
away
from the watchful eye of her grandmother, Anthony told her what he was. He spoke softly as
not
to frighten the beautiful creature away. Martina listened intently, his tone soothing her
worries.
When he finished she mumbled so as to confirm his confession, �A vampire, prestigious
at that.�
He added; �Venture.� She had a choice he told her, either die in his arms or be
given a rebirth
after he drained her of life. She chose the later, longing to fell his embrace and the
feeling of
being loved eternally. After the exchange, the couple simply disappeared, though Martina
longed to
tell her grandmother, she had passed away suddenly. Her father brushed off the news of the
disappearance of his only daughter, figuring she ran off to marry an undesirable young
man.
Anthony moved his new treasure to his home in Rome, where he taught her what she would
need
to survive and gave coaching in a few other areas. He kept her as his pet, dressing his
little
doll as he pleased, taking her out to play with on his terms. He soon moved his operation
underground and slowly built and empire through Italy and eastern Spain. It was now 1729
and
Martina was growing sick of her doll-esq life and the treatment she received from her
megalomaniac sire. She tried desperately to gain her independence. First by saving the
small
amounts of money she was given every month, investing it into various local businesses.
Anthony
soon found out of her little venture into the business world and quickly took control of
her
assets, profiting on them himself.
Martina felt more trapped than ever and Anthony had lost every interest in her except for
that of
the sexual nature. He soon sired another, Michael, an up and coming young business man
from the north.
Martina had taken a friend of her own, Vincent Varazze, one of the best swordsmen in
Europe at the
time. She had met him at an exhibition hosted by another in the clan. Martina talked him
to
teaching her how to yield a sword in exchange for pleasures of the flesh. She picked up
the skill
of wielding a sword rather quickly and knew what she had to do to free herself from her
caged.
She asked Michael to join her for tea one evening and soon taught the new addition to the
family
a lesson; striking the fatal blow as Anthony walked in to find his new progeny fall dead
to the floor.
It was the final blow Martina dealt him, picking her up by the hair, tossing her off the
fourth
story balcony telling his bird to fly far away. With a smirk on her face she flew.
First to the royal courts of France and Spain using her �skills� to gain
financial independence
and social status. After the suitable amount of mortal years she disappeared again to
travel the
world. First to Africa where she sketched the pyramids and exotic creatures of the land.
Then to the Caribbean, befriending a sugar plantation owner in Cuba. Next she took on the
Americas,
spending time in the American south and Mexico, learning the ways and dances of the lands.
It was now 1845, Martina decided to leave the excitement of the new world behind her and
set out
for the Orient. First stop, Japan. There Martina found that many a man enjoyed hearing the
purr
of an Italian geisha in his ear. Becoming bored with the lifestyle she had in Japan, she
traveled
to India, intrigued with the exotic dancing. Martina found herself a friend and teacher in
a
Toreador dancer, Dahlia. She soon learned the art and was entertaining in salons around
India.
Finding peace in each other, Dahlia and Martina became blood bound. The two women knew
their souls
belonged together. Martina or Mata as Dahlia called her adopted the Toreador ways and
started a new life.
Shortly before the outbreak of World War I the pair traveled to Europe, longing to share
the beauty of
Eastern dance with Western society. Things went well for the first few years until
Mata�s sire, Anthony,
surfaced at one of their parlor performances. Dahlia, not knowing who he was, feel under
his charm and
Anthony took her life, a present from Michael he whispered to Mata. Crushed, she fled to
New York City
and crawled into a shell, surrounding herself with books, intellectual thought, anything
to keep her mind
off the tragedy in Europe.
Then during the 1950�s, Mata found a new love, fashion. She started investing into
various couture houses
in New York, even designing a bit on the side. Mata claims to have created the pill box
hat, Capri pants,
and the Peter Pan collar. Even asserting responsibility for the popularization of Nehru
jackets and Indian
dress in the 1960�s. Mata remains a powerful in the fashion industry, in control of
the majority of the
New York houses and a few in London. With her Venture mind and Toreador heat, she is truly
a charming creature.
