Name: Victor Lancet
Height: 6’3
Weight: 221 lbs.
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Dark brown
Age: 34 (Died at 34 as well)
Appearance: Victor has a strong jawline with overnight stubble along the edges. He’s extremely well built and took great pride in his body before his embrace. He has no hair on his chest or back. He has a deep voice. Victor prefers to maintain a clean appearance at all times.
History:
Victor was born into a wealthy family. He had two brothers, both older, and one younger sister. His childhood was restrictive to a degree that would make most people question why their mother and father had children at all. Private tutors, private schools, and more. Every single part of Victor’s life was lined up for him. There was nothing that wasn’t planned for.
From grade school to high school, Victor was directed and educated to perfection. He didn’t have time for friends; he didn’t have time for girls. After school, he was taken to private music lessons; after that, he was sent home to a private tutor. Meals were solitary affairs or done at a massive table in silence.
The stress and constant strain of being pushed finally hit Victor in 11th grade. His GPA slipped, and the fallout of that minor misstep would alter Victor’s life forever after. His Father was furious at his failure, and his mother supported his father unquestionably. Instead of going on a family vacation with everyone. He was punished and told to stay home and continue his studies. He was to make up for his GPA and be under constant instruction from tutors. Summer school and more.
The plane his family took was a private jet that crashed over the Gulf of Mexico. There were no survivors. The entire aircraft took months to locate and recover. This single event changed everything about Victor and the life his family set up for him. Suddenly, at the age of 17, he was given a fortune. The caveat came with the guardian that was also assigned to him. Conditions needed to be met for Victor to receive the family’s fortunes. His father never missed a beat, and this was no exception.
Victor continued his schooling, though not quite as diligently as he had before. He excelled in college and graduated with honors only a few years after starting. He focused his attention on stocks and business acquisitions. Victor didn’t have to try hard to be successful because the business his father had set up ran perfectly fine without him and was a natural success on its own.
At the age of 34, Victor had a life that someone could only dream of. Limos, yachts, private jets, and mansions. He hardly had to work at all, making a small appearance from time to time but otherwise just signing papers that made him a natural success. Eventually, Victor decided to try something new, and with the board’s approval, he set out to acquire a struggling business called Midnight Stocks and Bonds. His goal was to use this struggling firm to buy stocks in unstable markets. To take chances where his company simply would not. To enjoy projects and more.
Controlling the company proved difficult. Stone-walled one after another, it at times appeared as if people would one day agree and completely disagree the next day. It infuriated Victor, and for the next several months, he spent millions dismantling the company from every angle he could. Finally, he fired the entire company’s staff and hired his own men. This was yet another point that would change Victor’s life forever.
Unbeknownst to Victor, he had been playing a game with a powerful and well-known Ventrue. Even more impressive, with dedication and understanding and a considerable amount of wealth, Victor won his little game, or so he thought. He had garnered the attention of one Preston Maldon, a Ventrue who was excited to meet Victor.
The day was like any other; night had fallen, and Victor was working late, pride seeping from every part of him on the victory he gained, while Preston walked into the building. At first, Victor didn’t notice as the man walked through the building like he owned it. Nothing slowed him down. Security opened doors for him like they knew him. When the knock came on his office, Preston entered.
Victor was embraced that very night and would spend the next six months in constant study with his Sire. Learning everything there was to learn about the life he was now part of, about the Camarilla, about the Masquerade, about all of it. Worse still, Victor was forced to sign over everything he owned to Preston as a gift for eternal life. Leaving Victor broke for the first time in his life. ‘It’s a learning experience, you’ll come out stronger for it.’ Preston said, and that was the end of Victor’s life of luxury.
He was given enough money to stay afloat, but not much more than that. After his lessons were finished, he was presented to the Prince of the city. Shockingly, the Prince had no need for another Ventrue, especially one that had nothing to offer the court. ‘Since Preston took everything for himself.’ So, by order of the Prince, Victor was forcefully relocated to Detroit.