My existence has always had a certain irony to it. I was born in a whore house, and it was in one that I died as well. I spent most of my life in them, and now it seems I spend most of my unlife there as well. There are worse fates, I suppose. When I was a young man, there was nothing like a pretty face to get my heart pumping. Now that I am a vampire, things have not changed all that much, just the mechanics behind it.
My mother was a whore by the name of Anne. She lived and died in France during the Fifteenth Century. One night, she had a young man sharing her companionship for the evening. She did not realize that the man was Prince Edward, the rightful king of England. The men that had accompanied her client, however, took careful note of who the young prince had spent the night with. They reported back to Edward's mother, Margaret, who had the girl taken off the next morning, to await and determine if her son's passion would result in a grandson. It did. Unfortunately, nine months later, as Edward was dying at the Battle of Tewkesbury, Anne was dying in childbirth.
For eleven years, Daffyd was fostered under the care of Margaret's cousins in France, where she kept tabs of her grandson. She had aspirations of returning to the throne of England, but her advisors cautioned against restarting the War of the Roses. Without the supporters necessary, Margaret waited and plotted until she was captured and executed for her "crimes of treason" against the English crown. Those who knew the true identity of Daffyd decided it was best that he never know the truth of his birth.
Daffyd grew up knowing every luxury and vice that one who was raised in his station could. He gained quite the reputation among the ladies and even some of the men of the court for his appetites. There was hardly a brothel in or around Lorraine that did not know Daffyd. It was not just those of the court that noticed the young man.
One night, while in the arms of one of his favorite whores, Daffyd was attacked by a beautiful woman with hair and eyes as pitch as hell itself. He watched the vampiress drink the life from pretty Isabel, then bring her bloody lips to his in a kiss. The next thing he knew he was tied to an unfamiliar bed surrounded by death. He prayed for mercy; he found none. He prayed for release; he found death. He had prayed for death; he found life eternal.
When he rose, she gave him a new name, Nathaniel, to symbolize his new start. She taught him everything he needed to know and more. She indulged him in ways that he had never dreamed - new desires, new pleasures, new appetites. She taught him the differences and the similarities of pleasure and pain and how to use both to get what you want.
For over two hundred years, he was the constant companion, lover, son, and student to Angelique. Together their appetites were almost unquenchable. In time, their fondness for each other grew less. She released him from her command, and the two parted company on pleasant terms. Over the centuries, they have found each other, come to one another's aid, and brought havoc to the surrounding area.
In time, Nathaniel saw the unending possibilities of the new world and sought out his own space in America, where things were not quite to crowded as they were in the Old World. Eventually, Nathaniel settled into Boston, where he has pushed the market for vice to the limits of each period of time. As the sexual revolution began, recreational drugs, and freedom of expression, Nathaniel realized that he had found his paradise.
He was always content to peddle flesh in all manner of ways. He had no desire for personal power, content to remain in the shadows. When things went wrong, it was the Master of the City who had to answer for it. But then in 2010, the Master of the City disappeared, and instead of sending someone to take over The Council placed him in charge of the city - an offer that he couldn't refuse. So now, he finds himself in the uncomfortable position that he had for so long avoided.
After he became Master of the City and felt the surge of power from it, Nathaniel finally embraced his nature that he had been fighting against for so long. When he did, stopped subconsciously fighting against his nature and began to reach more of his potential as the master vampire that he had truly been for centuries. One surprise that came with that power was the ability to call leopards as his animal, a thing that he was quite delighted in considering the attractiveness of many of the city's wereleopards.
