Luciana

Name:Luciana Marsiliani
Height:5'10
Clan:Ventrue
Sire: Racheal Winters.
Office Held:Deputy
Nationality:Italian
Status, City London:3, Camarilla:2
Theme song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ou3_gfyh9Oc&playnext_from=TL&videos=GnHMjqOB2FY
Theme song 2: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LnSp9rgfel8
History:
Luci is a self-made street urchin. Born to poverty and conditions that would've broken a lessor person, she found a way to thrive. This was in part thanks to her beauty and strength of will. Assets which she routely used to her advantage.
Starting off as a brothel worker she beat the odds, by a willingness to commit unspeakable acts for the promise of a better life. What those acts may or maynot have been no one knows save one person and she isn't telling.
Her cold viciousness served her well as she went from Brothel worker to Brothel owner. When she decided she had enough of the life she sold all her workers into slavery, took the profits and left her home country. By age twenty three she was a citizen of the UK. Once there she went legit using her ill gotten profits to open a clothing store in Londons upscale district.
The qualities that marked her as an outsider in the male dominated world of finance caught the attention of her sire, Racheal. Seeing promise in the young woman she was ghouled.
Under Racheal she trained long and hard. She came to understand how to exploit weaknesses, channel her hatred into positive things. How to feed on it and draw strength from it. The value of using every situation to her advantage and even how to use illegal methods to turn a profit.
During the Camerilla civil war, she was killed by Valerius. In part because she refused to play dead when her mistress was risking death. Her sense of duty and undying devotion wouldn't allow it. That earned her a battle field embrace.
At present she's an immensely loyal Camarilla kindred who rarely speaks preferring to carry out whatever directives the clan or sheriff places in front of her. Recent events have estraged her from her creator, likely forever. When Racheal is spoken of in her presence she darkens slightly and refuses to speak of her creator good, bad or indifferent.