ADRIANA KOURKOUAS NEE VĂDUVA
Adriana's story starts with stupidity and sadism, neither of them hers. It starts with a Byzantine noble newly awakened as a mage and, having no contacts within that world, utterly incapable of assessing his own power. John Kourkouas would have been a Solificati if things had worked out differently, and perhaps even a good one. His first major action was a massive mistake though and he never recovered from it. Through good (bad?) luck he realised shortly after his awakening that the western foreigner leaving the city was more than he appeared, a vampire. Working with the vital essence of such a creature would be a step forwards, without a doubt, to perfecting his own physical form and after discrete enquiries around town he managed to find out that the foreigner hailed from Dacia to the west. He travelled there to confront the beast in its own lair, completely confident in his abilities.
Nikolae Trepescu, though knew of mages. Nikolae Trepescu knew most things; a Kolduni sorceror of great power with only Laanto Dormotji between him and the...being known as Tzimisce. Some upstart barely awakened kine was no threat and could have been dispatched effortlessly. That wasn't the route he took though, his sadism was far more developed than that. Instead he feigned bargaining for his life. No, no, please don't kill me, think of what I can offer you. And so on. Eventually a bargain was struck, a very human bargain. Because John was still new to being a mage and his desire to understand the secrets of the universe took a second place to his desire for an attractive and never aging wife. A peasant girl was chosen from one of the villages under Nikolae's rule and, after a brief training period, the two of them were dispatched beack to Byzantium. John happy with his new eternally young wife and confident he would eventually purify his flesh and become unaging alongside her. Nikolae, the wiser of the two by an immeasurable distance, happy with the certainty that John would regret trying to threaten him for the rest of his days.
He has. That was five hundred and thirty eight years ago and, for a given value of alive, he's still alive. And very much regretting it. Adriana took over the family without noticeable difficulty and used the contacts here sire had given her in Byzantium to parley her way into Cainite life. Periodically she makes minor changes to her appearance and reinvents herself as her daughter, snaring some stupid young noble who snaps up the chance to gain the Kourkouas riches from their sadly son-less family. Noone ever notices, who keeps track of these things on the centuries long scale that would be needed to spot a pattern. Besides the Cainites, of course, and they already know. Adriana has long since forgotten what she originally looked like, having "aged" and then become younger so very many times. She's rarely seen by the Kine anyway, and if her husband seems distracted constantly then, well, he's a busy man running the vineyards of the family. Noone who didn't know could possibly guess it was often her mind lurking behind his eyes. Noone who didn't know could ever guess that her centuries old first husband still existed - lived is a strong word - in the cavernous cellars of the house though even those who did know would struggle to recognise the crawling shambling monstrosity as human.
Among the kine that know her, which is few, she's known as an intelligent and witty young girl of seventeen - at the start of he campaign she's back at the start of the cycle - with the long black hair and pale skin of her family (she's no longer sure if those are original looks or something she picked up along the centuries, but its certainly lasted a while now).
Among the Cainites of the city, she's known as a sort of sommelier. She has, over the centuries, honed and further honed her taste for blood and now serves as a "procurer" of speciality and hard to find refreshments for Toreador salons, Malkavian whims, Setite rituals and Ventrue who are out of choices. Her easy procurement of anything you might ask spiced with anything you might ask is the source of her status and is supplied by alter egos througout the city and numerous fleshcrafted prisoners tended to by the tentacles of her once-husband.
Stats to follow in a bit