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With regards to my acting... I'm not sure how it derived. I've had it ever since I was a child and was what caused the separation from my family. They tolerated my performances for the servants. The servants enjoyed it since they were unable to attend the real events. I would go with my older brothers, remembering each line, each action then would return home to perform the entire play for the rest of the household. They would all cheer and applaud saying I had a gift for it. My three older brothers were in line for the title so I knew I would never get it anyway. When the second oldest wanted to leave Spain, I begged him to let me go as well. I wanted to travel and he was going to South America. After being an annoying pest for weeks, he finally agreed to let me go. My parents told me that I had to give up my acting and boyish ways, I would be representing the family there. With a heavy heart, I stopped and went with my brother to Chile. It was here my brother bought up all the land from an old Lord who lie on his deathbed with no children. The city of Santiago in Chile is from that endeavor. I could not leave acting behind as my parents had instructed me. I would sneak out to see the festivals and performances and dance around in my chambers, reenacting them. I even was able to convince the troop to let me perform with them once. The crowd loved it, but little did I know that my brother had sent someone to watch me and returned to him with the news. A few months later, after correspondence between my brother and my parents had taken place, I was cast out, an embarrassment to the family. I had nothing, not even my name. It was here my first name became Santiago since I could no longer legally claim it as my heritage.I began performing on the streets for food or money. I found a couple traveling troops that took me in, but I tired of the same performance over and over again so soon left and went back to my own pieces performed on the streets. It was then I met the creature that was to give me the Dark Gift. She was beautiful and she offered me a place to stay, if only I would perform only for her. I couldn't resist, I wanted nothing more then to please her. I would perform plays and pieces of other scripted works for her in her chambers in the early evenings. When I was done she would invite me to her bed and let me please her as often as I could before I would fall asleep. When I would awake in the mornings, she would be gone. It continued on like this for years and out of fear of being forced out on the streets once again, I never questioned it. We traveled everywhere, I was in heaven. It was on my 28th birthday that she finally told me what she was and offered me the Dark Gift. To me it meant this perfect life continuing forever... I accepted. As with all of our kind, becoming immortal enhances our natural talents. My acting took on new heights of emotion and passion, it didn't matter how horrible a job I thought I had done, I was adored. My singing and dancing improved as well, I picked things up after watching them only once, I learned everything I could as fast as possible. Several years later we found ourselves in Paris and she had me meet with Armand, he had just taken over the coven. After a brief discussion, that I was not privy to, I was accepted in to the Theatre and she left a few days later. I never knew what I had done to have her leave me, especially like that but I found a new home there... Given my desire to learn and the ability to mimic others perfectly I found myself rising within the ranks of the coven quickly, helping teach the others their roles. Armand always kept a close eye on me, perhaps I was too eager? I would sit in the shadows and watch him, he knew I was there, but he would permit me this pleasure. I learned each of his movements, his gestures. I began to know his thoughts just by how he stood before the coven. I never intruded upon his thoughts, I only ever saw what he wanted me to. Most times he would humor my questions about his past, but I knew quickly which memories were off limits to me. I knew when he would tire of me because he would send me to watch Nicolas for a time. Nicolas was another amazing creature to me. Insane, yet such a clarity for music and writing. It was many a night I sat motionless on the bench outside his cell, my legs pulled up close to me, my head sitting on my knees watching him. It usually took Celeste coming down and dragging me away before the trance would be broken. When I learned everything I wanted to from each of our coven, I would head out onto the streets and mimic the mortals. They never interested me in the same way though, they were too easy. When Armand told me there were a couple new vampires in town, I wanted the chance to invite them to our performance, I had to see them. You all are aware of the night I first met Louis, I don't need to go into any more detail there. Had I known then what would come to pass within the coven at the hand of Louis, I might not have been as eager. Several of the coven escaped that fire through the old tunnels. I had lost a lot of blood from the neck wound and my flesh was charred from the fire, but I survived. Even with her own burnt flesh, Celeste had taken care of me and I owed her my gratitude from then on. We learned that Armand had escaped and had even assisted Louis. I was annoyed with this, but knowing what I learned from Armand, it was not unexpected. The coven split from there. Every now and again we find ourselves back together, but it never lasts long. I perform when I can, most times it is only for myself in my own home, but there are a few times I have ventured to take a role in an actual play... I regret nothing I have ever done and the souls I've sent into an afterlife were sent there of their own lives, not because of anything I've ever done to them. I find myself quite ready to see the next role that I will play.