MORTELLE V, Vicente Joram

Look, my history is pretty lame I am not going to lie to you here. If I am to be completely honest I will tell you that I am guilty. I feel guilty all of the time and it fucking sucks. My mom died in child birth because of my asshole grandfather. Something about birthing a vampire and how it wreaks havoc on the body of a mortal. Fucker wouldn't let my dad change her in time. Woo. So my childhood starts out with me, my now single father, my dick hole of a grandfather and my super awesome grand mother.

When you lose the love of your life just as soon as your son is brought into this world it is sure the uproot everything you know. So I grew up through all of that. My dad was an alcoholic up until this summer when he decided enough was enough, but our relationship is still strained. In me not being able to approach him with the fact that I'm gay. Shh don't tell anyone I am still buried in the closet, but sometimes I think it's kind of obvious.

I went to Hogwarts for my first four years of education and decided to attempt a transfer to Beauregard as a kind of fuck it sort of thing. I wasn't sure with my marks in a few classes, but I could pass a practical with flying colors. As long as I wasn't forced to remember how to speak the words. OH! Did I mention that I'm a vampire? Ah right, yea a paragraph up. If you forgot there it is again. I'm a Mortelle, that name carries some sort of weight in the wizarding world. Considering we're a family of Vampires who run a vineyard in Italy. We have a love for garlic, they have a love for wine, (honestly I'm sick of it) and for the most part we follow Roman Catholisim in their positive teachings. Er, well my grandparents are devout.

I don't know what else to give you guys here. I suppose just find out more through interaction. OH!

I AM THE BEAUREGARD DEALER. I don't just do booze and drugs. If it's something that you can't easily get, like a candy, a magazine or... whatever it might be. I'm your guy.