Vicario Sanguinis || Underboss of I Silenti Sovrani

Name: Vicario Sanguinis Title: The Blood Vicar Rank: Underboss of I Silenti Sovrani Real Name: Unknown – he abandoned it after his rebirth under Don Immortale. Nicknames: Il Fumo, The Crimson Shadow, Son of Ashes

Appearance: A commanding figure, Vicario Sanguinis is dark-skinned, with a sculpted physique that carries the elegance of a champion and the danger of a predator. His short, sharply styled hair gives him a polished look, but the burn-marked cross branded across his cheek forever mars that perfection. No one knows if it was a relic of a past life—monk, warrior, slave—or a punishment he earned. He wears sleek, modern suits designed for both style and sudden violence, often sleeveless to show the black-ink sigils on his arms meant to contain his bloodlust.

His eyes, calm most of the time, flare ruby red when hunger or rage take over. When they glow, it’s already too late.

Personality: Vicario is disciplined but volatile—a paradox walking on a knife’s edge. He serves Don Immortale with fanatic loyalty, yet the hunger in him is not just for blood, but for autonomy. Power whispers to him constantly, and though he kneels, a part of him dreams of standing alone. He is respected by the Adepti and feared by lesser soldiers. Unlike the colder figures in the hierarchy, Vicario feels things—deeply. His passion makes him magnetic, his rage makes him dangerous. His relationship with faith is particularly complex: once a man of belief, now a creature that recoils at the sound of prayer. He hides it well, but the scar on his face burns when choirs sing.

Quirks: Always Leaves a Window Cracked: Wherever he stays, even temporarily, he insists a window or door be slightly ajar. Not for escape- but for breath. He claims total stillness "chokes the beast." Whispers Before He Kills: He whispers a phrase in Latin before a killing blow—“Memini te” (“I remember you”)—as if the act is more than murder. Maybe a reminder, maybe penance. Keeps an Old Rosary—Burned, Twisted: He carries it in his coat pocket, even though touching it stings his skin. No one knows why. He never speaks of it.

Never Feeds on the Young Whether out of twisted morality or past guilt, Vicario will never feed on those who look or feel too young. He’s snapped at Adepti who brought him such “offerings.”

Speaks to Shadows When He Thinks No One’s Listening: It’s unclear if he’s communing with something—or just hearing echoes of his smokeform's fragmented self. But sometimes, when he’s alone... he speaks. The shadows answer.

Wears Gloves During Prayer Hours If near a church at dusk or dawn, Vicario will don gloves—leather, tight-fitting—as if shielding himself from some unseen judgment in the air. Eats Garlic—Out of Spite: Not raw, not often—but cooked. A small act of rebellion, or proof of his will. “Poison tastes better when you choose to swallow it,” he once told Laceratore.

Distinctive Traits: Smokeform: Can shift into a cloud of black smoke, useful for travel, evasion, or infiltration. When in this form, he can pass through cracks, vents, or even lungs. Shadowstep: Has the rare ability to travel between shadows—an unpredictable form of teleportation that comes with a risk of disorientation. Faith-Wounded: Religious icons, holy water, and genuine prayer weaken him—not like fire, but like a pressure he cannot endure for long. Combat Proficiency: Trained in close quarters combat, dual-wields silver-reinforced knives and favors overwhelming speed.

Backstory: No one knows his real name—not even himself. The branding on his face was the last gift from his human life. Don Immortale found him bleeding out in a monastery courtyard after some betrayal long since buried in ash. Whether he was a priest turned monster or a murderer seeking shelter among saints, he will not say.

What is known is that he rose through I Silenti Sovrani with brutal speed. Not just for his power, but for his willingness to act when others hesitated. He became Vicario Sanguinis, the Blood Vicar, second only to the Don himself.

Relationships Within the Circle:

Don Immortale (The boss of I Silenti Sovrani): Mentor. Master. Father. Prison. Vicario worships Don Immortale, but not blindly. He owes him everything, yet resents the leash around his neck. Their relationship is complex, like a knight who serves a king he secretly believes he could replace—if only he dared. The Don knows this. He encourages it—because ambition sharpened into obedience is more useful than blind loyalty.

Consigliere Tenebris (The Dark Counselor – Advisor): Mistrust and unspoken threats. Vicario does not trust Tenebris. The two represent opposite ends of power—Vicario acts, Tenebris manipulates. Where Vicario bleeds, Tenebris whispers. Still, the Don trusts them both, which forces a cold, professional cooperation. Tenebris once told him, "You're the sword. I'm the whisper that makes the king pick it up." Vicario did not smile.

Capo di Sangue (Blood Captain – Enforcer Commander): Enemies. Rivals. Occasionally... something more. They clash often—two predators in a den of wolves. She mocks his honor; he mocks her cruelty. Yet something dangerous sparks between them, especially after shared battles. It's said she once bit him during a fight—not to feed, but to test his reaction. He didn’t stop her. He also never speaks of it.

Laceratore (The Ripper – Elite Soldier): Respected, feared, and sometimes restrained. Vicario sees something of himself in Laceratore—the same unchained rage, the same hunger for more. But where Vicario has learned to channel it, Laceratore still succumbs. He guides him in the field, but often with a hand hovering near a blade—just in case.

The Adepti (Human Servants & Initiates): Uses them often, rarely trusts them. He trains some personally, especially those who show promise. But he knows mortals can be weak, foolish, or turned. He watches them from the shadows, more a looming presence than a commanding voice. When one fails, he doesn't raise his voice. He simply removes the chain from their neck himself.

Mafia Group: I Silenti Sovrani Translation: The Silent Sovereigns

I Silenti Sovrani is not merely a crime syndicate—it is a clandestine empire. Based across Europe but with influence stretching globally, they operate through whispered orders, blood pacts, and blackmail so deeply buried it becomes law. The Sovereigns favor silence and subtlety; wars are won before the first shot is fired, and betrayals are punished so discreetly that even the traitor’s family forgets they existed.

Motto: "Obbedienza silenziosa, sovranità eterna." (Silent obedience, eternal sovereignty.)

World building: The Crimson Codex: A forbidden tome held in the Don’s private vault, bound in the skin of a traitor-king. It contains rituals, blood oaths, and names that shouldn’t be remembered. The Vault of Silence: Beneath an old monastery in Rome, a chamber where the Don communes with the “first ones”—silent, petrified vampiric ancestors locked in eternal thought. Only Tenebris may enter with him. The Night Market: A supernatural black market where information, bloodlines, and souls are traded. I Silenti Sovrani controls half of it—directly and through proxies.