Jose was not one of the few, the lucky, the chosen of Mexico. He was among the rabble, the orphans, the street scum, the forgotten and diseased. How he survived in his youth he cannot remember too well, although nightmares of transgressions against him trouble him to this day. However, he did not end up like the misery that is, and rather aimed higher and attained succession from scum and elevation into the ranks of comfort and some piece of mind followed. Sex was the nightmare Jose endured as a child, but not the sexual practices he now advocates and arranges. This was for survival. He was lucky to survive beyond thirteen, but his memories of that time were irrevocably lost except in dream. At the age of thirteen Jose hardened. He somehow fought out of the miasma gripping him. His survival gifted him intellect, wit and cunning. He used it to advance himself out of the slums. It was an older woman that he sought to be near. She was well known at night, driving around red-light districts - wealthy, respected, sought-after. Jose set his goal on her and prepared what he had to say to make her notice him, not just as another sex miscreant. As she pulled over to one of the many teenage boys for sale, he made sure he was the first and with determination said his piece. From that moment his life changed. She smiled, impressed with his demeanor and will and let him in. That day was the first day of Jose. By empowering himself, he was allowed the chance of freedom. She required sex of him, but unlike other partners, it was a gradual process, and one of sensuality and pleasure and not of rough thrusts and semen. For once he was with a woman. Her manor was unexpected, unbelievable. He spent his next six years with there with her, learning the sensualities of the body. She was liberal, bringing partners home for both of them. His introduction into magic came a year later when usual sex was simply not enough. She indoctrinated him into the Lore of Passion slowly and wisely. Over the years his mind turned to other things, other expressions. Literature and art became a focus, another expression of himself. His mind eagerly devoured books and he began to experiment with visual images, overlapping his nightmares with modern symbols of Mexico's decay. It was not an intended strike at becoming an 'artiste' but more something he did when she was not there, when he lurked alone in her marble manor. It was a young girl whom suggested to Jose that he show his work to others, something he rebelled at instantly, shocked at such a request. The youth ran to his mentor who calmed the raging Jose and she suggested why not. He had little idea she was preparing him for her departure. He was eighteen. With her influence and the caliber of his work, if a little precocious and adolescent, a showing was arranged and his success grew like a wildflower. Over the next year an income was generated, and he found himself caught up in a women-filled lifestyle. He grew apart from his mentor over the last year, so when she passed away in her bed, he was shocked and surprised. Up until then he realized he had never known her name. Thalia Valero was old when she died. 82. Everything was left to Jose. And then he realized what she had done for him, preparing him for life. The next ten years he spent as any wealthy young bachelor would. Women, magic, and art. His career boomed over the next five years, introducing him as a mainstay of post-modern art in Mexico and the Americas. Decay of mankind and sexual primality represented in all media. Friends flocked to him, yet he chose wisely, selecting only a few of intellect. His adolescent attraction with mentally inept buxom women blossomed into a love of women with words and opinions. Always experimenting magically with partners, he never once found someone he could build a relationship on. As a result, his closest friends learned the basics of the Lore of Passion, but never to the skill that he himself wields. Jose's mansion, inherited from his lover Thalia Valero, is a beautiful three-storied white marble manor of sweeping stairs and architecture and art. His pool opens out onto a wild jungle garden, the water flush with the black glass sides and overlooks the city. His friends stay here with him, but do not officially live with him. On the few dark times when he has wanted isolation they have left him. Jose's studio is a massive den with huge ceiling to floor French doors. Canvas, paper, computers, scanners, printers, statues, including a bed with photo and video set-up, etc stretch the room with the walls bare of decoration. appearance: Jose could have been a model, his looks, style, charm are something that appears presented as a movie star. His aura is sexually sensual and he has the charm of a Casanova. He is never over dressed. Rather, his clothes, though tailored, are simple, loose and comfortable. He walks with importance and elegance. personality: Jose is not as calm as he appears. He feels anxious and is restless, yet he exudes calm and collectiveness. He treats everyone well if they do so him. He respects women and has disdain for those who do not. Jose finds himself stopping to help children in the slums recently and many recognize this and oftentimes he finds himself swarmed by hungry arms. He is not sure why he is kind to the children. game-mastering hints: You are looking. Something is beyond your reach, and you need to reach it before moving on. It is a stage you must accomplish. You think it may be her, the prostitute who is an angel in disguise. Be friendly and good-natured. People most often believe it heart-felt, and most times it is. You are no fool. Intelligent beyond normal ken your perception extends into Metropolis. plot points: Jose and his 'groupies' are looking for Sofia Del Sol. His coterie recognize the importance of her to Jose and are doing their best to find her. Jose is also slowly growing a conscience for the poor people of Mexico and his nightmares are driving him to the light. He helps many without question or expectation. His mental balance is high (positive).