Ignacio Valdés
Pronouns: He/Him
Height: 5’11”
Build: Athletic
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Dark brown
Skin Color: Olive-cool brown
Occupation: Survivor
Apparent Age: Late 30s
Date of Birth: November 4th, 1958
Date of Embrace: July 8th, 1997
Sire: Unknown (believed destroyed during a Luxidine raid)
Childer: Unknown (believed destroyed during a Luxidine raid)
City Status: 3
City Title: Unknown
Clan: Ventrue
Bloodline: Keravnos
Clan Status: 4
Clan Title: Unknown
Covenant: Invictus
Covenant Title: Baron
Visible Effects:
A faint static hum clings to him, occasionally making his hair or jewelry subtly vibrate with unnatural tension, like the air before a storm. Wherever he goes, his scent lingers—a rich blend of smooth tobacco, spiced rum, and expensive oud oil that settles into the room like a signature. His smile is warm, inviting, always a little disarming, yet never without calculation. Every word he speaks carries that relaxed Cuban cadence, soaked in honeyed confidence that makes danger sound like an invitation. And when anger stirs behind his eyes, the Keravonos storm coils just beneath the surface—rarely rising, but always ready.
Description:
Ignacio Valdés walks into a room and owns it without ever raising his voice. His tailored suits fit like second skin — usually dark silk or deep navy, open at the collar just enough to reveal flashes of gold chains and sun-kissed skin. His black hair is slicked back, a few deliberate strands falling loose to frame his chiseled jaw. His eyes, deep brown with just the faintest glint of mirth, track every movement in the room like a man who once had to measure every threat.
He lounges like a man who was born to expensive leather chairs — one arm always draped with casual dominance, fingers heavy with silver and platinum rings. In dim light, the faintest shimmer of supernatural static sometimes dances at the edge of his outline, a Keravonos tell that reminds the keen-eyed he’s never just at rest.
A soft, expensive cologne lingers on him — warm, rich, and complex: oud, tobacco, and a hint of rum. It clings to the air long after he’s gone.
His easy, charming smile disarms many, and always hides just enough — warmth wrapped around calculation.
Personality:
Ignacio Valdés was born in the art of power — first through violence, then through respect. As a mortal, he ran one of Miami’s most dominant cartels through the 80s and 90s, thriving in the old world of loyalty, intimidation, and influence. But unlife taught him something far more intoxicating than product or territory: permanence.
In his Embrace, Ignacio retired from the games he once played on the streets — but the habits never left. Power is still his drug of choice. These nights, he operates like a patient chess master, quietly manoeuvring in Invictus circles, investing in new ventures, pulling strings behind the scenes, and mentoring younger Kindred who remind him of himself.
He’s dangerously charming — a man who can put you at ease while studying how to own you. He plays the long game. The thrill no longer comes from street-level bloodshed, but from orchestrating something larger — influence that echoes through cities, courts, and bloodlines.
But if pushed, the old fire is still there. That cartel-born brutality simmers beneath his calm exterior, ready to strike like lightning when disrespected.
He doesn’t make threats. He makes offers. And people tend to say yes.