Andre Renard

French, Toreador, Mute


Andre Renard
Nature: Curmudgeon
Demeanor Bon Vivant


Strength 1
Dexterity 3
Stamina 2

Charisma 5 The Voice
Manipulation 1
Appearance 4 Schmancy

Perception 3
Intelligence 2
Wits 3


Alertness 0
Athletics 0
Brawl 0
Dodge 0
Empathy 3
Expression 3
Intimidation 3
Leadership 0
Streetwise 0
Subterfuge 1

Animal Ken 0
Crafts 0
Drive 1
Etiquette 3
Firearms 1
Melee 2
Performance 3
Security 1
Stealth 2
Survival 0

Academics 1
Computer 0
Finance 1
Investigation 0
Law 0
Linguistics 1
Medicine 0
Occult 0
Politics 2
Science 0


Status 1
Generation 4
Resources 4
Fame 1
Retainer 1

Auspex 1
Presence 3

Conscience 3
Self-control 5
Courage 2

Humanity 8
Willpower 5

Intolerance to bad smells -1
Prey Exclusion ewww -1
Can’t Cross Running Water -3
Cursed -2

Iron Will +3

Clan Weakness – Ooh Shiny – Self-Control dif 6 when confronted with truly beautiful things


This french fop was embraced shortly after his thirty-six birthday and brought across the pond by his sire to the Americas. He was embraced to preserve an amazing voice that he refuses to ‘waste’ on those he feels are unworthy, meaning anyone less than royalty or a high ranking political figure will never hear his voice under anything but dire circumstances.

Andre is of a ‘delicate’ constitution and while well versed in the art of fencing, much prefers to leave any fighting or other difficulties to his gentleman’s gentlemen Gaspard and those he’s entranced with his voice, or just simply Entranced to do his bidding in the temporary. Prone to fainting he will quite often pass out into Gaspard’s arms to be taken away from an offensive smell or carried across running water. He’s also often scolded for his pickiness when comes to feeding as a speck of dirt or a misplaced bit of clothing or hair will easily put him off his meal.

Blond and thin he is every bit as handsome as his prized voice and easily makes his way to and through the elite circles as well as political ones looking for those he may speak to. Though he is not tall, one does not comment on his height more than once without consequences as he is fairly quick to anger when confronted with things that make him uncomfortable and prone to fighting over petty slights.

Though they never part on what can be considered ‘happy’ terms, his relationship with his sire is a friendly one and he will seek his sire’s company almost religiously when she is near as she is one of the few that he will speak freely with. She was also embraced for her operatic voice and adores Andre’s singing but has heard it rarely even herself as he is even more exclusive with it to the point that only a tiny handful have ever heard it for a single note.

“Break us down to our smallest components and we are but a note in the universe.”

Andre Renard

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