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'''Behavior:''' In city where the fashion and image conscious compete to out do one another, he barely stirs the interest of his hedonistic clanmates. Despite his humble beginnings, he has learned a great deal about how to improve his image and uses that knowledge to a calculated effect. And yet, his unwillingness to pay heed to the current score of who is more beautiful than whom and his willingness to just be himself has a tendency to enrage the ever-beautiful, ever vain Parisian Toreador who feel that in some underhanded way he is deliberately flouting those things that give them a sense of self-entitlement; wouldn't they be surprised to discover that they were absolutely correct? Over the last few decades the hedonists of Paris have tried to break his unique spirit, but all they have done is fan the flames of his hatred for them, like Louis from 'Interview with the Vampire' he is deeply passionate soul and when he finally takes his revenge on the effete vampires of Paris, it won't be so much the end of a vendetta as a final reckoning -- ending in flames.  
 
'''Behavior:''' In city where the fashion and image conscious compete to out do one another, he barely stirs the interest of his hedonistic clanmates. Despite his humble beginnings, he has learned a great deal about how to improve his image and uses that knowledge to a calculated effect. And yet, his unwillingness to pay heed to the current score of who is more beautiful than whom and his willingness to just be himself has a tendency to enrage the ever-beautiful, ever vain Parisian Toreador who feel that in some underhanded way he is deliberately flouting those things that give them a sense of self-entitlement; wouldn't they be surprised to discover that they were absolutely correct? Over the last few decades the hedonists of Paris have tried to break his unique spirit, but all they have done is fan the flames of his hatred for them, like Louis from 'Interview with the Vampire' he is deeply passionate soul and when he finally takes his revenge on the effete vampires of Paris, it won't be so much the end of a vendetta as a final reckoning -- ending in flames.  
  
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'''History:''' Seconds ticked by as Simon slept and dreamed of a magnificent medieval castle sitting at the summit of the higher of two twinned mountains. Then as dreams are wont, he was walking its seemingly new halls, through endless corridors, past great libraries and the workshops of hermetic wizards. He was looking for something, or was it someone important? In his hand he carried a odd, ivory dagger, like the tusk of some extinct animal it must have belonged to a saber-tooth tiger or prehistoric bear. But it felt right in his hand, like it belonged there, had been there his whole life. His thoughts refused to run in straight lines and he couldn't recall exactly what he was supposed to do when he found what he was looking for. As in many dreams, suddenly there was a spontaneous, if incomplete recollection of his mission, he was here to kill a woman with the knife. Which woman? And why? Who gave him this mission to murder some medieval woman in cold blood? There was that bizarre realization that sometimes occurs during somnolent sojourns like this, that if he just had enough time to wander this dark medieval fortress, that all his fleeting memories would return to him like a murder of crows. Unfortunately, and predictably, as he rounded the next corner he heard his own hoarse scream and everything went black...
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=== '''History''' ===
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Simon le Gris was Embraced almost fifty years ago, in a city beset by the savage Sabbat. His sire wasn't anyone of significance, just a Toreador cornered by a small group of Sabbat. But Simon was there at the right moment to turn the tide of the struggle, and when the fight was over the young Toreador drained him to feed his insatiable hunger, but horrified by the animalistic act of killing his rescuer, Simon's sire gave him eternal life and damnation instead of oblivion. Despite the circumstances, Leslie wilkes had no permission from his prince to create a childe and hid Simon away until he could find a way to smuggle the fledgling out of Denver. Leslie gave Simon more than immortality and an eternal thirst for human blood, however, he give the fledgling a crash course in being Kindred and Toreador before shipping him off to Paris. The journey to France was far from pleasant or safe, but Simon learned how to survive and hunt without drawing attention to himself. Once he reached the City of Lights, his true ordeal began as the Parisian Toreador rejected him for being an American who couldn't speak French, for not being an artist and for his mundane appearance. For a decade he struggled to survive at the edge of Parisian society, eking out a living by stealing and sheltering with the so called 'Low Clans'. As time passed he learned to speak Parisian French and he made it his mission to speak the language better than his gorgeous peers. After proving to the Court of Paris that he could speak their oh-so civilized tongue, he found his niche as storyteller, first in the streets of Paris less desirable districts and then latter in the countless theaters of the City of Lights. Tonight, he acts as an agent representing the untouchable vampires of Paris among their more civilized and self-important betters. This willingness to dirty his hands with the ugly, insane and worst of all, the clanless, has granted him the toleration of his Clan, for now.  
  
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...There is an old Romanian folk belief that dreams are harbingers of future events, that their portents are the clues that ''Providence'' provides us as tools to save ourselves from an otherwise dark and terrifying world. If Simon believed such things, when he awoke, he would have spent the precious seconds necessary to memorize every detail of that strange, seeming irrelevant dream. But there is a dissonance between the two states of our mind, the transition from the unconscious to conscious can be fraught with stops and starts, and unless trained to reflect upon the details of dreams they slip away like wisps of smoke dissolving in a cool morning breeze.     
 
  
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Simon le Gris was Embraced almost fifty years ago, in a city beset by the savage Sabbat. His sire wasn't anyone of significance, just a Toreador cornered by a small group of Sabbat. But Simon was there at the right moment to turn the tide of the struggle, and when the fight was over the young Toreador drained him to feed his insatiable hunger, but horrified by the animalistic act of killing his rescuer, Simon's sire gave him eternal life and damnation instead of oblivion. Despite the circumstances, Leslie Booth had no permission from his prince to create a childe and hid Simon away until he could find a way to smuggle the fledgling out of Denver. Leslie gave Simon more than immortality and an eternal thirst for human blood, however, he give the fledgling a crash course in being Kindred and Toreador before shipping him off to Paris. The journey to France was far from pleasant or safe, but Simon learned how to survive and hunt without drawing attention to himself. Once he reached the City of Lights, his true ordeal began as the Parisian Toreador rejected him for being an American who couldn't speak French, for not being an artist and for his mundane appearance. For a decade he struggled to survive at the edge of Parisian society, eking out a living by stealing and sheltering with the so called 'Low Clans'. As time passed he learned to speak Parisian French and he made it his mission to speak the language better than his gorgeous peers. After proving to the Court of Paris that he could speak their oh-so civilized tongue, he found his niche as storyteller, first in the streets of Paris less desirable districts and then latter in the countless theaters of the City of Lights. Tonight, he acts as an agent representing the untouchable vampires of Paris among their more civilized and self-important betters. This willingness to dirty his hands with the ugly, insane and worst of all, the clanless, has granted him the toleration of his Clan, for now. 
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'''Recent Events: '''Known at court as '''Petit Ecrivain de Toilette'''  
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Latest revision as of 05:26, 7 December 2016

Toreador -z- Paris -z- The History of the Clan of the Rose in Paris -z- The Seven: A List of known Vampiric Temporal Doppelgängers -z- A Toreador's Story

Toreador Simon le Gris.jpg

Sobriquet: Simon doesn't really bother with nicknames, but the effete Toreador of Paris have a number of them for him.

Appearance: Simon is an athletic looking young man caught somewhere between his late teens and early 20s. He is Caucasian with pale skin, a round face framed by seal brown eyes, and dark brown hair that naturally hangs to his waist in a mullet. When left to his own devices, he wears old T-shirts, worn denim jeans and comfortable athletic shoes. When called to court or visiting Elysium, he always wears the finest fashions of previous ages so as to clash with the oh-so-modern Parisian Toreador, it is his way of mocking them, of showing them how silly they looked and that they are relics of a bygone age. When dealing with the modern mortal social situations, he wears whatever everyone else is wearing to better fit in with the living.

Behavior: In city where the fashion and image conscious compete to out do one another, he barely stirs the interest of his hedonistic clanmates. Despite his humble beginnings, he has learned a great deal about how to improve his image and uses that knowledge to a calculated effect. And yet, his unwillingness to pay heed to the current score of who is more beautiful than whom and his willingness to just be himself has a tendency to enrage the ever-beautiful, ever vain Parisian Toreador who feel that in some underhanded way he is deliberately flouting those things that give them a sense of self-entitlement; wouldn't they be surprised to discover that they were absolutely correct? Over the last few decades the hedonists of Paris have tried to break his unique spirit, but all they have done is fan the flames of his hatred for them, like Louis from 'Interview with the Vampire' he is deeply passionate soul and when he finally takes his revenge on the effete vampires of Paris, it won't be so much the end of a vendetta as a final reckoning -- ending in flames.

History

Simon le Gris was Embraced almost fifty years ago, in a city beset by the savage Sabbat. His sire wasn't anyone of significance, just a Toreador cornered by a small group of Sabbat. But Simon was there at the right moment to turn the tide of the struggle, and when the fight was over the young Toreador drained him to feed his insatiable hunger, but horrified by the animalistic act of killing his rescuer, Simon's sire gave him eternal life and damnation instead of oblivion. Despite the circumstances, Leslie wilkes had no permission from his prince to create a childe and hid Simon away until he could find a way to smuggle the fledgling out of Denver. Leslie gave Simon more than immortality and an eternal thirst for human blood, however, he give the fledgling a crash course in being Kindred and Toreador before shipping him off to Paris. The journey to France was far from pleasant or safe, but Simon learned how to survive and hunt without drawing attention to himself. Once he reached the City of Lights, his true ordeal began as the Parisian Toreador rejected him for being an American who couldn't speak French, for not being an artist and for his mundane appearance. For a decade he struggled to survive at the edge of Parisian society, eking out a living by stealing and sheltering with the so called 'Low Clans'. As time passed he learned to speak Parisian French and he made it his mission to speak the language better than his gorgeous peers. After proving to the Court of Paris that he could speak their oh-so civilized tongue, he found his niche as storyteller, first in the streets of Paris less desirable districts and then latter in the countless theaters of the City of Lights. Tonight, he acts as an agent representing the untouchable vampires of Paris among their more civilized and self-important betters. This willingness to dirty his hands with the ugly, insane and worst of all, the clanless, has granted him the toleration of his Clan, for now.


Recent Events: Known at court as Petit Ecrivain de Toilette

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