Difference between revisions of "Nestor Cranston"
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<span style="color:#800000;">'''Appearance:''' The very image of a modern young aristocrat, you are a physically perfect with an intense sexual masculinity gilded by Victorian manners. You dress well in modern fashions and are always neat and well groomed. You wear little in the way of jewelry and are quite athletic. Your blond hair, cold gray eyes and facial features mark you as a close relative of the ruling royals.<br> | <span style="color:#800000;">'''Appearance:''' The very image of a modern young aristocrat, you are a physically perfect with an intense sexual masculinity gilded by Victorian manners. You dress well in modern fashions and are always neat and well groomed. You wear little in the way of jewelry and are quite athletic. Your blond hair, cold gray eyes and facial features mark you as a close relative of the ruling royals.<br> | ||
| − | <span style="color:#800000;">'''Background:''' Nestor was embraced by Lady Anne, but his Grand Sire Valerius is responsible for much of his current | + | <span style="color:#800000;">'''Background:''' Nestor was embraced by Lady Anne, but his Grand Sire Valerius is responsible for much of his current outlook on immortality. While Anne has been busy building the Empire and cementing her relationship to Mithras; Valerius was educating Nestor is the niceties and necessities of Unlife, as such he is infinitely more Valerius’ childe than that of Anne. Though Nestor was largely embraced to satisfy Anne’s appetites, he has since come to act as Valerius’ lieutenant in all other matters. When Valerius dies at the hands of the lupines, he vows revenge and begins a quiet, but systematic hunt for all Garou in London.<br> |
<span style="color:#800000;">'''Personality:''' You are very much a modern aristocrat, by turns charming and vicious, you are always given to perfect manners and deportment regardless of whether you are seducing the household servants or trouncing a street tough.<br> | <span style="color:#800000;">'''Personality:''' You are very much a modern aristocrat, by turns charming and vicious, you are always given to perfect manners and deportment regardless of whether you are seducing the household servants or trouncing a street tough.<br> | ||
Latest revision as of 12:26, 16 June 2015
Sobriquet: The Queen's pet or simply - The Pet.
Appearance: The very image of a modern young aristocrat, you are a physically perfect with an intense sexual masculinity gilded by Victorian manners. You dress well in modern fashions and are always neat and well groomed. You wear little in the way of jewelry and are quite athletic. Your blond hair, cold gray eyes and facial features mark you as a close relative of the ruling royals.
Background: Nestor was embraced by Lady Anne, but his Grand Sire Valerius is responsible for much of his current outlook on immortality. While Anne has been busy building the Empire and cementing her relationship to Mithras; Valerius was educating Nestor is the niceties and necessities of Unlife, as such he is infinitely more Valerius’ childe than that of Anne. Though Nestor was largely embraced to satisfy Anne’s appetites, he has since come to act as Valerius’ lieutenant in all other matters. When Valerius dies at the hands of the lupines, he vows revenge and begins a quiet, but systematic hunt for all Garou in London.
Personality: You are very much a modern aristocrat, by turns charming and vicious, you are always given to perfect manners and deportment regardless of whether you are seducing the household servants or trouncing a street tough.
Position: As the great grand-childe of Mithras and the progeny of Lady Anne, Nestor is a childe of privilege created simply to amuse Lady Anne as a sign of her own privilege and status. In Elysium he is largely derided as the simpering love-slave of Lady Anne, a pet granted to Anne for her service to Prince Mithras; though of late, a number of the harpies have noticed the growing distance between sire and childe and many wonder if Cranston's nights are not numbered.
