Samuel Faucheux

Nosferatu -x- League of the Night -x- Quebec City

Sobriquet: Just...Sam

Appearance: Sam is a Nosferatu of light build, he probably weighs no more than 150 pounds and stands just 6 feet tall. Unlike so many sewer-rats, the curse hasn't deprived him of his hair, its just as thick and dark as it was on the night of his Embrace and he wears it slicked back against his skull, but he doesn't bother using hair tonic or the like as his hair is now naturally greasy. He has a distinctly florid appearance giving his face and skin a bruised purple look, this is from the systematic swelling of his capillaries as vitae un-naturally rises to his epidermis. This condition could be mistaken for severe gin blossoms were it not for the equally un-natural elongation of his jaw bones making him look like nothing so much as man half transformed into a jackal. Of course as a Nosferatu his ears are long, pointed and swept back much like those of a predatory animal. Perhaps worst of all, his lips and the skin surrounding his mouth failed to stretch enough to compensate for his elongated jaw, the result is that he appears to have no lips which exposes massive yellowing teeth. While hardly the most hideous Nosferatu, Samuel would nonetheless be considered a freak of the first order by any mortal that saw him. His body reeks of unwashed body-odor, as if he hadn't bathed in weeks or months and his breath is so rancid it could knock down a horse. Sam generally wears black clothing, not out of some brooding Gothic attitude, but because he continues to grieve for someone once dear to him. Despite this he could be taken for a goth wannabe for his signature trench-coat and stylish motorcycle goggles. He is usually seen riding around town on his custom Harley-Davidson motorcycle and uses his custom helmet to bypass mortal scrutiny on a fairly regular basis.

Behavior: Samuel Faucheux is a man of few words, in public places he keeps to himself and takes his own council. He rarely interacts directly with mortals having numerous ghouls to act as intermediaries for him. In Kindred society he is more outspoken and engaged in what is happening around him. He reserves most of his socialization for Elysium and is in all other ways a ghost in the mortal world. Sam enjoys traveling and has seen most of North America in his many travels; he often jokes that he should have been embraced by a Gangrel as Nosferatu aren't supposed to develop wanderlust.

History: Samuel was born Shreveport, Louisiana in 1890. His parents were indigent cotton farmers and was raised to strict Baptist standards. Like his siblings he worked the family farm until the outbreak of World War I, when Samuel snuck off to Europe to fight. After his enlistment in the French Army, he was made a motorcycle courier keeping the lines of communications open between the high-command and the troops in the field. When the war ended, he returned to Shreveport, but couldn't hand the boredom of farm life and took up the business of bank robbery. For a time this life suited him and he still looks back on it as the best part of his mortal life. But when the Great Depression struck, he had a dangerous pair of federal agents hunting him, so he took to the rails as a bum. Ironically, a decade and a half later he returned to his home town and tried to return to a normal life, embracing family and old friends. For a couple of years this seemed to be working as he had found a woman to his liking and was looking forward to raising some children. Unfortunately for him, his past caught up with him when he was recognized from one of his old wanted posters and ended up in jail. With federal agents on the way to collect him, he was certain his life was over and he made peace with his loved ones, but that night a strange woman entered his cell and offered to release him if her would come work for her. That woman was Finola Hume, a Nosferatu resident of Baton Rouge and a woman in need of someone to handle a certain kind of night-work. With few options and close to running out of time, he accepted and received the Embrace right there in the town jail. Over the last century, Samuel has acted as his sire's and grandsire's agent throughout North America. But in the early 2030s, Finola sent him to Quebec City to find out more about the League of the Night and what was happening in New France. Though Sam had been thinking about finally settling somewhere and putting down roots, Quebec City had never crossed his mind.

Recent Events: Samuel became a resident of Quebec City only months before the Sabbat Siege of 2032, but he fought with courage and strength against the Sword of Caine and save three other vampires from final death. He was one of the first to give his oath of allegiance to the League and rose quickly, some say too quickly to the rank of Count of Transportation. As such he oversees the security surrounding modes of transport into and out of Quebec City, those Kindred wishing to enter the city via those means require his approval. For the time being, he remains largely untested as the new sect shop is an experiment that has yet to jell, but he makes himself known in local Elysium locations and through his agents.

• -- Samuel Faucheux's Statistics