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'''Appearance:''' Petit Lard was already an old woman when she was offered immortality, as such her hide is a leathery mass of wrinkles. She is completely bald, without so much as eyebrows, but she more than makes up for that with a fine collection of warts and liver-spots. Her life must have been hard before undeath as there isn't an ounce of fat on her emaciated frame, she is all sinew, and old bones. She often cackles to tell the story of her Embrace, as she was quite toothless, forced to gum her food for decades, and then with the curse she had a new set of shiny teeth with which to devour her meals. She wears heavy perfumes to try and mask the smell of rancid old cheese that waifs from her and her breath stinks of rotten infected gums. Primarily she dressed as a rich old woman would, wearing the finest silken gowns, expensive animal furs, and house slippers. | '''Appearance:''' Petit Lard was already an old woman when she was offered immortality, as such her hide is a leathery mass of wrinkles. She is completely bald, without so much as eyebrows, but she more than makes up for that with a fine collection of warts and liver-spots. Her life must have been hard before undeath as there isn't an ounce of fat on her emaciated frame, she is all sinew, and old bones. She often cackles to tell the story of her Embrace, as she was quite toothless, forced to gum her food for decades, and then with the curse she had a new set of shiny teeth with which to devour her meals. She wears heavy perfumes to try and mask the smell of rancid old cheese that waifs from her and her breath stinks of rotten infected gums. Primarily she dressed as a rich old woman would, wearing the finest silken gowns, expensive animal furs, and house slippers. | ||
| − | '''Behavior:''' Petit Lard is the very definition of the crochety old lady. Churlish in the extreme, she complains endlessly about her | + | '''Behavior:''' Petit Lard is the very definition of the crochety old lady. Churlish in the extreme, she complains endlessly about the pain in her bones, bad back and aching feet. She expects the best behavior from younger Kindred while using every dirty trick in the book to get what she wants and then she will condescend to acknowledge whatever efforts her current guests went to arranging a meeting with her or what lengths they might have gone to in order to keep faith with her. To her, that is just what is expected of younger vampires and should they fail to live up to her expectations, she can be most crochety indeed. At the moment Petit Lard is the oldest vampire in Quebec City and literally everyone deals with her on these terms if they want her favors or secrets. |
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Revision as of 06:15, 17 January 2016
- Nosferatu -x- League of the Night -x- Quebec City -x- Paris
Sobriquet: Petit Lard is her nickname, as her mortal name has been lost to history. It was given to her decades after the Embrace, a reference to her as a true daughter to the sire that made her, Margaux Latour whose sobriquet was lard, the French term for bacon. So she was called in Paris for centuries...the little bacon.
Appearance: Petit Lard was already an old woman when she was offered immortality, as such her hide is a leathery mass of wrinkles. She is completely bald, without so much as eyebrows, but she more than makes up for that with a fine collection of warts and liver-spots. Her life must have been hard before undeath as there isn't an ounce of fat on her emaciated frame, she is all sinew, and old bones. She often cackles to tell the story of her Embrace, as she was quite toothless, forced to gum her food for decades, and then with the curse she had a new set of shiny teeth with which to devour her meals. She wears heavy perfumes to try and mask the smell of rancid old cheese that waifs from her and her breath stinks of rotten infected gums. Primarily she dressed as a rich old woman would, wearing the finest silken gowns, expensive animal furs, and house slippers.
Behavior: Petit Lard is the very definition of the crochety old lady. Churlish in the extreme, she complains endlessly about the pain in her bones, bad back and aching feet. She expects the best behavior from younger Kindred while using every dirty trick in the book to get what she wants and then she will condescend to acknowledge whatever efforts her current guests went to arranging a meeting with her or what lengths they might have gone to in order to keep faith with her. To her, that is just what is expected of younger vampires and should they fail to live up to her expectations, she can be most crochety indeed. At the moment Petit Lard is the oldest vampire in Quebec City and literally everyone deals with her on these terms if they want her favors or secrets.
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