Friedhold Prufrock
Sobriquet: Ried (pronounced like "Reed")
Appearance: Embraced at the peak of physical condition and with superlative features Friedhold could easily pass for youthful aristocracy or a recent Toreador fledgling, he is neither. Friedhold is a 18th century Adonis clothed in 1900s Bond Street apparel and gifted with undead grace.
Behavior: Friedhold has a youthful, almost mortal, devil-may-care charm that is infectious offset by a little seen but idiot savant intellect.
History: Born the son of an indigent country lord in 1768 Embraced in 1793 during the British expedition to Holland during the War of the First Coalition. Friedhold should have died on the battlefield, instead he received healing vitae and the Embrace at the end of a short but tempestuous love affair. Friedhold's unceremonious Embrace did not sit well with his sire's superiors and she was recalled to Vienna. Since that time Friedhold has been moved from chantry to chantry like an unwanted kitten, not because of any personal friction or for any lack of intellect, but rather more for the air of career ending bad judgement that led to his sire's exile from everyday clan affairs.
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