Petit Lard
- 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 crotchety 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 crotchety 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. Like most extremely old people, Petit Lard likes to talk about the past, so as a precursor to any business that might be negotiated she expects her guests to sit through a recitation of some past exploit or fond memory, any interruption either immediately ends the session or increases the price of her favors. Lest this quirk drive away potential guests, she is gracious in allowing rude young people to make up for their errors by performing small but personal services for her like: fetching her slippers, rubbing her back, fluffing a pillow or getting her something to drink.
Those young people nice enough to perform such services in the first place and who manage to avoid any missteps with her become her favorites. While she has the ugly tendency to compare her favorites to one another, she rarely pits them against one another, perhaps for fear of losing one or more of them to some unfortunate accident. Petit Lard can be surprisingly egalitarian with regard to those not of her clan, often treating a non-clan favorite better than a Nosferatu or her own ungrateful get.
Petit Lard is quite religious however, a devout protestant of Huguenot extraction she won't tolerated immoral or irreligious behavior like taking the lord's name in vain, trying to do business on a religious holiday or god forbid acting against the faithful. Predictably, her favorite prey are sinners as she says they are easier to hunt and they taste better...
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