Simon le Gris
- Toreador -z- Paris -z- The History of the Clan of the Rose in Paris -z- The Seven: A List of known Vampiric Temporal Doppelgängers -z- A Toreador's Story
Sobriquet: Simon doesn't really bother with nicknames, but the effete Toreador of Paris have a number of them for him.
Appearance: Simon is an athletic looking young man caught somewhere between his late teens and early 20s. He is Caucasian with pale skin, a round face framed by seal brown eyes, and dark brown hair that naturally hangs to his waist in a mullet. When left to his own devices, he wears old T-shirts, worn denim jeans and comfortable athletic shoes. When called to court or visiting Elysium, he always wears the finest fashions of previous ages so as to clash with the oh-so-modern Parisian Toreador, it is his way of mocking them, of showing them how silly they looked and that they are relics of a bygone age. When dealing with the modern mortal social situations, he wears whatever everyone else is wearing to better fit in with the living.
Behavior: In city where the fashion and image conscious compete to out do one another, he barely stirs the interest of his hedonistic clanmates. Despite his humble beginnings, he has learned a great deal about how to improve his image and uses that knowledge to a calculated effect. And yet, his unwillingness to pay heed to the current score of who is more beautiful than whom and his willingness to just be himself has a tendency to enrage the ever-beautiful, ever vain Parisian Toreador who feel that in some underhanded way he is deliberately flouting those things that give them a sense of self-entitlement; wouldn't they be surprised to discover that they were absolutely correct? Over the last few decades the hedonists of Paris have tried to break his unique spirit, but all they have done is fan the flames of his hatred for them, like Louis from 'Interview with the Vampire' he is deeply passionate soul and when he finally takes his revenge on the effete vampires of Paris, it won't be so much the end of a vendetta as a final reckoning -- ending in flames.
History
Traveling with the Dead
The panel slid shut, leaving all three of us in the dark. Perhaps for Leslie Wilkes and his sire, a buxom blond named - aptly enough - Leslie Booth, the dank and dusty tunnel we were standing in wasn't that dark. For me, it was as dark as the abyss. While my other senses were heightened by stress and adrenaline, I was as blind as a bat. A condition that I was not entirely unfamiliar with given the fact that I couldn't really see until I was almost five years old. The dark and I were old friends, but it is something else again to be blind while in the company of half tamed predators, spurred on by fear, but forever thirsty for the life sustaining blood that still circulated through my mortal veins.
The City That Care Forgot
Morgaine
Simon le Gris was Embraced almost fifty years ago, in a city beset by the savage Sabbat. His sire wasn't anyone of significance, just a Toreador cornered by a small group of Sabbat. But Simon was there at the right moment to turn the tide of the struggle, and when the fight was over the young Toreador drained him to feed his insatiable hunger, but horrified by the animalistic act of killing his rescuer, Simon's sire gave him eternal life and damnation instead of oblivion. Despite the circumstances, Leslie wilkes had no permission from his prince to create a childe and hid Simon away until he could find a way to smuggle the fledgling out of Denver. Leslie gave Simon more than immortality and an eternal thirst for human blood, however, he give the fledgling a crash course in being Kindred and Toreador before shipping him off to Paris. The journey to France was far from pleasant or safe, but Simon learned how to survive and hunt without drawing attention to himself. Once he reached the City of Lights, his true ordeal began as the Parisian Toreador rejected him for being an American who couldn't speak French, for not being an artist and for his mundane appearance. For a decade he struggled to survive at the edge of Parisian society, eking out a living by stealing and sheltering with the so called 'Low Clans'. As time passed he learned to speak Parisian French and he made it his mission to speak the language better than his gorgeous peers. After proving to the Court of Paris that he could speak their oh-so civilized tongue, he found his niche as storyteller, first in the streets of Paris less desirable districts and then latter in the countless theaters of the City of Lights. Tonight, he acts as an agent representing the untouchable vampires of Paris among their more civilized and self-important betters. This willingness to dirty his hands with the ugly, insane and worst of all, the clanless, has granted him the toleration of his Clan, for now.
Recent Events: Known at court as Petit Ecrivain de Toilette
