Pierrot Francon
| Clan | Lasombra Anti |
|---|---|
| Position | Harpy |
| Status | 2+1+1 |
| Domain | Washington, DC |
| Coterie | ??? |
| Society | {{{Society}}} |
| Path | Humanity ??? |
| Player | Chad |
[[Category:Society:{{{Society}}}]]
Contents
Overview
Alias(es): None known
Real Name: Unknown
Apparent Age: Late teens / early twenties
Concept:
Physical description: Lithe, handsome, small in stature, with gorgeous brown eyes and artfully arranged brown hair. Seems to always take great care with his appearance, wearing the latest in High Fashion with Mediterranean flair. His skin is a healthy pink; he always seems to be breathing, and occasionally even sneezes.
Detailed Status:
Acknowledged by Prince D'Aubigne of Monaco
Loyal by Marquis Villeneueve of Marseilles
Influential by position
Respected by virtue of Clan (Lasombra Clan Advantage)
Character Information
Known History
Pierrot came to the Marble Court from Marseilles, and was introduced to society there by Louisa Martin and her childer Lysandra Martin. He wears a large, very finely crafted (Crafts x 6) gold ring, inlaid with emerald, which he obtained shortly after arriving in Washington. The Primogen Council of the Marble Court chose him as their Harpy in the summer of 2012.
Coterie
Allies
Louisa Martin
Lysandra Martin
Viredya Indira
Enemies
None known
Sire
Marin, Lasombra Primogen of Monaco
Childer
None known
Broodmates
None known
Character Inspirations
Le Grand Meaulnes (novel)
A Prophet (film)
Soundtrack
Quotes
Rumors
After he happened to witness Praxis changes during his first visit to Winchester, and during his first and third visits to Baltimore (a mere four weeks apart), he's gotten interesting offers as a "Praxis talisman" to visit / not visit certain other Domains.
Pierrot is actually a Toreador.
He's got mad chemistry skills, particularly when it comes to pharmaceuticals.
Likes nothing better than a great party, and is happy to supply the chemical enhancements needed to make a good party great.
Has particular talents or connections for making underground parties of legend happen somehow.
