GUARD, andre dupont

[attr="class","appn"]Andre Alexander Dupont

[attr="class","appc"]age 45

[attr="class","appc"]group Strigoi

[attr="class","appc"]sex Male

[attr="class","appc"]occupation Guard / Performer

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Once he was famous. He could entertain the masses with his skills on the black and white keys, or the three brass keys of a trumpet. He had practiced on both instruments since he could remember. His parents had been told he would be sick his whole life, that his health would be frail. He would be tall, lean, and unable to stay warm on his own. John and Serena Dupont had known their son wouldn't be able to fight for the greater good, to be militia like their family before them, so they had equipped him with the best education their money could buy. He was smart, but where he really excelled was in the field of music, and that's where his passion began.
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He entertained for militia balls when he was eleven, playing in symphony concert halls by the time he was fourteen, and then privately contracted in his late teens for grand parties for magicians, politicians, and leaders of France. He was known as a musical genius and wrote piece after piece for both of his instruments and then several others. Fame, success, money, he seemed to have it all, including all the attention he could possibly stand. But not all attention is good attention. The music he so lovingly created was heard by the masses, it was true, but it was also heard by others. Creatures that lingered close to secret doors in the streets and buildings, paths that connected the Underground to the above world, and one such listener became obsessed. Each concert played, they would come by some means, would be somewhere close enough to hear all of it. They watched in silence, and waited.
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One minute he was walking out the back door of the concert hall, and the next minute he was waking up to darkness with a deeper hunger then he’d ever known. The strigoi turned Andre so that he could play music all the time, any time, according to his sire's wishes. He enjoyed collecting things, from livestock to people (even strigoi), and now he had collected something new, something bright, in his opinion; he had collected Andre.
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Twenty five years later and Andre has assimilated into the strigoi society and accepted his fate to never see his human family again. While his human body was too weak to fight, it's become stronger and faster as a strigoi, and his musical talent followed him even in death. Now he does whatever the king or his sire may demand, whether it’s to perform or go and get rid of someone who’s become too troublesome for the strigoi and their plans. For the moment Andre is biding his time, waiting for the opportune moment to rid himself of his sire without too much retribution from the powers that be. To others that may know him, he’s seen as a watchful individual who’s usually friendly, with sarcasm that comes from being raised as ‘better than thou’ most of his life. He doesn’t try to be an asshole… he just has that air about him until one gets to know him.