D'artainion Notre Dame Paris
Quick Profile:
Name:D'artainion Notre Dame Paris
Died at Age:21
Clan:Lasombra
Place of Orgin:Paris, France
Birthday:??,??, 1710
Deathday:January 4, 1731
Sire:Elizabeth
Marital Status:Married to Penny
Height:6ft1
Hair color:Black (goes to the pit of his knee)
Eye color:Black and reflects the color purple
Body Type:muscular and thin build
The extended background more things you either wanted to know or didn't:
Salut my name is D'artainion, I hail as far as I know from Paris, France. Are you wondering why I say probably? Well I was orphaned as a child and I was put under the protection of and care of the church Notre Dame Paris. So because of that, my full name is D'artainion Notre Dame Paris. I am not sure if my name is even supposed to be D'artainion, for that is what the church named for no one knew who my parents and I where, I suppose they where foreigners of France on vacation and no on knew who or where they were from. Well when I was a proper age to get a job, I jumped on the chance to be an actor in a Shakespearean troupe. Of course acting in the 1700's is not a well paying job nor well respected And because of it I got kicked out of the church, so I began to use my natural charm and my acting skills to con people out of their money or if I was desperate I would just pick pocket if I needed to. It's not the 1700's anymore then why am I still alive you ask. This is very simple to answer but if you must pry you will die a perhaps without possible redemption.
I can tell you I was born sometime is 1710, the precise date no one knows except my dead parents. The date was January 4, 1731 I had been casted in a play by William Shakespeare called “Romeo and Juliet” I was playing Malvolio "A curse on both of your houses" :: recites with pleasure:: And it had been very cold after I left the theatre it was snowing. And I saw a lovely young lady on my way home she looked very cold and very rich, so I walked up to and introduced myself leaving out my alleged last name for I had disowned the church. And she told me her name was Elizabeth, I offered her my coat, and she offered to buy me a drink from the mead hall. I gladly accompanied her since she was buying.
Well I had gotten a little bit to drink and to eat, but I wasn't at all on a buzz for I had a high alcoholic level. From years of drinking I suppose and being 6ft tall it takes a while. She insisted that I drank until I was drunk, something was up so I pretended to get drunk, you know like crossing my eyes looking at her and saying boy your pretty lass why don't you and I go back to my place and then I wouldn't wink pretending to be a smooth drunk. I figured something was up because she just watched me drink and eat. Now she thought I was drunk enough and said yes and almost insisted that we go back to my place, so we walk out of the mead hall to the general direction of my apartment in the 7th district, but on the way we took a detour to the central graveyard of Paris. She began to get frisky, well not very lady like at all for the time but I thought hey if she's easy why not take advantage, we began to kiss and then I felt something go into my tongue, first pure pain and then ecstasy I could cry.
My knees began to fail me as ascended to the surface of the grave, my eye began to fail me as well as they ascended over my eyes and then I felt a cold thick substance go down my throat. And then pure pain as my body began to die, and then I lost all conscious memory, and when I awoke I was inside plush coffin. I began to draw breath quite quickly and quite needlessly, and then I began to cough from the soiled air, I was not aware yet that I was the undead. I began to claw and dig myself out of my own grave. When reaching the air above, it was still frosty and there was still snow on the ground and then I saw her, Elizabeth watching me with pleasure. That look has for transcribed it's self on my memory and I hated her for it, I wanted her to die. But she took me under her wing and told me I was the only one who had reached the surface and so I was to be her new childe for the Sabbat. The years went on and I detested every moment with her, but with my lovely acting capability I pretended to love her with a passion, she would be surprised when my plans would soon turn her direction.
January 3, 1790 I brought her something to eat out of the goodness of my heart secretly a drunk who had also taking some other drug, I am still not quite sure to this day what it was, but she drank from and passed out herself. And then I tied her to a chair and set her outside where she could get a nice spot to meet Monsieur Sun.
To bad I couldn't watch the ash transpire for I have a certain allergy to the sun as well, but when evening came around all I found was ash that was enough to satisfy me, so I went in search of anything that wasn't Sabbat, so I moved to England where I found the Camrilla, I thought this might be the perfect little arrangement. I really don't care about the little feud that the Sabbat and the Camrilla have I just care about making sure I don't meet Monsieur Sun also.
I went back and forth between London and Paris seemly since I had 2 homes. I was under the gracious of the Prince of Paris. Why is this important you might ask, well see the Camrilla don't like to over-populate if they can avoid it so that there are plenty of vessels for everyone. Well in January of 1850, in Paris I discovered a man most handsome, and very solemn at times. I began to follow him, I soon learned that he had pregnant wife that was due at any time. But she was an evil woman, who was a witch hunter :: shutters:: She soon took notice in my activities and the woman had enough audacity and tell me to leave her husband alone, and then after those few simple word she would raise a cross into my line of sight, I felt terrified of such things so I had nothing else to do than to run from this evil woman. I asked the Prince of Paris for a childe of my own, well since I had been in his graces, and if I taught the child to be a Camrilla I may do so if I like.
I kept following him anyway he fascinated me, on February 14,1850, I found him alone on a street corner, he seemed to be in a hurry, I stopped him anyways. This was my chance to satisfy my hunger, I introduced myself and he did as well, this long blonde haired man was Lord Armanstead Alwyn. I soon got closer and closer to him dominating his reactions I sunk my teeth into tongue much as the same as my sire did, he grabbed my neck as his knee began to quake beneath his own weight and then he fell to the icy ground. I pierced my own tongue letting a few drops pass down into his throat. And then the most delicious idea came to me to punish the evil woman.
After he awoke into the undead life I took him to home of his girlfriend and to my surprise she had given birth, well what better way to have her pay then killing everyone she loved, I sent what used to be her boyfriend on the child. As such a young childe himself he was sloppy and a bit noisy waking the witch hunter up, but she had enough audacity again to smack in the back of the head with a broom when I wasn’t looking, of course now I want to kill this evil woman. I turned to attack this woman and she puts a cross right up to my face, so now I decided it was time to leave. But he had not finished the child, but at this point I didn't care we fled into the night.
Well for 18 years the 2 of went back and forth between London and Paris. We lived in his castle in London and we purchased a new apartment in Paris. For some reason Armanstead insisted on going back to Paris in the winter months the most dreaded time to be there to my memory. But I soon found why he insisted on going back, he had been stalking a little treat himself, awe how cute, but when I saw his target my heart if it could would start beating. So we stayed the whole year of 1868. I watched this young long hair blonde boy learn from Armanstead, things that are vital for self-defense.
I wanted to sire this boy this boy named Beau. Which was a very appropriate name. I soon learned that Armanstead was his father, this boy was that infant oh how fate has come to haunt me but I now had purpose to finish punishing his mother on February 14, 1869 I went to go sire him myself but when I found him I had been to late his father Armanstead had already done so, I despise Armanstead.
Well the three of us lived together for many years, everyday I grew bitter of siring Armanstead, and everyday I loved Beau more and more. Though he had an odd habit of putting a cross on his bedroom door but I couldn't abide by that but I loved him still. In 1895 they asked if we could go traveling. But why travel if we had 2 perfectly good homes. But Armanstead made a deal with that if they come back in the winter to visit and they would travel during the rest of the year, I reluctantly agreed.
So all of this transpired over the years. In 1943 after their visit my home was broken into as I waking one evening. I suppose they thought I was Jewish because of my long black hair. Well I fled from the army that invaded my home and asked help from the Camrilla. They ignored my plea so that was it, I was leaving Paris, I decided not even stop in London, I moved to America. I soon discovered a nice home in New Orleans, Louisiana. The only problem or luck was it was a high Sabbat community, why pretend to be something that I wasn't simply meant to be?
I lived here in peace for sometime with only one odd incident in 1950, I found a coffin sitting wide open in my front yard. I knew then that Armanstead knew my secret and was playing with my mind. Well since then I always slept lighter and watched what I ate so not to get tricked by my...childe into meeting Monsieur Sun. In 2000 I saw another coffin in my front yard, I knew that this time I could not stay I fled to Mexico City. And then Mr. Romero hired me for my con artist background, though I really did not need to do such a crime since 1942 leaving France and getting into America.
Well now dear we have come to the end of my tale and I'm starving...
