Name: Laurent de Liberté
Blood: Pure
Age by appearance: 17
Immortal age: 326
House of Grangrel
Rank: Adjutant
Personality: Cold / Detached / Seductive / Ambitious / Prideful
Short bio:Of french origin and british education, Marquis Laurent de Liberté was raised to succeed his father at the Court of Louis XIV.
Far from being exceptionally literate or hardworking, young Laurent found his key to success in a much more mundane gift; his physical appeal. Alluring glossy lips and blue eyes cold as ice, covered by platinum blonde locks of silk adorning an angel-like face, delicate as his thin body and round, almost feminine hips. He was the favorite at the Court, and he never hesitated to use his charm to make his way up in the complicated political hierarchy of the Renaissance.
It was on a stormy night that fate wanted to put an end to his luck; after spending hours courting some fine gentleman, the man grabbed him by his wrist and dragged him out the palace. Laurent tried to break free, but the strength of the man was extraordinary. The boy got cornered in a dark alleyway, looking at his captor in the eyes. The man was like an animal. He seemed driven by an instinct much stronger than his own will, as if Laurent had woken up on him a desire for a long time asleep.
He ripped his clothes with his fangs and sliced his throat, blood splattering the wall behind them. The boy tried to fight back, uselessly. The man, or rather, the beast, fed on him until his heart almost stopped beating. This was the end, Laurent thought. But the boy wouldn't die without fighting. He bit the hand of his aggressor trying to free himself. He could taste the man's blood. It filled his mouth and dripped from his lips. That was the first time he ever tasted blood, though he didn't know then that it wouldn't be the last.
The vampire left, leaving the boy there, thinking that he would be too weak to convert, that he would die from blood loss. Laurent fainted then, but when he woke up a few days later he knew he had lost his humanity. He had become a beautiful monster. An alluring, bloodthirsty and lustful monster like the one who attacked him that fateful night.
Following his new instincts, he left his home in France and travelled to London looking for more of his kind, where he was brought to the House of Grangrel. It seemed that his new 'family' could recognize one of their own. How? That was something he was yet to learn, like many other things. But for once in his life, he was eager to learn. Far from being scared, he embraced his new nature. His heightened senses, his sinful appeal; now he could fulfill all his ambition and more. Who wants to be at the Court when you can have the world?
He decided to work hard for his house, he had plans to get himself a the top. He wanted to become an elite and rule over the lowly humans as the superior creature he was now. But that was until he met Master Grangrel. Tall, imposing, majestic... And cruel. That was, in Laurent's eyes, all the things a vampire should be. It was perfection. And it was unreachable.
From that day on, all of Laurent's efforts went directed toward one single goal; impress the master and gain his favor. Even if that meant loosing his own life to bring his master the so desired throne of the vampires.
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