Description
Written by Simon’s player
Appearance
A young man in his late 20s, with shoulder length black hair and brown eyes. He stands at 1m80, and is rather fit. He usually wears t-shirts and ripped jeans to the dismay of his sire, though he can totally dress nice when the occasion calls for it. Sim is cool, collected and rather calm, but is known to crack his fingers or neck when he gets nervous, which doesn’t happen a lot. Most of the time, it’s when he’s hungry that he fails to keep his composure, and his twitches will get worse. When he opens his mouth to speak-or sing- he could narrate the phonebook. His voice is smooth, velvety and warm, some would say enchanting. He’s a smoker, even though he gains no benefit from it, and he also collects knives. He uses them as bookmarks sometimes, don’t ask him why, he doesn’t know, and when the situation calls for it, he always carries six in a harness that he keeps concealed under his leather jacket. He also owns a motorcycle that he uses to get around the city and go to teach his French and mythology night classes.
History
Simon was born in 1972 in southern France, and he grew up to study mythology and folklore. Despite his knowledge, it didn’t save him when he crossed paths with James Holbrook in London, while researching to finally get his doctorate which he had been putting off for years. James embraced Simon in 1999, and then made sure to disguise it as a murder. Sim’s knowledge for all things occult made him a shoe in for clan Tremere, and despite the initial outrage that he felt when becoming a creature of the night, he soon realized thag this was exactly what he had been studying for. He moved to Sacramento a few years back, along with James when rumors started to arise concerning certain relics and hidden secrets under the city, and he now serves the Camarilla by researching and sharing his knowledge of folklore and legends, while researching and learning of the rich and fascinating legends of the United States. Simon speaks with a rather posh British accent, the Queen’s English having been beaten (not literally) into him as soon as he got embraced so he could let his past self behind. But if he trusts someone, and feels comfortable around them, he will revert back to a charming French lilt, much to the dismay of his sire.
Recent History
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