Étienne Lachapelle

bordeaux’s finest. étienne is a couple centuries old vampire, who’s been up to schemes the second he was allowed outside. he came from a rough household, a noble family with little regard for their child. upon discovering étienne’s talents in singing, his relationship with his parents became more ruthless, where they forced him into rigorous training, and eventually, forced castration, in order to preserve his soft boy’s voice.
it was when he entered a boy’s choir that he came into contact with young Baptiste Bellerose, his new dearest friend. enduring his parents and teachers’ abuse was well worth getting to see his most beloved companion, who he would enter a secret relationship with in their teenage years. baptiste came to enter his family when he fled his own, and the two entered marriage.
their journeys continued when they fled to paris to pursue an opera career, but one with dark undertones. the men found they could manipulate their voices to be hypnotic to humans, after which they could easily feed themselves and their newfound vampiric comrades on their dazed victims. they traversed all of france with their bloody displays, until they threatened to get caught, and were forced back into hiding. well, into the underground, at least. the two mens’ antics got them a decent reputation among other vampires, to the point where they would... my, my... do as they say. étienne crowned himself as the king of his own mob, and baptiste as his beloved bodyguard — though really, it is baptiste who’s being guarded. étienne would rather die than have as much as a scratch land on his beloved husband.

in the 1960s, étienne adopted a new project: creating the most efficient race of vampire, one that blends in perfectly with humanity, yet possess incredible power. this got him in far more trouble with vampire hunters than before, now, he was a prime target. and tou know what? he adores it. let them come for him, he will be more than ready.

an emotional brick wall of a man. not much is left of who he once was, if he ever was anybody at all. now he is nothing but efficient, goal-oriented. any form of whimsy is limited to the private company of his husband. he has become jaded, and though he was always up for a bit of a scheme, by now his previous cruelties don’t bring him the same joy and satisfaction as they once did. still, he enjoys the feeling of power at the end of the day, though nowadays he is far more fueled by compassion and a desire for rest than he is by spite. étienne is tired in every definition of the word, and desires nothing more than peace. when all this is over, and they won, he wishes for nothing more than to retire and hide in the safety of... oh, perhaps a cozy mountain cabin? he yearns for the day he gets to live a normal life, but for the time being, he is perfectly content looking out over the city from his office, enjoying the perfect blend of scotch and a cigar, his appearance protected by the careful aim of dozens of sniper rifles. what a delight it is, to be wanted, even if by the Vatican.