Sylvain Artoire

A former member of the Order of Hermes, Sylvain was a Tytalus who was very devoted to the study of magic and strategy. He was full of pride and found himself infalliable, free from mistake or sin. He walked with his head held high, an ego that would topple when he would meet his sire, Damien Wright. Wright had been eyeing Sylvain for the embrace, as he was ideal for the clan, especially for House Goatrix. The best way to get to someone's throat is through their heart first, and that Damien did, complimenting his intellect, his appearance, and slowly growing closer until he had the chance to pounce.

Embraced without the cup, there was no soft calm after a Tremere embrace, there was rage. He has a deep hatred for vampirism and his clan, so for a while he aimed to just be left the fuck alone for as long as possible. That said, when investigating a particular drama in the local chantry in London, he was forced to kneel to the Pontifex Stefan Anjou or face Final Death. He did neither, and instead told Stefan, plainly, that he won't kneel or grovel to anyone, whether they be 10 or 1000. Stefan was amused by this, and quickly recruited him as his right-hand man and advisor, as he prefers to get advice from people who don't kiss his ass. Despite hating the Pyramid, it's either that or be forced to drink from the cup, and this life is ultimately more comfortable than he'll admit, as Stefan is...strange for his position.