 Henri Slayer Second Childe of the White Rose, Grandchilde of Loki Gunnerson. "How often does a man get a chance to truly live his art?" Toreador Artiste Sixth from Caine who was cursed by God Himself. He was her newest Childe, had been her faithful ghoul since the 1930s ... and he had always been there, and never complained, never asked why she did not Embrace him. But that was because he knew. Mina was not a Poseur, she was an Artiste like her Sire before her and would never give someone the Dark Gift simply because they were handsome or pretty. Henri had once been a silent film star, a near look alike and rival to Rudolph Valentino himself. His smoldering good looks had won hearts and wet panties all across America, one would have thought his career was assured. Then of course tragedy struck for Henri ... sound came to motion pictures, and his gravely voice was better suited for the villain than the leading man. His fans left him, moving on to others with smoother voices, with his rival dead under mysterious circumstances even that no longer existed to boost his career ... he was contemplating suicide when Mina found him, plucking the strait razor from his fingers and giving him an offer. Serve me, and I will give vouz focus, something to live for. And should vouz ever again reclaim the talent that is yours, perhaps vouz will become my Childe. Some seventy years later, he had finally done just that, trod the boards as King Lear, as Hamlet, as Richard the III. With a heart full of pride, Mina had given him that long ago promised Gift, and made him her Childe, her first Son.
"But then I sigh, and with a piece of scripture,
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