Angelique Dupont



Clan: Daeva
Sire: Gerard Sartre, Prince of Paris
Age: Elder (>200 yrs)
Covenant: Invictus
Title: Primogen (Paris)
City Status: 4

Elder. Primogen. Foreign dignitary. A description of Alder Lady Dupont, to one who has never met her, likely sounds pretty frightening. But, like the best of the Daeva Clan, Angelique is exceptionally talented at first impressions. She’s sprightly and friendly to all she meets, seemingly without regard to Status. She smiles easily, is an excellent listener, and carries herself with the air of a person you just know would be a great friend to have.

If there is anything infuriating about Angelique, it’s how perfect she seems to be. She’s beautiful, intelligent, charismatic, quick-witted, socially and politically savvy, and filthy rich. She also possesses a remarkable degree of skill in a surprising number of unexpected fields: she is an accomplished musician, poet, painter, athlete, fencer, and tactician.

She’s too perfect. Many Kindred assumed when she first arrived in New York that it was only a matter of time before the less savory truth about Dupont came out, but she’s been visiting New York for decades now. When will the other shoe drop…?


Lady Dupont is widely hailed throughout New York as one of those rare Kindred with whom it is a genuine pleasure to interact. The reason for this, many assume, is that she simply never learned any differently. While most vampires pave their way to power through backstabbing and treachery, Angelique was essentially Embraced directly into it. The Prince of Paris passed his blood on to her for the express purpose of adding to his personal power in the city; many believe that she has never truly experienced a Kindred Status below that of Primogen.

The truth is, of course, more complicated.

The Harpies Whisper…

“I won’t tell if you won’t, darling.” – Bastian Thoreaux

“I have heard that she is elegant in Court and graceful in battle. I have also heard that poodles are intelligent dogs, and that cigarettes and asbestos and radium are harmless. It is possible for the consensus to be profoundly wrong. And come on, let us for once be serious. She’s French, for fuck’s sake.” – Devon Rothchild

“Damn it. I got nothin’.” – Dominique Carrol

“I wanna fuck her. God I wanna fuck her. She’s like a fresh-scented litterbox and I’m the cat with a giant shitty butthole. I just wanna shit all over her and ruin her forever.” – Scary Jerry

“I – uh – my sire has the worst ringtone for her? Ever? Fuck, I don’t know. But have you met her childe? There’s someone to ask about.” – Lizzie Tibideux

Angelique Dupont

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