Sire: Lucius Grimm
Age: Neonate ( < 50 yrs)
Covenant: Circle of the Crone
City Status: 2
Eleanor has a bob of brown hair and glasses and she tends to dress in modest outfits: slacks, blouses with cardigans pulled over her shoulders, and flats. Meek and unassuming, she’s easily flustered when overwhelmed in a social situation, and reminds most who meet her of a mouse. In all honesty no one would expect her to be a Daeva.
But while she’s almost always quiet, when she does speak she is incredibly polite and eloquent, and when acting in her position as Herald she really seems to shine. She’s quite adroit at delivering news as carefully as possible to insult as few Kindred are present. She’s prompt in her dealings, and adept at remembering information others may have forgotten or lost track of long ago.
Most Kindred who have been in the city for a while know how Eleanor came to be. She was a longtime ghoul of Lucius Grimm, up to and until a member of the Circle of the Crone attempted to lead a coup against His Grace. At that point in time, Gustav began to execute each member who may have even had an inkling of support for the attempted rebellion. Lucius made a compelling stand for both himself and his retainer – but the Prince decreed Eleanor still had to die.
Just not permanently.
In the aftermath, Gustav immediately declared Eleanor Herald – and ever since, Eleanor has been serving in the position.
The Harpies Whisper…
“If I understand this story correctly, Ms. Huang was Embraced and promoted after being suspected of treason? If so, that tells us quite a bit about our Prince’s opinion of the Kindred condition. And the post of Herald.” – Devon Rothchild
“Just what are you up to, Lucius?” – Bastian Thoreaux
“Somebody has to listen to all your bullshit. And it sure as fuck isn’t gonna be me.” – Dominique Carrol
Jerry says nothing. Instead, he places his fingers around his mouth, miming cunnilingus. Making prolonged eye contact, he lolls his blistery pink tongue out of his horrible mouth while blowing a raspberry until the spittle is dribbling down his fingers in thick, nasty cords. – Scary Jerry
“She’s an android. I shit you not. Ran her through the test once, y’know. Say three nice things about your mother, what would you do if you found a turtle in the desert, that sort of shit. Failed.” – Elizabeth Tibideaux