Rebecca Bernhardt



Clan: Daeva
Sire: Sir Ferdinand Chevalier (Deceased)
Age: Elder (>250 yrs)
Covenant: Invictus
Title: Seneschal
City Status: 5

Rebecca Bernhardt is gorgeous, in a stern disciplinarian sort of way. High cheekbones, piercing eyes, and sharply arched eyebrows define her face. Her figure is hard and strong—shapely, but more in the way of a competition athlete than a swimsuit model. If she ever dressed less than totally conservatively—she wears slacks, jackets, and shirts buttoned all the way up to the collar, almost always—she could probably wield a lot more sex appeal.

But while heads certainly turn when the Seneschal enters a room, it’s not because of her appearance. It’s because with every movement, every look, every calculated gesture, and every word, she conveys the absolute regal certainty of being in charge.


It’s commonly known that Bernhardt was Embraced during the Revolutionary War, but details of the story vary from one teller to another. Some say that she disguised herself as a man, fought for the Minutemen, and was killed in battle—only to come back to life unexpectedly in the aftermath due to a chance feeding from a Kindred some nights prior. Others say she fought for the English, and that her Sire was a Loyalist who sought to reward her initiative. Still others cast her in a less romantic light, speculating that she was anything from a triage nurse to a prostitute during the war.

Whatever the case, Bernardt’s first claim to fame was joining the Order of the Thorned Wreath: an exclusive organization devoted to the preservation of the medieval code of chivalry. It is through the Order that she refined her skill in combat—which she has applied to the valiant defense of the Domain on countless occasions—and, perhaps even more importantly, courtly etiquette.

Though she has been a prominent figure in the Rotten Apple for over 200 years, she has been Seneschal for only a few decades. She replaced the Alder Lord Toshio Fujita, who was killed unexpectedly in an explosion. The cause of the blast has never been determined by the Kindred population at large.

The Harpies Whisper…

“Did you know that, for the past half century, our good Seneschal has devoted her efforts to acquiring power and influence over all possible transportation methods in this city? Heaven knows why. But whenever you swipe your MetroCard, not only are you filling her coffers—you are telling her where you are. You think taking a taxi, or an Uber, or even your own car makes you safe? If so, I have a bridge to sell you.” – Devon Rothchild

“I’ll tell you one thing. She puts up that whole repressed vibe, but I guarantee you that pussy has seen more dick than any pussy in Manhattan. Ask Thoreaux. He hates her enough to tell you.” – Scary Jerry

“You don’t really buy into all her courtesy and honor crap, do you? You do know what happened to the last Seneschal, right?” – Dominique Carrol

“Looking for the Seneschal? Find the building in Greenwich where everyone has sticks up their asses.” – Elizabeth Tibideaux


Rebecca Bernhardt

Walpurgis zuark