Campaign of the Month: October 2017
Blood and Bourbon
Pampered heiress turned sireless fledgling
“Around here we don’t like talk of big dreams
To stand out is a pride, a conceit
To aim high is to make waves to split seams
But that’s not what it seems like to me
Cause I wanna try, I wanna risk
And I don’t wanna walk, rather swing and miss
I’m not above apologies but I don’t ask permission
Got a lot of imperfections but I don’t count my ambition in them.”
" …perhaps there is some element of good even in the simple act of living, so long as the evils of existence do not preponderate too heavily."
“The soul that has conceived one wickedness can nurse no good thereafter.”
“You’re beautiful, you know. I’m sure you do. Death becomes you.”
Tale, pale, and striking in her poise and grace, Caroline was carved from marble to be an icon of the Malveaux family, her pale skin all the more so since her Embrace robbed her of her life. Her aristocratic bearing, lovely angles, flawless skin, and haughty eyes, rides the edge between elegance and allure, remaining refined enough to avoid the overtly sexuality of many beautiful women—as befits a woman with her conservative Catholic upbringing. She floats through crowds easily, commands attention effortlessly, and all but imposes her will with only her gaze on, beckoning neatly and banishing just as easily. This is a woman with steel in her spine accustomed to getting her way.
Approaching her, perhaps what is most apparent is her height. At a distance, combined with her lean features, it’s easy to overlook how she stands over people. Up close, it’s startling. She towers over women and even looks down on most men – and that’s before she slides on her typical four inch heels. It’s intimidating, if only mildly so, and she knows it. Uses it. Her first line of defense, to weed out those too meek to approach and to bully those she so easily looks down on. Those eyes take hold next, lovely and precious emeralds, and just as cold as the stones they resemble. While there may be light within them, there is no real life: the light is a reflection off of them rather than an a projection from within. They’re eyes you could spend a decade staring into for all their facets, and it would not be a lost decade. There is, however, so much else to see here, if you can look past the window dressing and break free of that gaze. Her hair is thick but fine, a naturally almost silver blond that is so very unusual, something she took from her mother. It hangs past her shoulders without ever seeming to get in her way until the violence starts: when she expects such things she braids it in elaborate french braids ahead of such things – she always did when fencing.
There’s a delicacy to her features, and yet that delicacy is a lie, a misdirection. There is no frailness here. Lithe sinuous muscles like those of a jungle cat are hidden under the latest fashions. A too practiced grace is cloaked in her step, hidden behind strut and poise. Athleticism doesn’t cut it. It’s a mystery, that seductive question that begs to escape your lips, that you want to ask, and that draws you in. Close. Closer. Close enough to see those perfect teeth, to realize all too late that she is no docile lamb, and no matter how disarmingly she flashes that smile, how carefully her nails are done, or how perfect her platinum hair is styled, when you look closely, under it all, is a predator.
A hunter that devoured men and women long before the Embrace wrapped her in its predatory cloak. She set herself apart from the kine even when she walked among them. This woman is a queen, she’s meant to rule someday, and in rags or riches that remains. That pride, that demand, that presumption of superiority. Unbowed, unbent, unbroken. And unkind.
“…this lunch is the equivalent of a duchess talking to a peasant.”
Caroline is a predator dressed in the latest Southern fashions, disdaining the New York and Paris trends and instead favoring gowns, skirts, and dresses in dark colors accented with diamonds and pearls that echo those worn a hundred years ago in the same halls as today. In life she enjoyed bright colors, yellows, reds, creams, and whites, offset occasionally with the stark elegance of black. Since her Embrace something about black calls to her almost constantly: she’s rarely seen in anything else. Perhaps she’s preparing for a funeral, or in mourning for the death of a loved one. Perhaps it’s her own funeral or death. Maybe it’s because she died in white.
The clothing is, of course, designed to send a message. It’s elegant, it’s eye-catching, and intentionally so. All of it expensive, all of it proper and prim, and all of it disposable – she rarely wears the same outfit twice, and never at formal events. She dresses as a queen, as a duchess, because it is how she expects and is expected to dress, even in private. She’ll never let anyone forget that she is far from common, and if for the particularly unobservant the only cue is the thousand dollar dress, then so be it, no matter how uncomfortable it might be. She pairs her wardrobe with jewelry, elegant and clean, not hiding the cut of stones or the quality of the pearls she prefers for her throat and ears, or the occasionally colored stones on her fingers, emeralds mostly. Then, of course, there’s the heels. An three or four inches, that give her that extra height to tower over other women and showcase her long sculpted legs and unwavering balance.
The complete package is always tasteful, even if it does showcase her form. Tastefulness is no excuse for mannishness, or boorishness, or shame. It’s the modesty of the rich and famous, rather than that of the housewife. Never toeing past the line of decency, but always calling with the seductive and alluring possibility that draws men in like moths to a flame and evokes jealousy in women.
“Caroline Malveaux represents the quintessential female protagonist written by a male author. This walking Lifetime movie frolics about our frightening New Orleans backdrop in stilettos, twirling her bleach-blonde hair beside an ample bosom barely covered in the latest fashions. She remains unblemished by the grit of our city through moxie alone, hopelessly searching for answers but unable to formulate the questions."
“’Quelle vie misérable elle doit vivre! Ma pauvre! Ma pauvre!’ ‘What a miserable life I live! Poor me! Poor me!’ Predictable…"
“Caroline is a book best judged by her cover and I suggest putting this book back on the shelf. When the curtains are called and the lights flicker on you will realize she was, after all, just a self-loathing brat with fangs.”
“My God. She’s as bad as I am. Maybe even worse.”
—Emmett “Em” Delacroix
Name: Caroline Elizabeth Malveaux
Date of Birth: December 19th, 1989
Date of Embrace: September 6th, 2015
Apparent Age: 25
Real Age: 25
Weight: 124 lbs
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Silver Blonde
Education: B.S. Premedical (Tulane), J.D. (Pending, Graduation April 2016, Tulane)
Extracurricular of Note: High School Fencing (Regional Semi-Finals, Saber, Trained with Sada Jacobson and David Douville), High School Debate (Nationals), Tulane Catholic Center, Student Bar Association, Tulane College Republicans (President, 2011-2013)
Net Worth: Unknown (Believed to be in excess of $10,000,000, plus additional family assets)
Job History: Clerk, Louisiana Supreme Court (2013-2015), Intern, Hailey, McNamara, Hall, Larmann & Papale, L.L.P. (2012-2013)
Criminal Record: None
Certifications: Concealed Carry Permit (Louisiana), CPR (American Red Cross), Driver’s License (State of Louisiana), Notary Public (Louisiana)
Religious Affiliations: Catholic Church (Practicing)
Languages: Arabic, English, French, Italian, Latin, Spanish
An heiress to the powerful Malveaux family, Caroline was groomed from childhood to excellence in the way that only the children of the super-rich can be. She enjoyed the finest tutors even before she attended prestigious private schools. Her evenings and weekends were filled with extracurricular studies designed to produce a perfectly balanced and refined product. At every opportunity she was exposed to new experiences, be they trips to Europe, family vacations to South America, or holidays across the country.
The results speak for themselves. She speaks at least five languages, is a practiced and capable public speaker, and has even been known to play the violin on occasion. She fenced competitively throughout high school, repeatedly certified in advanced first aid, and even (as a much beloved talking point for her pro-Second Amendment father) learned to shoot – the optics on a father-daughter range day were too good to pass up. She graduated summa cum laude from Tulane with her undergraduate degree while also pursuing a medical internship at TMC.
Caroline was publicly identified as the childe of René Baristheaut, a prior Hound in the service of the Prince until the early 20th century. She was allegedly accidentally Embraced in the course of her notional vicious torture and murder at the hands of the former Hound during 2015’s Southern Decadence festival.
• 3. Ventrue (e. ?, d. ?)
• 4. Alexander (e. ?, d. ?)
• 5. Gaius Pedius Marcellus (e. ?, d. ?)
• 6. Dominic de Valois-Burgundy (e. ?, d. ?)
• 7. Lothar Constantine (e. ?, d. ?)
Robert Bastien (e. ?, d. early 20th century)
René Baristheaut (e. late 19th century, d. 2015)
• 10. Caroline Malveaux (b. 1989, e. 2015)
During her examination by Camilla Doriocourt, Caroline Malveaux was publicly identified as the childe of the Ventrue René Baristheaut.
• Childe of
René Baristheaut (e. late 19th century, d. 2015) Caroline’s sire, from what she has been able to discover, was the last male scion of an old Creole family whose fortunes (like many others) shrank during Reconstruction, and an excommunicated Marine Corps officer who fought in the Spanish-American War. After his Embrace, he served as a Hound under his sire (the then-Sheriff), but left New Orleans following Bastien’s Final Death. He returned nearly a century later to Embrace Caroline and was later captured and turned into the Prince before meeting his Final Death at the trial prior to her release.
• Childe of
Robert Bastien (e. unknown, d. early 20th century) Caroline knows little of her grandsire, save that he served as New Orleans’ previous Sheriff and met Final Death while he held the office, allegedly at the hands of hunters (who in turn had their families executed in Vidal’s wrath).
• Childe of Lothar Constantine (e. unknown, d. ?) Caroline has learned nothing of her great-grandsire.
• Childe of Dominic de Valois-Burgundy (e. unknown, d. ?) Caroline has learned nothing of her great-great-grandsire, though has the educational background to recognize the surname as French (and even some of the history of the mortal House of Valois-Burgundy).
• Childe of Gaius Pedius Marcellus (e. unknown, d. ?) Caroline has learned nothing of her great-great-great-grandsire, though has the educational background to recognize the name as Roman.
• Childe of Alexander (e. unknown, d. ?) Caroline has learned nothing of her great-great-great-great-grandsire, though has the educational background to recognize the name as a Latinized version of the Greek Alexandros.
• Childe of Ventrue (e. unknown, d. ?) Caroline has learned nothing of the Ventrue clan founder.
• None known
• None known
Caroline’s great-grandfather + -Caroline’s great-grandmother
Carter Malveaux (b. 1923, d. 1965; age 42) + Caroline’s great-aunt
• Carson Malveaux (b. 1952; age 63)
• Undetailed children
• Undetailed children
James Malveaux (b. 1926, d. 1991; age 65) + Camillia Malveaux (née Lawless) (b. 1929; age 86)
• Orson Malveaux (b. 1950; age 65)
• Matthew Malveaux (b. 1954; age 61) + Vera Malveaux (née Dyer) (b. 1957; age 58)
• Adam Malveaux (b. 1985; age 30)
• Savannah Malveaux (b. 1987; age 28)
• Susan Malveaux (b. 1990; age 25)
• Charlotte Malveaux: (b. 1992; age 23)
• Elaine Malveaux: (b. 1994; age 21)
• Virginia Malveaux: (b. 1996; age 19)
• Nathaniel Malveaux (b. 1957; age 58) + Claire Malveaux (née Monroe) (b. 1958; age 57)
• Caroline Malveaux (b. 1989, e. 2015; age 25)
• Luke Malveaux (b. 1991; age 24)
• Westley Malveaux (b. 1993; age 22)
• Gabriel Malveaux (b. 1997; age 18)
• Thomas Malveaux (b. 1933; age 82)
• Undetailed three children
• Other illegitimate children rumored
See: The Malveaux Family.
“Your sire was not René Baristheaut, but Augusto Vidal. […] Your mortal background made you a compelling candidate for his Embrace.”
Seneschal Maldonato privately confided to Caroline, while preparing to execute her, that she is in truth the unacknowledged childe of Prince Augusto Vidal. Many details of her Embrace remain a mystery even to her, save that she was told the truth was to remain hidden under pain of Final Death. The deeper details of her lineage are a mystery to her—the Prince need never explain himself to anyone among the local Ventrue, and certainly not her, the wayward childe he has spoken to only once in passing at an official event.
• 3. Ventrue (e. ?, d. ?)
• 4. Tiamat (e. ?, d. ?)
• Unknown sire(s) (e. ?, d. ?)
• Augusto Vidal (e. centuries ago; 1212 purported by George Smith)
• Caroline Malveaux (b. 1989, e. 2015)