Blood and Bourbon
John Harley Matheson
Banished elder & accused headhunter
“Matheson is a predator, nothing more. Run out of the city a century ago by the Prince like a pedophile might be run out of the playground by an angry father, he’s lingered on the outskirts unable to resist the temptation ever since, luring out victims. If that were his only trait he’d be despicable enough, but his social mores, attitude, and knowledge is at least a century out of date. He’s racist, patronizing, abusive, violent, and cruel. Combining those with power and influence produces one of the most legitimately terrible Kindred in the city hidden behind a veneer of civility as long as you’re on your knees.”
“The years outside the city have made him a bit old-fashioned, but he always manages to remain entertaining.”
“Many had abandoned all thought of Mr. Matheson by the time I arrived in New Orleans—his banishment having occurred almost thirty years earlier and transport out to his plantation requiring significantly more effort—and danger—than it does tonight. Among those that had been in the city long enough to remember his exile, I think some genuinely believed him to have perished out in those dark lands, but more seem to have simply found it more expedient to pretend that he had. Clan Tremere was not among either group. In my infrequent visits I found him polite but firm to the point of inflexibility, and a source of tremendous knowledge of the city’s own history when suitably entertained. In those earlier years of my Requiem I found his particular adherence to protocol and formality somewhat stifling. In hindsight, the visits to his plantation were good practice for the various European courts.”
John Harley Matheson has a rectangular, clean-shaven face with a prominent Roman nose and sandy blond air typically pulled back in a short ponytail. At a casual glance, he looks no older than his early 20s. Yet there is a distinctly marble-like cast to his pallid features, as if one were not staring at a real person but a frighteningly well-crafted statue. His clear blue eyes are distant and cool. They have the dangerous glint of a man who is rarely denied the things he wants. After a century and half spent on his isolated plantation, he usually dresses in hopelessly anachronistic charcoal suits, circa mid-19th century at the most recent.
• Gabriel Hurst (e. mid 20th century)
• Becky Lynne Adler (e. early 21st century)
He usually dresses in hopelessly anachronistic charcoal suits, circa mid-19th century at the most recent.
. down to tail coats and ascot ties.