Harlequin

*Name: Samuel Prescott
*Clan: Malkavian
*Generation: 9th
*Embrace Date: 1910
*Apparent Age: 25
*Camarilla Status: 4
*Clan Status: 4
*Sire: Claire
*Known Childer: Ophelia (D)
*Facts: Few have ever seen him unobfuscated without a mask.
==Background==
Samuel Prescott was the youngest son of a successful New Orleans doctor. His family was much sought-after in society, and had enough money that the boys would never really need to work. Sam grew up amid balls and parties, learning the arts of shallowness, flattery, and insincerity, and was quite a charming young rake by the time he was twenty. That year his father passed away, and Sam inherited both a nice chunk of the estate and a membership in the Harlequins, one of the Mardi Gras Krewes.
The next year and a half were a whirl of theater engagements, cocktails, and balls for the young man. Sam never stopped to think about his dead father, though he dimly felt like he should. He obeyed his mother's wishes when he was around her and forgot them when he wasn't. He had a gaggle of pretty female admirers, every one of whom he loved with all his soul while she was in his presence, and none of whom knew about the others. He frantically prepared for Mardi Gras with his krewe and delighted in the prestige of being in the secret clubs. In short, he was a typical shallow, selfish socialite, and it never occurred to him that he had an existence (or personality) beyond his carefully cultivated image.
At one party right before Christmas 1909 he danced with Claire Clairmont, who enjoys crashing such events. Her Auspex showed her the young man's spirit. Here was talent ignored, intelligence wasted, and spirituality denied, crammed down and festering behind a facade of glittering idiocy. He amused and fascinated her, and after mulling it over for a few weeks, Claire surprised him as he was getting into costume for the Harlequin's carnival ball and Embraced him.
The embrace shattered Sam's self delusions and completely rearranged his personality. He became introspective and moody, and for a long time bitterly regretted frittering away his youth on mindless activities. He obsessed on illusions and masks, both literal and metaphorical, and took to calling himself "Harlequin" to honor his change. The Krewe of Janus was his idea, and he is its oldest member and leader.
A sample of Harelquin's most commonly worn masks
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Category:Camarilla
Category:Malkavian