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Louis de Pointe du Lac
Name: Lestat
Age: 251
Birthplace: Clermont-Ferrand, Auvernge, France
Current Location: Vauvillers, Franche-Comté, France
Height: 6'0"
Eyes: "Grey, but absorb the colors blue and purple easily from surfaces around them"
Hair: blond
I've been pretty irritated about this--I hear my name being mispronounced more than correctly, so I will also describe how to pronounce "Lestat." It is not "LIS-tat" or "LAH-stat" but "Less-TOT". The "Less" should be rather short and "tat" measurably heavier and more emphasized; respectively spoken with a French flair.
Well, I am not Louis. I am Lestat de Lioncourt, son of the Marquis d'Auvergne, so I will begin my way. And that is, frankly, the David Copperfield style.
I was born in a family where aristocratic blood ran pure and through. However, my ancestors squandered all the family fortune; leaving an indecent sum of money. I was the youngest of the family, and I would not receive any of the inheritance. I have, technically, seven siblings, yet only two lived to adulthood. Three, including me.
I was a very bright student, and a few instructors offered me a place in the monastery as a scholar when I was only twelve. Naturellement, I accepted with gratitude, but my father quickly disappointed me by sending me home just a few days after my application and burned all my books. To this very day, I hold my grudge against him.
Well, back to the story. I was only twenty-one when I killed a pack of wolves, and I was largely praised by the townsfolk. One man made me a cloak out of the wolf's fur, and his son, Nicolas de Lenfent, and I became close friends. We both were tired of the boring, everyday country life, so we fled to the city. Paris, center of French culture and commerce. There I became an actor with a traveling troupe of Italian commedia dell'arte actors.
There I met a man named Magnus, an immortal, who made me into what I am now, a vampire. He chose me for my fiery passion, my beauty, and my intelligence and innovative ideas. Soon I was alone, a newborn vampire lost in the darkness, with no one to turn to, for he walked into the flames right after making me.
Over the years, I have encountered quite a many vampire, such as Armand and his whole coven of vampires that hid under les Innocents, the graveyard; Marius, who entrusted me to keeep his secret of the history of Those Who Must Be Kept, and the great Mother and Father, Akasha and Enkil.
Soon after meeting Marius, I was told that I couldn't stay, much as he wanted me to. The New World was a good place to go, I was informed, so I booked on a passage to New Orleans, Louisiana, which was very much like my home. I met the admiringly mortal Louis de Pointe du Lac, suffering from his brother's recent death, and made him into a vampire. He wanted to leave me since he thought I really had nothing to offer to him, but soon changed his mind after he took Claudia's life and I gave her a new one.
And now, I am still Lestat--not the son of the Marquis, nor the actor. But the vampire.
