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==Faces of the Clan==

*'''Mr Sharpe - Primogen of Clan Toreador'''

The Toreador Primogen is widely considered by the denizens of London to be a harmless dandy. Whilst his origins are a somewhat murky matter, his integrity was vouched for by his Sire, Leopold, an Elder of the Clan. In fact, it is speculated that out of respect for Leopold Mr Sharpe was installed as the Primogen of the Clan by Prince Mithras. The golden haired young man is energetic and diligent in his duties toward the Clan. He is also considered an unmatched talent in his chosen art form - tailoring. He is a familiar face that the Neonates of the Clan would see often. He is approachable, whilst still commanding the appropriate respect of his station but the steel in his spine can only be felt around other Camarilla officials. Around his own he is relaxed and friendly. 

*'''Scarlet O'Reilly - Grand Harpy of London'''

The Grand Harpy of London is a petite, chirpy woman with laughter like the gentle chiming of bells and smile as radiant as moonlight. Beneath the harmless, appealing exterior however lays a delicate cruelty the likes of which the younger members of the clan as well as anybody unwitting enough to cross the Grand Harpy become intimately acquainted with. Often referred to adoringly as 'Lady Silvertongue' there are few doors that remain closed to the attractive Rose. It is said that she has the ear of the Prince himself! while she is a powerful ally, her benevolence is often short lived and she is prone to sharp changes of mood when displeased. It is widely known that whilst she is as harsh with Toreador fledgelings and Neonates as she is with those of other clans she is also fiercely protective of the offspring of the clan. 

*'''Leopold - Elder of the Clan'''

The Elder of Clan Toreador appears rarely in the public eye. Perhaps the several centuries of existence he is rumoured to have behind his back weigh heavy on him or perhaps he simply does not understand this day & age. Still, he resides within London, a bedrock to those of his blood, who are lost, in need of guidance or seeking knowledge of their blood and Clan beyond that, which deems them aloof artists. Leopold, it is said, has resided in London since his mortal days. He has never moved, never travelled far beyond the domain and hungers for knowledge that others, having done so, could bring. To those who have seen him, Leopold appears as a well groomed, if starkly and simply dressed gentleman in his early thirties, with raven black hair that hangs in loose waves over his shoulders and piercing mist grey eyes, which seem to seep into the very soul. He is less bon vivant and more a philosopher, an embodiment of the bohemian nature of the clan without the added debauchery and falsehoods. He has Sired many Childer in his time but he is said to be rather fond of the current Primogen, Mr Sharpe.