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Full Character Name: Jean-Luc St. Laurence
Character Birthday & Age: October 31, 1955, 54
City & Country of Birth: Bordeaux, France
Blood Purity: Muggleborn
Alma Mater: N/A

Cover Job (If any): Illusionist/Ringmaster
Type of Criminal: Organized Crime Lord
Allegiances / Loyalties / Political Faction: To whomever pays the right price.
Have they committed any previous crimes?: No
If yes, what were they and were they convicted?:
What crimes might you commit in the future?  Discuss all possible: Working close in hand with a few other organized crime rings, it would not be beyond Jean-Luc's ability to destroy entire nations from the inside out. However, for now it is in his best interest to simply empty the pockets of those watching the shows of the circus, and helping fund other endeavors.
Are you currently under pursuit by the Ministry of Magic?: No
Wand: N/A


Physical Description:
A tall man, Jean-Luc stands well over six feet tall; with long legs and spider like hands he nearly always towers over every soul who dare cross his path. With raven black hair that passes well down his spine, he’s often looked upon in wonderment of his age. The crows feet around his eyes, deepened by his years of good hearty laughter pinned him somewhere in the later years, but without a trace of gray--where did the number fall. His skin, despite his years of pleasure in the sun, his skin remains a rather pale olive color that carries a deep rich earthy color only in lantern light. However, upon the fall of the night the moon brings out every dark shadow of a tortured phantom, but the very two-faced gentleman only lets that dark side show in his nearly lifeless so blue they are almost black eyes during the daylight hours.

Jean-Luc has a kind yet convincing grin that far too often helped him out of the devil’s hand, or into the lap of a daughter of fortune. Though, money as of the later years has been a struggle, he somehow still manages to make his rags look like riches, and robes fit of a king. In reflection of his former life he still wears his family ring, and at any given moment can switch back to that refined former politician should the need rise. 


Personality Description:
With an every open inviting hand, Jean-Luc, though not the first to rise in a fight is most certainly the one watching while waiting to jump in. Though opposite of hunting for the weaker prey, he simply waits until his pack of wolves pick off the lost souls, and buries his deadly hands around the throat of the larger beast. He is quick to draw when it comes to a battle of wits, and is nearly unbeatable in a game of chess. His love for science and all living organisms keep him away from modern technology, but it is very much what has kept him alive all of these years. His survival instinct is uncanny, but truly it simply his power of seduction. One can almost always get out of anything with the will of a beating heart beneath a palm. It is not beneath him, nor beyond him to try and charm his way out of capture.

An overall caring individual, his crimes are mostly spent in league with keeping his people afloat. He welcomes all to this campfires at night, and cherishes his time with his family. Though there have been many nights he has woken up with a knife to his throat, it is out of compassion and weakness that he finds another dawn. None can knock him off his throne, and out of loyalty many men and women remain his devoted subjects.

History:

I. In The Beginning

Early one morning after a long and tortuous labor, Château Margaux, welcomed the triumphant hollow cries of an October son, and suddenly a very vacant home was once again filled with life. The surrounding city was alive with the buzz of a child, that would hopefully help restore balance in an otherwise empty home. A city that has been known to shelter the French Government at least briefly during every major war, it wasn't until after the Second World War, that "La Belle Endormie" felt the effects of the recession, and Château Margaux, became one of the most lucrative wineries. With fear of ruining his family's legacy, Master St. Laurence tormented the estate with his constant eye until he became the very definition of fear. Without an heir of his own, his legacy was to end, and the pressure drove a wedge between he and his current wife until she made many attempts to take his life. A jealous woman she went insane with a violent rage when finding him in the arms of one of the chamber maids, and the estate's first body of the year was buried beneath the vineyards giving that particular Merlot the nickname of 'blood wine' it became one of the estate's best sellers. Additionally, Jean-Luc was born that same year, and for a very brief moment all seemed well enough to carry on the facade of better tomorrows.

Jean-Luc, fed from his silver spoon never wanted of anything, and grew as tall as the shadows that surrounded the vineyard. Often, when growing up in great privilege there came greater pressures and his education though taught privately became a heavy burden as the young son was pushed far too harshly to succeed. His tutors came and went like waves on the Aquitaine shores, and it wasn't until he was on his fifth governess did his mother step in to personally handle his education where he in turn tormented her with his ruthless science and far too explorative mind.

One night she found him on the estate's roof  during a heated summer storm, but it wasn't this that caused her concern to take root. A very passionate lover of classic literature, Jean-Luc's ideas came from many of his many novels, and with conducting wire in one hand and a lightning rod in the other his mother realized he was channeling the works of Victor Frankenstein. He had run the line back into his room where she discovered the family pet dead upon what appeared to be an ironing board turned operating table, and her fine crystal filled with various other organs. After a fit of tears, the small boy had confessed to accidentally running the dog over during his riding lessons, and had been too afraid to admit defeat without trying to revive their beloved pet first. His mother was checked into the local mental hospital that next day, and after a strange letter came by way of an owl, spouting more madness
Jean-Luc was shipped to France's finest private school.

Boarding school as it most always is, was very hard on the otherwise very opinionated free-spirit. He struggled for many years to reform to his families standards. It wasn’t until Jean-Luc found himself in the school’s debate team did he appear to find his calling. To the entire student body he had to dress and act the part of a future polished politician, but on the podium he appeared a untamable beat. With rise from every horrid stiff-neck, Jean-Luc held much promise. However, in the late 60’s just after his 18th birthday, Jean-Luc stared face to face, his heaviest political debate yet--his future against his father.

The Comte d’Aquitaine an heir of St. Laurence, who always publicly placed blame for his wife’s failing mental state on his son, took the opportunity to rid himself of the estate and all of it’s struggles. With his new found freedom he dumped the entire family fortune (or so he claimed) upon his young son, and had it not been for the welfare of the estate’s staff the great house would have fallen. However, upon his seat as head of household it was quickly discovered that his father had nearly gambled away all of the estate’s fortune, and do to a horridly dry season the vineyards were in ruin.

II. The Vintner’s Luck

Forced to lay off nearly the entire staff, it was going to take a miracle to give life back to the families legacy, and restore the great home into it’s former glory. Yet, just like the novel by Elizabeth Knox, Jean-Luc as well was visited by an angel in hopes of turning the estate’s fortune around. Yet, unlike the Angel, his held nothing of the sort that resembled winter scented white wings, or beautiful lyrics of a savior. Instead, his angel came with the lips of the devil, and words of condemnation. Exotic eyes and deep mocha skin called unto the night, and in one night  her ruby red lips became all the truth he needed, and the estate crumbled to nothing and eventually sold.

From there they took to the roads, he a son of wealth and fortune, she the very heart of her people, and Jean-Luc was welcomed into her caravan until he became their king. A new world was discovered, and not just in the warmth between her thighs--wizards, wars, and magic. Nothing was as it seemed, and the Caravan often found more than just lost souls upon it’s ever changing path. Winters came one by one, were blood spilled like wine and cold bitter winds turned them out more often than not. Yet, one night on the longest night of the year a son was born, and in this all of the shadows fell at his tiny feet in praise of such a beautiful baby. Nightingale, became the very laughter he had forgotten about, having traded his happier times long ago for another meal and a good night’s sleep.

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Years came and went, until their son was called without little surprise to a school for rather gifted youngsters, and with Gale’s parting train Jean-Luc felt his heart leave with him. For a small span of years his son returned for breaks during the holidays, but even those little visits stopped; he knew it was time to let go, but somewhere he felt he was feeding Gale to the wolves. 

War came, and with it he learned of a new place. Working along side wizards and muggles alike he became an ear to the ground when only those able to walk in the shadows had privilege to sanctuary. Without a formal education, he couldn’t call himself a wizard, but a muggle he most certainly was not. He and his people held pockets full of dark tricks, but no wands would have them--nor did any more owls ever come. In this case they became expendable, but highly recommended for dirtier jobs where public figures dare not cross. No longer able to associate themselves with the Romani people or their laws, Jean-Luc and his men used the stereotype to their advantage. Their horse drawn wagons were perfect for smuggling along enemy lines, and their fearless nature made them a perfect ally. Though many of the older members of the once peaceful tribe, turned away from their king to keep with their customs and laws, but with every town they passed Jean-Luc was able to take in the unwanted.

After the war, Jean-Luc and his band of thieves settled in the forests just outside of Russia’s capital where they started to rebuild. Upon that revival came black and red tents as high as the treetops with rings of fire on the inside, and unimaginable routines brought to life. A rebirth rose first in the dark forests, but then took to the roads where the caravan continues to perform to this very day. However, unlike the storybook ending that came with the rise and fall of power, this circus certainly isn’t what it seems, and would rob you blind while stealing your breath.

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Sum up your character in one paragraph:
Once upon a time there had been a great and powerful life for the St. Laurence heir, but now Jean-Luc lives among his men as their equal and as their king. A loyal man, he can always be counted on to come when called, especially when the pay is well and the women are cheap. Blood as rich as wine runs his veins and his soul is made of fire. Able to switch between many languages the once king now turned Illusionist, with long black hair and even darker eyes is a great ally to have, but never one to be underestimated.

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