If there was ever one created perfect, who would have presumably somersaulted from the womb to save his mother the pain of childbirth, it is Francois. Unlike many of his fellow vampires, he was not born as bloodthirsty as he is vain, but was created in the image he holds today by a complex process few know or understand. That was sixteen years ago. After all that business with his family back in Bordeaux. As the youngest of seven there was little worry over the matter in inheritance, and Francois reveled in being largely unsupervised in parts and being granted large amounts of fawning attention by his older siblings. As the years passed, so did his siblings, some falling to demons of their own making, others to squandered shares of fortune, and the rest to illness. By the time of Francois’s departure for the London court the estate was under the dutiful eye of his last remaining brother, and his aging mother. Acting with the troupe earned enough gold to be sent home and keep Francois well stocked in spiced wines, but it was not the place for him. One must be careful in court, humble on command and above all restrained. Three things Francois is not. It was by the advice of Eileen the Illuminating that he moved to the town of Hogsmeade, the first all magic settlement in all of Britannia. While Francois is no stranger to magic, as none who know the inner-workings of the troupe can miss, he is a muggle and his residence there was approved by Hengist the Woodcutter before his departure. In the little village, Francois fits the role of odd jobs man, as people know him far to well to entrust him with one job for longer than his attention span will allow. Regardless he is a chipper fellow, living on emotion alone and god help anyone who tries to disagree with him. This one likes to play with his food.