# Gustave
### Overview
Gustave — just Gustave — claims to have been shat out of a whore on a cobbled back alley street in gay old Paris. From there he says that he clawed his way out of poverty, fighting addiction, pimps and ruffians along the way, until he found his true calling: music.
Gustave is the drummer for Riot Squad.
Backgrounds
Retainer
Ghoul: Rémi (Rat)
10000
Willpower
11111 10000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
00000 00000
Languages: French, English, Japanese
Uncommon Vitae Preference
Specific
2pt
FREEBIES (15 + 2 Flaws)
7 - Potence 0→1
7 - Animalism 0→1
2 - Courage 4→5
1 - Willpower 5→6
EXPERIENCE
8 - Intelligence 2→3
5 - Potence 1→2
Gear (Carried)
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Equipment (Owned)
Drum kit
Vehicles
Other
 A skeletal frame covered in too-pale, desiccated skin. He lost the tip of his nose somewhere, after a party he thinks, but cannot really remember. Amethyst eyes that almost seem to glow, and stringy white hair. He looks like he wears too much eye shadow, but they are unnaturally just that way. Sometimes he cuts marks into his skin and rubs black ink into the wounds until they heal the next night; sometimes he pieces random parts of his body just for fun. His tongue his overly long, easily three times the length of a normal persons .
If you ask him, Gustave will tell you he was born in Paris, or Bordeaux, or NIce. He will back up his statements with a propensity to speak exclusively in French, a penchant for fruity smelling Parisian cigarettes, and an asshat attitude worthy of the snootiest of waiters in from the City of Lights. About the only thing remotely true about any of this is that he is French, well, French Canadian. He was born in Montreal; he was a beautiful baby and he grew into a stunning young man.
Gustave was vain, ambitious, selfish. He fancied himself an actor, or a dancer, or a celebrity with no discernible talent. He made his was to New York the moment he turned eighteen and never looked back. He got work, and if being introduced to the casting couch got him parts, so be it. He wasn't a proud person. But he was an asshole. A vain one at that. And judgemental.
One night he was out clubbing and a nice guy approached him. Nice, but unattractive. Oh he wasn't a troll or anything, but certainly not up to Gustave's standards. He didn't just turn the man down, he humiliated him. The fuckboys and the glittertwinks all laughed. Gustave smiled smugly as the nice guy slinked off. But there was one person who did not join in on the reverie.
A monster had been lurking in the club that night, a monster who took umbrage with how the pretty boy named Gustave treated the nice guy. The monster followed Gustave home and decided that the young man who was beautiful on the outside, was ugly as sin on the inside, deserved to be punished. He Embraced Gustave that night.
Gustave's sire stayed with him long enough to explain his fate, all while his undead body twisted and contorted itself. He was tranformed into a hideous creature, all that ugliness inside of him manifest outwardly. His sire left not too long after - oh he showed Gustave the basics, laughing at him through it all. He was then left alone.
Gustave contemplated walking into daylight on more than one occasion during this time. For some reason he didn't. He eventually found a place to vent his frustrations pounding drums for an Anarch band called Riot Squad. It remains to be seen if he is an Anarch at heart, or just a selfish prick.