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Name: Edward Fontaine
Apparent Age: Mid-30's
Years Undead: ~150
Clan: Gangrel
Title: Deputy to the Sheriff
While many Kindred came from the east at Prince Alderidge's call to the Domain, Edward was the only one to come from the west. The Gangrel was Embraced by a sire he never met in the waning nights of the Wild West, and put through the ultimate Accounting. His sire stalked behind him as the young vampire fled from death, fighting or failing on his own accord. It was only then, after the childe had proven he could survive, that the same sire revealed himself to Edward and brought him into the Camarilla. What, precisely, he and his sire were doing in the wastes is a mystery to the damned, but whatever it was won them both great Standing in the Camarilla and saw Edward arrive as a hero to those Kindred In the Know. Edward's title as a "Deputy" downplays just how vital his work has been to the Domain - and how frustrating he's been to the Anarchs. While Thad Throwdown is good for picking fights and Victor the Rat frustrates their conspiracies, Edward fits the mold of a happy warrior who prevents them from being able to recruit. He's one of Houston's greatest warriors and propagandists, delighting generations of new childer to toe the line with the promise that they could be rewarded just as he has. And by the time they figure out the lie, it's much too late to get out from under it. When the time for talk ends, though, Edward is more than capable of rending Sabbat and Anarchs alike with his claws. He doesn't seem to bare any particular enmity for the Anarchs, but some in the Movement snicker that this Gangrel may very well believe his own lies about the benevolence of the Camarilla.
If Edward Fontaine ever did believe that the Camarilla was the beacon of nobility and chivalry he claimed, his very last moments unalive proved him wrong. Edward was present with Henry Mitchell at the ambush laid for Baron Richard by Robin St. Claire. What the Camarilla believed would be a coup against the Anarchs turned into an ambush within an ambush. The Sabbat of New Orleans - thought dead by both the Movement and the Camarilla - descended upon the Camarilla, and Edward was left to fend for himself. He would die in his famous silver wolf form, burned from the inside by a molotov cocktail grafted in his innards by Alexis Delacroix.