Auclair is a Winter Follower. She is scholarly, quiet, and remorseless. She has an affinity for chess, and is corpse-like in mannerisms.
One may engage in a romantic relationship with Auclair if she is spoken to and Streets Strange by Moonlight is chosen as the subject of discussion. Temptation: Enlightenment or any of its forms (ex., Desire: Enlightenment) is also required to do so..
Auclair has a scholarly aspect and a morbid streak. [You might be able to recruit this acquaintance as a follower.]
- Acquaintance description
Aspects: Acquaintance, Mortal
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Auclair is quiet, meticulous and remorseless.
- Believer description
Aspects: Mortal, Follower, Winter 2
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Auclair rarely speaks. She chooses her words with care. Even her movements have become economical. She is never seen to blink.
- Disciple description
Aspects: Mortal, Potential, Winter 5, Follower, Disciple
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The air is frosty, the candles gutter, the street-sounds are hushed. Someone is here.
- Exalt description
Aspects: Mortal, Winter 10, Exalted, Follower, Disciple
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Auclair enjoys chess, now more than ever. The black, the white.
- Rival description
Aspects: A Rival's Ascension 2, Mortal, Maverick, Suspicious
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Auclair does not speak or eat.
- Prisoner description
Aspects: Mortal, Heart 3, Lantern 3, Prisoner, Grail 3, Winter 5
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Auclair can be romanced at Streets Strange by Moonlight.
The light is silver; the breeze is cool; the night's silence invites words as dark velvet invites a finger's touch.
- Invitation description
Auclair elevates her face and orients her mouth into a bright, clear smile. 'Delighted,' she says.
- Followup description
Speaking with Auclair is always a little like fencing and a little like accounting, so it's a surprise when she hesitates and lets the hesitation draw out inelegantly far. 'I don't want to touch you,' she says at last, 'but I want to be in your bed. Tonight.'
- Success description
Auclair sets up the chess board. The rules are a little different every evening. By the evening's end, we have always been distracted from them.
- Season description
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My mind is crowded with her. The catechisms over soup, the dialogues of daily life. What once were strolls beneath the moon are now our cherished memories, of her and I before we truly knew ourselves. Now we know. Now we are scholars of the heart. Now we are each other's. [This might be considered a victory. But the House is no place for lovers.]
- End description