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
Auclair is quiet, meticulous and remorseless.
- Believer description
Aspects: Mortal, Follower, Winter 2
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
The air is frosty, the candles gutter, the street-sounds are hushed. Someone is here.
- Exalt description
Aspects: Mortal, Winter 10, Exalted, Follower, Disciple
Auclair enjoys chess, now more than ever. The black, the white.
- Rival description
Aspects: A Rival's Ascension 2, Mortal, Maverick, Suspicious
Auclair does not speak or eat.
- Prisoner description
Aspects: Mortal, Heart 3, Lantern 3, Prisoner, Grail 3, Winter 5
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
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