Lord Ambrose is a vampire of the Westminster Hive, the most fashionable hive in London, and Praetoriani to it’s Queen, Countess Nádasdy. He protects the hive and it’s queen from external threats, and due to his position, is able to move much further from the hive than other members. He will be frequently afield on hive business where others can not go.
Lord Ambrose is a large, exceedingly comely man, looking the way romantic schoolroom girls expect vampires to look – dark and broodingly arrogant with aquiline features and deep meaningful eyes. Unless his queen is in immediate danger, he is displays achingly good manners, and his politeness has never been faulted. He has had a very long time to cultivate his present nature. It is rumored he is older than even the Countess.
Lord Ambrose has a large drone network of information gatherers, predominantly of the pretty young female persuasion, and a fascination with ancient manuscripts. He has been instrumental in curating some of the finest examples currently housed in the British Museum.
The following quotes from The Parasol Protectorate novels give some insight into Countess Nadasdy, but are not required reading for the character. Your character sheet, supplied at the con, will have all the information needed to play this character.
Lord Ambrose was an exceptionally well-formed gentleman. His perpetual expression was one of pensive hauteur exacerbated by aquiline features and brooding dark eyes. Alexia felts that he had much in common with a mahogany wardrobe that belonged to Mrs. Loontwill’s great-grandfather and now resided in embarrassed austerity among the frippery of her mother’s boudoir. That is to say, Lord Ambrose was immovable, impossible to live with, and mostly filled with frivolities incompatible with outward appearance.
Lady Maccon put her hand onto the vampire queen’s arm, turning her mortal. At which juncture Lord Ambrose turned and saw what was occurring. “Let go of her, you soul-sucking bitch!” He charged across the room.
“If you don’t feel that it is forward of me to ask, are you here to kill me, Lord Ambrose?”
The vampire tilted his head to one side in acknowledgement “Sadly, yes, I do apologise for the incconvenience”
Lord Ambrose bowed his dark head, the shallow wound already closing and healing itself. “Forgive me, my queen, it is only your safety that concerns me.”
“Which is why you are my praetoriani.” In an abrupt change of mood, Countess Nadasdy reached to caress the very part of Lord Ambrose’s face she had just sliced open.
Look at the plucky young thing! She is trying to make a funny,’ said Lord Ambrose snidely.
“I’d be careful with country meat, my queen, it can be quite tough.”
“Rolled shirt sleeves is taking artistic expression to an utterly unacceptable level.” Lord Ambrose admonished.