The LaCroix Foundation

And I, you. All are welcome in my domain.

Most excellent. The anarchs have been a thorn at my side for quite some time. You'll be rewarded quite handsomely for your efforts, kindred, when their legitimacy is proven.

Message me. We have much to discuss, and perhaps, we can better accomodate you under our umbrella. Let this be a warning to all who deny the Camarilla's strength.

He's been a thorn at my side since I moved into this building. Our security is so bumblingly incompetent I have Kine at my door almost every week.

Please be serious. The last thing I look for at my side is a worshipful fan.

Prove yourself loyal and perhaps I have a space for you in my upper ranks. Otherwise, find yourself a more suitable and willing mentor.

You’ve done enough, Neonate. Perhaps if your sire was more thorough you could have stood a chance in this society.

As it stands, I’m embarrassed to call you a part of my kingdom. Do try to do better.

Preposterous. I am the only LaCroix you will ever meet at this position.

Shame on you.

However a fledgling decides to dine is up to their own judgement. Whenever fledgling dines with the primogen, then perhaps their manners will be closer observed.

The Sheriff enforces the Camarilla traditions in my territory.

His sexual status is irrelevant to his position, and you’d do well to stop asking such profane questions.

Do you have suiters? Otherwise, such affairs are none of your business.

Please contact the sheriff with any potential suitors, though.

-F.C.

There are no kings in this unlife, childe. I've earned my position and lack of respect will only grant you a premature final death.

Do well to remember this, kindred.

False rumours are not to be harkened to in this domain!

Whatever you've heard has the stench of deceit upon it. Bother me no further with this ridiculous accusation.

A puppet? Dear Kindred, I pull the strings of this nightly marionette show, and you’re about to start hitting yourself for comedic effect.

Sadly, my affliction requires that I only drink the blood of the under-sexed and over-inquisitive. Come to Venture Tower.

That’s “Mr. LaCroix” to you, punk.

This is not a productive area of discussion.

As a resident of Los Angeles, one must become accustomed to the local culture. If I must become "LaCroy", then c'est la vie.

You have no idea the power I possess.