Conrad

Conrad Rochambeau appears to be a roughened Cajun man, with many hard years under his belt. It can be assumed that, in life, he was a tan, hardy man, but the Embrace has left his skin with a sickly pallor. An ever present scent of dirt lingers on him, no matter what, and it is often held with disdain by the upper wrungs of society. This matters little, considering he generally moves about to different places weekly. In terms of an appearance, Conrad tends to keep in touch with the era in which he died: his hair remains trapped with a shaggy 70s flair, and his side-burns are never trimmed; his plaid flannel shirts and roughened boot-cut jeans bear a resemblance to those worn over 30 years ago. To top it all off, his prized pair of gator-skin boots have served him well over the years, and definitely show it.