Jean de Griss, well does look like death warmed over since he bears the hideous visage common for a member of Clan Nosferatu. Having been given the gift when New Orleans was just a trading post, he has seen it grown during its first 150 years or so of existence. He does smell of death and decay, becoming good at staking his prey with the wind helping to provide some protection.

Not having much material wealth living in a vault, he does take umbrage at his home being violated. He will ask permission before entering a place and expects the same in return.