Jacqueline Renier

Jacqueline Renier, the Darklord of Richemulot, is a master manipulator cloaked in civility—a noblewoman whose polished façade conceals a ruthless, predatory cunning. Regal and calculating, Jacqueline holds her domain not with brute force, but with whispers, secrets, and a city's worth of eyes and teeth in the walls.

Jacqueline rarely rules openly. Her power flows through the hollowed bones of Richemulot’s cities, where wererat spies and saboteurs work in shadow, where whispers travel faster than carriages, and no secret stays hidden for long.

  • Her influence reaches through the Trueblood Council, a secretive cabal of ancient families whose human faces mask lycanthropic loyalty.
  • She uses her underlings to incite unrest, topple rival factions, and control resources—all while posing as a concerned, distant noblewoman offering solutions to crises she quietly orchestrates.

Jacqueline’s curse is not a physical one—it is a prison of ambition and secrecy. She craves true dominion, to lead Richemulot as its revered protector. But her monstrous nature and obsessive need for control ensure she can never be loved, only feared and tolerated.

  • She cannot reveal her true self without terror and revulsion.
  • The more power she gains, the more paranoid and isolated she becomes, distrusting even her most loyal agents.

When Renier closes Richemulot’s borders, the land becomes a still, suffocating trap. The Mists sink into the gutters and alleyways, rats become unnaturally quiet, and every word seems to echo. Travelers find themselves turned around in winding streets, always returning to the same square.

Jacqueline Renier is the elegant tyrant of Richemulot—a wererat queen ruling through secrets, infestations, and fear, forever hiding the beast within while orchestrating a city that will never truly love her.

Mental characteristics

Personal history

Once merely the ambitious scion of a noble house, Jacqueline discovered a hidden truth: that Richemulot was never truly ruled by its humans, but by its ancient, secretive wererat bloodlines. When she embraced her own transformation into a wererat, she accepted it not as a curse, but as an awakening—a return to her people’s rightful place at the top of the food chain.

  • She moves with refined grace, preferring her noble human form: a stately woman in somber, aristocratic dress, her silver hair pulled back, her eyes sharp with unsaid judgment.
  • When enraged or threatened, she takes her hybrid form: a towering ratlike figure with gleaming fangs and clawed hands, her elegance warped into monstrous precision.

Reign

Renier has bound the verminous hordes of Richemulot to her will—swarms of rats and wererats that infest every tunnel and tenement, turning entire cities into her hidden fortress. Disease, fear, and rumor are her weapons. No locked door keeps her out, and no lie remains buried for long.

  • She unleashes infestations to manipulate public fear, then offers herself as savior.
  • Her lycanthrope kin breed in secret, expanding her hidden empire with every infection and birth.

Current Location
Family
Children
Current Residence
Chateau Delanuit
Pronouns
She/Her
Sex
Female
Gender
Woman
Presentation
Feminine

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