Horribly decadent is how Gervase Hemithanes would describe himself. In fact, he would call himself the height of decayed decadence, a true Hemithane, ruled by passion and greed; the only two emotions a true vampire needs. Gervase was born in Britain, and grew up in a royalty that rarely washed and used heavy face paints and cloying perfumes to cover the stench of their bodies. But, they were also bedecked in jewels and heavy fabrics, the height of fashion with their foot high wigs, powdered to perfection. Born in such a time, Gervase was right to refer to himself as decayed decadence.

Gervase was always a cruel child, taking delight in the screams of his twin brother and other siblings, bringing them torment whenever possible. The son of a great collector of swords and weapons of battle, Gervase was provided with the tools to inflict pain. He was the middle child of five, including his twin brother. And one by one, he eliminated them, for if they were all dead, then he would be heir and free to pursue every dark thought that haunted him and swam in his mind. More than that, he wanted to hear their screams, measure the timbres and the differences in them. To his eldest sister he engaged her in a game of tag, leading her deeply into the forest and directly into a ditch filled with newly sharpened poles. He watched as she called weakly for him, screaming as she tried to pull the large wooden pole from her chest. He was twelve. 

At fourteen he had his brothers kidnapped, with the help of the local rabble. One brother was bludgeoned to death while Gervase watched. The other was defiled and then drowned. Gervase took a particular delight in hearing his screams, and measuring them against his sisters. He saved the last for his beloved twin, Calum. He wanted his twins blood on his hands. Calum was already wary of his brother, having seen the madness in his eyes since birth. But he could not have stopped Gervase's tide of pain and horror, and soon fell victim to his older twin. Calum was killed in Gervase's own chambers, tied to the bed, lashes and deep scars running the length of his naked body. Gervase's delight rippled like evil into the air, and he knew that he would not stop, even though he was the last surviving heir after having killed his twin.

But, his Father was taking far too long to die, and both his parents suspected him. Gervase knew that his Mother was pregnant yet again, and that they both hoped for another child so that Gervase would not inherit all. Gervase would not allow that. His Mother he poisoned. He sat across the great dining table and smiled at her as she choked and finally died after a sip of wine. He kissed his Mother's lips as the breath left her body and his Father wailed, and smiled as he smeared the rouge from her mouth over his lips. His Father was a broken man after that, and went half-mad, throwing accusations at his last surviving son. Gervase would often sit and watch him, recounting the planning and the events of his brothers and sisters, and Mother's death to his Father in detail. Eventually, Gervase tired of his Father's madness and beheaded him, leaving the head in his room upon his dresser until it began to rot. Gervase still has the old man's eyes.

This was when Delilah found him. And embraced him for all his pleasure in things of horrid beauty, indeed for his very madness. 

Gervase is very effeminate and is often seen powdered and rouged as he was as a human. He is said to have a cruel and twisted soul and sense of humor, and an ever darker temper. If so, one would not know it until it was too late. Gervase has many forms and faces, and can change them at will. Upon his embrace, Gervase developed the art of flesh-crafting. Where before he could only cut and rend with the tips of a blade, he could now control the flesh with a touch of his hand, causing unending pain and screams enough to last a lifetime. Gervase denies himself no pleasure, and he is greedy.

The Clan views Gervase as the other end of the spectrum. He has taken the delight of bloodplay and fleshcrafting to an entirely new level, and he is often viewed with both awe and horror. Gervase would have it no other way. He delights in great beauty and great ugliness.