Hansome and desinterested, Peter Irons tends to leave quite a decadent first impression. He moves with lazy grace and weares expensive blouses without buttoning them properly. His sharp eyes and thin, black hair betray more refinement and elegence than he cares to show. Unfortunately, striking up a conversation with him can be an arduous task. He's not interested in politics, hunting grounds, progeny or anything. When pressed to discuss such matters he can become quite angry and spiteful. It seems better for everyone if this Toreador is simply left alone.
The last survivor of a once powerful bloodline, Irons seems to be an outcast vampire. Officially an accepted member of the Camarilla, he rarely leaves his territory. Only two vampires can claim his friendship, Kasha, leader of the Vipers, and Siriz, leader of the Riding Dead. How Irons maintains this unlikely position is a mystery.
"Yes! Rachmaninoff! Who told you that? You recognized the style? Really? You're a bad liar..."