Careful, calculated, and intelligent. Romain did not rise in the ranks of his pack as a result of his prowess alone (though he does make a formidable opponent when pressed). Rest assured, if the man is on your scent he's likely four moves ahead of you already and he'll know what you're expecting. He resorts to violence only as a last resort and when he does it is devastatingly overwrought, which makes him all the more feared. His anger is quiet like an oncoming storm and it flashes like heat lightning- white and blinding and without the backing of thunder, like most men. It leaves a searing mark across your face that serves as a caution not to proceed. Few have survived that have breached this point.
No one really knows if his name was mere bonne chance, or if it was earned. But either way, Etienne is not a man to be trifled with. Not only does he enjoy killing, he savours it. It's like a meal to be cherished, course by course, not brutally strewn across alleys and open fields. Romain does not prefer Etienne's way of killing (much too slow for his taste), though he will occasionally reward the man for his good service by secreting a captive or two away for him to do with as he pleases. He's slow and sensual, his movements so gentle that when prompted many of their victims will choose him over Dubois or any of the others (if they're given a choice- most of the time the question is meaningless and their answer will have no effect on their fate). Romain feels sorry for them, then, because it could have gone so much more quickly.
A guard dog, literally. Serge is the man Romain uses to bring people in because he's swift, discreet, and doesn't mess around (so long as he returns the targets alive, he is rewarded handsomely for his trouble). He doesn't speak nearly as much as Etienne (who will coo over a good glass of wine for ten minutes if given the chance), but he's always listening. Serge draws his heritage from a native population, their bloodlines long since fanned out and thinned by an influx of other ethnicities, but his grandfather was a practicer of the old arts, and he taught his only grandson how to harness the darkness and light of the mother earth herself. The man took him in after the Bite, thinking it to be a blessing and not a curse. Serge is a legendary tracker, but he feels as though his place within the pack might be gaining less appreciation than he deserves. He's beginning to think that, perhaps, he could make better decisions even than Romain could.