Andrew Sedwich, known to the supernatural world as one of the former most powerful Incubus poets in the world. During the early days of the victorian era, Sedwich made his reputation on beautifully written poetry. However, that wasn't the only reason behind his poetry, as it also got him closer to the very thing he needed to survive as an Incubus. It was said that at one point he was so powerful even the high order of Vampires in Britain wouldn't dare cross his path. Those days have long since passed, and Andrew currently lives in seclusion at an unknown location. Rumor has it that Sedwich found a way to live without having to feed that which his being craves. This rumor is yet to be confirmed as truth.
Andrew is a tightly kept man, relying heavily on appearances and wealth to intimidate his foes. However, to accommodate ever changing times, Andrew has had to take a more hands on point of view when conducting any business.
Andrew has had very little interaction with other supernatural beings since the fall of his "Golden" era. The only notable relationship with any other races is a bad blood between him and a pack of Werewolves from Spain for reasons unknown. That set aside, in Andrew's roughly 6,000 years he has never had any other serious issues with any other races aside from the occasional of his own.