From left to right:
The Honorable Beatriz Castro e Cruz, Nosferatu Neonate
The Noble Mayem do Pombo, Nosferatu Pretender Elder
The Honorable Nels Von Ralho, Nosferatu Neonate
The Clan
Members of Clan Nosferatu are physically twisted and deformed by the Embrace, turned from their mortal appearance into the shape of horrific monsters. Worse, Nosferatu deformations are so cruel and vicious that many who are Embraced do not survive. Because these vampires are so hideous, they must keep themselves hidden from mortal society, lest they break the Masquerade. These deformities cause a deep bond between members of the clan, unifying them.
Some members of the Nosferatu clan revel in their repugnant appearance, using their deformities to shock and horrify other vampires. They keep their visages clearly apparent whenever possible, enjoying the discomfort that such a sight causes. In particular, these deformed vampires taunt the Toreador; the Nosferatu hate their beauty and artistic ability with a passion. If the Toreador had their way, Clan Nosferatu would be eradicated in order to protect the Masquerade — a thinly veiled excuse to cover bigotry and elitism. Clan Nosferatu carries similar animosity and revels in hurting Toreador above all else.
Members of Clan Nosferatu make their home amid the sewers of large cities, sheltering in broods with ghouled animals to protect them during the day. The Nosferatu are information-brokers, expert at stealth and cunning in the application of political pressure. They collect secrets, spying on and blackmailing other vampires. If they are cruel in their use of other people’s secrets, it is because their eternity is a hard one. Their ugliness makes them loathed, and such alienation quickly turns to spite.
Legend has it that the Nosferatu Antediluvian regretted breaking Caine’s law, and when the clan was cursed, he swore to eradicate his progeny from the earth. He took the most powerful of his brood, blood bound them, and commanded them to hunt the Nosferatu until every member of the clan is destroyed. No matter what sect or other loyalties a Nosferatu may have, the clan is unified in its fear and hatred of these Niktuku.
Stereotypes
Assamite: Secrets for amnesty seems like a fair trade.
Brujah: Emits showers of sparks. Point away from face. Point at some other asshole instead.
Followers of Set: They want our souls — usually until they understand the stench of a Nosferatu’s soul.
Gangrel: We have some common ground in being outsiders, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be careful around them.
Giovanni: Down in the sewers we see a lot of shit, but never so much as when a Giovanni heads our way.
Lasombra: I try to keep to the shadows, but I’ll hang out under the streetlights when I know one of these creeps has my number.
Malkavian: See my face? That’s what these maniacs’ minds look like. Except they’re still bleeding in there.
Ravnos: Peddlers of lies, they make great patsies, but they sure can bear a grudge.
Toreador: Sell them dirt on each other and they’ll scratch each other’s eyes out. It’s the only way to come out ahead with them.
Tremere: They’re not even vampires, you know that? They did something way wrong back in the day and now it’s stuck to them.
Tzimisce: I look like this ‘cause I have to. These fuckers choose to. That’s how nature says, “Stay away.”
Ventrue: High and mighty, until they need you.
Charge them double when they come calling. They can afford it.
Caitiff: “I never even knew my father!” Cry me a fucking river.
Camarilla: I’ll be damned, they think their claims of domain extend into the sewers.
Sabbat: Either monumentally gullible or Biblegrade wicked; either way, you’re better off when they’re somewhere else.
Anarchs: Sure, I’ll buy what you’re selling. For tonight, at least.
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