email@example.com Hans N Sagan 21-APR-1994 20:33:52.96 Noctem the Nosferatu Nature: Autocrat Demeanor: Fanatic Concept: Vengeful Nosferatu Ascendancist Sire: (Parovich from MbN) Generation: 8th Haven: Downtown central sewer complex Physical: Social: Mental: Strength: 2 Charisma: 5 Perception: 4 Dexterity: 4 Manipulation: 4 Intelligence: 3 Stamina: 5 Appearance: 0 Wits: 4 Talents: Skills: Knowledges: Alertness: 4 Animal Ken: 3 Investigation: 1 Athletics: 4 Firearms: 2 Occult: 3 Brawl: 4 Melee: 4 Dodge: 5 Security: 3 Leadership: 3 Stealth: 5 Streetwise: 1 Survival: 2 Disciplines: Backgrounds: Virtues: Animalism: 4 Retainers: 3 Conscience: 1 Auspex: 2 Self-Control: 3 Celerity: 2 Courage: 4 Dominate: 2 Fortitude: 3 Obfuscate: 5 Potence: 5 Presence: 3 Protean: 2 Quietus: 3 Humanity: 4 Willpower: 9 Blood Pool: 15/3 Notes: This guy is nasty. His whole human life he was kicked around, beaten on, pushed around, etc. He was the youngest child of a family of six children. He grew up in, not a slum or gheto per se, but in a poor white-trash neighborhood in a medium sized depressed city...like Detroit or Cinicinatti or Petaluma or Texarkana. He drifted after his dropping out from high school, and eventually found himself working for low pay in a large factory in a big city.....just another number and just another paycheck. Sheesh. So in his misery and in his squalorous one-room apartment a Nosfertu crept. He was startled, no, terrified, to say the least. But when the Nosferatu spoke to him of his own troubles, of how life as a human sucked, and how as a vampire he would finally be empowered, he accepted the Embrace. The Embrace changed Noctem physically....it streched him taller and enlongated his face, and lengthened his limbs. It melted his pot belly and tightened his sagging musculature. He became wiry and strong, and a new fresh energy and enthusiasm for his unlife. This enthusiasm was soon crushed, however. Upon attending some Toreador parties and Camarilla conclaves, he was "befriended" by a Toreador sybarite. When he accidentally overheard how his Toreador friend was planning how to use his "Nosferatu scum" as a study in pathetics. Then the Toreador and his cronies laughed long and hard. The new Nosferatu frenzied at the exposure of this oppressive lie, and slew his friend and his companions. He escaped, and used his Obfuscate to spy upon all the Camarilla clan elders, and kept seeing how the whole Clan Nosferatu was used only as a tool and a pawn by the other clans. Capitalizing upon his long-held suppressed rage and newfound power, he renamed himself Noctem to reflect his self-appointed status as the Nosfertua Avenger in the Night and started preaching to his fellow Kindred about how bad the Nosferatu had been screwed over the centuries, and how it was thier duty to make the other clans pay. He sired three flunkies (his retainers), and commits terroristic actions against Camarilla meetings. He has found a fugitive Assamite Antitribu in the sewers beneath his city (Chicago), a refugee from a failed Sabbat assault on the city. This Sabbat has been "advising" Noctem in the ways of urban guerilla warfare, and feeding him blood. As of now, the Nosferatu and his brood and the Assamite have a minor Vaulderie. This guy should be scary. Picture torchlit speeches to packs of Nosferatu, ranting and raving about "True Status of our Clan" and "making the oppressors pay for their transgressions". Picture Toreador Ancillae disappearing from their homes the night before large parties, then showing up tied upside down drained of all blood in their main ballroom the next night when the doors are opened. Picture exploding havens of Tremere who make offhanded insults towards "That clan of Beasts". This guy and his followers should be the source of a reign of terror in your city, or at least a sense of fear of the unseen clan. What was that in the shadows in that alley? Watch what you say...Noctem listens.