Nosferatu            The Nosferatu are the least human-appearing of all the clans. They look something like feral animals. Their smell and appearance are revolting - one could even say monstrous. Long, bulbous ears, coarse-skinned skulls covered with tufts of hair, and elongated faces splotched with disgusting warts and lumps are among their less nauseating features. .            After Nosferatu have been Embraced, they undergo an exceptionally painful period of transformation. Over a period of weeks, they slowly shift from their mortal countenances to their Nosferatu visages. In the beginning, the childer may revel in their newfound powers, but soon the pain and the changes will begin. The psychological trauma of becoming such a loathsome monstrosity is often more painful than the physical symptoms.            Nosferatu usually Embrace those mortals who are twisted in one way or another: emotionally, physically, spiritually or intellectually. They consider the Embrace too horrific to bestow on any worthwhile human beings. With the change into vampires, the Nosferatu hope to somehow redeem the mortals, to give them a second chance. It is surprising how often it works. Underneath the grim exterior, the Nosferatu are practical and surprisingly sane.            It is said they revel in being dirty and disgusting and do little to make themselves look better (not that there is very much they could do). Indeed, they are cheerful amid their squalor, especially when others are forced to enter their realm. They are known for being grumpy and lewd, and cannot be trusted to conform to the standards of civilised society.            Though their Obfuscate Discipline enables the Nosferatu to travel through mortal society, they are unable to interact with it. Therefore they must live apart. The habits that develop from such an existence extend even to their interactions with other vampires. They avoid all contact, preferring their own solitary existence to the chaos of interacting with others.            Though Nosferatu may not fraternise with other vampires, they do remain surprisingly cognisant about the affairs of the city. They favour such tactics as listening to the conversations of other vampires from hiding, and Nosferatu have even been known to sneak into the. Prince's haven to discover the deepest secrets of this elder.            Anyone wishing to know any information about the city or its immortal inhabitants need only speak with a Nosferatu.            The Nosferatu do stay in contact with one another and have developed a unique subcultue among the Kindred. They play host to one another with the most elaborate politeness and gentility. They share the information they garner among themselves, and as a result are probably the best-informed of the Kindred.            Nickname: Sewer Rats            Appearance: The changes that the curse has wrought upon the members of this clan are the most dominant of any bloodline. They sport huge fangs their skin is coarse and wrinkled, and they typically have no hair (except in all the wrong places).            Haven: The Nosferatu most often live underground, either in dank cellars or within the city sewer system. When they do live above ground, they frequent abandoned houses or graveyards.            Background: They tend to choose their fledglings from the cast-offs and failures of society: the homeless, the mentally ill and the hopelessly antisocial.            Character Creation: Most Nosferatu have lower class concepts, and tend to have a strong contrast between their Natures and Demeanours. Physical Attributes are primary, as are Talents and Ties.            Clan Disciplines: Animalism, Obfuscate, Potence            Weaknesses: Nosferatu are so ugly that they have an Appearance of zero. Simply cross the entire Attribute off the character sheet. Nosferatu fail any action that involves their Appearance (they really are hideous).            Organisation: They tend to look out for themselves and mingle little with others. They are united in spirit, with an established network, but almost never have formal clan meetings of any sort.            Stereotypes:            Malkavian - Creepy, ain't they? Don't even trust 'em.            Tremere - Shady characters; they're up to something.            Ventrue - Too damn proper; something's stuck up their.            Brujah - Nice enough fellas, once you get past the crap.            Toreador - Empty-headed whelps who Should be spanked.            Gangrel - Good blokes; they know who they are.            Assamite - This is bad. This is straight-up, fucked-up bad. Roll around in sewage; maybe they won't bite you.            Followers of set (SETITES) - What have they got that we need? Money? Fancy clothes? A comfortable apartment? Lovers?!? Can't corrupt what's already filthy, gardenslugs.            Giovanni - You know that odor that comes off my skin after a good rain? That Giovanni I met had that coming from the inside. 1 smelled it coming out of her mouth when she sucked up to me about 'partnership.'            Lasombra - mean bastards. Can't even trust the shadows when your around 'em. They won't go down first or easy, I'll tell ya that now.            Ravnos - Easily dismissed. Way, way too easily dismissed. I'm beginning to think we may have made a bad, bad mistake here…            Tzimisce - In theory, I can appreciate their coneit of being monsters through and through. Unpretentious, in a way. In practice, they're fucked up bitches, and I hate 'em.            Caitiff - Kick or be kicked, Lickboy. I know which one I'm going to do.            Camarilla - Come on down here and give me that order again, Mr. Prince. Yeah, didn't think so.            Sabbat- Do they really think that what they do is liberating?            Sect: Surprisingly, the clan as a whole belongs to the Camarilla, despite obvious difficulties with upholding the Masquerade. Perhaps they value the safety of membership; perhaps they simply want the other clans within observing distance. Still, a fair number of Nosferatu are in the Sabbat or simply consider themselves autarkis (of no sect).            Bloodlines: Like many other clans, Nosferatu has an antitribu analogue in the Sabbat, though this branch dose not differ greatly from the ruck and run of the clan save ideology. Descendants of certain sires sometimes bear "signature" deformations, but few differ in any significant fashion.            Quote: I don't look for trouble, but if it comes, I hide from it. Damn right, pretty boy. You may call me -chicken, but I've known a lot of Kindred over the years who got smart just a few seconds too late. It's not like we can't die, it's just that it don't come natural any more.