[pennypincher]

Now for:
Nosferatue 101, a lesson in UGLY!!

I can't say as I really looked into clan Nosferatue too much, but here's what I can tell you.

The founder of clan Nosferatue was a beauty beyond compare. The Vampires looked on him with great favour because he excelled in all things. He was a great song writer, and sung those songs better then any other. He was a dancer and a hunter beyond compare. He hunted and tracked one of the Vampires who made up Caines brood, and fought with it. Rather then ending his life, the vampires was so impressed with the mans great spirit and humor and ability that he was instead embraced. Aww! Isn't that sweet!? His beauty and power would be saved for all time.

However, during the fight, Nosferatue aquired a tiny scar on his cheek. You could only really see it in the right light, when he was looking straight down and you were sitting on his shoulder... It was just that small! Mind you, it was small, but eternal. The Embrace ensured that the little nick would remain a part of his features from now untill the day the sun went out and all life was frozen in place, naked and screaming.

Of course, to a man like Nosferatue, it was like a great screaming crater in his face threatening to twist in on itself like a great black hole and suck in all life. "Help! Help! Nosferatues face is destorying Tokyo!" people would cry as they fleed in terror, below average quality speical effects and music would play and his translation would be very poor, his subtitles reading something along the lines of "I am destory. Run, or time you not." GASP!

He became bitter and closed in, recluse and angry. He was so enraged that when the other vampires rose up against their creators, he joined in with gusto, taking great delight in finaly killing the bugger who had so horridly marked him for the rest of eternity. Caine was, obviously, less then tickled pink by all that, and decided that he was so vain that the best punishment for him was to be... Really gross! Suffice to say, Nosferatue wasn't impressed.

Now, this is a bit tricky, so bear with me and remember this. Either his sire wasn't destoryed fully, or he embraced another childe as well, or Nosferatue embraced another childe... Depending on who you ask. Either way, remember that there was another Vampire mixed into Nosferatues bloodline named Nicktuku. Just... Jot it down some place!

The dark ages were wounderful times to be a Nosferatue. No Masquerade meant no living in sewers or caves, but instead walking amoung mortals like a great, disgusting blood god, bloating yourself on the viate of the living and being worshiped like a king. They always showed a tendancy for cunning, stealth and wisdom, as they couldn't get away with a lot without being instantly recognised looking as they did. None too shockingly, the inquisition hit them pretty hard.

"Excuse me pesant, we are looking for a demon."
"A demon you say? What manner of demon, how will I know it?"
"Well, have you seen anything... Demonic looking?"
"Demonic? Such as... A man who was 9 feet tall?"
"Aye"
"With sunken, yellow eyes that glittered with faint purple light?"
"Aye!"
"And long teeth that broke through his own cheeks, ripping his face apart when he spoke casuing him to spit blood?"
"Aye! Like that!"
"And was so skinny that his bones and organs showed clearly through the transperant flesh, but was monsterously strong, lifting horse and cart at once and tossing it at those who displeased him?"
"Gads man! Exactly!! Thats the very beat himself!"
"Whos flesh was constantly shiny with a thin layer of sticky, stinking **** that made anyhting he wore damp, while his nose was gone, leaving only a skeletal hole that flickered with torn flesh when he laughed, leaking constantly down his lips and chin as bugs crawled over his pock marked body, clambering bewteen the holes in his body to lay their eggs?"
"By the lord, thats the very monster itself, the great enemy of God!"
"Nope, havent seen him, sorry."
"..."

When the opertunity for the Vampires to join together and hide from the mortals arose, guess who was there whispering plans and ideas into the ears of larger, more social clans like Ventrue and Torreador? If you guessed anyone but Nosferatue, you get NO POINTS! They were pleased as punch with the idea of hidding, nobody hid like the Nosferatue. There was only one problem...

"Wait wait wait, why do we need Clan Noserfatue? I mean, they don't even LOOK human, how can they be anything but a threat to the Masquerade?"
"Well, we'll stay hidden! And we have powers that make us look normal!"
"Yes, but those powers are difficult to learn and use, what if someone sees you? I think this is an overall bad idea."
"Uh oh!"

Nobody who was interested in the Masquerade was very interested in the idea of keeping clan Nosferatue, after all, all they were doing was risking the Masquerade, they weren't really giving a lot back. So it was that clan Nosferatue did what they did best... Adapted. They took to the art of politics, black mail, eves dropping, sneaking and spying like ducks to water. It was like they were built for the task... Or more realisticly, like they had chosen to do something they were already well suited for. The clan as a whole took on the role of informants and spies, making perfect additions to any princes court. They quickly became priceless, as they soon knew all the dirt on every clan, and as many of their numbers were historians and sages before this time (as they were usualy the kind of people who didn't mind that they had to be ugly as sin in order to live forever) they already had the upper hand.

Since that time, thats what they have done. Skukled about and been wise and cunning. They have a brotherhood and understanding unlike any other clan, sticking together through thick and thin, to the point where even when they join the Sabbat, they usualy join all Nosferatue packs and remain in good comunication with their Cammerilla brothers. Often it's said that "There are no Nosferatue in the Cammerilla or Sabbat, just Nosferatue."

Corse, that isn't always true, but there you go.

For a long long long long long long long long time the Nosferatue had it pretty good. Nobody messed with the clan that had all their dirt, it just wasn't worth the risk. No prince tried to claim the sewers as their own domain, so that was always Nossie turf. If any body had a problem with one of the Nosferatue, they just fled into hidding and that was the last that was ever seen of them untill it had all blown over as each of the Nosferatue took care of their brothers and sisters. However, recently, something a little messy has cropped up.

Under the city, under the water works and the pooh pipes and the Nosferatue caves, something has been digging, and when that something finds a Nosferatue Warren, all the Nosferatue in it vanish. They Nosferatue have put themselves in a tight corner, because while they are hard to find when you live on the street, they are nice and easy to find when you dig from the earth up. This thing has been hunting them without pause, killing each and every one of them, and this thing is called Nicktuku. Now, no matter what the circumstances of the birth of Nicktuku, if it is the childe of the father of Nosferatue, his father himself, or a childe of Nosferatues come seeking to destory the errant childer, it means bad news.

And thus endeth Pennypincher theater for today.