Oh God, let me wake up!
Smile. Be seen and not heard. Primp. Smile. Who knows
who might be watching? Smile.
Maybe it was the beauty contest to which your mother dragged
you when you were three. Maybe it was the saccharine smile that charmed
the other kindergarten kids into giving you cookies during lunch. In any
event, you quickly learned that other people liked to look at you and
that you could use your looks to make them do what you wanted. Things
really began to work for you when you - and the other kids - hit
adolescence. A word, a look, could get annoying people beaten up, test
papers conveniently placed in your peripheral vision, free meals -
whatever you wanted.
You coasted through high school and college and into the corporate
world. You were wonderful - everyone told you so. Thus, you really
didn't have much time or use for people who didn't have anything you
wanted. Like that disgusting bum who approached you in the subway
station and asked you for change. You dismissed him from your presence
with a contemptuous curse.
Your action didn't go unnoticed, and you had a visitor that night. The
pain of the Embrace and transformation was nothing compared to the
hysteria when you first looked in the mirror that your sire gloatingly
held before your face. The mirror shattered, and so did you. Everything
you owned, everything you were, had been based on your looks. Now look
at yourself. Smile.
You have always been a manipulator, and your high
Social Traits (with the obvious exception of appearance) reflect that
fact. Your abilities reflect a fairly standard upbringing, although you
have of necessity learned a few things since your transformation.
You spend most of your nights weeping bloody
tears for your lost beauty. When you do manage to function, you are
bitter and vindictive. You constantly try to manipulate the other
Nosferatu into performing favors for you.
Cosmetics, perfume, formerly elegant (now
mudstained) clothing, purse.
This info is ©1994 White Wolf. It is currently used
without their blessing or permission. I'm real sorry 'bout that...but I
mean 'em no harm. And if they say to remove it, I'd be happy to. I'm not
doing this for money, or glory, or anything except to further the reach
of their already incredible game system, and probably making 'em even
MORE money...but still...