Shock Rocker Quote:
(preceded by E flat suspended barre chord at 120 decibels) We will eviscerate your brain, cell by cell/Take your children, turn them into slaves of hell/666 - Christian fools/666 - Satan rules!/666 - Battle cry/666 - Die, die, die!

Prelude:
From your early adolescence you knew your destiny. Ozzy, Judas Priest, Venom, Megadeth: they were cool After entire hours of painstaking effort, you learned to plunk out three notes in a row on the bass, in something resembling 4/4 time, without faltering. That was good enough for you; besides, your lyrics reached new depths of metal passion.

You sang in graphic detail about devil worship, human sacrifice, serial killers, back-alley abortions, cannibalism, bestiality - whatever it took to evoke a reaction from your audience. The principal certainly reacted to your poetic fancies when he caught you scrawling them on the bathroom wall, but the other kids in Detention thought they were cool. From their number you recruited the members of your first band.

You had the raw materials for fame, fortune and babes galore, but you needed more. Image was what was truly important. Well, that was easy enough to fix. A few trips to the thrift store, the S&M shop and the garbage dump, and you were transformed. No longer were you Ralph Beaselman; you were Apollyon Fungi Esophagus, leader of the N-Testynz.

Your skill with the bass was rudimentary at best, so you kept your fans entertained through other means - self-mutilation, bondage displays, bizarre costumes and virtually naked stage dancers.

Alas, not all of your fans were human. One particularly devoted N-Testynz fan caught all your gigs from the tunnels beneath the clubs. After being spurned at a party wherein a local Toreador created a neonate from a concert pianist, this fan decided he'd preserve your art forever.

You were shocked at first, but when you discovered your powers, you thought unlife was cool. Your bandmates didn't really even notice the change - you were always pretty weird, and they assumed your new visage was either a freaky mask or an illusion from all the drugs. Indeed, after your Embrace, you became even more popular. Concept:
Your concerts have garnered you a following among the local grindcore scene, and you consequently have many more Background Traits than most Nosferatu possess. You have picked up rudimentary levels in a few Knowledge Abilities, as you have delved into many subjects in order to extract the vilest bits of grue for your Iyrics. You have a great deal of skill in captivating and inspiring a crowd - considerably more skill than in actual composition and poetry.

Roleplaying Tips:
Try to be intimidating and crude. Take up lots of space (not that it's that hard with 18-inch spikes on your shoulder pads and codpiece). Constantly bring up the most controversial and gruesome topics imaginable; when people finally begin to ignore you, lapse into sullen silence.

Equipment:
Ibanez bass, lots of leather and spikes and things, facepaint, many wigs, motorcycle, boa constrictor

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