Found scrawled on a wall in the Bleecker Street station,
downtown 6 line, Manhattan, NY.
The Nosferatu Embrace is a brutal thing. In many ways it is more
alienating than the Embrace of the Malkavians. One's body is one's most prized
possession, and the disfigurement of the flesh inevitably has repercussions
within the mind.
A typical transformation takes about a week. During the first night, the
victim's body is wracked as the organs shrivel and veins harden in preparation
for carrying the bilious Nosferatu vitae. The victim still looks essentially
human, but the constant pain twists the victim's face into a perpetual grimace.
The lust for blood surfaces during this time.
During the second to fourth days, dead skin begins to coarsen and stretch, and
bruises reminiscent of those caused by rigor mortis appear on the flesh
(the blood-storing sacs are still developing). The childe's hair begins to fall
out in patches, and the cartilage of the ears and nose collapses and distends.
The pain becomes truly excruciating by the end of the week. At this point, the
childe's very bones gnarl and warp, and all semblance of humanity is lost. The
agony reaches its peak at the climax of the transformation, when the skull
suffers its changes - elongating, partially caving in, or flattening as the
case may be. It is at this point that the Nosferatu realizes the extent of his
Many Nosferatu do not survive the Change with their sanity intact. The pain
and the shock of sudden deformity prove too much to bear. Such Kindred often
become mindless brutes, and in Camarilla society, it is the sire's
responsibility to hunt down her mad offspring and destroy it.
(c) 1993, White Wolf. From "CLANBOOK:NOSFERATU"
Used without permission, but I don't mean any harm. I'm just trying to sell more
stuff for 'em. Yeah...that's it. I'm trying to make 'em all RICH!