"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."

"Yeah, so they're ugly. At least they're only ugly on the outside which is a hell of a lot more than can be said about most vampires. Having to face the world as you really are does something to your perspective. They tend to stick by one another too, but it's kinda understandable; wouldn't you turn to the only people who wouldn't give you a hard time about your looks? Superficial they aren't; they can't afford to be." "Everybody knows that no one is better informed than the Nosferatu. What most folks don't know is that they all share the majority of their information with one another; it's a group protection kind of thing. So that's what the Nos do for one another; they stand up for each other, and watch out for their kind with the tools at hand. The downside of it all is their reputation, not their looks. They're like Switzerland with an attitude; they don't often take sides, but when they do, head for another city. People are reluctant to trust the sewer dwellers other than for the accuracy of their information. Years of being in the trade have made them valued, but suspect outside of it. Think about it: Would you want to go toe-to-toe with the one person who knows more about you than maybe yourself? Damn right you wouldn't. Unfortunately they are a lonely lot, based on both their appearance and their creepy reputation." --The Prince's Primer

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 civilized 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 fraternize with other vampires, they do remain surprisingly cognizant about the affairs of the city. They favor 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 subculture 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 castoffs 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 Demeanors. Physical Attributes are primary, as are Talents.

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).

Organization: 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.