Violet Mary
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| Character: [Name] | Nature: Perfectionist | Clan: Nosferatu |
| Player: NPC | Demeanor: Recognition Seeker | Generation 9th |
| Chronicle: London - PB | Concept: Cleopatra Harpy | Sire: Alexander Klininger |
| Allegiance: [] | Domain: [] | Coterie: Nosferatu of London - PB |
| Birth: 1836 | Weakness: [] | Embrace: 1854 |
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| ATTRIBUTES | ||
| Physical | Social | Mental |
| Strength ●●●○○ | Charisma ●●●○○ | Perception ●●●●○ |
| Dexterity ●●●●○ | Manipulation ●●●●● | Intelligence ●●●○○ |
| Stamina ●●●○○ | Appearance ○○○○○ | Wits ●●●○○ |
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| ABILITIES | ||
| Talents | Skills | Knowledges |
| Alertness ○○○○○ () | Animal Ken ○○○○○ () | Academics ○○○○○ () |
| Athletics ○○○○○ () | Crafts ○○○○○ () | Enigmas ○○○○○ () |
| Awareness ○○○○○ () | Etiquette ○○○○○ () | Finance ○○○○○ () |
| Brawl ○○○○○ () | Firearms ○○○○○ () | Investigation ○○○○○ () |
| Empathy ○○○○○ () | Larceny ○○○○○ () | Law ○○○○○ () |
| Expression ○○○○○ () | Melee ○○○○○ () | Medicine ○○○○○ () |
| Intimidation ○○○○○ () | Performance ○○○○○ () | Occult ○○○○○ () |
| Leadership ○○○○○ () | Ride ○○○○○ () | Politics ○○○○○ () |
| Streetwise ○○○○○ () | Stealth ○○○○○ () | Science ○○○○○ () |
| Subterfuge ○○○○○ () | Survival ○○○○○ () | Theology ○○○○○ () |
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| Secondary Abilities | Backgrounds | Merits & Flaws |
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| --- | Fame ○○○○○ () | --- |
| Disciplines | Generation ○○○○○ () | --- |
| Animalism - MK2 ●●○○○ () | Herd ○○○○○ () | --- |
| Obfuscate ●●●●○ () | Influence ○○○○○ () | --- |
| Potence ●●○○○ () | Mentor ○○○○○ () | --- |
| Auspex - V20 ●●●○○ () | Resources ○○○○○ () | --- |
| Protean ●●●●○ () | Retainers ○○○○○ () | --- |
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| Health Levels | Humanity | Virtues |
| Bruised (0) - { } | ○○○○○○○○○○ () | Conscience ●○○○○ |
| Hurt (-1) ---- { } | --- | Self-Control ●○○○○ |
| Injured (-1) - { } | Willpower | Courage ●○○○○ |
| Wounded (-2) - { } | ○○○○○○○○○○ () | --- |
| Mauled (-2) -- { } | --- | --- |
| Crippled (-5)- { } | Bloodpool | --- |
| Incapacitated- { } | ○○○○○○○○○○ | --- |
| Final Death | ○○○○○○○○○○○ | --- |
Sobriquet
Appearance
Richly attired, Mary has adapted the finest and most ostentatious dresses she can acquire. To compensate for her ugliness, her attention to fashion has become excessive. She is a mockery of mortal ingénues, walking erect and unseen, wearing ballroom gowns, wedding dresses, funeral attire, or occasionally the sort of ensemble one would expect from the French aristocracy of the previous century.
Nosferatu know her for her formal gloves reaching up to her elbows, elaborate rats' nests of coiffure, and the artful application of scents on her attire. And, of course, she is known for her affection for lily white, funereal black, lavender, indigo, and violet. Under it all, she is as shriveled as a corpse, leading some to speculate that she has stolen some of her finery from the bodies of the recently deceased. When no one with Auspex is present, she is tempted to use her powers of Obfuscate to assume the beautiful form she had in life. It is an act that inevitably reduces her to tears.
Behavior
Shy to a fault, you refuse to appear at formal gatherings without the benefits of Obfuscate. If you are seen by insightful viewers, however, you must maintain appearances, no matter how ugly the truth may be. In the same way that your supernatural power masks the ugliness of your appearance, etiquette hides the unpleasant aspects of society from view. Thus, civil discourse, and society itself, may continue. This attitude has allowed you to become one of the city's most feared and respected harpies.
Even powerful Kindred dread the moment when you whisper a suggestion of proper behavior in their ears, for you can condemn improper acts and destroy the reputations of the brutish without revealing your presence. You silently record each transgression of social etiquette that occurs, then dutifully report them to other harpies and the seneschal. The very structure of society depends on your efforts. If Nosferatu are meant to be heard and not seen, then that is a standard you must uphold. This earns you enmity from many Nosferatu, but status within the Victorian Camarilla.
Above all else, you hold in reproach those who would expose the truth. As you have seen repeatedly in affairs of the heart, the truth hurts, and occasionally kills. As such, you do not traffic in secrets. You report what the harpies, as the eyes of society, have seen. This responsibility distracts you from your own failures.
History
Like many of the Cleopatras of Clan Nosferatu, Mary's story begins as one would expect: "Once, she was beautiful." Skin white as porcelain, lips as red as the rose, and a slightly eccentric affinity for shades of lavender in her formal dress made her a woman few could resist. As a wealthy ingénue, she was fated for marriage to a wealthy man who could not resist her. And there the fairy tale goes astray, for the man who really desired her was not a man at all.
Mary turned aside a host of mortal suitors before the age of 18, and all for the same reason. Cautiously instructed in Victorian etiquette, she believed it unseemly for an aristocratic woman to accept marriage before her proper introduction to society. She knew the ritual by heart: first, a formal ball where she would meet the paragons of society; then a whirlwind tour of her father's noble and wealthy associates, so that she would develop appropriate relationships and correspondence. And finally, in a marriage calculated to advance herself and her family, ascension to an even higher stratum of society, where she would play the role the world intended for her.
Mary had attracted the ardor of a man who was neither wealthy nor handsome. He had acquired one of the basest habits a Nosferatu could possess: a fascination with his mortal prey. He had cultivated a taste for rich blood, preferring to steal it from the very herds of Ventrue and Toreador aristocracy. Yet Violet was a morsel he could not consume in one rapacious feast.
He watched her ascent into society, strolling unseen through her life until the night of her engagement. He had seen the dance far too many times: She was preparing for her marriage to a nobleman who would, inevitably, cast her aside as he fulfilled the obligations of his business, his society, and his hobbies.
Each night he would watch her, dreaming of the consummation of their relationship. How would it end? Would he assume the guise of her true love, shattering the illusion on the night of the groom's death? Perhaps the wedding night scenario would be best, the one in which he killed her suitor on the night of her nuptials. Or maybe he would simply abduct her, revealing himself as the monster in a fairy tale who would never allow her fate to reach fulfillment.
Unsure of how to proceed, he began by summoning her to a trysting place, using his supernatural powers to draw her to him. Mary became aware that someone or something was watching her. Each night, she would walk out into the cold night air, seeking something she could not name. She began to dream of him. Her skin soon paled from his repeated feedings, and her parents were vexed by how to cure their somnambulist daughter.
Her unseen paramour hadn't planned for her anemic condition and the cold night air to weaken her health. As the wedding day approached, she succumbed to a disease no doctor could identify, dying slowly before the night when her introduction to society assured her dreams would come true.
Enraptured by her tragic beauty, the vampire who had condemned her took pity on her. Without the formality of asking for approval from the Prince, he came in the night like an Angel of Death, spiriting her away to his underground kingdom. With the act of the Embrace, he destroyed her beauty and broke her heart. When he realized the horror of what he had done, he fled London.
From afar, he then worshipped her, writing passionate letters delivered by his animalistic servants. Mary knew that she must eventually confront him, but she never responded to his letters. For years, the thought of him tortured her, as it reminded her of the tale of a ravishing beauty condemned forever to be a hideous beast.
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