Clan: Nosferatu

Covenant: Invictus

The Sire: Uncle Raffles. An old and twisted creature who chooses their childer for sadistic reasons, relishing inflicting the Clan curse on the vain and the vapid. Uncle came to America from Ireland via Ellis Island at the beginning of the 20th century. He was at the time a precocious young man, entirely uneducated but brilliant and eager to learn. He learnt construction by building skyscrapers and saved enough to go to night school and become an architect. His first few jobs showed an abundance of skill and a Nosferatu who's lair needed substantial reinforcement took an interest in him.
His Sire was one of those vampires whose bite is agony rather than sweet ecstasy, the embrace was neither willing nor expected. This is why Uncle treats his childer the way he does, trying to overcome the trauma by becoming the victimiser instead of the victim.
He didn't stay in New York for long, he travelled around America building underground fortresses for the 'Sewer Rats' that could afford it. As time moved on he become fascinated by the development of technology, constantly incorporating new developments and techniques. During his travels he developed a stage personality, Uncle Raffles, a larger-than-life character that embodied every stereotype about the Nosterafu you can think of. An ironic mask with which he hid disdain, he would only become himself among his fellow Clanmates.
He belongs to the Carthian Movement but any who show disgust at his appearance or manner he treats with the contempt they deserve, and shows them exactly what they expect to see.
Aside from his travels he lived almost always underground, surfacing only to feed or to embrace another victim.

The Childe: In life a gifted and beautiful artist, a incredibly selfish and self-serving person. The very picture of the artistic genius looking down their nose at everyone around them, dismissive of her fans, scornful of her contemporaries and forgetful of her inspirations. A Daeva was considering her as a childe before she was snatched up by Uncle, an added sweetness to his torture. After the embrace: After a period of deep depression, not aided by her Sire's hounding and mocking, she found purpose again by throwing herself into her work. She found the despair and self-loathing added something new to her work, elevating it from mere genius to godly. Despite her appearance she slid almost effortlessly into high society, leaving her Sire still squatting in the sewers far behind her.
She would be undead for around 7-8 years. The first few years she would have been a virtual prisoner of her sire and almost entirely isolated from kindred society. In year three her sire finally tires of her and plans to dispose of her, however she outmanoeuvres him using the few contacts she has made, if he killed her word would reach the Sheriff. He is outraged but defeated. He is also placed into a precarious position, he is still responsible for her for the next two years, any punishment she earnt would be shared by him now her lineage was known. He was also forced to provide her with artistic supplies.
The art would be postmodern and surrealist sculpture, the most common theme is the combination of beauty/innocence and horror/disgust. I plan to give her a point of Vigor basically just because I like the image of her bending sheets of metal into place or carving stone with her hands. Her sire will frequently feature in one form or another, typically representing something monstrous or something horrid and powerless.
In year five he lets her go and she spends 2-3 years climbing the social ladder and honing her craft. She attended Elysian that night thinking it would throw her into the truly big leagues and make her a small fortune. Several undead 'talent scouts' were in attendance, as were several very wealthy collectors, and her entire collection was on display.
Then the fire started...

Appearance: Imagine the most beautiful woman you can, then imagine what it would look like if some burly lumberjack used all his strength to bury his axe between her eyes. That is what Artist looks like. Even more disturbing one of the sides of her face has dropped half an inch, so that her eyes and the two halfs of her nose no longer align

Merits etc:
Touchstone: The inheritor. Max Goldstead. Idea In life Artist was pioneering a new artist style, the idiot critics called it post-post modern antimaterialism. In the wake of her 'death' there were a slew of hacks attempting to continue the movement, all of which annoyed her but none of which made any real traction. That was until Max came along. Max was already a celebrated sculpture in his own field, but he stock soared to unprecedented heights when he began his aptly named 'homage' series. Six installations 'inspired' (Shamelessly ripped off) by Artist's best pieces but on a far larger scale. The idiot critics started calling him her inheritor. All that was bad enough, but recently things have taken a turn for the even worse, Max's last two exhibitions show signs of true genius, he may even surpass her one day...
(This whole idea is shamelessly ripped off from Bloodlines, it's at least three times better than the touchstone I came up with myself)
Retainer: Arthur Pennyworth. Artist's ghoul.
Allies: Eliza Carmine. The Deava who once coveted Artist as her childe. They had been good friends while Artist was alive, although Artist knew nothing of Eliza's true nature. It was Eliza who helped Artist secure herself against destruction by her Sire.
Since then Eliza has acted as an Agent of sorts, securing her work in the undead world in exchange for a cut. In that time the two have become firm friends.
She came to America with her parents when they fled Franco's Spain in the 50s. Her Sire, long gone now, fell for her in the 60s and embraced her at the age of 23. She arrived in San Francisco in the early 90s and has since made it her home. She is of the Cult of the Crone
Aspirations:
1: Humiliate the Prince (I know this is similar to Depose the Prince, but I think it's still quite different, him suffering is more important to her then breaking his power).
2: Show up my Sire.
3: Make a masterpiece commemorating the fire


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