Return to Nosferatu (person)
it is rumored that the sire of the [vampire] [clan] Nosferatu was once the lover of the first of clan [Toreador]. Nosferatu was [beautiful] back in those times; as beautiful as his [lover] Toreador's [heaven]ly apperance, with one exception... Nosferatu had a [tiny] blemish on his forehead just below his hairline. it was hardly noticable to anyone but those that caught him [ranting] about his '[grotesque scar]'. Toreador knew this was a [touchy] subject and skirted it very lightly [if at all]. She loved him dearly and found the [humanity] in his [quirk] to be his [most charming feature]. one day, as they shared an imortal's most [tender embrace], deep in the safety of Toreador's [tomb], she [brushed her fingers through his hair]. Upon unveiling his shame she [gently] suggested that he might spend some [vitae] (focus the power of the [blood] he drinks) to make the blemish fade. Never was Nosferatu so [enraged]. With the rage, beastial claws formed from his finger tips. He tore and clawed at his face in a [mad] frenzy to destroy the blemish. Somewhere in this frenzy his [humility] gave him the strength (or further [insanity]) to flee from the tomb, away from Toreador, into the [daylight]. The harsh, [unforgiving] sunlight permanently burned Nosferatu's angry [etch]ings onto his face. His progeny bear his scars today, hiding their [shame] for their sire's [vanity] by making the never ending night of the [sewer]s their dwelling.