Zoltan Vancura
Well, everybody's welcome to his point of view
We're all beautiful
Can't you see? Look at me!
Appearance: In sashays a sinewy, androgynous thing that makes no effort to disguise the curse of its Nosferatu blood. Its head is crowned by a turban of maroon velvet pinned by a gaudy rhinestone brooch that draws the eye horribly toward a mottled, venous countenance sloppily caked with powder and rouge. The eyebrows are savage clusters of wiry hair resembling grotesque twin caterpillars that you imagine must be trying to make their escape. Cheap, oversized sunglasses cannot conceal the black, sunken eyes, and a row of jagged, discolored teeth protrudes boldly from misshapen, painted lips. From the lobes of starkly pointed ears dangle pendulous tassels, and a string of pearls adorns the shriveled, birdlike neck. A tasteless tank top of red mesh reveals far too much of its chest; from the shoulders hangs a tattered coat of lank fur that has been stained with various nauseating hues. Scabrous hands with long, twisted nails jut out from the shabby sleeves to terminate in knobby, fungal fingers crowded with a variety of clashing rings. The ensemble is a sartorial crime, made all the more offensive by the brazenness with which it is worn. Why? Why will this creature not do what is merciful, and hide itself from sight?
Society: Camarilla (Elder, Harpy)
Clan: Nosferatu
PUBLIC KNOWLEDGE
1421: Formally released in Munich as the progeny of Dieter von Chiemsee, a retiring, monkish Nosferatu. Vancura is nothing like his sire, however, and immediately rejects the obscurity expected of his clan by affecting courtly mannerisms and a fondness for pageantry more customary of the Toreador. Moreover, he absolutely refuses to dwell underground with his "family," instead preferring to reside in the city's whorehouse. (It is not long before he replaces the brothel-keeper and allows the ladies to rest on Saturday nights and while menstruating, and to refuse service to anyone for any reason.)
1429: In an obvious bid for greater visibility, Vancura takes to attiring himself in ever gaudier displays of purloined finery, towering wigs, and make-up. He is eventually invited to a Toreador salon in Nice just so that a visiting Genoan aesthete can mock him; however, to the guests' collective dismay he tones it down and succeeds in charming her with his dancing skills, flirtatious wit, and genuine passion for the dramatic arts. The Lady from Genoa approves, and thereafter he finds himself invited to more salons in earnest.
1430 - 1450: Never settling in one place for very long, Vancura widens his circle of associates by attending Court in several cities including Brussels, London, Paris, Berlin, Genoa, Amsterdam, Prague, Barcelona, and Copenhagen. His ability to gather information earns him some respect from his fellow Nosferatu. His ease at navigating both high and low mortal society allows him to work various favors that other kindred find useful.
THE RUMOR MILL
- He was into wigs long before they became popular among the European elite.
- Your rumor here
WAG YOUR TONGUE HERE
- Say something nice (or not!)
OUT OF CHARACTER STUFF
Player: BR US2010096592
Player Email: homodm at gmail dot com
Storyteller: AJ Parker
Storyteller Email: RICCamST at gmail dot com
Location: Richmond, VA
