Difference between revisions of "Zoltan Vancura"
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<div align="center"><span style="color:#D1C43F;>I'm so beautiful<br> | <div align="center"><span style="color:#D1C43F;>I'm so beautiful<br> | ||
Well, everybody's welcome to his point of view<br> | Well, everybody's welcome to his point of view<br> | ||
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-Divine, <i>“I’m So Beautiful”</i></span></div><br> | -Divine, <i>“I’m So Beautiful”</i></span></div><br> | ||
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'''Appearance:''' Into the room 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. Its 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 its black, sunken eyes, and a row of jagged, discolored teeth protrudes boldly from misshapen, painted lips. From the lobes of its 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 its 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? | '''Appearance:''' Into the room 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. Its 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 its black, sunken eyes, and a row of jagged, discolored teeth protrudes boldly from misshapen, painted lips. From the lobes of its 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 its 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? | ||
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<b>1890:</b> Coming soon! | <b>1890:</b> Coming soon! | ||
| − | '''<span style="color:# | + | '''<span style="color:#FFFFFF;><u>THE RUMOR MILL</u></span><br>''' |
* Watch this space | * Watch this space | ||
* Your rumor here | * Your rumor here | ||
| − | '''<span style="color:# | + | '''<span style="color:#FFFFFF;><u>WAG YOUR FILTHY LITTLE TONGUE HERE</u></span><br>''' |
* Say something nice (or not!) | * Say something nice (or not!) | ||
Revision as of 22:47, 16 August 2020
Well, everybody's welcome to his point of view
We're all beautiful
Can't you see? Look at me!
Appearance: Into the room 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. Its 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 its black, sunken eyes, and a row of jagged, discolored teeth protrudes boldly from misshapen, painted lips. From the lobes of its 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 its 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
1890: Coming soon!
THE RUMOR MILL
- Watch this space
- Your rumor here
WAG YOUR FILTHY LITTLE 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
