Graf
Explorer
Sucker sniffs the warm blood like a rich man sniffing a glass of wine at an expensive restaurant. Then he drinks.
After a long moment of consideration he says. Nosferatu. Most definitely.
Oscar lets out a whoop.
Nice pats you on the back, "OK. That's done." he sounds relieved.
Snicker ambles over to greet you with a clasped arm. Gorilla alone doesn't move much, favoring you with an uncomfortable looking grin.
Names, names names. Sucker's resonant voice roles around the room. Very important to us here in the city and they are all earned in one way or another. He looks over at Nice with an inquisitive look.
I didn't know you know. He looks normal, so I wasn't sure.
You're sure now?
Of course. Yeah. It's great. It being short notice I didn't think anybody would come. Not of your stature you know. I can't get Charity to come out here even with LB's say so.
Naturally, difficult times offer opportunities. I plan on taking full advantage of the current confusion myself. Sucker pauses, but clan business is first.
Sucker returns his attention to Diego. To answer your questions, yes, names are earned, or bestowed, rather by the members of our brotherhood. The Nosferatu of this city are unique, in my opinion of all the Nosferatu in any city on this continent, in the degree of importance we place upon our clan ties.
This tradition dates back to the arrival of Parovich, some fifty years ago. He saw an opportunity to do something here that had not been done before, at least not successfully. To create a place where Nosferatu, no matter the nature of their curse, could exist, as a group, comfortably.
To that end he encouraged us to develop our own culture bestow upon each other pseudonyms, to be used by the brotherhood to address each other. Thus, I, who am generally called Al Freeman, Master of Nightmare, and other fancier sounding things by the other members of the Invictus, am referred to as "Sucker" by my compatriots.
Most of our younger members, he waves an arm around the room, have cast of their mortal identities completely going only by the nom de guerres.
After a long moment of consideration he says. Nosferatu. Most definitely.
Oscar lets out a whoop.
Nice pats you on the back, "OK. That's done." he sounds relieved.
Snicker ambles over to greet you with a clasped arm. Gorilla alone doesn't move much, favoring you with an uncomfortable looking grin.
Names, names names. Sucker's resonant voice roles around the room. Very important to us here in the city and they are all earned in one way or another. He looks over at Nice with an inquisitive look.
I didn't know you know. He looks normal, so I wasn't sure.
You're sure now?
Of course. Yeah. It's great. It being short notice I didn't think anybody would come. Not of your stature you know. I can't get Charity to come out here even with LB's say so.
Naturally, difficult times offer opportunities. I plan on taking full advantage of the current confusion myself. Sucker pauses, but clan business is first.
Sucker returns his attention to Diego. To answer your questions, yes, names are earned, or bestowed, rather by the members of our brotherhood. The Nosferatu of this city are unique, in my opinion of all the Nosferatu in any city on this continent, in the degree of importance we place upon our clan ties.
This tradition dates back to the arrival of Parovich, some fifty years ago. He saw an opportunity to do something here that had not been done before, at least not successfully. To create a place where Nosferatu, no matter the nature of their curse, could exist, as a group, comfortably.
To that end he encouraged us to develop our own culture bestow upon each other pseudonyms, to be used by the brotherhood to address each other. Thus, I, who am generally called Al Freeman, Master of Nightmare, and other fancier sounding things by the other members of the Invictus, am referred to as "Sucker" by my compatriots.
Most of our younger members, he waves an arm around the room, have cast of their mortal identities completely going only by the nom de guerres.
