The Wretch of the Underground

"You know... I hate this place.

"Not New Bremen... I mean the sewers. When it rains, it floods. When it's dry, we get the idiot touristas come down here. When we gather, we fight. Just can't win down here... except here in the Warrens. Here I got my own place. Here, if you wanna come in you'd better come announced or you could get hurt. Home is where the heart is after all. And home is where my boys are...

"Pretty aren't they? My boys. My lovely boys. The vermin are my children, the lizards my servants. Ratman even knows better that to use my boys, for they are mine, yes... See how lovely they are? Fattened from my blood and driven by their new hunger, always ready to serve...

"I find that rats make better company than people... they're twice as loyal and more observant and respecting. The topsiders are assholes. Not like my boys, no... The topsiders want answers, yes? Who's behind the throne... the contents of Valent Mansion... the secrets of the Tremere... the latest Sabbat gossip. And for a trifle of a price, favors, deeds... the Nosferatu get what we want... we get power.

"The Prince... Garland is convenient. A way to get power and aid. His gang? The Kings make fine bodyguards... but they are still tools. I don't care for his politics much... but he is so useful that I cannot oppose him and too powerful to stand up to... and I can let Claudia do that anyway. And as long as clan Nosferatu is in power, the Ventrue and their lapdog fartistes, the Toreador, aren't around to call the shots. Oh sure... there are the other clans as well. The Brujah keep coming for information as do the independents and a few others... but we don't bow to anyone.

"I can see that you're unhappy about this. No matter. Stay up on that wall until I'm finished... not like you have a choice though. I think that you'll just have to hang there... I'm not done with you yet. You know my young, pretty thing... I've been doing this for forty some odd years as a kindred... I've murdered my own father. You will be no different. Now... smile for the camera. It won't be so bad really... just look at me now... so pretty... oh so pretty...

Garland will shit a brick when he sees the likes of that Malkavian doing this to you..."

Character Attributes

Name: Phantom (Victor Schreber)
Player: Burt Hopkins III
Chronicle: New Bremen

Nature: Curmudgeon
Demeanor: Creepshow
Concept: The Informant

Generation: Eleventh
Sire: Alec The Wretched
Haven: Phantom's Warren

Physical Traits
Strength: •••
Dexterity: ••
Stamina: •••
Social Traits
Charisma: •••
Manipulation: •••
Appearance: None
Mental Traits
Perception: ••••
Intelligence: ••••
Wits: ••

Talents

Alertness: •••
Brawl: ••
Dodge: •
Intuition: •
Streetwise: •••
Subterfuge: •••

Skills

Animal Ken: ••
Crafts: •
Repair: ••
Stealth: ••
Security: ••
Survival: ••

Knowledges

Computer: •
Investigation: ••
Occult •
Research: ••

Disciplines

Animalism: •••
Obfuscate: •••
Potence: •

Backgrounds

Generation: ••
Contacts: ••
Information Network: ••
Retainers: • (Sewer Rats)

Virtues

Conscience: ••
Self-Control: •••
Courage: •••

Merits & Flaws

False Reflection (3 pt. Merit)
Disfigured (2 Pt. Flaw,
Hunchbacked),
Touch of Frost (1 pt. Flaw)

Humanity
••••••

Willpower
••••

Blood Pool (Maximum)
••••••••••
••

Weakness

Butt Ugly. Cannot have
an appearance rating
above zero.