Name: Margarita da Morto
Gender: Girl
Age: 206
Appearance: Margarita was a woman of beauty, before the Kiss and subsequent deterioration of her humanity. Patches of flaking and scabbed skin make wretched patterns on her body, and matted hair slicked back and tied in an attempt to control a mane of undeath support her little in social matters. Her teeth have mostly fallen out, save for a few incredibly pointed, yellowed fangs. Her smokey orbs betray no color any longer, as well as being disgustingly sunken into her skull. Her nose is nothing of the sort any longer: flattened against her head, all of it's cartilage having rotted away after the Kiss. Her bones are harshly outlined against her taught skin, having little fat or muscle to stretch over. Nothing out of the ordinary for a Nosferatu, however.
Clan: Nosferatu
Disciplines: Animalism (1), Obfuscate (2)
Backstory: Sometime in the early 1800s, Margarita Castro was born into a family of money-hungry, socially affluent aristocrats. Having an easy, pampered upbringing, she found her niche in the arts quickly in her youth. Margarita took to the stage with a fiery passion, and was loved by the critics for her vocal technique and stage presence. After a decade of work, she finally made it big: her debut role of Lady Macbeth in Sicily. After closing their final show, she made the incorrect choice of joining her cast members for drinks at a local bar. One cup lead to another, and eventually she found herself utilizing the nearest alley to relieve herself (the bathrooms were full, or so she says). A skitter and sliding from around the corner lead to the biggest event of her life, and mortality. Leathery, smelly hands groped her face and body, silencing her whilst simultaneously dragging her wherever this unseen man wished her. Thinking she was about to be raped, Margarita kicked and punched wildly at the man's genitals and face, respectively. This lead to a swift blow to the shoulder, paralyzing her from the man's inhuman strength. She began to lose conciousness from fear and stress, eyes dimming either from the loss of light or fainting as she was slinked into the dank, dark sewer below. Little does she remember of the anteceding events, although an incredibly pleasurable plateau, followed by immeasurable pain is burnt into her memories.
When she regained complete conciousness, she found herself lying in what can only be described as an abhorrent shrine. Sullied sheets she laid upon, cascading curtains fell around the stained bed, and sweet smelling candles, hundreds of them, lined the vista's walls. A man, his back turned to her, crouched in a corner near the water's edge. Muffled slurping and crunching echoed off the sewer chamber's walls, which she quickly attributed to him. He turned to her after a few moments of her eyes on the back of his bald, scabbed head, followed by a guttural voice instructing her of what had just transpired. Suddenly, pangs of intense hunger washed over her and she realized just how empty her stomach was. Her sire barked at her to eat, and shoved the rat he was previously chomping on into her face. It was here that Margarita noticed her body had become languid and malformed. Long after this, and after all the shocks of early vampirehood had been experienced by her, she was guided carefully by her new sire to document secrets and information from the Sicilian aristocrats using her fame.
Breaching the 1900s, Margarita adopted the surname 'da Morto' as a grim pun to her mortality. Fleeing to the Americas by stowing on an immigrant ship out of Italy, and keeping said ship quite clean of rats during her voyage, she sought new life away from the cutthroat aristocracy of Sicily. Promises of opportunities for her to puppet some mortals into creating wonderful theatre drew her to New York, where she had minor success but eventually broke the Masquerade when her ghoul released secrets relevant to vampirism. Luckily, the War of 1812 weakened the Camarilla's hold on the East coast. This, combined with her Nosferatic tendencies, allowed her to evade serious punishment. However, the same is not to be said for the now-dead ghoul she left behind in New York. Seeking new horizons in the nearby sister-city named, aptly, Sattelite City, Margarita abandoned her pursuits, temporarily, of dipping her hands into the happenings of mortals. Instead, she focuses on finding power for herself to, perhaps one day, return to her primary objective of creating an integrated vampire-mortal theatre society. After all, wouldn't you save a lot of money on makeup if your monsters already looked terrifying?
Personality: A calculated and reserved being, Margarita da Morto is the typical noble-born woman. Keeping to the sewers, like her brothers and sisters in vampiric gift, her words and actions are always subtle yet pointed. Soft-spoken in conversation, Margarita finds herself obtaining much good information with her intelligent and careful direction of dialogue. Utilizing what little femininity she has left, the woman does her best not to offend other clans and Kindred by dressing well and keeping the pungent smells of her home where they belong.
Personal Goals: Reintegration to society, through manipulation or otherwise.
View on humans: Margarita views humans as little more than an annoyance, as well as subjects for her artistic visions.
Gender: Girl
Age: 206
Appearance: Margarita was a woman of beauty, before the Kiss and subsequent deterioration of her humanity. Patches of flaking and scabbed skin make wretched patterns on her body, and matted hair slicked back and tied in an attempt to control a mane of undeath support her little in social matters. Her teeth have mostly fallen out, save for a few incredibly pointed, yellowed fangs. Her smokey orbs betray no color any longer, as well as being disgustingly sunken into her skull. Her nose is nothing of the sort any longer: flattened against her head, all of it's cartilage having rotted away after the Kiss. Her bones are harshly outlined against her taught skin, having little fat or muscle to stretch over. Nothing out of the ordinary for a Nosferatu, however.
Clan: Nosferatu
Disciplines: Animalism (1), Obfuscate (2)
Backstory: Sometime in the early 1800s, Margarita Castro was born into a family of money-hungry, socially affluent aristocrats. Having an easy, pampered upbringing, she found her niche in the arts quickly in her youth. Margarita took to the stage with a fiery passion, and was loved by the critics for her vocal technique and stage presence. After a decade of work, she finally made it big: her debut role of Lady Macbeth in Sicily. After closing their final show, she made the incorrect choice of joining her cast members for drinks at a local bar. One cup lead to another, and eventually she found herself utilizing the nearest alley to relieve herself (the bathrooms were full, or so she says). A skitter and sliding from around the corner lead to the biggest event of her life, and mortality. Leathery, smelly hands groped her face and body, silencing her whilst simultaneously dragging her wherever this unseen man wished her. Thinking she was about to be raped, Margarita kicked and punched wildly at the man's genitals and face, respectively. This lead to a swift blow to the shoulder, paralyzing her from the man's inhuman strength. She began to lose conciousness from fear and stress, eyes dimming either from the loss of light or fainting as she was slinked into the dank, dark sewer below. Little does she remember of the anteceding events, although an incredibly pleasurable plateau, followed by immeasurable pain is burnt into her memories.
When she regained complete conciousness, she found herself lying in what can only be described as an abhorrent shrine. Sullied sheets she laid upon, cascading curtains fell around the stained bed, and sweet smelling candles, hundreds of them, lined the vista's walls. A man, his back turned to her, crouched in a corner near the water's edge. Muffled slurping and crunching echoed off the sewer chamber's walls, which she quickly attributed to him. He turned to her after a few moments of her eyes on the back of his bald, scabbed head, followed by a guttural voice instructing her of what had just transpired. Suddenly, pangs of intense hunger washed over her and she realized just how empty her stomach was. Her sire barked at her to eat, and shoved the rat he was previously chomping on into her face. It was here that Margarita noticed her body had become languid and malformed. Long after this, and after all the shocks of early vampirehood had been experienced by her, she was guided carefully by her new sire to document secrets and information from the Sicilian aristocrats using her fame.
Breaching the 1900s, Margarita adopted the surname 'da Morto' as a grim pun to her mortality. Fleeing to the Americas by stowing on an immigrant ship out of Italy, and keeping said ship quite clean of rats during her voyage, she sought new life away from the cutthroat aristocracy of Sicily. Promises of opportunities for her to puppet some mortals into creating wonderful theatre drew her to New York, where she had minor success but eventually broke the Masquerade when her ghoul released secrets relevant to vampirism. Luckily, the War of 1812 weakened the Camarilla's hold on the East coast. This, combined with her Nosferatic tendencies, allowed her to evade serious punishment. However, the same is not to be said for the now-dead ghoul she left behind in New York. Seeking new horizons in the nearby sister-city named, aptly, Sattelite City, Margarita abandoned her pursuits, temporarily, of dipping her hands into the happenings of mortals. Instead, she focuses on finding power for herself to, perhaps one day, return to her primary objective of creating an integrated vampire-mortal theatre society. After all, wouldn't you save a lot of money on makeup if your monsters already looked terrifying?
Personality: A calculated and reserved being, Margarita da Morto is the typical noble-born woman. Keeping to the sewers, like her brothers and sisters in vampiric gift, her words and actions are always subtle yet pointed. Soft-spoken in conversation, Margarita finds herself obtaining much good information with her intelligent and careful direction of dialogue. Utilizing what little femininity she has left, the woman does her best not to offend other clans and Kindred by dressing well and keeping the pungent smells of her home where they belong.
Personal Goals: Reintegration to society, through manipulation or otherwise.
View on humans: Margarita views humans as little more than an annoyance, as well as subjects for her artistic visions.