Lukas Meier

Semi-reclusive security expert

Description:

Clan: Nosferatu; Generation: 11
Nature: Conformist; Demeanor: Architect

Attributes (3+1/5/7):
Physical: Str 2 Dex 3 Sta 2
Social: Cha 3 Man 4 (lack of personal contact) App 0
Mental: Int 4 (analytical) Wits 3 Per 3

Abilities (5/13/9+2):
Talents: Alertness 2, Dodge 1, Subterfuge 2
Skills: Animal Ken 1, Crafts 1, Drive 1, Etiquette 2, Firearms 1, Performance 1, Security 3, Stealth 3
Knowledges: Computer (Computer Security) 4, Finance 1, Investigation 1, Law 1, Linguistics 1 (English), Occult 1, Politics 1, Science 1

Backgrounds (5+7): Contacts 1 (bodyguard), Generation 2, Mentor 3, Resources 4, Status 2

Disciplines (3+1): Obfuscate 3, Animalism 1

Virtues (7): Conscience 4, Discipline 3, Courage 3

Humanity: 7
Willpower: 5

Freebie (25)
+1 Attributes (5)
+2 Knowledges (4)
+7 Backgrounds (7)
+1 Disciplines (7)
+2 Willpower (2)

Appearance:
He’s lost all of his hair, skin and body fat to the Curse. Only the glistening, sinewy muscles remain. Since he wasn’t particularly fit before the Embrace, this gives him a rather emaciated look. Small, bony protrusions dot his head, and his ears have the peculiar angular and elongated look very often associated with the Nosferatu. The change also affected his eyes: the pupils narrowed into vertical slits reminiscent of a cat’s, and his iris acquired a rather pleasant golden hue. Small triangular sores point downward from the corners of his eyes symmetrically, creating an impression of bloody tears rolling down his cheeks. While he realizes that he’s gotten off easy compared to some of his peers, he’s still conscious about his appearance, and unlike other Crawlers who seemingly delight in showing off as much of their ravaged flesh as possible, he prefers conservative clothing which provides almost full body coverage.

Bio:

Born in Leipzig, lived the not-so-happy (well, mostly frustrated) life of a fat geek, learned programming, graduated with honors, worked for a computer security company, got fed up with it and founded his own security firm at 29. Became Embraced, shredded his fat and born anew as a quite ugly butterfly. With no wings. Still, pretty happy about his new existence.

Lukas Meier

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