Our Fair City
The Nosferatu are a clan of pariahs. We are thrice damned: cursed by God, severed from the world of the Kine, and shunned from the world of the Kindred. We are cast out from the city above in all but the most destitute, run-down slums…but you know what? Let the ‘pretty’ kindred have their fun pretending that they hold the real power. We all know who they come pleading to when they need information, and we could augment or destroy ANY of their petty factions. All it would take is a whispered secret here, a vital omission there…Good thing for them that we generally don’t care about their silly little society. We just sell what we know to the highest bidder.
It just seems so…human, to squabble over the city above when we rule the Undercity with impunity (well, with a few minor exceptions.)
In terms of information brokering, we’ve got our collective fingers in quite a few honey pots. The specifics are closely guarded, and the sweeter deals are known only to a few select individuals in the clan.