I've never been one to dabble in politics, never been one
to leave the quiet, dank lair that I was reborn into, but
there are times when one receives a call that one cannot
turn down. Rio de Janeiro... funny that they should name
the place for a river that does not exist. Of course, I am
that which does not exist, so I suppose it should not
bother me, overmuch.
Brazil... interesting place. This is a free city they say,
home for Camarilla. Home for Sabbat... Perhaps a home for
me.
I think I have spent my entire existence, searching for a home...
I was born Nosferatu. You think it odd that I do not spend
time remenising of my mortal days? Why should I do such a
thing, when they are but brief dusty thoughts that
occasionally intrude upon my duties...
Why I was changed, I am unsure... perhaps it was my
reclusive tendancies. Maybe my hatred for the way the world
worked. Either way, it happened.
I did not understand at first and my own clan shunned me,
considering me little better than a caitiff for I had no
sire to stand beside me and teach me. Fortunately, I was a
fast learner and it only took the smallest kiss of sunlight
to make me truely aware of what was required of my
existence.
As time progressed, they relaxed a bit more and actually accepted me, though there was no real love there, between myself and my clan brothers. Maybe it was my desire to hole myself up with my books for weeks at a time, perhaps it was my lack of interest in clan agendas... perhaps the reality was that I accepted the change far better than they.
Not only did I accept the hideous creature that I had become, but I was also able to accept the hideous creatures that now lurked aboveground... first, it was the invention of the train, then came the horseless carriage known as an automobile, then great birds of gleaming metal took to the skies.
I turned my face up to watch all these wonders while they cowered in the dark, hiding their faces.
I would believe all the horror writers were correct... Yes, all the while, God (or whomever is in charge of creating such things) was busy making a better monster.
While I am not one given to blowing my own horn, it was not hard to notice that I adapted to change far better than the majority of my brothers.
But I jump ahead of myself... You see, "some" saw my usefulness early on. I am well known for my willingness to perform odd tasks in return for the occasional favour. While not the boon-monger my brothers would have me be, this odd little favour exchange has proven useful. I look upon it, however, as one entering a contract with the devil. One never knows the price one will have to pay.
Take the Ventrue, for instance... She warned me not to let any know what she had taught me and yes, I went to great lengths to ensure that her wishes were carried out. I obliged her, taking all of her teachings along with the glimmer of being from her bright eyes, lest any should ever risk discovering... She had been a good friend; a bosom companion... but she would not have handled this modern world... nor would she have taken kindly to discovering that her dark-haired lover was not who he seemed.
No, I'm not above being sneaky to get what I need. Perhaps
that is what has enabled me to survive. I have the ability
to improvise and adapt to things that cross my path. I
learned the means to survive aboveground from a gangrel who
happened to fall into my web. He merely wished, in
exchange, for a bit of dirt on a local Ventrue... The
Ventrue never realize how easy it is, for one of my
ability, to track them.
Remarkably simple task.
Even my great powers of Obfuscate were bargained for...
Sure, my brothers taught me a degree of it but, as I grew
more powerful, they grew more nervous, forcing me to seek
the assistance of a Malkavian who took a wrong turn at
Alberquerque and wound up in my smelly niche. He was more
than willing to exchange some lessons for a glimpse of
aboveground once again.
Sorry to hear he met with an unfortunate accident uptop
however...
I was there, waiting for something new, when the whispers of the magical world of computers came into play. They were great, massive things at first... incredible in their sheer size. Much like the dinosaurs that have been discovered however...great in bulk, but small on brain.
As time progressed, however, so did these wonderous machines. I soaked up knowlege like a sponge and was quick to learn each new trick of the trade as it came along. When computers became a household name, so did the name of the hacker-extraordinaire; Bleaux.
How I love my little friends... With their assistance, I may shop for what I desire and never leave my home. They are an endless source of information and, with the invention of irc, I was suddenly able to meet others and converse, without the need for actually meeting them. Imagine the freedom this granted to one such as myself!
It was with the help of my little ivory towers that I
discovered this place, this Rio de Janeiro... It made me
desire to raise my head from my studies and actually take a
look around. It drew my curiousity and it damned me to the
hell of truely knowing what it is to be
Noferatu.
I'm leaning over the railing
Trying to steer clear of the bad nights
I can't get my head wrecked again
I got my head pressed up against a hot wall
I'm trying to push through
My head is killing me
I'm hunched in a corner
I'm trying to blend in with the scenery
What a hung over lie that is
I'm lying low undercover
I'm trying to hide from myself
I'm winning and losing at hide and seek
I'm stopped over the toilet bowl
I'm looking for a sorrow to drown in
Sometimes I wish I wasn't such a good lifesaver
I'm lying underground
I'm trying to rest easy
It's no good
I can't fake it
I'm alive until otherwise ordered
~ Henry Rollins ~