The Masquerade

A tall, gaunt male Nosferatu with charred, ashen cracked skin like drought-choked earth, limbs like dry branches, a wide mouth with small serrated teeth, wearing tattered preacher's garb beneath a long oilskin duster buttoned tight.

Nathaniel is a calm, measured strategist and committed soldier in the Camarilla's quiet wars, masking burning contempt for the Kindred beneath soft words and heavy weight. He is methodical, plotting the annihilation of the Kindred as a divine blight, driven by cold fury and zealotry. He whispers into the right ears to plant doubt and discord, embodying wrath rather than seeking redemption.

Born the son of a Pentecostal preacher, Nathaniel Bordruff grew up preaching fire and brimstone just north of New Orleans. At fifteen, he discovered his father's true mission: not just saving souls, but destroying vampires. Baptized in blood, Nathaniel became a hunter—zealous, unrelenting, and eventually estranged from his mentor. Alone, he waged holy war against the undead until he was captured by the Sabbat and Embraced, cursed to become the very thing he hated. Now a Nosferatu, his faith curdled into obsession. He served Lodin and Khalid, biding time, sabotaging from within. With the rise of the Second Inquisition, Nathaniel sees a final chance to bring down the Kindred. He feeds them information, not to survive, but to burn the Masquerade and all its monsters to ash. His unholy crusade continues—not for redemption, but for annihilation.