Appearance of Raphael
Full name: Raphael WoodsAge: 30Height: 188cm Weight: 80kgOccupation: Fisherman, photographer, painterRace: White/VampireClan: ToreadorGeneration: 10thOutfit (Most of the time wears it): Brown jacket, black hoodie, black jeans not tight tho, combat boots or converse sneakers that are blackHair color: Dark brownEye color: GreenScars or tattoos: None for nowCharacteristics: Adventurous, Self-assured, Persistent, Sarcastic, Sneaky, Vulgar, Witty, Helpful, Modest, PatientEquipment: Polaroid camera, cell phone, spray can and tear gas
Stereotypes:Assamite: There is beauty in what they do, make no mistake, but it is a beauty best observed from a distance.
Brujah: On the first night, their passion terrifies. On the second night, their passion fascinates. On the third night, their passion inflames. After that... frankly, their passion begins to bore.
Gangrel: As charmingly untamed as a tiger; as worthy of consideration as a housecat.
Giovanni: They dress splendidly and are charmingly mannered. Why, then, do they frighten me so?
Lasombra: Their Miltonian conceit is dreadfully provocative, or provocatively dreadful, but they take it all so seriously.
Malkavian: The fractured kaleidoscope of their thoughts is enchanting at first glimpse. Gaze at it too long, though, and one grows prone to terrible headaches.
Nosferatu: Odious beasts! And to think that they are allowed in the halls of culture! Oh, how gauch
Ravnos: The subjects of many delightful stories - well, delightful so long as one does not also feature in the tale.
Tremere: One deals with the butcher and the bureaucrat because they provide useful conveniences. One graciously acknowledges services efficiently performed. One does not, though, invite the hired help to the soiree, nor take kindly to party-crashers.
Tzimisce: To experience this clan's alien fruits would be almost worth the price. Remember well that "almost," dear.
Ventrue: Every masterwork must have its frame, every bust must have its pillar. This the Ventrue understand, and they perform their functions admirably.
Caitiff: Really. Who let them in?
Camarilla: Through its auspices may Kindred and kine harmoniously coexist, each benefiting from the other's presence.
Sabbat: Why would I wish to spend eternity wallowing in gore?
