Updated: 30 October 1998
NirvAnna
11th Generation S.D.F. Anarch
(Nosferatu)

	Sire:	Léon (Deceased) (1992)
	Nature:	Autist
	Demeanor:	Loner
	Humanity:	8
	Secrets:	*
	Status:	*
	Esprit:
	Elder Status:
	Anarch Prestige:	*
	Nosferatu Prestige:

Background:

                    When Anna was but a small child, she heard say she was of a great beauty. Anna was born in Ukrainia, in the beginings of the seventies, and most of her childhood occured in the middle of the local nomenklatura, as her father was political councillor. At the fall of the Berlin wall, she discovered the West and the marvels of Europe which was until then out of range. While in a café of Paris, in spring 1990, a photograph singled her out from the crowd. It was the beginings of Anna's artistical carrier.

She soon became the égérie of the fashion magazines, and her green golden-speckled gaze became famous all around the world. But within the fashion millieu, she couldn't escape long the attentions of Arnaud. The Elder immediately thought about her as a marvelous gift for his Prince, François Villon. The exquisite tastes of Villon for beautiful women would find for Anna a place of choice within his list of Chalices.

But someone else discovered Anna...

Léon, of the Clan Nosferatu, fell immediately in love with her. Each night, he spied her. And each night the Prince fed from her, he, the monster, dreamed to be in the place of the greatest authority in France.

Then, a night, mad with grief, he did to inthinkable: Without anyone's authorization, he Embraced Anna, changing her beauty into monstruosity. What did he hoped, in return? Thanks? Company? Friendship? Love?...

Whe he finally realized, it was too late. The full scale of the events he had started froze in blood as he saw the body of Anna, trembling in agony. The screams born in her supernatual pain echoed in every underground chambers of the Catacombs. He had just created what was the most strictly forbidden by unwritten law. He had just created a ''Cleopatra''. She suffered from pain and Hunger nights and nights, and then, she understood what had happened to her. Nothing her Sire could say would give her any reason to live on.

Villon searched for Anna, and the Nosferatu had fled, letting her alone to suffer the consequences of his madness. He hoped the Prince would be kind enough not to kill her. But he would die if he stayed.

The anger of Villon was barely discernible when he asked Ivan to bring him Léon, asking him to ''influence'' the Clan of the ''sewer rats'' to bring the gulty themselves. Just for the example.

While the Louvre had been modernised, the building has still some chimneys still usable. The body of L&ecute;on burnt slowly as the light of the sun slowly worked its way through his flesh.

No one knows why the Prince let live Anna. Some whispers the Prince couldn't bring himself to order death of one of his beloved. Others answers the Prince doesn't care... After all, his Herd is full of beautiful chalices.

Anna, or NirvAnna as she was called by others, remained prostrated for months before reacting. She decided. Still wanting to end her unlife of suffering, she made her own haven within the Anarch territories, out of outrage. But despair caught up with her and she realized her immortality would be like a neverending hell.

She decided to die.

As she hadn't courage enough to put an end to her unlife herself, she decided others would do it for her. She went to one of the principal Anarch hang-out, a nightlub called the Psaume 69, and decided to breach the Masquerade, appearing as the monster she was in the middle of the mortals. They would then hunt her... Or so she thought.

She was easily spotted, but the Kindred couldn't bring themselves to destroy her. All the while working to ''explain'' the appearance of the monster to the customer (''A halloween prank that didn't worked well...''), they decided to help her...

...But one night, as she was walking back to ther rathole, she was surprisingly and efficiently brought down, and the death shroud obscured her sight...

The exact events that led to her destruction are unknown. It is probable she had been assaulted by a nameless force, unknown persons...

No one ever saw again NirvAnna. Some said she was sill hiding in the Catacombs, and that someone said she was getting better...

Destiny

                    See Annie for more information.

Appearance:

                    A monster with grey skin and full with greenish spots. The only beauty in her is her eyes, which keepd the full green gold speckled irises that had made her so charming.

Role Playing:

                    NirvAnna is a surprisingly gracious Nosferatu. The crowd enhances her sadness, and she spends a lot of time observing it, in silence. She remains mysterious, keeping her thoughts to herself and refusing any contact with other.

If someone tries to raise her spirits up, she needs only show her face for him to understand. Or so she thinks...

Notes:

                    NirvAnna was assaulted by Gerald and Catherine, and the young bâtarde used her contacts among the parisian Kindred to help her.

Her friend Ron Stewart used his Vicissitude to help her, but no one knows if the changes will be permanent. One Kindred, Elle, was called by Cath just before the disappearance of NirvAnna. Cath asked the Elder what she knew about the ''Cleopatra'', and then if she could find some photos of her when she was still beautiful. Elle is not naive enough to think Cath really needed her help, and wonders at the Bâtarde real aim in asking her.

Actual Aim:

                    None.

Rumours:

• NirvAnna has been destroyed by unknown forces. (False)
• NirvAnna is searching for some place deep in the Catacombs to enter Torpor. (False)

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