Haris Nasso
| Clan | Followers of Set |
|---|---|
| Position | None |
| Status | 1 |
| Domain | Stockton, CA |
| Coterie | ??? |
| Society | ??? |
| Path | ??? ??? |
| Player | Vivian Halbany |
Contents
Overview
Alias(es):
'Haris Nasso' is probably an alias.
Real Name: Who knows?
Apparent Age: 20-something, 30-something...
Concept: Crime Snek
Physical description: Haris is a curvy brunette woman with a distinctly masculine style, debatably 5'8", short-haired and bespectacled. A vertical white scar stretches from the center of her forehead down to the tip of her nose. She normally wears a white button-down shirt, an old-fashioned vest, a tacky bow tie, a pair of black slacks, and simple black dress shoes. Her hands are adorned with numerous antique rings, often visible only as outlines beneath black polyurethane gloves.
Haris is visibly inhumane, and despite her crisp and clean appearance, gives off a pervasive odor of loamy soil. She sometimes attempts to cover this up with cigarette smoke. Her face is rounded and soft, with large eyes, a small nose, and a small mouth, making her exact age somewhat indeterminate.
Detailed Status:
- Acknowledged
Character Information
Known History
Haris is Greek, supposedly, hailing from the Aegean Islands (supposedly). She showed up in the court of Sacramento one night and introduced herself, marking her first known appearance in America, but ended up settling in Stockton.
Coterie
Allies
- Some guy named "Karl".
Enemies
Sire
Presumably, this "Jessie Fairmont" person who sired Cade Essex.
Childer
None. That anyone knows about.
Broodmates
Character Inspirations
Milo from Atlantis: The Lost Empire for aesthetics. Numerous heist movie and con man archetypes. A dash of Mike Ehrmantraut. A generous sprinkling of occult nonsense.
Soundtrack
TSAKI - "Νωρίς"
Mantis - "Anubis"
The Enigma TNG - "Egyptian Night Club"
Light - "SLANG"
M.I.A. - "Bad Girls"
Caravan Palace - "Wonderland"
Godsmack - "Love-Hate-Sex-Pain"
Shiva in Exile - "Odysseia"
Quotes
"Can't speak for everybody else, but I'm a fellow of poor breeding and poorer taste, so you can offend me freely."
"I'm good with my fingers, but-- again-- wrong kind of... you get the idea."
Moira O’Riely looks mildly shocked.
"... I do tricks, your Highness. Magic tricks."
"Oh, I'm sticking to top-shelf trouble if I find any. Only the best."
"Now, I know I need to fuck myself up more, don't get me wrong-- just not for that reason."
"She was playing it so close to the chest, if I asked her to deal me in, I'd already be in her cleavage."
