Bevis Nobbend

**Clan:** Ventrue

**Sect:** Camarilla

**Status:** 3 (Primogen *de facto*): Known, Loyal, Resourceful, Revered, *de facto*

**Merits/Flaws:** *Elysium Regular; Rising Star*

### **Previous Experience**

Formerly a mere focused go-getter, Nobbend quickly proved to be a stand-out among the reserved, boiler-plate Ventrue ancilla. His touches of every-day personality served him in good stead when he was asked to stand in as Ventrue Primogen, which position His Grace has been happy for him to fill since. He is known to be charming, subtle, and an extremely shrewd negotiator, but only when his opponents least expect it.

If you asked his previous employers after his greatest opportunity, they would probably say "perfectionism". That he is the literal personification of the adage about Striving for Ideal instead of Settling for Adequate. He always gives 120%, even to his own detriment, and never considers surrender. These are only a few of the qualities which have resulted in a CV which includes:

* Assisting in the facilitation of His Grace's business with Dr. Aislin Ocampo, 1994
* Primogen *de facto*, Ash Town, CA
	+ *Locum tenens* stewardship of prestigious Downtown domain
* Implied Praxis over Sanger, CA during the Highway 41 Incident
* Management: His Grace's business portfolio in the State University Sports Department.

### **Mere Rumors**

* He is fluent in both French and Italian.
* Don't trust his show: even his stereotypes are prestidigitation.
* He is never to show his face again in Toulouse on threat of Lextalionis.
	+ It was a matter of the heart, and as a gentleman, Bevis will not discuss it.
		- What, the Nos won't discuss it either?
			* It's a feint, nothing ever happened in Toulouse.
				+ How much did he pay you to say that, sell-out?
					- No one in Toulouse has ever heard of Bevis Nobbend. There's no blood hunt.
						* I found someone who broke the gag order. What's it worth?
							+ Your schemes give us all a bad name, intriguer.
* Some people have dark tastes: he *certainly* isn't one of them, but he *always* knows where to go to slake your thirsts.
	+ (Spoiler: it's Papi Chulos.)
	+ Also, I don't keep dossiers on everyone who asks me for confidential advice.
		- Sure you don't, Earl
* z3r0 has now subscribed him to pornographic periodicals 34 times (to date).
	+ The last one is being delivered via Anastos Tower so there's not likely to be a thirty-fifth.
		- 35!
* May or may not have been scammed at some point by Zora Nikolova.
	+ A club with *no few* members with whom he'd not mind rubbing shoulders.
* If you have to track him, he *always* smells like Le Male and clove cigarettes.
	+ The other blue-bloods all got together and bought him custom A Perfect Mix blends to celebrate his implied *locum tenens* promotion to technical Primogen *de facto (pro tempore):*
		- From Fenbottom: *"With Congratulations..."* (which smelled like mimosas)
			* That one's from LUSH. *speculation!!!*
			* The order form said "so he can throw away the Le Male" on it...
		- From Quimm: *"Warm Nights, Cool Breeze"* (which smelled like clove and pipe smoke)
		- From Bollocksham: *"Old Chum"* (seren's "secret" recipe: ½ Le Male, ½ Fahrenheit)
		- From Pecker: *"L'Homme"* (literally a bottle of Le Male with a fake knockoff label)
			* Virgina and Griselda made him face the wall for the rest of the party.
* This guy has taken a different Torrie to the Prince's Christmas Ball every year since 1989.
	+ Corvyn Fathom has caught three of those rebounds.
	+ But he's never been anything but a perfect gentleman on those several dozen dates.
* His man Bollocksham is actually his biological grandson.
	+ Don't be preposterous. Young Ballsy is his top, obviously.
	+ You think this little boardroom fuck was born long enough ago to have a grown grandson?
* He gave the Prince *a sports car* for his birthday one year back in the oughties or something, and His Grace lent it to Bronze straight away to see what it could do:  he promptly drove it into a ditch in Sanger, where it actually *caught fire and burned down to its frame*, which everyone finds much, *much* funnier than does Nobbend.
	+ You forgot the punch-line: he got the Prince's birthday wrong.
	+ He also gave the Prince a custom blended cologne on a different, wrong birthday.
		- "*Black coffee, sugarcane, and sweet whisky."*
* Our man Nobbend's most noteworthy diplomatic feat is the bewildering introduction of the witch Ocampo to His Grace.
	+ False: *not* Nobbend.  Source: nobody involved wound up on fire.
	+ False: *not* Nobbend, but he *did* coordinate the courier system that allowed the arrangements to be made!
		- He was *Praised* for that, but it *was* a couple of decades ago...
* That fancy boy is Nobbend?  I thought he would be bigger... I heard he beat a 'Narch to ash with a tire-iron for keying his 911.
	+ Well, I mean, he had his rook to hold him down...
		- You get what you ask for when you jump "a couple of Ventrue".
	+ Beat that boy dead alright, but Nobbend ain't takin on no Anarch old enough to *dust out*.
	+ Wasn't that one of Rojo's soldiers? What was Nobbend doing way out in the Southwest?
		- There are three or four recorded interactions with Anarchs in ceded territory over the years.
			* First off, infested territory isn't 'ceded' it's just unsafe to keep a Haven in.
			* Where about? What's he doing out there, patrolling?
			* Besides that one of Rojo's thugs he exterminated, at least two others were unaffiliated.
				+ They had coteries, man. Just because they didn't have a leader doesn't mean they didn't have a family.
				+ None of them were affiliated with the General, though.
					- None that he got caught doing.
					- I heard he takes money from the Army to whack stray 'narchs who wander too close to the stronghold at Sunnyside.
						* That's why the nossies know about his hits.
						* That's why he never jumps none of the General's boys.
						* That's the most ridiculous hogwash I've heard since the last time Old Mad Erwin called in.
						* Close! He's running correspondence back and forth between the Big Men.
							+ *Neither* of them would trust *Bevis* with a *Christmas card*.
		- Misters Pecker and Clamm got jumped out in Brujah territory a few nights back, too.
			* Nobbend had to deliver a petition on Clamm's life on behalf of Mr. Uranus over *that* cock-up.
				+ What's *Rog* got to do with it?
				+ How do you get your card pulled over a fight with Anarchs?
					- Balk.
* Being among the youngest on the Council, he's hungry for Prestation; you'll get a steep discount if you pay him in boons.
* Got this kudos-rivalry going with the warlock, Ustrando Fantonius, over their investments at Wizard State U.
	+ More accurately: over their stewardship of *their masters'* interests.
	+ It's *perverse*; they're wresting against each other like hounds under a table for capital and influence *they don't even benefit from*, and then using the perfunctory tokens of praise or appreciation dispensed by their masters to out-posture the other.
		- I see you're new here, bro - let me fill you in on how the Cam works...
* He has ambition in spades and the will to match.
	+ You know, if nobody *else* is looking to be Seneschal...
	+ Son, you're going to give Mr. Coddpeace a heart condition.