DEMONOID PHENOMENON: GROTFERATU

Fangs?  Wings?  Power, wealth, castles, and thralls?

Naw, you didn't get any of that in the bloodsuckin' lottery.  Sure, you don't age, and you can both throw and take a punch (or be stabbed, or gut-shot, or run over, or....), but even the slimmest sunbeam sends you scurryin'.  Critters go crazy around you.  You're always broke, scrounging what's in your victim's backpacks.  And you live in your blacked-out ride, or whatever charge-by-the-hour snakehole will take you.

You're a lowlife bottomfeeder, plain and simple.  Thank Lucifer you've got some like-minded pals that raise hell with you...and if those don't work out, you can always make more...literally.

Grotferatu  (New Playable Race)

Free Ability:  Ornery (start with Vigor d6)
+2 Abilities:  And Violent, Too (start with Strength d6), Undead (+1 Toughness) (x2), Undead (as Construct:  +2 to recover from being Shaken; no additional damage from Called Shots; never suffer from Wound Modifiers / Penalties; immune to disease and poison)
+1 Abilities:  Listen To The Night (+2 Notice), Darksight (Low-Light Vision)
-1 Abilities:  Animals Hate You (as Quirk), Scuzzy (-2 Charisma)
-2 Abilities:  The Night Has Its Price (must drink a pint of fresh blood once per day), Sunburn (skin catches fire in direct sunlight for 2d10 per round; ignores armor), Left A Trail Of Bodies... (as Wanted [Major]), Dirty Mouth (smallest bite turns human into another grotferatu—albeit a pissed-off, altogether resentful one—within the hour)

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And check out a fantastic, Fonzie-fied version of the biker vamp archetype here, courtesy of esteemed Professor of Planet Motherfuckerian Studies, Josh Graboff!