Whenever not obliged to do so in to preserve the Masquerade, Belani appears just as he is: a striking-looking man whose skin is mottled between pallid grey and fever-red, whose eyes are yellowed and pale, and whose long, forked tongue flickers in and out of his mouth frequently. Unable to speak above a harsh, scraping whisper, he sounds like someone whose throat had once been torn out.
Hailing from a reality that fell to the truth in the 15th century, Belani's history before he came to this world is, in his opinion, irrelevant. He speaks quite a few medieval languages, hinting at an existence of travel, once upon a time.
That tongue is proof that the Nos and the Gangrel share a common progenitor.