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PostPosted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 11:06 pm


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The First of our Kind was Caine
Caine
The First Man,
born of Man


Caine
who had slain
his brother and was
cast from mankind


Caine
who was cursed
with eternal life
and with a terrible lust
for Blood

It is said that he wandered alone
in sorrow for many years. In time,
however, his loneliness consumed him
and he made others like himself.
His childer created childer,
and these childer created childer,
until there existed 13 vampiric Clans.
Each of these #### souls
bore the curse of Caine,
but for every generation
they were removed from the first one,
their strength was lessened.

Caine, The First of all Vampires


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From
Fifteen Painted Cards
From A Vampire Tarot
by Neil Gaiman

THE WORLD

"You know the saddest thing?"
she said.

"The saddest thing is
that we're you."

I said nothing.

"In your fantasies,"
she said,
"my people are just like you,
only better. We don't die,
or age, or suffer
from pain or cold or thirst.
We're snappier dressers.
We possess
the wisdom of ages.
And if we crave blood,
well, it is no more than
the way you people crave food,
or affection, or sunlight --
and besides,
it gets us out
of the house,
crypt,
coffin.
Whatever."

"And the truth is?" I asked her...

"We're you," she said.
"We're you, with all your ####-ups
and all the things that make you human --
all your fears
and loneliness
and confusion...
none of that gets better.

"It's like getting famous,
or getting rich.
You're the same person
you were
when you were unknown
or poor.
Only worse.
All the bad things are magnified,
and you don't remember
where the good things are
anymore.

"It's all that.
But
it's more.

We're colder than you are.

Deader.

I miss daylight
and food
and knowing
how it feels to touch someone
and care.

I remember life,

and meeting people
as people
and not just as things
to feed on
or control,
and I remember what it was
to feel something,
anything,
happy
or sad
or anything..."

Then she stopped,
and lowered her head.

"Are you crying?" I asked.

"We don't cry,"
she told me.

Like I said,
the woman was a liar.

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Vampire: The Masquerade
What are we? The #### childer of Caine? The grotesque lords of humanity? The pitiful wretches of eternal ####? We are vampires, and that is enough. I am vampire, and that is far more than enough. I am that which must be feared, worshipped and adored. The world is mine -- now and forever.
No one holds command over me. No man. No god. No prince.
What is a claim of age for ones who are immortal? What is a claim of power for ones who defy death? Call your #### hunt. We shall see whom I drag screaming to #### with me.

The Camarilla existed first and foremost to enforce an edict

-- A Masquerade--
by which to hide.
They erased all evidence of Themselves from sight of the living and slowly
-- over many, many years--
They became as myths to the minds of man.
And thus concealed they have continued to grow in power
And to guide Humanity to suit their whims.


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Carmilla
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For uncountable centuries,
the clans ruled the nights.
The greatest human kingdoms
were but playthings to these so-called Kindred.
Their power was matched only
by their arrogance --
until
the coming of the
fires of the Inquisition.
Vulnerable for the first time,
seven of these clans united to govern the rest.
They called themselves the Camarilla

The Seven Clans
Brujah
Gangrel
Malkavian
Nosferatu
Toreador
Tremere
Ventrue


The Carmilla force the edicts of the Masquerade upon others, they keep themselves hidden in the shadows. They are the governing Body of the Vampires, ruling from the darkness and enforcing their laws with brutal effectiveness. They are the law when it comes to the Blood and few would go against their whims. They are led by their Prince (can be male or female in which case a Princess), who is chosen as their leader by the elders, or is the vampire powerful or wily enough to seize the title. The Prince's word is law and non can go against it or they will have to face the Sheriff. The Sheriff is the most powerful of the Vampire's and is given holy weapons meant to slay his or her own kind.



The Sabbat
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Two clans stand
in open rebellion
to the Masquerade.
Supported by renegade antitribu
from the Camarilla clans,
they are collectively known as the
Sabbat.
They seek freedom from the rules
of the Camarilla, and they
strive to reduce mankind
to the status of cattle.

The centuries long-war
between these two sects has
escalated -- perhaps beyond control.

The anthem of the Sabbat is
total Kindred freedom.
It is this philosophy
that makes them
deadly guerrilla warriors
and a shockingly
disorganized sect.

One Sabbat pack
is seldom aware of
the agenda of
another.

Clans of Sabbat:
Lasombra
Tzimisce


Unlike the Camarilla kindred, they are not bound to the whims of a single sire. Sabbat vampires undergo blood rites that make them fiercely loyal to their sect. Sometimes this rabid devotion is all that keeps them together. They are semi lawless, and they seek to show the true nature of the Vampire to the world.

Independent Clans
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serve none but their own ends.
While not part of a common agenda,
each of the independents have unique and devastating abilities
that make them respected --
or feared -- by the other clans.

Independent Clans:
Assamite
Followers of Set
Giovanni
Ravnos
Cathayans


Each of these 'Clans' is a force to be feared all on their own. None know what they will do or their true strengths. They refuse to be assimilated into any other faction and that makes them unpredictable at best.


Werewolves
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If you see one and it's mad, then run. That's basically the best advice one can give when it comes to these creatures. They have formed a brotherhood not unlike that of the Carmilla and they enforce the peace.

Inquisition
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The Inquisition, the killer of killers. In the name of god they hunt down all vile creatures of the night. These humans are fearless and are astoundingly good at their job. Once they find the undead they will not stop until it is purified in holy flames.

Mage Clans
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The Mage clans have been around for centuries, and the Tremiere and other races of vampires used to actually be some of these auspicious clans. They weild sorcery and magic to a degree that makes them potent even against the undead and creatures of the night. They tend to be reclusive but every now and then some of their order go out to venture the world and learn about recent events.

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Clans:
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Each Clan has it's own 'Birthright' an ability that they excel at above all the other Clans, due to the weakening of the blood with each generation, some even have only vestigal amounts of this ability. The blood of Caine has grown thin in his childer as time flows on. Note: that clans can learn the disciplines of other clans, but they will never be a master of it like one of that blood, also they have to find a teacher in those arts.

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Clan Brujah is largely composed of rebels, both with and without causes. Individualistic, outspoken and turbulent, Brujah hold social change near to their undead hearts, and the clan's ranks contain some of the most violent of the Camarilla Kindred. Most other vampires perceive the Brujah as nothing more than punks and miscreants, but the truth of the matter is that genuine passion lies behind their polemics.

Brujah are very driven and passionate about anything they involve themselves with, though they are known to be short tempered and violent, as well as rebels to the way of the Carmilla. They have a hard time keeping the Beast at bay, yet many of them have risen to the rank if Prince, and they do have many philosophers and great minds among their ranks.
Disciplines:
* Potence - Superhuman Strength
* Celerity - Superhuman Speed
* Presence - Superhuman Charisma


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Of all vampires, the Gangrel are perhaps closest to their inner nature. These nomadic loners spurn the constraints of society, preferring the comfort of the wilderness. How they avoid the wrath of the werewolves is unknown; perhaps it has something to do with the fact that the Gangrel are themselves shapeshifters. When a mortal speaks of a vampire changing into a wolf or a bat, she is probably speaking of a Gangrel.

The vast majority of Gangrel have left the Carmilla after they were denied aid by the Prince to combat an Antediluvian (the god-like progenitors of the vampire clans) who was bent on their destruction. Now most are rebels and help those Brujah who would stand against the Carmilla.

Disciplines:
• Animalism - Control over the beasts of nature and the Beast within a vampire's soul (note: this does not mean they can control other vampires, merely see what motivates them and they can sometimes awaken the beast inside another.)
• Resilience - Supernatural toughness
• Protean - Shapeshifting

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Even other #### fear the Malkavians. The cursed blood of their clan has polluted their minds, with the result that every last Malkavian across the world is incurably insane. What's worse, a Malkavian's madness can take nearly any form, from overpowering homicidal tendencies to near-catatonia. In many cases, there's no way to tell a Malkavian apart from the "sane" members of other clans. Those few whose psychoses are immediately obvious are among the most terrifying vampires to stalk the streets.

According to Malkavian legend, when Malkav was killed, all his childer came to his corpse and drank the blood of their father, thus collectively diablerizing Malkav. He is said to speak inside each and every Malkavian's soul and connects them into one collective consciousness. This "hive mind" is sometimes called "the Cobweb" or "the Malkavian Madness Network", which contains each thought and memory that any Malkavian in the world has ever had (and sometimes is about to have).

The Malkavians possess a rare ability (Discipline) called Dementation, which can alter the way a victim senses reality. It can be used to increase the Malkavian's own oracular ability or to induce insanity in others. Most Malkavians are willing to attempt to educate others of their rare power, but they are often neglected as it is believed among other vampires that the knowledge of Dementation drives the user insane. Originally, this power was the initial province of the Malkavian antitribu, but now can be found in the vast majority of the clan's membership. Some Sabbat Tzimisce elders endeavor to learn Dementation, however, to gain insight in the great ways of the Jyhad if they succeed. Unfortunately, learning Dementation will often turn a non-Malkavian insane themselves.

Disciplines:
* Auspex
* Dementation
* Obfuscate
* Dominate (can take control of the mind of weak willed mortals)

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Caine's childer are called "The ####," and no vampires embody this more fully than the wretches of Clan Nosferatu. While other vampires still look human and may travel in mortal society, Nosferatu are twisted and deformed by the curse of vampirism. Other Kindred speak shudderingly of Caine placing a mark upon the entire clan for the monstrous deeds of its Antediluvian founder. As such, Nosferatu find themselves loathed and ostracized by the other Children of Caine, who consider them disgusting and interact with them only when they must.

Frustrated over their monstrous appearance, many Nosferatu will Embrace the very vain and/or very beautiful out of spite. Vampires Embraced in this way are often referred to as Cleopatras, named after the character from Freaks.

Disciplines:
• Animalism (they can grow vicious claws and move as swift as a wolf)
• Obfuscate (clouding the minds of mortals)
• Potence (superhumanly strong)

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The Toreador are called many things - "degenerates," "artistes," "poseurs" and "hedonists" being but a few. But any such lumpen categorization does the clan a disservice. Depending on the individual and her mood, Toreador are alternately elegant and flamboyant, brilliant and ludicrous, visionary and dissipated. Perhaps the only truism that can be applied to the clan is its members' aesthetic zeal. Whatever a Toreador does, she does with passion. Whatever a Toreador is, she is with passion.

The Toreador typically have an obsession with anything artistic, exquisite or (superficially) beautiful. They are hedonists and self-indulgent artists. As expectable, the Toreador find the Nosferatu to be especially revolting, and vice versa. Their attraction to beauty is so strong that they have to force themselves not to stop at the sight of an aesthetically appealing work.

It is said that the Toreador are the closest of the Kindred to human sensibilities.

Their Antediluvian founder was believed to be an artist in the first city (Enoch) named Arikel, or possibly Ishtar. At Cain's request she created a beautiful mural which showed the vampires' eternal struggle with the beast and unveiled it before him and one of his childer. In his fury at the depiction, Cain and his childe never saw the final panel which showed how she believed that vampires could live at peace with their beast. Cain destroyed the mural and ordered his childe to drain Arikel dry. As he looked down at the dying artist he cursed her to forever be distracted by beauty and ordered his childe to embrace her. His power was such that his curse lingers in the blood of all Toreador.

Disciplines:
* Auspex - Enhanched Senses
* Celerity - Superhuman Speed
* Presence - Superhuman Charisma

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Whether dreaded, mistrusted, feared or reviled, the insular vampires of Clan Tremere are anything but ignored. Those who have heard of the clan's doings are typically suspicious of the Tremere, and with good reason - for the Warlocks are aptly named. Through their own artifice, they have mastered a form of vampiric sorcery, complete with rituals and spells, that is as potent - if not more so - than any other power of the Blood. Paired with the clan's rigid hierarchy and the smoldering ambition so common among Warlocks, this power is an unsettling thing indeed to those who know what the Tremere are capable of doing.

It is told that the Tremere were a large cabal of human alchemists and Mages who attempted to gain the immortality and powers (Disciplines) of the vampires. After gruelling research and many setbacks, their experiments resulted not in immortality and blood-fueled magic, but undeath (the cursed state of existence laid upon all Kindred), and pitiably stunted powers. During the time of their inception, The Dark Ages, they were considered an upstart, and had already made many enemies as a result of their experiments. By the peak of the Renaissance, however through clever alliances and the forging of new, strange powers (even in the eyes of other Kindred), they took a place in the highest council of the Camarilla.

Since they moved from an isolated band of Mages into an acknowledged, mysterious and powerful Clan of Kindred in the space of less than a Thousand years, and since they had created unknowable and powerful new Disciplines (as well as for other, darker reasons), the Tremere are generally mistrusted, and are frequently referred to with the sobriquet, "Usurpers."

Disciplines:
• Auspex
• Dominate
• Thaumaturgy (magic of the blood, they are masters of magical arts)

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The Kindred of Clan Ventrue have a reputation for being honorable, genteel and of impeccable taste. From time out of mind, Ventrue has been the clan of leadership, enforcing the ancient traditions and seeking to shape the destiny of the Kindred. In nights of old, Ventrue were chosen from nobles, merchant princes or other wielders of power. In modern times the clan recruits from wealthy "old money" families, ruthless corporate climbers, and politicians. Whatever their origin, Ventrue vampires preserve stability and maintain order for the Camarilla. Other Kindred often mistake this for arrogance or avarice, but to the Ventrue, their shepherd's role is more burden than honor.

n comparison to the other vampiric clans, the Ventrue are considered to be especially particular about whose blood they drink. In fact, any given Ventrue can only drink blood from a specific kind of mortal, or from mortals under a specific sort of circumstance. Some may only prey upon a given ethnicity, while others can only feed from humans of a certain occupation or even religion. Some Ventrue can only find nourishment from blood that carries a more rarified quality such as anger, fear or innocence. Regardless of the sort of blood the Ventrue requires, other blood is regurgitated or simply cannot be swallowed. They may feed from other Kindred with no such restriction. Ventrue prefer to view this flaw as a matter of refined tastes. Of course, with the power (both supernatural and temporal) most Ventrue possess, few go hungry.

Disciplines:
• Dominate
• Fortitude
• Presence

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The Lasombra clan has fallen from grace - and its members enjoy it. Simultaneously graceful and predatory, the Lasombra guide - and, when necessary, whip - the Sabbat into an implacable force. Turning their backs upon the humans they once were, Lasombra give themselves wholly over to the dark majesty of the Embrace. Murder, frenzy, predation: Why fear these things, many Lasombra ask, if one is meant to be a vampire? In contrast to the Tzimisce, though, Lasombra generally seek not to reject all things mortal, but to shape them for their own pleasure.

The Lasombra clan's unique discipline is Obtenebration, which allows them to manipulate shadows and even the unformed substance of the primordial void, known as the Abyss. The effects they can create range from causing flittering shadows which have actual substance, transforming their own bodies into an expression of darkness and emptiness, and even the ability to temporarily submerge a small area of the immediate environment into the Abyss itself.

The clan's extremely rare antitribu are affiliated with the Camarilla. Those Lasombra antitribu who do exist amongst the Camarilla are among its staunchest aupporters and include a number of the eldest known Lasombra.

Some Lasombra share with their clan founder's affinity for the ocean, often staring at the ocean or taking long sea voyages. Many Lasombra antitribu even live at sea, as pirates along waterways historically dominated by Spanish, Italian, or Portuguese colonialism and trade.

Disciplines:
• Obtenebration
• Fortitude
• Presence

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If Clan Lasombra is the heart of the Sabbat, Clan Tzimisce is the soul. Even other vampires grow uneasy around these flesh-crafting Kindred, and the clan's nickname of "Fiends" was given to it in nights past by horrified Kindred of other lines. The Tzimisce's signature Discipline of Vicissitude is the subject of particular dread; tales speak of crippling disfigurements inflicted on a whim, of ghastly "experiments" and tortures refined beyond human - or vampiric - comprehension or endurance.

The Tzimisce are known for their body altering technique, called Vicissitude or, less formally, "fleshcrafting". Tzimisce can supernaturally alter the bodies of living and undead organisms, even to the point of melting them. For this clan, body alteration is an art and a philosophy. In the modern ages, most Tzimisce are transhumanists, posthumanists and social Darwinists. Sooner or later, many Tzimisce become totally lost in this cold and utterly inhuman way of thinking, often losing all contact with the concepts of mercy, compassion, or moral value.

The Tzimisce seek physical and spiritual purification and perfection, though their interpretations of these concepts are often alien or incomprehensible to humans and sometimes even to other vampires. They often "fleshcraft" themselves into forms they believe to be beautiful and/or terrifying. The most common "path of enlightenment" for a Tzimisce is called the "Path of Metamorphosis", and is a replacement for their lost humanity. Tzimisce with this path only have one goal with their whole existence: to become so powerful that the whole world becomes part of themselves — Azhi Dahaka, when the world becomes a part of yourself, a sort of inverted Nirvana.

Disciplines:
• Fleshcraft
• Fortitude
• Thaumaturgy (magic of the blood, they are masters of magical arts)

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From the desert wastes of the East come the Assamites, and they bring with them a miasma of terror. The Assamites are known throughout vampire society as a clan of murderous assassins, working for whoever can pay their price. The price they charge for their work is the vitae of other Kindred; for the Assamites, diablerie is the greatest sacrament.

The Assamite clan Discipline is Quietus, which alters the internal chemistry and alchemical balance of the vitae (or blood) of the practitioner or his/her victims. The Discipline was developed as a tool for carrying out the Clan's purpose as judges and police to their fellow Cainites during the age of the First City of Enoch. The effects range from the novice ability to use one's blood as a potent poison, to causing an entire Cainite bloodline to "weep" blood.

Another trait which differentiates the Assamites from the other original Clans is that they were never cursed by Caine, the first vampire. Despite this, they were still subject to two powerful curses from other sources. The first such curse originated with the Baali bloodline during the Assamite Clan's attempted destruction of that family. The results of this curse was that the entire warrior caste of the Assamite Clan became afflicted with a tremendous blood-lust for the vitae of other vampires, even to the extent of addiction after only one taste of such another Cainite's blood. The second curse occurred around the time of the Anarch Revolt, at the hands of the Tremere. This curse, intended as a punishment for the clan's addiction to vampire blood as a result of the first curse, caused the entire Assamite Clan to have a severe allergic reaction to vitae from any other Cainite clan. Only the Assamites that joined the Sabbat and thus became antitribu and a few disobedient loners who refused to succumb to the curse were spared this fate. Recently, however, the Assamites have managed to shrug free of the Tremere curse due to the awakening of one of their most ancient and powerful methuselahs, named Ur-Shulgi, and have resumed feeding on other vampires. This caused a great many elder Assamite Antitribu to rejoin the original clan, leading to a leadership crisis in the Sabbat's Black Hand subsect.

Unlike the other lines of vampires, who become paler as they age, Assamites grow darker - their eldest members being the shade of obsidian. There is one notable exception to this; Al Ashrad, former Amr of the clan, has pure white skin and no one has been able or willing to explain this.

Disciplines:
• Celerity
• Potence
• Quietus

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The Followers of Set, more commonly referred to as "Setites," are mistrusted perhaps more than any other clan. Their ties with the archetypal Serpent of myth are well-known, and bolstered by their disturbing powers. They are custodians of knowledge that, according to their claims, predates even the First City. When they enter a city, the Cainite power structure almost inevitably erodes. But most unnerving of all, they share a dark and powerful faith as a clan - a faith that the blood of gods pulses in their cold veins.

Even when compared to other vampires, the Settites are especially pained by sunlight having it deal more damage to them faster than for any other kind of vampire. Only their antitribu, the Serpents of the light, escape this fault. According to in-game lore, Set was cast from his family to become a vampire by Ra for his hand in killing Osiris and Ra's hate is what causes the sunlight to burn Set and all his children more than all other kindred.

The Settites are known as keepers of secrets, particularly those of a magical nature. Indeed, the Followers of set tend to know anything anyone needs to know or can find it for them- for a price. Many vampires warn each other to never trust a Settite, and they are right to as Followers of Set do not follow the Path of Humanity like most other vampires, instead they have their own Path of Enlightenment which exalts amongst other things the corruption of others. Many who are snared by the Followers of Set do not realize the danger until it's too late and either they are forced to join the Followers of Set, are dangerously indebted to them, or worse. In the Followers of Set Handbook it is revealed that the Settites were responsible for the Inquisition, which was a turning point in the fictional history of the World of Darkness.

The Disciplines of the Followers of Set are...
* Obfuscate - the ability of becoming invisible
* Presence - an ability used to draw attention to oneself
* Serpentis - a strange collection of abilities drawn vaguely from Typhonic lore with things such as being able to turn into a giant snake.

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The Giovanni are respectful, genteel and well-mannered. Affluent beyond imagination, Clan Giovanni traces its roots back to before the Renaissance, to a family of merchant princes. The clan still maintains its original home in Venice, in a thousand-year-old loggia just outside the heart of the city. No other clan makes such a spectacle of humility and propriety as does the Giovanni. And no other clan hides its blasphemous secrets as well.

Most of the Giovanni are related to one another by birth in addition to their shared vampiric lineage; a number of their families are incestuous and necromancer. Unlike the bite of other vampires in the World of Darkness (whose bites induce a stupefying pleasure), the bite of a Giovanni (the so-called "Giovanni Kiss") is extremely painful. Many Giovanni prefer biting corpses (instead of humans).

There are very few Kindred who operate outside the Giovanni family, due to the insular nature of the clan, and the family structure. While members of the Ventrue and Lasombra clans spend up to 10 years evaluating and testing potential embraces, and the Tremere have a rigid apprenticeship where ghouls serve as acolytes for many ranks, the Giovanni embrace strictly within Family lines. Candidates are bred into the Clan and taught from the time that they can speak that the Family is everything. The most promising members of the generation are ghouled. Only those who show enough promise as a ghoul are embraced.

Potential Giovanni have many opportunities to betray the Family long before they're even ghouled. Those who show signs of disloyalty are simply never embraced. Furthermore, even after the embrace, the traffic in wraiths and unwilling spirits is significant enough that should a Giovanni betray the Family, one of the wraiths they've been abusing would use the excuse to inform on them.

Disciplines:
• Presence
• Auspex
• Obfuscate

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If ever a clan was renowned for a wickedly black sense of humor, the Ravnos would be that clan. These Cainites are deceivers of the first order, weaving illusion and lies into elaborate schemes to part the foolish from whatever it is the Ravnos might fancy - be it wealth, blood or even their victims' freedom. Like Mephistopheles or Old Scratch, the Ravnos ply their devil's deals with whomever they choose, be it human or Kindred, and woe to those who wind up unable to pay the hidden costs.

Disciplines:
Animalism: The ability to communicate with animals and the feral nature of humans.
Fortitude: Superhuman resilience and resistance to physical harm.
Chimerstry: This is a unique Discipline practiced only by the Ravnos. This power allows them to manipulate "Maya", or the lie of the world, creating illusions that are incredibly realistic and able to deceive all five senses.

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He steps into the boiling night. Tokyo neon shines on Spanish leather. Whith a smirk he eyes the gaudy skyscape and chuckles at the reedy streetsong whine. The little monkeys had done a marvelous job of copying everything that was tacky and soulless in the West.
Prime feeding ground.
His mind's eye dancing with samurai flicks, the Ventrue crosses Naka Meguro Street. Tiny people in bright colors make way for the stranger. Non posses any threat. Behind this man lies the weight of centuries, a Cainite's strength and the power of a clan.
So easy.
A whistling song cuts through his reverie. And his neck.
The pavement leaps up to meet the Cainite's gaze, then becomes a blur of near and far, street and sky, until a bit of trash brings the panorama to a halt.
From a distance, he hears his body spasm and fall.
A flash. A sizzle behind him. The smell of cooking meat. Across the street, he feels a hot blade dice him into quarters.
One final sizzle and his heart dies. Five hundred years die with it.
No one notices.
"Konnichi-wa, gaijin," says a young man's voice. "Welcome to my home."
While living,
Be a dead man,
Be thoroughly dead-
And behave as you like,
And all's well.
-Zen Master Bunan

The enigmatic Vampires of Asia are nothing like the western Vampires, they have strange powers and even their fledglings can destroy an ancient. They traffic with demons, and spirits, being granted powers unknown and familiars that are devestating. No one knows their numbers but they are a force to be feared. Until recently they had been content to rule Asia, now it appears they are spreading out to other places as well...

For centuries, the exotic realm of Asia has defied the Kindred's incursions. Those few Children of Caine dwelling in Asia whisper of the monstrous Cathayans - the shadowy vampires native to the East. For too long, the Cathayans have lain like sleeping dragons, allowing the Kindred a facade of omnipotence. Now, though, the new Age is at hand; Yin-daggers tremble in the talons of the Resplendent Cranes, and the Devil-Tigers howl for souls in the dark.

Like Kindred, Kuei-jin gain access to various supernatural arts through heir transformation. Some of these arts date back to the days of the Wan Xian, when the vampires’ precursors used them to battle the forces of the Yama Kings. Other abilities manifested after the scattering and the karmic curse. In any event, Kuei-jin practice a repertoire of mystical crafts every bit as extensive as the Kindred’s. In many ways, these Disciplines superficially resemble ones practiced by Kindred; many allow the evocation of similar, though not identical, effects. However, the powers of Kuei-jin are rooted in an understanding of their condition, not merely an acceptance of it. For Kuei-jin, advancement in Disciplines entails arduous training, meditation, repetitive katas, the chanting of sutras and communion with spirit entities.

Although Kuei-jin are not so quick to master their powers as are Kindred, Cathayans’ centuries of study pay off in increased versatility. Kuei-jin are not, of course, limited by bloodline-borne predilections. Indeed, the Disciplines they learn are the most noteworthy expressions of Chi and soul mastery. Other Disciplines, taught by wu, courts and even individual masters, are practiced throughout the Middle Kingdom. The Serpent-borne gaki of Japan, in particular, are rumored to practice various arts exclusively their own. Unlike Kindred Disciplines, a specific Kuei-jin “kata” might permit a variety of related effects to be produced.

Generally, in battle, use the normal force to engage; use the
extraordinary to win.

— Sun Tzu, The Art of War
Note: Although their users refer to them by remarkably
similar terms (“Discipline,” “arts,” etc.), Kuei-jin “Disciplines” and
Kindred “Disciplines” are not the same. Kindred derive their
powers from the Blood of Caine, while Kuei-jin gain their powers
from mastery of Chi and the dual soul. Kindred may never learn
Kuei-jin Disciplines, and Kuei-jin may never learn Kindred
Disciplines. (How the traitor Zao-lat did so remains a mystery, but
one that obviously proved unhealthy to him.)

TYPES OF DISCIPLINES
Kuei-jin group their Disciplines into several categories.
The most widely known are Chi Arts, Soul Arts, Demon Arts
and Shintai Arts. Shintai Arts allow vampires to study and
practice the movement of Chi through their bodies — the five
shintai (“god body”) forms are transformative arts based on the
Kuei-jin elemental system of Blood (Water), Bone (Metal),
Jade (Earth), Flesh (Wood), and Ghost-flame (Fire). Chi Arts
allow Kuei-jin to evoke internal and ambient Chi for various
purposes. Soul Arts allow Kuei-jin to channel and master their
Hun and P’o souls. Finally, Demon Arts are special powers
unique to the Kuei-jin’s dark side of the soul.

CHI ARTS
These Disciplines allow a Kuei-jin to evoke mystical effects through redirection of his Chi (or, in some cases, others’ Chi or the ambient Chi in the environment). Most Chi Arts allow the channeling of Chi (Yin or Yang) into various tangible effects or augmentations. Kuei-jin commonly study four Chi Arts: Equilibrium (balancing and imbalancing Chi in their own bodies), Tapestry (manipulating ambient Chi), Yin Prana (manipulation
of internal Yin), and Yang Prana (manipulation of internal Yang). Many Kuei-jin scholars consider the Shintai Disciplines of Bone and Flesh to be Chi Arts of Yin and Yang, respectively. Kuei-jin using Chi Arts create mystical “eddies” and other disruptions in the Mirror Lands. Particularly
potent uses of Chi might cause reverberations that affect the spirit world for days or even leave long-lasting “tracks” marking the vampire’s presence in the area. It should be noted that most Kindred Disciplines are
considered extremely “unnatural” by Kuei-jin. Kindred call on their Blood gracelessly and recklessly, with little concern for what they are trying to do; as such, Kindred warp and bend Chi flows wherever they practice their arts. Although there are no mechanical effects as such, Kindred Disciplines produce ripples and rents in the Middle Kingdom’s ambient Chi, and these
disruptions are uncomfortable and disturbing to spirits and sensitive Kuei-jin alike. As far as many Kuei-jin are concerned, unrestrained use of Kindred Disciplines speeds up the Great Cycle’s deterioration, which
is yet another reason these impudent foreigners should be ousted from the Middle Kingdom — or destroyed outright — as soon as possible.

EQUILIBRIUM
The Discipline of Equilibrium allows the vampire to regulate
and redirect the flow of Chi in her body. Masters of
Equilibrium commonly concern themselves with maintaining
proper Chi balance in their systems; conversely, though, Equilibrium
can be used to create grotesque Chi imbalances in
individuals who displease the user. Most abilities require a
touch, and this Discipline may not affect ghosts and spirits
unless the vampire has other Disciplines enabling her to touch
such beings.

INTERNAL ALCHEMY
Some Kuei-jin powers manifest as clouds, sprays,
flame gouts or other projectile forms.

• MASTER FLOW
Vampires with Equilibrium quickly master the basic processes
of regulating Chi flows in their bodies. This allows them greater control over their chi flow and gives them more power to use their abilities. It also gives them the ability to see Chi flows in others. Note: Must have Equilibrium

•• ADJUST BALANCE
By touching a victim, the vampire may adjust the Chi
levels in that victim’s body. A target may be overwhelmed with
Yin or Yang, or an imbalanced being may be restored to health.
A mortal or Kindred attuned to Yang becomes feverish and
manic.
A mortal or Kindred attuned to Yin becomes lethargic and
melancholy. For the remainder of the night, the victim is
overwhelmed by negative, possibly even suicidal, thoughts.
A mortal restored to a state of Balance enjoys greatly
improved physical and mental health. Most normal ailments
and infections are cured (though truly debilitating sicknesses
such as cancer and AIDS are beyond the scope of this power);
this power’s effects last for one month. Note: must have Master Flow first
.
••• SHIFT THE BALANCE
With this power, a vampire may regulate the levels of Chi
in her own body. She may attune herself to Yin or Yang and
become a conductor for positive or negative energy.
•••• CHI INTERRUPT
A vampire at this level of power may interrupt the flow of
Chi through another being. This interruption causes spasms
and, if the Chi points are hit properly, total paralysis. Note: must have shift the balance first.
••••• CHI MASTERY
This power is one of the most feared Kuei-jin arts, for with
it, a vampire becomes master of the Chi in others’ bodies. With
a touch, a vampire can bleed the Chi from a victim or can
corrupt the Chi flow, rendering the victim defiled.
With this power a Kuei-jin can drain the powers of others even the blood powers of Kindred, or turn a Ghoul back into a human, or they can flood the body with Chi which causes it to rot and decay from the inside out. This can be cured by equilibrium or the use of it from a vampire with it’s knowledge. It is also a power that can only be mastered by ancients and highly skilled Kuei-jin. Note: must have all other chi skills first.

· Permeate
The disciple of the Blood Shintai first learns to manipulate gross quantities of blood within his body. The vampire may diffuse blood through his body, thereby swelling up in the manner of a puff adder; alternatively, he may concentrate his essence into his center, thereby appearing to shrivel. A vampire with sufficient control over his blood flow can squeeze through narrow cracks in the manner of an invertebrate, though such a process is arduous and time-consuming.
·· Blood Atemi
By touching another creature, the vampire may move the blood in that being's body. This ability can cause all manner of detrimental effects, particularly to mortals.
If the vampire touches the victim's body, he causes the circulatory system to go haywire. Nausea and dizziness result, as blood rushes to and from the victim's head, stomach and inner ears.
If the vampire touches a limb, he may choose to numb the limb or to induce spasm. Numbing a limb produces a "pins and needles" effect.
Alternatively (if rarely), a vampire may use this power to facilitate healing in a human or animal.

WereWolves
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The keepers of the Night, the chosen of the Moon. Werewolves are monsterous creatures but have a purpose in life. They are not the beastial figures portrayed in movies but more like guardians, chosen to keep Vampires in check from destroying the world. They are mighty warriors and many are even scholars and philosophers. In general they are non combative and peaceful, but once they let the Beast out from within they are a force of nature itself destroying everything in their path. Very few can stand up to the wrath of a werewolf unless it is very young. They watch from the shadows ever vigilant.

Werewolves are superhumanly strong, swift, and can take a whole lot of damage. Basically an amped up version of a vampire, since they were made to kill them. Though once they let out their inner beast they tend to go very feral unless they are old enough to control their bloodlust.

Inquisition
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The bastion of Humanity, these are warriors set on destroying all that is 'evil' they are filled with Zeal and their Inquisitors can get a confession of sins out of anyone or thing through their methods. The holy Knights Templar are the warrior arm of the Inquisition and can even stand toe to toe with ancient vampires with their faith and zeal protecting them. They are warriors to be feared especially in the modern age with their silver guns and holy water.

The 'powers' of the Inquisition is their vast amount of faith. They are fearless and will stand up to any creature of the night. Their warriors are trained from birth, making them deadly even against the supernatural beings they hunt.

Mage Clans
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As long as there has been magic there have been those that have harnessed it. There are many different clans, all answering to the Master Clan, one for each school and the head clan is a master of all. They are dangerous and deadly foes, but tend to keep to themselves.

Their power is magic, it flows in their blood and they use it over all forms of combat. There are many different schools of magic and one clan for each. The Master Clan is legend outside of their tight knight community being of a level of power that few mortals or immortals can imagine.

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Setting:
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The setting for this RP is the city of Los Angeles. I've always had a fondness for the city of Lost Angels and I thought it would be a fitting setting for this battle of darkness and possible light. For what are Vampires but those fallen from grace, those who the light has forsaken, basically lost angels^^

There is a stronghold for each clan here, as well as major strong holds for the factions. Each has a foothold in the city as they vie for power.

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Story:
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There is war brewing, the Final Night approaches as the Book of Nod foretold. The Eastern Vampires have begun to encroach upon the Western shores, and Caine has once more awakened to seek the destruction of all life. The Carmilla faces inner decent and The Sabbat continues it's warlike ways. All the forces seem to be gathering in Lose Angeles for this conflict to reach it's climax. Caine has vanished for now, but when will he re-appear? Can anyone stop this supposed First Vampire?

We are but 'human' and must follow our destiny, even if we are more than we once were we are less at the same time. The Wheel of Time churns, and we are stuck in it's spokes. Can we change fate? Can we survive this bloody conflict or even avoid it? The choices are yours, fulfill your destiny in the shadows. Walk this dark and dismal path that even angels fear to tread. Welcome brothers and sisters, to this endless night, we shall never see another dawn again....

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Character Profile
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Available races:
Vampire: any of the vampiric races
Werewolf: one of the guardians of the night
Human: either a normal human or a member of the Inquisition, yes you can become a vampire or werewolf later on through RP.


Character Profile:
Name:
Age:
Height/Weight:
Appearance:
Alignment: (good/evil/neutral)
Race:
Powers: (any special abilities, note: only Gangrel's can assume the form of a wolf or bat, most others have lost touch with this part of their heritage.)
Equipment:
Weapons:
Background:
PostPosted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 11:08 pm


Name: Eiichi Yoshida
Age: ?? appears in his early to mid twenties.
Height/Weight: 5'11"/180 lbs
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Alignment: neutral
Race: Cathayan (Japanese)
Powers: gaki, Chi Mastery, Demon Mastery.
Equipment: his clothing, different styles from business suits to kimono's.
Weapons: Family Daisho that he calls Onikirimaru. They were forged for him when he was still mortal and still retains a sharp edge being made by a swordmaster of that era. A pair of black chrome plated forty-five calibur desert eagles are his one concession to modern technology, perfect for werewolf hunting or blowing off other vampire's heads or hearts.
Background: Kamui is the frontman for the Cathayan's he answers directly to the Council of thirteen and is a childer of the First himself. Eiichi was born back in the days when Samurai were the most feared warriors in the world and still disdains the use of guns preferring to use his natural powers and his blade to do honorable battle. He has strong views on honor and will do whatever his elders order him to do, he lives his life by the code of Bushido and does not feast on humans uneccessarily taking only what blood he needs to survive, and most of the time feasting on these beings who call themselves Kindred. He is centuries old and is very powerful since he is second generation which mostly only the ruling council can even claim. His is steadfastly loyal to his master and would do anything even if it goes against his belief's if he were ordered too. He is not a killer though, he believes that life is precious and needed to maintain the balance, he will kill if ordered to or if attacked, or if another encroaches upon his territory. Right now he is the head of the Cathayan's operations in Los Angeles and he is setting up operations so he will not fail his masters.

Name: Lucien Majere
Age: 200+ years
Height/Weight: 5'10"/138 lbs
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Alignment: neutral/evil (has some darker tendancies)
Race: Human (Head of the Master House of Wizards)
Powers: Master of all forms of magic.
Equipment: robes and staff, holy relic known as a Dragon Orb
Weapons: Staff of the Magius (magical staff that amplifies his power and has other abilities)
Background: Lucien is from a long line of wizards, some of the most famous in history are of his blood. He has taken to magic with surprising ease and power, it is though the very element of magic flows in his blood. He has paid a vast price for this power though, his body is very weak and frail sometimes the only thing that keeps him going is his fierce will to live. He has found a way to keep himself alive longer through the use of Necromancy and other Arts, but each day is a fresh agony on his body, yet for some reason he continues to live.

Name: Phaeton Anderson
Age: 35
Height/Weight: 6'5"/240 lbs
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Alignment: good
Race: Human
Powers: His blind faith and that he is a templar makes him fearless. He is a cold hearted killer for the church, and a master of bladed weapons as well as firearms.
Equipment: His holy cross, Vial's of Holy Water, clothing, bullet proof vest.
Weapons: Large throwing knives, two fourty-five calibur guns and a double barrel shotgun.
Background: Phaeton as he is now called was born one Phillip Anderson and was taken from his parents shortly after being named and raised by the church to be a templar, a paladin of the faith. They changed his name to Phaeton which means 'Of the Sun' and he has proven to be as strong at destroying undead monsters as that most sacred orb. He is the top templar of the church and has heard stories about the gathering at Los Angeles, he has come here with some of his best warriors to put down the vampires and other creatures of the night, cleansing them all with holy flame.

Name: Dhamon Grimwulf
Age: 800 years old
Height/Weight: 5'6"/120 lbs
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Alignment: evil/neutral (more evil but looks out for the interests of the Carmilla
Race: Ventrue
Powers: All the powers of Clan Ventrue mastered, and some other minor abilities of other clans.
Equipment: his clothes
Weapons: he tends to carry a silver nine milimeter handgun other than that he tends to let his Sheriff do his work for him
Background: Dhamon is a fairly old Vampire, not ancient but by no means weak. He has seen the rise and fall of nations and now that he is the Prince of Los Angeles he plans in ruling with an iron fist clothed in a silken glove. He is a fair ruler always following the rules, but sometimes bending them to make him seem kind so no one challenges his rule. He is sly and very devilish having centuries to perfect his art.

Name: Weiss Fiish
Age: 500+ years
Height/Weight: 7'0""/360 lbs
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Alignment: neutral with evil tendencies
Race: Nosferatu
Powers: All Nosferatu powers to such a level that he can even cloud the mind of other vampires.
Equipment: His Clothes, a laptop, a super computer. His armor from the olden days.
Weapons: his clawed hands, and a twelve gauge shotgun with an increased bore, and his spiked mace
Background: Weiss is an ancient Nosferatu and one to be feared for sure. He fought in the Holy Crusades killing many and savoring the battle against humans. He has grown older and wiser now and knows that Vampires must remain hidden at all costs, for he has lost many brethren to the flames of Man. It is harder for his kin to stay hidden due to their maleformity. He has learnt much about technology and is the head of his Clan, keeping them hidden and safe in the sewers always watching and waiting for their time. They are the keepers of lore and no one can splice and hack like they can, computers and other technology seemingly made for their hands. Now he is searching for Caine and anything he can find on their Father, for he fears that the Last Night is coming and he wants to save as many Vampires as he can from the fiery death that awaits them.

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AlIgNmEnT: nEuTrAl (InSaNe)
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WeApOnS: CoLt PyThOn .357 PiStOl, MaChEtE, dAgGeR.
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PostPosted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 11:13 pm


Rules:
1. The Cycle Rule: alrighty from now on each person only posts once per cycle a cycle ends after everyone has posted. If a person fails to post for three days after the last post then they shall be assumed to be inactive for this cycle. If a person does not wish to participate in this cycle then they can inform me and I'll let the others know so that the story can progress but at a controlled rate.
2. No god-modding, meta-gaming, etc. etc. I really hate it when people do that so keep things toned down please.
3. I think that's enough for the rules for now... I might have had more thought up but my brain is old and forgetful if I add more well then I add more.
PostPosted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 11:17 pm


The Malkavian known as Ash stands before you, his eyes flash and the world around them changes. It warps and twists unnaturally screams of pain, cries of joy, every emotion imaginable is expressed all at once around them, as hundreds of thousands of voices rise in a discordant chorus. The statues and paintings seem to come to life the figures contained within moving and stretching the emotions becoming all to real. The central piece of the female vampire being burned screams out in pain as her eyes gaze upon them with fear and pain the marble flames dancing around her form. Overcoming all the other sounds Ash's voice booms as though it were amplified a million times over the sound echoing in their heads "ThIs Is HoW i SeE, tHiS iS hOw I hEaR. NoW LiSteN, WaTcH, aNd LeArN oF CaInE, oUr FaTher." The image blurs once more and the world is filled with darkness before coming to a harsh brilliant light.

A voice, deep and powerful fills the light, it speaks the story of Caine as told by the 'god' being himself.

I dream of the first times, the longest memory
I speak of the first times, the oldest Father
I sing of the first times, and the dawn of Darkness
In Nod, where the light of Paradise lit up the night sky, and the tears of our parents wet the ground
Each of us, in out way, set about to live and take our sustenance from the land.
And I first-born Caine, I, with sharp things, planted the dark seeds wet them in earth tended them, watched
them grow
And Abel second-born Abel tended the animals aided their bloody births fed them, watched them grow
I loved him, my Brother
He was the brighest
The sweetest.
The strongest.
He was the first part of all my joy.
Then one day our Father said to us.
Caine, Abel to Him Above you must make a sacrifice a gift of the first part of all that you have
And I, first-born Caine, I gathered the tender shoots the brightest fruits the sweetest grass
And Abel, second-born, Abel slaughtered the youngest, the strongest, the sweetest of his animals
On the altar of our Father we laid our sacrifices and lit fire under them and watched the smoke carry them up to
the One Above
The sacrifice of Abel, second-born, smelled sweet to the One Above and Abel was blessed.
And, I, first-born Caine, I was struck from beyond by a harsh word and a curse, for my sacrifice was
unworthy.
I looked at Abel’s sacrifice, still smoking the flesh, the blood.
I cried, I held my eyes
I prayed in night and day
And when Father said the time for Sacrifice has come again
And Abel led his youngest, his sweetest, his most beloved to the sacrificial fire
I did not bring my youngest, my sweetest, for I knew the One Above would not want them.
And my brother, beloved Abel said to me,
‘Caine, you did not bring a sacrifice, a gift of the first part of you joy, to burn on the altar of the One Above.’
I cried tears of love as I, with sharp things, sacrificed that which was the first part of my joy, my brother.
And the Blood of Abel covered the altar and smelled sweet as it burned
But my Father said
‘Cursed are you, Caine, who killed your brother. As I was cast out so shall you be.’
And He exiled me to wander in Darkness, the land of Nod.
I flew into the Darkness
I saw no source of light and I was afraid.
And alone.

I was alone in the Darkness
And I grew hungry.
I was alone in the Darkness
And I grew cold.
I was alone in the Darkness
And I cried.
Then there came to me a sweet voice, a honey voice
Words of succor.
Words of surcease.
A woman, dark and lovely, with eyes that pierced the
Darkness came to me.
"I know your story. Caine of Nod."
She said, smiling.
"You are hungry. Come! I have food.
You are cold. Come! I have clothes.
You are sad. Come! I have comfort."
"Who would comfort one so Cursed as I?
Who would clothe me?
Who would feed me?"
"I am your Father's first wife, who disagreed with the One Above
and gained Freedom in the Darkness.
I am Lilith.
Once, I was cold, and there was no warmth for me.
Once. I was hungry and there was no food for me.
Once, I was sad, and there was no comfort for me."
She took me in, she fed me.
She clothed me.
In her arms. I found comfort.
I cried until blood trickled from my eyes and she kissed them away.

And I dwelt for a time in the House of Lilith
and asked her
"Out of Darkness, how did you build this place?
How did you make clothes?
How did you grow food?"
And Lilith smiled and said.
"Unlike you, I am Awake.
I see the Threads that spin all around you, I make that
which I need out of Power."
"Awaken me, then, Lilith." I said.
"I have need for this Power.
Then, I can make my own clothes,
make my own food,
make my own House."
Worry creased Lilith's brow.
"I do not know what the Awakening will do for you,
for you are truly Cursed by your Father.
You could die.
You could be forever changed."
Caine said, "Even so, a life without Power will not be worth living.
I would die without your gifts.
I will not live as your Thrall."
Lillth loved me, and I knew this.
Lilith would do what I asked, though she did not wish it.
And so, Lilith, bright-eyed Lilith.
Awakened me.
She cut herself with a knife bled for me into a bowl.
I drank deep. It was sweet.
And then I fell into the Abyss.
I fell forever, falling into the deepest darkness.

And from the Darkness came a bright shining light fire in the night.
And the archangel Michael revealed himself to me.
I was unafraid. I asked his business.
Michael, General of Heaven, wielder of the holy Flame, said unto me,
"Son of Adam, Son of Eve, thy crime is great, and yet the mercy of my Father is also great.
Will you not repent the evil that you have done, and let his mercy wash you clean?"
And I said to Michael,
"Not by the One Above's grace, but mine own will I live, in pride."
Michael cursed me, saying
"Then, for as long as you walk this earth, you and your children will fear my living flame,
and it will bite deep and savor your flesh."
And on the morning, Raphael came on lambent wings, light over the horizon
the driver of the Sun, ward of the East.
Raphael spoke, saying Caine, son of Adam, son of Eve, your brother Abel
forgives you your sin will you not repent, and accept the mercy of the Almighty?"
And I said to Raphael
"Not by Abel`s forgiveness, but mine own, will be forgiven."
Raphael cursed me, saying
"Then, for as long as you walk this earth, you and your children will fear the dawn,
and the sun's rays will seek to burn you like fire where ever you hide always.
Hide now for the Sun rises to take its wrath on you."
But I found a secret place in the earth and hid from the burning light of the Sun.
Deep in the earth, I slept until the Light of the World was hidden behind the mountain of Night.
When I awoke from my day of sleep, I heard the sound of gentle rushing wings
and I saw the black wings of Uriel draped around me -
Uriel, reaper, angel of Death, dark Uriel who dwells in darkness.
Uriel spoke to me quietly, saying
"Son of Adam. Son of Eve. God Almighty has forgiven you your sin.
Will you accept his mercy and let me take you to your reward, no longer cursed?"
And I said to dark-winged Uriel,
"Not by God`s mercy, but my own, will I live.
I am what I am, I did what I did, and that will never change.”
And then, through dread Uriel God Almighty cursed me, saying.
"Then, for as long as you walk this earth, you and your children will cling to Darkness
You will drink only blood
You will eat only ashes
You will be always as you were at death,
Never dying, living on.
You will walk forever in Darkness, all you touch will crumble into nothing, until the last days.”
I gave a cry of anguish at this terrible curse and tore at my flesh.

I wept blood
I caught the tears in a cup and drank them
When I looked up from my drink of sorrow the archangel Gabriel gentle Gabriel
Gabriel, Lord of Mercy appeared to me.
The archangel Gabriel said unto me,
"Son of Adam, Son of Eve, Behold, the mercy of the Father is greater than you can ever know
for even now there is a path opened a road of Mercy and you shall call this road Golconda.
And tell you children of it, for by that road may they come once again dwell in the Light.”
And with that, the darkness was lifted like a veil and the only light was Lilith’s bright eyes.
Looking around me, I knew that I had Awakened.
When my energies first surged through me I discovered how to move like lightning(Celerity)
how to borrow the strenght of the earth(Potence)
how to be as stone(Fortitude)
These were like breathing once was to me.
Lilith then showed me how she hides herself from hunters(Obfuscate)
how she commands obedience(Dominate)
and how she demands respect(Presence)
Then, Awakening myself further, I found the way to alter forms(Protean)
the way to have dominion over animals(Animalism)
the way to make eyes see sight(Auspex)
Then Lilith commanded that I stop, saying that I had over reached my bounds
That I had gone too far That I threatened my very essence.
She used her powers and commanded me to stop.
Because of her power, I heeded her, but deep within me a seed was planted a seed of rebellion
and when she turned her face from me, I opened myself up once more, to the Night,
and saw the infinite possibilities in the stars and knew that a path of power, a path of Blood
was mine for the taking, and so I awakened in me this Final Path, from which all other paths would grow.
With this newest power, I broke the bonds that the Lady of Night put on me
I left the ####-ed Queen that evening, cloaking myself in shadows,
I fled the lands of Nod and came at last to a place where not even her demons could find me.

The voice fades away slowly to be replaced by another one. This one was noble and powerful, the voice of one who is used to speaking and being heard. The voice of a leader born to do great things. Along with the voice comes the images of the story (I won't do that part though since I don't want this to be too long.)

I am Malkav, a Childer of Caine
Let me tell the tale of Zillah
first loved of Caine, first wife of Caine, the sweetest blood, the softest skin, the clearest eyes.
Alone of Caine's newest Childer, did Caine desire Her,
and she was not mindful of his desire, turning away from Him.
Not gifts, not sacrifices, not perfumes, not doves, not beautiful dancers, not singers, not oxen,
not sculpture, not beautiful clothes, nothing would turn Zillah's heart from stone to sweet fruit.
So Caine pulled at his beard
and tore at his hair and took to roaming the wilderness at night, thinking of her, burning for her,
and one night Caine came upon an old Crone singing to the moon
Caine said to the Crone,
"Why do you sing so?"
And the Crone replied,
"Because I yearn for what I cannot have ..."
Caine said to the Crone,
"I yearn also. What can one do?”
The Crone smiled and said,
"Drink of my blood this night, Caine, Father of Kindred, and return tomorrow night.
Then will I tell you the wisdom of the Moon."
Caine drank at the Crone's bare neck, and departed.
The next night, Caine found the Crone sleeping on a rock.
"Wake up, Crone."
Caine said.
"I have returned."
The Crone opened one eye and said,
"I dream of the solution for you this night. Drink once more of me, and then return tomorrow night.
Bring a bowl of clay.
Bring a sharp knife.
I will have your answer then."
Once again. Caine took blood from the Crone, who immediately fell back into a deep slumber.
When Caine returned the next night, the Crone looked up at him and smiled,
"Greetings, Lord of the Beast," the Crone said.
"I have the wisdom you seek."
"Take some of my blood, into the bowl you have, and mix in these berries and these herbs,
and drink deep of the elixir."
"You will be irresistible.
You will be potent.
You will be masterful.
You will be ardent.
You will be glowing.
The heart of Zillah will melt like the snows in spring."
And so. Caine drank from the Crone's elixir, because he was so in love with Zillah,
and he so desired her love in return.

And the Crone laughed. The Crone laughed aloud.
She had tricked him! She had trapped him!
Caine was angry beyond compare.
Caine reached out with his powers, to rend this Crone apart with his strength.
The Crone cackled and said, "Do not"
And Caine could do nothing against her.
The Crone chuckled and said. "Love me."
And Caine could do nothing but stare into her ancient eyes, desire her leathery skin.
The Crone laughed and said, "Make me immortal."
And Caine Embraced her. She cackled again, laughed with the pure ecstasy of the Embrace,
for it did not pain her.
"I have made you powerful. Caine of Enoch, Caine of Nod, but you will forever be bound to me.
I have made you master of all, but you will never forget me!
Your blood, potent as it is now, will bond those who drink it, as you did, once a night for three nights.
You will be the master.
They will be your thrall, as you are mine.
For though Zillah will love you, as you wanted, you will love me, forever. Go now, and claim your
lovely bride, I will wait for you in the darkest places, while I brew more potions for your health."
And so, heavy hearted, Caine returned to Enoch.
And each night, for three nights,
Zillah drank from her Sire, though she did not know it.
And, on the third night, Caine announced he would marry
Zillah, his sweetest Childe, and she agreed.

For a year and a day
Caine labored in service to a Crone, who with blood-wisdom, bound him as surety as any prisoner.
She would visit him at night force him to give up his blood for her secret elixirs and potent formulas
She would take his Childer's Childer, and they would never be heard from again.
But Caine was wise. He did not drink from her ever again.
And she did not ask him to, thinking that he was ever in her Thrall.
One night.
Caine went to the Crone in the forest, and told her of terrible dreams that he had during his sleep.
"I fear for my life, Crone.
I fear the prophecy of Auriel, and my Children's lust for my blood.
Tell me secret knowledge, that I might be powerful against my own."
And the Crone went to a tree made of gopher wood,
and broke off a limb.
She took a sharp knife and sharpened the limb.
"Take this piece of living wood, sharp, strong, pierce the heart of your wayward childe.
It will render him still, and yours to command.
Instead of feasting on your heart's blood, he will feel the weight of your justice."
Caine said. "Thank you, Mother," and with that, moving in quick movements,
Caine took the stake of gopher wood, seized it and drove it deep within the Crone's heart.
Because Caine, wise Caine had fed not upon her for a year and a day and because he forced his Will through
his hands, he broke the Bond she held on him, and turned his fortune.
She laughed again, as blood welled up and poured out of her mouth.
Her eyes poured out hate.
Caine kissed her once, kissed her cold, withred lips, and left her there to Raphael’s gentle smile:
the sun that rises.

The voice stops for a moment and the world fades to darkness once more. Then the voice grows more strident as it resumes a new story, and new images flash through the minds of those who hear.

In the beginning there was only Caine
Caine who sacrificed his brother out of love.
Caine who was cast out.
Caine who was cursed forever with immortality.
Caine who was cursed with the lust for blood,
It is Caine from whom we all come,
Our Sire's Sire.
For the passing of an age he lived in the land of Nod.
In loneliness and suffering
For an eon he remained alone
But the passing of memory drowned his sorrow.
And so he returned to the world of mortals,
To the world his brother Seth, third-born of Eve,
and Seth's children had created.
He returned and was made welcome.
For none would turn against him due to the Mark that was laid upon him
The people saw his power and worshipped him,
He grew powerful, and his power was strong, his ways of awe and command were great
And the Children of Seth made him
King of their great City, The First City.
But Caine grew lonely in his Power.
Deep within him, the seed of loneliness blossomed, and grew a dark flower
He saw within his blood the potence of fertility
By calling up demons and listening to whispered wisdom
He learned the way to make a child for his own.
He came to know its power, and, doing so, decided to Embrace one of those near him.
And, lo, Uriel, Dread Uriel, revealed himself to Caine that very night and said to him,
"Caine, though powerful you are, and marked of God, know you this: that any Childe you make will
bear your curse, that any of your Progeny will forever walk in the Land of Nod, and fear flame and sun,
drinking blood only and eating ashes only.
And since they will carry their father's jealous seed, they will forever plot and fight amongst themselves.
Doom not those of Adam's grandchildren who seek to walk in righteousness. Caine!
Stay your dread Embrace!"
Still, Caine knew what he must do, and a young man named Enosh,
who was the most beloved of Seth's kin, begged to be made Son to the dark Father.
And Caine, mindful though he was of Uriel's words, seized Enosh,
and wrapped him in the dark Embrace.
And so, it came to pass that Caine beget Enoch and, so doing, named the First City Enoch.
And so doing, did Enoch beg for a brother, a sister, and Caine, indulgent Father,
gave these to him, and their names were Zillah, whose blood was most-favored of Caine,
and Irad, whose strength served Caine's arm.
And these Kindred of Caine learned the ways of making Progeny of their own, and they
Embraced more of Seth's kin, unthinking.

And then wise Caine said. "An end to this crime.
There shall be no more."
And as Caine's word was the law, his Brood obeyed him.
The city stood for many ages,
And became the center of a mighty Empire.
Caine grew close to those not like him.
The children of Seth knew him
And he, to turn, knew them
But the world grew dark with sin.
Caine's Children wandered here and there, indulging their dark ways
Caine felt anger when his children fought
He discovered deceit when he saw them make word-war
He knew sadness when he saw them abuse the children of Seth
Caine read the signs in the darkening sky, but said nothing.
Then came the great Deluge, a great flood that washed over the world.
The City was destroyed, the children of Seth with it.
Again, Caine fell into great sorrow and went into solitude.
And he left us, his Progeny, to our own ends.
We found him, after much searching, deep in the earth, and he bade us go, saying
that the Flood was a punishment, for his having returned to the world of life
And subverting the true law.
He asked us to go, so that he might sleep.
So we returned alone to find the children of Noah,
And announced that we were the new rulers.
Each created a Brood
In order to claim the glory of Caine,
Yet we did not have his wisdom or restraint.
A great war was waged, the Elders against their Children, just as Uriel had said,
And the Children slew their parents.
They rose up
Used fire and wood
Swords and claws
To destroy those who had created them
The rebels then built a new city.
Out of the fallen Empire, they collected the
Thirteen clans that had been scattered by the Great War, and brought them all together,

They brought in the Kingship Clan(Ventrue),
the Clan of the Beast(Gangrel),
the Moon Clan [ Malkavian],
the Clan of the Hidden(Nosferatu),
the Vanderer Clan(Ravnos),
the Clan of the Rose(Toreador),
the Night Clan(Lasombra),
the Clan of Shapers(Tzmisces),
the Snake Clan(Setites),
the Clan of Death(Giovanni),
the Healer's Clan(Saulot),
the Clan of the Hunt(Assamites),
and the Learned Clan(Brujah).
They made a beautiful city, and the people worshipped them as gods.
They created new Progeny of their own, the Fourth Generation of Cainites.
But they feared the Jyhad, the Prophecy of Uriel,
And it was forbidden for those Children
To create others of their kind.
This power their Elders kept for themselves.
When a Childe was created, it was hunted down and killed, and its Sire with it.
Although Caine was away from us, we did feel his careful eye watching us,
and we knew that he marked our movements and our ways.
He cursed Malkav, when that one defamed his image and doomed him to insanity, forever.
When Nosferatu was found indulging his tastes in foul ways with his own Children,
Caine laid his hand on Nosferatu, and told him that he would forever wear his evil
and twisted his visage.
He cursed us all, for killing the first part of his Children, the Second Generation,
As we had hunted them down one by one, Zillah the Beautifu, Irad the Strong, and Enoch First-Ruler.
And we mourned them all, as we were all of a kind, and all of the families of Caine's childer.
Though this city was as great as Caine's, eventually
It grew old.
As do all living things, it slowly began to die.
The gods at first did not see the truth,
And when they at last looked about them it was too late.
For, as Uriel had said, the seed of Evil planted blossomed as a blood-red rose
And Troile, the Child of his Child's Child rose up, and slew his Father, Brujah.
And ate of his flesh.
Then war wracked the city
And nothing could ever be as it was.
The Thirteen saw their city destroyed and their power extinguished,
And they were forced to flee, their Progeny along with them.
But many were killed in the flight, for they had grown weak.
With their authority gone, all were free create their own Broods,
And soon there were many new Kindred,
Who ruled across the face of the Earth.
But this could not last.

Over time, there came to be too many of the Kindred
And then there was war once again,
The Elders were already deep in hiding,
For they had learned caution,
But their Children had founded their own cities and Broods,
And it is they who were killed in the great wave of war.
There was war so total, that there are none of that Generation
To speak of themselves any longer.
Waves of mortal flesh were sent across continents
In order to crush and burn the cities of the Kindred.
Mortals thought they were fighting their own wars.
But it is for us that they spilt their blood.
Once this war was over,
All of the Kindred hid from one another
And from the humans that surrounded them.
In hiding we remain today,
For the Jyhad continues still.
And none will say when Caine will arise again, from his sleep in the earth, and call for the city Gehenna,
the Last City, the City of Judgment.
The Jyhad continues still.

The images of warfare and bloodshed vanish to be replaced once more by darkness as the voice continues on, it's speech droning on as it speaks of the will of Caine.

These are the words that Caine said, regarding our Progeny as he ruled in Enoch, as King.
Hear the words of Caine Law-Giver:
"Thou shall not make Progeny against
My will and if you are given leave, then choose of those
Children of Adam well, think of them as your future Brother or Sister.
Look to the everlasting night ahead, and know Auriel's Prophecy:
that forever shall Childe rise up to slay Sire.
Know thou that. as in all things, the Father overcomes the Childe, the Mother her Daughter:
Only through Me will you come to Truth,
Only through Me will you come to Peace,
Only through Me will you come Awake to your Power.
Know thou that the right of life or death, as it was in My times, will ever be the Sire's over the Childe's,
for it has been set in Heaven as well as in this world, the way of things.
My Father, Adam, over me, I, over you, You, my Children, over all Progeny you get.
Thou shalt not suffer your Childe to live
If it is found that he has killed one of your Brothers and has drunk his hearts blood.
This is the Serpents Way, and I will not abide it.
Thou shalt not Embrace those who are unworthy,
Thou shalt not use the Embrace as punishment,
Neither shall you Embrace the youngest, who should live long before being brought into
My family, so that the wisdom of our line will grow.
Thou shalt not Embrace those who are diseased, insane, or full of ill humors,
for they will taint the Blood.
Never shall there be more Kindred of Caine than Kindred of Seth in a place,
neither should there be one of Caine for every three of Seth.
All Childer should learn from their Sire
The Law and the Traditions
The Rites and the Customs, as I have given them to you
Thou shalt not Embrace the Moon-Beasts, for these should be outcast and called Abomination.
Neither should you taste of their blood, for they are forbidden, they bring Death to our door.
Embrace not the blood of the Enlightened, rather listen to their words, watch their actions, and move swiftly
against them should they strike:
a useful sword, but often too sharp.
Taste not the blood of the Wild Ones, for in it is Madness, neither should you
Embrace them: for you will not survive it.
Embrace not Love, for Love in My Embrace will grow cold, wither, and die.

These are the words that Caine said, regarding the Children of Seth, as he ruled in Enoch, as King.
Hear the words of Caine Law-Giver:
"We are given Dominion over the line of Seth, third son of Adam, as he is our youngest Brother,
we will watch over his Children as if they were our own, we will show them the right way, and in return,
they will serve us all of their days.
They will serve us while the Sun rides the sky, and watch over our houses,
with quenching water, against Michael`s Fire.
They will feed us. and provide us with clothes,
They will dance for us, and provide us with song,
They will lay with us, and provide us with comfort.
They will advise us, and we will listen to their advice.
They will worship us, and we must not allow their worship.
Thou shall not become as a God to the Children of Seth.
for the One Above, growing jealous in his sky, will strike down the line of Caine forever.
Remember gentle-faced Ashtareth,
Remember golden-fat Baal.
Remember strong Tammauz,
Know thou that the Children of Seth will rise up with weapons from the One Above,
and conquer us, should we be as Gods to them.
Thou shall guide the Children of Seth as a shepherd guides his flock, and cull them as they are needed.
Thou shall cleanse their blood, and keep all of them free from disease.
Of the Feeding
Find you a place that is yours,
And the mortals that dwell there,
let them be your sheepfold,
let them be your cup,
let them be your holy bread
Of the Gifts of Caine
Mark ye that a Mortal who, marked with the Power of another Cainite, does a thing, yea verily
He does it as if that Childe of Caine did it, and that Kindred will pay the price of crime or retribution, just as he
had done the thing, for in this way, there is an Accounting to be made, and the
Children of Seth not be merely swords in the hands of dark strangers.
Mark well the threefold drinking, the Bond of Blood, and let those of Seth's Children with great skill,
come to serve the Children of Caine, as it is we are the first part of Wisdom, and should be served.
As well, in Blood Bonds, know that there is no greater Bond than Caine has with his Childer,
and through Me, all chains are broken, all shackles are shattered.
Mark well the Children of the One Above, the Cherubs, the Seraphs, the Archangels,
for their touch will burn you as does the Flame of Michael.
Mark well the Children of the One Below, the Serpent's Kin,
for their touch will burn you as well, and their tongues will delude and deceive you.
In need, you may feed the Beasts of the field, of your Blood, and husband them:
they will grow strong and loyal, but beware of the Beast with the Beast within,
and feed not a Hunger that may not abate.

The voice of Malkav fades into nothing as the voice of Caine once more takes up the story, booming out in volume as it did aeons ago.

Of Those Who Serve
Those you choose to bless with the Potence of Caine,
may come to live within your house, to protect you,
let no one Embrace these guardians, let them be given blood at the appropriate time:
let their Strength be your Strength,
Strength that does not abate with the sun,
let their Eyes be your Eyes,
Eyes that can see in the day.
Let their Ears be your Ears,
Ears that can hear while you slumber.
Let those who serve be named greatest of the Children of Seth. and most privileged.
Let them enjoy the fine cloth of the Kindred.
Let them enjoy the gentle music of the Kindred.
Let them know the sweetness of our wine.
Let us protect them from those who would hinder and hurt them,
and let us all rise up in outrage should one of those-who-serve
be shin by another Kindred, for no Kindred has the right to kill another's Servant without provocation.

Of the Moon-Beasts
The Moon-Beasts, the ones-who-change, they are the Oldest of all,
before my Father they roamed the lands.
Tarry not in the path of them,
Avoid them, they are set upon us like wolves in the sheepfold.
For we are of one kind, and they another.
Beware their sacred ground, walk softly through their wilderness.
Their bite is as our bite,
Their claws are as our claws
Tarry not in the path of them, they are of one kind, and we are another.

Of the Wild Ones
Of the mad ones, the wild ones, I say, first, drink not of their blood!
But watch them,
For they are beautiful in their wildness,
They are enchanting in their mystery,
They are deadly in their war skills.
Alone among the creatures of the night
They kept me company in the earth and brought me water when I was thirsty and could still breathe.
Like Me, they were cast out,
Like my Children, they are homeless,
Like my Children's Children, they wander,
Like my Mother and Father, they know too much,
But they keep their own counsel, and, of them, I say
Mark me well: keep silent!
Say nothing.
Watch, and learn.

On the Enlightened
The Mother of Power, dark Lilith, is of the greatest of them, but there are others, and more yet to come.
Drink not of their blood, for they will ensnare you,
Keep wary of them, they are crafty.
They know Adam's knowledge, and Eve's wisdom.
they are the bringers of fire,
the tillers of soil,
the husbanders of animals,
the bringers of writing,
they are the Sun-children,
the Rising Stars.
They will seek to involve you in their journey.
Resist! Resist! their path disregards hunger, blood, and body.
Trust not the ones with bright eyes towards the dawn:
Remember always, it is the Dawning that brings your death.

Of Those Spirits of the Dead
Mark you well: there is a place beyond spirit, beyond life which is Darkness.
Shadow, and there Shadows dwell.
An island, a fortress, a land of the Dead,
I have traveled there through a pathway of doom and
I have witnessed the dread king of the Stygian City as he sat at court.
I have seen the faceless hooded ones traversing River Styx.
They swarm about us like flies on a putrefying corpse, and like us, feed on fear, ecstasy, and anger.
Dead they are, but undead, and they are closer to us than we will ever know.
The Blood of my Brother cries out to me as I sleep as the Sun crosses the sky,
I hear my brother, second born Abel, screaming.
Mark well the spirits of those who have died,
Know their strength is not your own,
Listen to their words: they carry wisdom.
Listen not to their songs: that way is oblivion.
Do not seek to bind them, but free them if you can,
Such is the commandment of Caine, who himself has been imprisoned and freed.

Thou shalt not slay thy Sire and drink his heart’s blood
Thou shalt hold the eldest among you as Lord, even as I am your Father, the eldest is closest to me.
Thou shalt honor each other’s Domain.
Thou shalt not reveal yourselves as Gods to the Children of Seth.
Honor always your Sire.
Thou shalt teach your progeny the ways of the Kindred.
Thou shalt not Embrace Love
Thou shalt not feed of the Moon-Beasts, the Wild Ones the diseased, the insane, or the drunken.
Thou shalt protect always those-who-serve.
To your Brothers and Sisters, always give hospitality. To your Sire's Brothers and Sisters, always give the best
part of your house, to your Progeny's Brothers and Sisters give a roof from the Sun and the blood of a sheep, no
more.
Never forget your Sire's Sire, Caine the Wanderer.

The voice of Caine vanishes to be taken up by alternating male and female voices, these are the Antediluvians as they decree their own edicts to their childer.

Brujah's Commandments
Throw off the Elder s shackles of the mind, reach into thyself and see the truth revealed.
The Truth, as truth is seen, will illuminate your soul and heal your wounds.
Know who you are, first, and be true to your self.
You are my children, all, but I would sooner shatter you like flawed pottery than have your weakness
be that you are but a flawed copy out of my mold.

The Words of Gangrel to his Childer
Lo my Children, you will walk the earth, wander far and carry these Words.
Move one step before those who see by the Moon.
Never abide weakness.
Keep your children loyal.
Walk with your head high.
Let the Beast rule you.
Mark where you hunt, so that your brothers and sisters will know and not intrude.
Take all you need, but be mindful that the hunter can become the hunted and
there are those who find us no matter how we flee.
Should you become confused go and eat only of animals for a moon sleep
in the earth and drink in sweet water
You will hear my voice in your ears like a distant bird's cry or lion's roar,
And you will know what to do.
Let no one say that the House of Gangrel is a dishonorable one
Let no one say that we are not brave.
Let no one say that we are not fair.
You, a child of the Beast, a child of Darkness, are first among Kindred.

Malkav’s Words
In the singing… midnight
By the coral …… of time
Through the …… gates of heaven ...the ... in my mind
Bring about the change so quickly
Bring about the terror’s night
Bring about the blood of lovers
Bring about the smell of fright
I see you watching where I walk
Through the moonlit jasmine field
Listen closely as I talk
About the stars and their lovers past
Past fields of poppies, burning bright
Into towers of Blackened Bone
Follow me, b*****d of Caine
Come with me, I have no home
As I drain your live’s blood sweetly
As you sigh into my warm hands
As I suck your madness nearly
Streaming down like crimson bands
I dance the dance of the fool
And pray you find me mad
For if you lay hands upon the root
You’ll know me without illusion
And find me guilty of the truth.

Nosferat's Words
You are the children of Shadow
You are the sons and daughters of Darkness
Seek the darkest place
Make it your own
Feed on the wicked, feed on the sinful.
Feed on the ugly souls
For such is our diet, such is our
Father`s wish, our pre-ordained meal.
My childer, look not at your visage to curse me, for I know the beauty that lies within,
and no greater beauty will there ever be.

The Words of Toreador to his Childer
In quiet, you will know beauty, in beauty you will know truth,
in truth you will know love, in love, you will know quiet.
My children, my creations my beautiful things
Watch and listen, listen and watch.
Use your sight, to see the truth in beauty.
Use your speed, to stay still,
Use your beauty, to know truth.
My children, my creations, gentle roses all
I have called for your sculpture
I have called for your pictures
I have called for your song
I have called for your dancing
Beautiful children, beautiful creations
Gold is not as precious Honey not as sweet
Milk not as pure
Like the tiger, you bite like the hawk, you dive, like the cat, you stalk.
Beautiful predators!
Sweet succubi!
Daring incubi!
Taste virgin’s blood and find bliss!
Find your greatest part of Joy,
Follow your greatest part of Joy, and know that I watch you, enthralled, my children, my creations,
my beautiful ones.

The Words of Ventrue to his Childer
We ruled in Enoch! We ruled in the Second City
Dumuzi! Gilgamesh! Zeus! Jupiter!
We are every great man, every perfect man.
We rule, not by strength, but by right.
Be the law-giver, the tool-maker,
Carry the sacred Me to the people,
Keep the covenant,
Bind those that rebel,
Glory in those who fight and win,
Keep strong swords about you always, and sharp eyes at your back.
Cower not in fear of the Sun!
Shrink not from Fire!
Though cursed we may be
We are the Lords of the Earth, and all things fall under our dominion.

Saulot's Words
Know you are made to be unmade
You are the white lamb
The gentle sacrifice
You are the greatest part of the bounty of Caine
And on your shoulders shall be his greatest Sin, for alone among the children of Caine I have asked
the One Above for forgiveness, and I have been visited by the worst of the One Below's demons
Those snakes, which bit me in my sleeping,
Those foul wyrms who suck my blood,34
I learned from them to take the blackness from the blood
The wounds from the flesh the evil from the soul.
And though I may die, you, my childer will live on.
Open thy Eye, and see the world truly, and know that what you do now goes on to heal another generation.

Once more Malkav's voice rises above the dine of the others as he enters a tale that hadn't been heard in centuries.

And the enemies of dine were great, and fell to fighting over his trail like hounds, the scent would not abate
through flood and moon. and much travail
The hunter's skill was great, as they looked for their Father, and they did see ... ancient Discipline
used they to find the road to Shal-ka-mense
They came at last to that secret place where Caine hid, amongst the waters
Showing himself, Caine called them under,
"Gentle sons, gentle daughters, Why do you disturb my slumber?"
And they tried to embrace their Father with steely things and things of wood, but lightning Caine,
fast-moving Caine, would not be stopped by such as them.
Under the curling, blasting waters, beyond the pool of Veyd-sah-me, in the grotto of Shal-ka-mense
did they gather, did they gather, to embrace their sleeping Father's form.
Found him sleeping? Found him wakeful, battle-ready, eyes abright, smiling at his ancient Childer waging war
in the waxing light.
Now the stars they one by one blot their ways into lightning sky
Now the fires burn #### and cinder
Now the heat reveals the pyre.
Too long! the hunters waited further,
Too long! They did by Veyd-sah-me, tarry long enough to see the light of Dawn upon their Father's Face.
And in the turning, burning Mark, they saw the Finger of Gods own hate, twisting, curling,
God's own Word it Set apart Caine's lonely fate
And as they burned in ####-bright fires, as they saw the melted flesh as they burned with their own Kindred
Caine blessed more funeral pyres
Taking in his bloody Sacrament.
Seek not the blood of thine own Elder
Seek not the blood of thy Sires Sire
Seek not the blood that made thee Kin
For thou will feel the funeral pyre
When thou dost pay for thy immortal sin.

Caine's voice rises out of the tumult to speak once more of his laws and the punishment for breaking them.

It is very hard. my children, to prescribe for you the punishment
of burning,
of exsanguination,
of beheading,
of torture,
of paralysis,
of the sun-death.
You are my Childer: alone among the rest of existence, you are my only companions,
forever will we be locked in the way that fathers are bonded to their sons and sons to their fathers.
And yet. I will root out the bad seed.
I will weed out the worst of you.
I will prune my dark tree, in the manner that my Father, Adam, taught me.

So many voices raise at once that their words overlap in their speech fragments and sentences barely being caught before the next begins.

"Go not to the Clan of the Rose for advice, for they will give no single answer."
"Watch Gangrel, and when they are uneasy leave."
"The first to die in any Jyhad are Nosferatu."
"Bless those who fight our natural enemies. Keep safe the water-bearer, the builder, the undertaker. These are
not to be prey."
"Let not the priest, poet, or peasant see you feed. Not one of them will leave it be."
"Let Honor be your shield, your sword, and your cloak: let Ventrue save face, and you will go far."
"To rid yourself of an enemy, outlive him."
"Vengeance is best when the blood is still hot."
"Know that in all times there will be Caesar: pay him his due."
"Fight the first battle, win the first war."
"Watch your own Childer on the lips of all is the honey-taste of Diablerie."
"One sip of Blood, I take. Two sips. I accept. Three sips. I refuse."
"Bargain not with the Darkness: in time it will take tis all."
"Ride the Beast, do not let it ride you."
"Make not friends among the Poets, they till sing too much of you."
"Be not known. Seek shadows."
"When the Cross has a point, find your safety."
"Take gently from women. Take directly from men. Take sweetly from children. Take haltingly from animals.
From Kindred, share. From the Moon-Beasts, feast."
"Be as a King: your sacred duty is to protect the weak and fight the mighty."

Then Ash's voice rises once more deep and resonant as he speaks of portents of the future, of The Signs of Gehenna
Quiet! Hear the raven’s cry!
The stillness of the wind rising hot on the street the towers hide the darkness of the day
When Lasombra’s dreams-come true on the day when the moon runs as blood
and the sun rises black in the sky, that is the day of the ####, when Caine’s children will rise again.
And the world will turn cold and unclean things will boil up from the ground and great storms will roll, lighting
will light fires, animals will fester and their bodies, twisted, will fall.
So, too, our Grandsires will rise from the ground
They will break their fast on the first part of us
They will consume us whole
On the second day, Caine will return
And call his Children to the meeting place on the site of the First City he will beckon them, sitting on his basalt
throne.
And Caine will call aloud the names of those to be destroyed. for their crimes are too great and all those who
have consumed the heart's blood of their sire will be brought before the Black Throne and made to drink of
Caine's blood
And Caine's blood will eat their blood
And the Dark Mother herself will be brought forth and there, in the valley of Enoch, will there be a battle a
duel of Dark Father and Dark Mother
The Demon Queen will bite deep
The ####-ed King will bite deeper
We will not know the thing which will happen, but the sky will tear apart, and the earth below
And the forces of #### will pour up out of the ground
On the Third Day, there will be silence the crows will feed on the carrion plague will dance amongst the ruins
the last of the Wild Ones will leave this place the last of the Moon-Beasts will fight and fall
And the Antediluvians will make for themselves an Empire of Blood
They will rule with iron talons
They will wrench the hearts of all still alive
And the full sum of the earth's living will come and live in the Last City, called Gehenna.
And there will be a reign of one thousand years, and there will be no love, or life, or pity, the mighty will be as
slaves the virtuous will be made foul every good gift, and every perfect gift will be tainted by the Father of
Darkness, whose power will come from the nether realms.
When the snows consume the earth and the sun gutters like a candle in the wind then, and only then will thefe
be born a woman, the last Daughter of Eve, and in her there will be decided the fate of all.
And you will not know this woman, except by the mark of the Moon on her, and she will face treachery, hatred,
and pain but in her is the last hope.
And you will know these last times by the Time of Thin Blood, which will mark vampires that cannot Beget,
you will know them by the Clanless, who will come to rule
you will know them by the Wild Ones, who will hunt us even in the strongest city
you will know them by the awakening of some of the eldest, the Crone will awaken and consume all
you will know these times, for a black hand will rise up and choke all those who oppose it
and those who eat heart’s blood will flourish and the Kindred will crowd each to his own, and vitae will be as
rare as diamonds

Mark these signs, they are coming! Gehenna will be on earth.
Mark the shadow which flies mark the dragon which rises
mark the darkness which moves
mark the shadow of the moon.
mark the angel that dies
mark the maiden who weeps
mark the children
Embraced
mark the Clanless who run.
And there will be a time when Sire will drive out Childer when Sire will abandon Childer to the sun’s mercy
and there will be no mercy for the Clanless there will be no mercy for the Clanless, mongrel though they be
upon their forgotten Sires shall be the curse of Auriel upon their hateful Sires shall be the curse that comes of
crossing Caine upon their lazy Sires shall be the curse of the hunters hunted
Those among the Clanless will have
no path to follow
no family to name
no generation to hold
no traditions to keep
no customs to give
no hospitality to give
Why do you make these orphans?
Why do you leave them in the street?
They are the dark seed of our undoing
they will band together with those who hate us
they will follow Brujahs Childer
they will make the blood run red
they are going to kill the dead
they are going to cat our kin
they will scream and bash our doors
they will cry aloud for justice
Clanless, all, they will wash over our walls
Clanless, all, they will know secret ways
Clanless, all, they are Lilith's foul get
Clanless, all, they are newly Awake
Clanless, all! No family, no sign, no loyalty, no elder.
Beware those who walk without a clan, for they will be our undoing.
Pity them! Adopt the orphans where you can.
But watch them. In them is the bad seed of their Sire.

Ash's voice fades once more into the background as Malkav once more takes the fore his voice saddened by the words that come forth.

And they asked Caine the old Father,
"Why do you command us to not Embrace those we love?”
And Caine said to them, "Love is the sweet rain which falls down from the One Above.
Love is the gift of life.
Remember ye not Auriel's Curse?
That we are to eat only ashes, drink only blood?
Blood is not sweet rain. Our drink takes Life."
And then Caine's eyes got the look of Visions, and he quieted, then he spoke:
"But if ever one of us is gifted with the love of a mortal without Command or Awe, without compulsion
a Love given freely, then that Love will be as the gentle rain to even the lowliest of us.
And though we shall not Embrace it,
it will feed us as if we supped at our Father`s table
it will satisfy our deepest thirst.
But barken ye, my children!
The Children of Seth will always hate us again and again, for we are their predators we are their Masters
and they know this. deep in their soul.
Look not for Love among them! They will not give it.
Be not a fool."

"What of the Moon-Beasts who hunt us, Father? "
"There will come a time, in the last days, when the Moon-Beasts will grow uneasy and
they will be dying out like a sick wolf who must leave the pack
they will fight rather than die sick and so
they will find us and they will kill us.
Mark ye well, the Clan of the Beast!
For they will hold the key
they will make the way of protection
they will make the way of trickery
they will make the way of peace”

There will come a time, when the
Curse of the One Above will not be tolerated further when the Lineage of Caine will end
When the Blood of Caine will be weak and there will be no Embracing for these Childer
for their blood will run like water, and the Potence in it will wither
Then, you know in this time that Gehenna will soon be upon you.

There will come a time, when the heads of three Princes
will watch the burning of the dawn on a pillar of white.
There will come a time when an ancient hunger
will awaken deep in the northern woods and consume all her childer
There will come a time when an Elder Darkness will stir deep below a city which has forgotten and
will surprise the Elder, its children.
Of these signs, you will know, the Dark Father, b*****d of Caine,
will awaken, and drink deep of blood sacrificed to it
Of these signs, you will know that the time has come to lay claim
to your Clan`s safety, to fight the Dark Father.
On these signs, you must know, that Gehenna waits, even at the door, as an actor waits in the wings
It is coming! It is near!
Shine black the sun!
Shine blood the moon!
Gehenna is coming soon


With that reality returns and you are alone once more, the insane giant vampire vanished once more leaving you alone with the history of your kind now yours.

((just did this to give some background for those who needed it.))

jugh3ad


SovietSnowball
Crew

PostPosted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 7:02 pm


Name: Justin Clements
Age: 359
Height/Weight: 6' / 200 lbs
Appearance: Muscular enough to be called a body builder, but lean enough to be an athlete. Chiseled features, broad shoulders and surprisingly attractive. Short cut blonde hair, clean shaven and rarely in anything classier than his leather jacket and well-worn jeans.
Alignment: Good intentions but an animal at heart.
Race: Brujah
Powers: Extreme physical prowess, manipulates and influences emotion and thought. Stable grasp of magical and occult practices, minor shape changing ability.
Equipment: Heavy SWAT gear, sawn-off shotgun and cutlass.
Background: Standard Jack-of-all-Trades, seaman in the early English fleet. Even before Justin was embraced, he was at his peak physical condition and rising in the ranks of the navy. In a desperate night-time engagement, the captain of the ship revealed his true nature and embraced much of the crew and released the frenzied fledglings in boarding actions, which captured many of the enemy ships, and forced them to scuttle the rest.
From then on, Justin was content gaining power and respect through the front-lines and working his way through the ranks until he was a respected commander in the east Indies. After the extreme political upheaval and apparent decline of the British Empire, Justin immigrated to America and began fighting against the werewolves in the frontiers, continuing to fight in wars from the Spanish-American war to Vietnam. In-between fighting, Justin opened a bar or other establishment that served the seeder sides of life. Since the early 90's, Justin has been a pimp in downtown LA and ran a bar on the side.
He has never been deeply involved in the Jyhad, but he makes sure to keep his head below the guns of the many players deeply concerned with their law and order.
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