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Gangrel
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 shape shifters. When a mortal speaks of a vampire changing into a wolf or a bat, she is probably speaking of a Gangrel. Like the Brujah, Gangrel are fierce warriors; unlike the Brujah, Gangrel ferocity does not stem from anarchic rage, but from animalistic instinct. Gangrel have a keen understanding of the Beast in their souls, and prefer to spend their nights in spiritual union with the animals whom they so imitate.
They run in a pack like wolves and live in the Gangrel forest where they live in an underground castle. They teach each other on survival and most are rather base on brute force then intellect. Only the descendants of royals who are the leader and his or her relatives are taught reading, writing, and so on. Though some other families teach each other the basics of school. But Gangrel look down on those who tend to try to learn this book talk and if you are not of royal blood and can read some even tend to kill those intelligent people.
Most people refer to the Gangrels as the “Wild Ones” in a matter of speaking. The reason is that they are engulf by the sin of Wrath. Wrath is manifested in the individual who spurns love and opts instead for fury. It is also known as Anger. You never ever want to anger this pack or you’ll be dismembered alive just like how a bear would kill you. The symbol of Gangrel is covered in red for the Wrath in which you invoke.
Brujah
The Brujah are inheritors of a majestic and ancient legacy, which is unfortunate. Tonight's Brujah seem less like a clan and more like a mob. Punks, terrorists, revolutionaries, criminals, gang bangers and the like make up the Brujah; the clan seems to be united in nothing save its disapproval for the organization of vampire and mortal society. The most notorious pack of thieve are know as the Fools Gold Robbers but people tend to call them the Slimy Yellow Toads. Well, this is not entirely true; Clan Brujah is among the greediest of vampires, and to steal from a Brujah is like wrapping the rope around your own neck.
Greed is the desire for material wealth or gain, ignoring the realm of the spiritual. It is also called Avarice or Covetousness. Consumed by greed these vampires and anyone else in this society want to live in possibly the most pampered, consumerist society since the Roman Empire. They will rob you blind day or night with out a care in the world. Even there clan’s royal leader can’t stop these gangs that roam the streets at night and the ally way during the day. But this sin does not go unpunished by the emperor or empress, whom ever holds the golden crown whom people just lick there lips in anticipation to covet that crown. The penalty is the same as the punishment that you will endure in hell. You'll be boiled alive in oil, but bear in mind that it's the finest, most luxurious boiling oil that money can buy, but it's still boiling.
Malkavian
At first glance, the members of Clan Malkavian do not appear to be a clan at all; they are chosen from all races, creeds and social strata. But Malkavian, regardless of mortal standing, bear one disturbing commonality; they are all quite mad. Whether from the clan's choice of victims, the circumstances of the Embrace, or some property in Malkavian blood itself, all Malkavians go insane shortly after the transformation (if they were not insane to begin with). Accordingly, many Malkavians find themselves pariahs, ostracized by a vampiric society fearful of their random urges and capricious whims. Wiser Kindred, however, prefer to keep the madmen close at hand Behind the Malkavians' lunatic cackling and feverish ranting lie dashes of insight, even wisdom.
The Malkavians are devoured by the sin of Gluttony. Gluttony is an inordinate desire to consume more than that which one requires. This is because they were weaned improperly as an infant. But that is only do to those who gave child were already mad as hell. They were so mad that they punished these gluttons, or as they call them piglets, by force-feeding rats, toads, and snakes. Till the poison from these animals turned there curse blood an orange like color. Leaving the gluttons to be known as the orange society. But these curse pig as they turn for the worse and go insane they will feed on the flesh and blood of others weather they be friend or foe, vampire or human, Malkavian or Glutton.
Tremere
Even among vampires, the insular Clan Tremere bears a reputation for treachery. This reputation is well earned; the Tremere were formerly a cabal of human wizards who, hungering for immortal life, wrested the secrets of vampirism from unwilling Kindred. Such vile deeds earned the clan a sinister reputation; even today, certain vampire clans would love nothing better than to destroy the entire Tremere line. Nonetheless, Clan Tremere holds a place in the World, for its members were instrumental in suppressing the Inquisition and supporting the Masquerade. Then, too, the Tremere have proved themselves dangerous enemies - and powerful allies. Tremere still practice a version of the arcane arts they studied in life, and so they use their sorceress powers in service against anyone and for almost no one.
Tremere are guilty of sin Sloth yet not as most view it. Sloth is the avoidance of physical or spiritual work. Tremeres do some physical work yet all of them who follow the path of dark art neglect the god and so avoid spiritual work. They’re shiftless, lazy, and good for nothings when it comes to god's grace. So in return when sent to hell the punishment will be that there soul and body be thrown into snake pits deep within the hell’s gates. So they tend to hang out in there real life before sentencing at there lazy bar called The Blue Goat.
Toreador
The Toreador are called many things - "degenerates," "artistes," "poseurs," and "hedonists" being but a few. But any such mass categorization does the clan a disservice. Depending on the individual and his or her mood, Toreador is 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 it does it with passion. To the Toreador, eternal life is to be savored. Many Toreadors were artists, musicians or poets in life; many more have spent frustrating centuries producing laughable attempts at art, music or poetry. Toreadors share the Venture’s love of high society, though not for them the tedium of actually running things - that's what the Empress is for, darling. Toreadors know that their place is to captivate and inspire - through their witty speech, graceful deeds, and simple, scintillating existence.
But Toreador’s are captivated by the deadly sin of lust. Lust is an inordinate craving for the pleasures of the body. These sirens of the heart are twisted till the believe of only the body can light that eternal flame of love. Though they know that there punishment in hell will smother them in fire and brimstone, they can not stop. Like a drug addict is the power of lust, it swims though the blue waters of your very being. Each Toreador who’s true love (emotions and spiritually without the need to be physical) is not found the deeper they will sink, till there eyes flood there hear in tear and are drowned into despair. The vixen know as lust can only bring sorrow over time though it might shield itself in the happiness of a mere moment.
Assamite
The Assamite Clan is both spiritual and progressive, the live spirit of individualism is strong within the ranks but…we remain brothers as our original ancestors did so long ago, balanced only on the ability of similarity. As a clan we are free from other clans curses, we are free as the originators of the Sabbat bloodline. The only problem is the newer version of us are considered only subspecies compared to our first leader who carried the virus to help make us who we are. We come from strong leaders of assassins, fighters who know every rule and bound…in some cases we fight as one or fight only for what we believe in, against those in our own clan. Over the years we’ve turned out so many kinds of fighters, courtesans, entertainers, and even mages dealing in magics blacker than the night we live by.
Assamites, of any kind, abide by the same laws:
I will protect my honor and personal pride.
I will protect my brother as long as it’s within my power to do so.
I will answer all challenges made by any for the world to see.
I will serve my clan and the overall greater good of my brothers.
Our sin is our pride.
Nosferatu
The Nosferatu Clan is the one group of people that devour secrets of the blacklisted underworld movement under the eyes of common people all around. The rats of the guild, having the right eyes and shift movements we usually produce a great number of rogues and thieves, liars and gamblers. Our clan is the more cut throat backwater members which society wanted to forget about. Dwelling in the catacombs, sewers, and burned out bombed parts of the old city. We are built to survive in all the worst kinds of conditions. No one can out man us, beat us in the skills of a true rogue, we know every dark corner there ever was. We have refined eavesdropping to a fine art, that and we know every ounce of gossip mortal or not. Nosferatu clansmen push aside the fighting in other clans to work together in unison. You don't mess with us, because once you mess with one of us...you mess with ALL of us- and that could get very, very, very messy for you indeed. But our sin is our envy towards others.
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