Anyway enough about football for now. Let's me go check on that flat tire situation. (Conversation on going). Hooray folks! Tire is up and running. Time to get back on the bus. Forward march! I hope you're following each time we stop by the way, it would be easier for you to link up the story. If not, add a comment so we can drive the bus more smoothly. After all, the client is always right!
Called the Moon Clan
(Malkavian) because of every member being afflicted with madness and being
slaves to their debilitating lunacy, the Malkavian had suffered throughout
history and continued to do so. It was rumoured that their founder committed some
heinous crime and was cursed, as were his descendants, with insanity.
Alternately feared for their bizarre behaviour and sought out for their even
more bizarre insight, the Malkavian have historically been fragmented and
disorganized and the vampire community questions – and fears – the possible
future of the lunatic clan. True to clan lore, their primogen – Edgar White –
had a face as ashen white as they came, with eyes just as devoid of colour. His
hair was twisted in all directions and he could never sit still, even now
rocking back and forth ever so slightly. An English aristocrat, he seemed
determined to cling on to the by-gone days, his suit crying out for a modern
touch to it. He’d enjoyed twenty five human years and was now four hundred and
two vampiric.
The members of the Clan
of the Hidden (Nosferatu) suffer the most visible curse of all as the
embrace hideously deforms them, twisting them into literal monsters. Reasons
for the curse are rumoured to be because of their founder’s degeneracy and his
childer’s wicked behaviour. Level-headed and calm, Nosferatu have reputations
as information brokers and harvesters of secrets as their horrid appearances
have forced them to perfect their mystical powers to hide, even in plain sight.
Looking at their primogen now, there was no doubting that to be true. Seth had
an immaculate face as if carved from marble with one side partially hidden by
the flow of his dark hair. He was as quite as they came, rarely speaking or
moving unless absolutely necessary. He was also twenty five human years but
three hundred and fifty vampiric.
The Clan of the Rose
(Toreador), claim to be the preservers of the patronage of the arts which, to
some extent, is true as they claim many talented artists, musicians, writers,
poets and other gifted creators. But they also possess just as many ‘poseurs’,
those who fancy themselves great aesthetes but lack the ability to create it at
all. Lady Eleanor was Toreador primogen.
She was a gorgeous redhead and always wore the latest fashions she could get
her hands on. She had full glossy lips and a full body and had been an angel to
many men while being a devil to the same. An English aristocrat like Edgar,
many believed she harboured secret feelings towards the lunatic vampire and had
even attempted to ‘offer’ herself to him but so far her advances had been
crazily rejected. Lady Eleanor was twenty eight human years and four hundred
vampiric.
Vampire fact #5: Documented medical disorders that people accused of being vampires may have suffered from include haematodipsia, which is a sexual thirst for blood, and haemeralopia or day blindness. Anaemia (bloodlessness) was often mistaken for a symptom of a vampire attack.
There we go people. Another day, another mile driven. To top it all off, a little poetry from our vampire library.
Waiting for the sunset, waiting for the night,
Waiting for the darkness, waiting for life.
So long to wait, so much to wait for,
Finally the day ends, the world is mine.
Nothing can stop me, I'm the night,
There was a time I was happy during the day,
And afraid in the night.
But that was before I was born,
And started to forget about the day,
Right after I was born.
There's the madness,
Waiting for every vampire who doesn't...... -- Anonymous
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