Clans....

Morning y'all! Everyone out okay there? Had a late & restless night yesterday. I'm actually blogging with my eyes half closed right now. I was watching a movie & fell asleep in an awkward position. Now I can't even move the bloody thing without wincing. Anyway, enough about my problems. Our bus driver just got back from relieving himself so let's do this!

There was the Kingship Clan (Ventrue) who, as nominal leaders, claim to have created and supported the organization of vampires as a whole since the idea’s inception. The clan suspects its founder was slain by a member of the Brujah clan which is a great blow to its pride. Ventrue actively involve themselves in every aspect of vampiric society, in which they exercise their considerable influence over the doings of humans as well. Though well organized, rumours of dark mysteries and slumbering ancients sometimes slip out from under the Ventrue’s austere facade. Riordan stood as Ventrue primogen, tall with a startlingly handsome face and long dark curly hair. He had piercing stone grey eyes that gave him a look of authority. He’d lived thirty human years before he was embraced and had now clocked six hundred years as a vampire.

The Learned Clan (Brujah) were once philosopher kings of Mesopotamia, Persia and Babylon and collected lore and knowledge from around the world. In their pursuit of freedom, they killed their founder and were cast out. As a result, they were now viewed as nothing more than spoiled childer who had no sense of pride or history. As Brujah primogen, Mistress Cara was true to her clan’s perceived depth of worldwide knowledge, even now a conceited look occupying her freckled face. Her golden brown hair was tied up in a bun and at forty years old, she was the oldest, at least in human terms but her embrace had only occurred four hundred and thirty eight years ago.

 

       The Clan of the Beast (Gangrel) were feral vampires and possessed disturbing animalistic tendencies. There were whispers of its founder having been a barbarian and for this reason, Gangrel often embraced outsiders. Aloof and savage, Gangrel were often tragic individuals and believed that independence would be better than their nominal involvement with the Prince, thus their continued membership in loyalty to the Camarilla is uncertain. Their primogen was Ivan Popovsky, a once Russian czar. He was an outspoken fellow, with a thick red beard matching his thick mop of hair and seemed to like the flashy look, even now decked in gold neck chains and rings to go with his shimmering dark leather suit. He was thirty four human years and six hundred and forty vampiric

Sorry folks, driver tells me we just got a flat tire. I'm afraid we won't be moving 'till we have a look at it and judging by this backwater of a place we've stopped at I doubt we'll be moving anytime soon what with this buffoon telling me even his spare is busted.
Anyway we can at least mull on our vampire "fact" #4: In vampire folklore, a vampire initially emerges as a soft blurry shape with no bones. He was 'bags of blood' with red glowing eyes and instead of a nose, had a sharp snout that he sucked blood with. If he could survive for 40 days, he would then develop bones and a body and become much more dangerous and difficult to kill.

Poetry time!

Night falls, darkness calls,

A vampire walks the streets,

Blood is what she needs,

Peace is, what she's longing for.

When she passes by your door,

You won't realize who she is,

You'll never learn she's this,

A creature of the night.

A victim of a fight that lasts for years,

That's cruel and caused tears,

She's of our kind, she's one of us,

If she dies, it's our loss.

We're living like we are,

We might be near or far,

When we meet, don't be afraid,

What made us this, it was just fate.

Believe me, we're serious,

We're neither bad nor dangerous --- Anonymous

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