 General Info
| I Am Here For: |
For a New Experience, To Explore My Sexuality, To Meet People |
| Marital Status: |
Divorced |
| Children: |
N/A |
| Education: |
Some College |
| Religion: |
Other |
| Smoke: |
No |
| Drink: |
No |
| Occupation: |
your blood |
| Body Type: |
Average |
| Height: |
5' 11" |
| Ethnicity: |
White / Caucasian |
| Languages: |
English |
Sexy Stuff
| I Am Looking For: |
Social Encounters, Just Looking, Cyber Friendships |
| Sexual Fantasies: |
N/A |
| Sex is Best: |
Passionate, In a Relationship |
| Cybersex: |
N/A |
| I Want You To: |
N/A |
| Cybersex Personality: |
N/A |
My Web Gifts
A gift from uname
Note:
Content:
Sent
12/12/2012
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EL_DarkBlood_SBS' Scoop
About me:
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I am the founder of one of the Brujah bloodlines in rlc and head of SBS, DBC. The other family that has my full attention is HJS(House of Jaded Souls) the family formed by my dear departed sister Azeriel AKA Ennoia.
Definition of Brujah. The Brujah clan was the first,they have seen many others others arise and disappear as time has passed, they have witnessed the formation the sabbat and caitiff and know the final times are at hand. Brujah stand alone, for all others fear them, and conspire amongst themselves to bring about their downfall. But we are a rock. And as the storm rages against us,we shall weather it,and prevail. For when the storm has spent its fury,and fled in tattered fragments we shall still stand. We shall be the last. To the Brujah Neonate Welcome to the ranks of the damned childe. Some call it a curse others a blessing. If you ask me it's only what you make of it. You are a vampire, and a Brujah at that. With it comes great power and great responsibility. It is our job to break the despotic grip of our elders and free us all from the opression of those damned blue bloods. Do not be angry with you fellow Brujah for how they treat you. They seek only to test your mettle, to make you stronger. In our Kindred society it's the law of the jungle kill or be killed. We are a clan at war, and in war only the strong survive. Remember no matter how badly your Brujah brethren treat you it is not even one tenth of the punishment that a Prince will visit upon you if you allow yourself to get under his boot. Of all the seven clans of the Camarilla we were the mightiest, but we are also the ones who have lost the most. Once we were the rulers of a great city. It was the perfect society, we lived in peace with the kine. We guided their development, enlightened their minds, and they in return gave willingly of their bodies to provide us sustainance. We were not greedy, we shared this with all of our kindred brethren, we opened our arms to all and embraced our Toreador brothers when they came to us, to our beloved Carthage. Together we opened the minds of the kine. The Toreador taught them art, and we taught them to think for themselves. Together we created the the greatest city rivaled only by Enoch, the first city, the kingdom of Caine, the creator of us all, so say the legends. But our Utopia didn't last forever the Ventrue, damn those blue bloods, were jealous of what we had, they feared that which they did not understand. And in their jealousy they destroyed that which we had spent centuries building. However we did not fall because of weakness, Carthage fell because we were betrayed. The Toreador, caring for nothing other than their art and fearing the Ventrue, betrayed us, sold us out to our enemies, and for this we will hate them till the day Gehenna is upon us. It is said that Troile, our founder fought alone in the final moments of Carthage's fall. He ultimately fell, battling overwhelming odds, but not before making the streets run blue with the blood of the Ventrue invaders.
The Past:
The Brujah are at war. So most of them believe. They hate the Ventrue, who destroyed their founder´s dream of Carthage. They despise the Toreador, whom they view as the Ventrue´s allies. They Distrust the Tremere, Malkavians and Nosferatu, who have their own secret schemes. The Gangrel are too foreign, too alien. Furthermore, the Brujah created more Caitiff than any other clan. The clanless ones would like nothing better than to strike out at those who created, then scorned them. Enemies everywhere. The only Solution is to lash out to any who oppose them. While other clans scheme, only the direct action of the Brujah can disrupt their plans. While classifying all the Brujah is an exercise in futility, the clan has three major fractions. The first and largest are the Iconclasts, the true anarchs. They lash out at anyone and everyone, with no respect for any organization or establishment. History is of no use to them: the here and now is what counts. Only the Masquerade limits their actions, and the only reason they respect that is of self-preservation. The Second camp is the Idealists, wich consists mostly of older Brujah. Most Brujah elders are Idealists, looking to the past for guidance and wisdom. Some still remember Carthage, and its founders´ dreams of a perfect society of vampires. Idealists believe the Brujah should unite to achieve these dreams. Iconclasts consider them as sellouts. They figure a Brujah elder has traded his heritage for a comfortable seat on a city´s council. The third camp, the Individualists is the smallest but most successful. The combine the traits of Iconclast and Idealist. they try to work together for the good of the clan. However, they do not insist others to obey their orders, like the Idealists do.
The Brujah vampire clan was founded by Ilyes, a mortal embraced due to her admirable control over emotions that enables her to assess virtues of ideas without involvement of any emotions.
This capability was greatly admired and treasured by her sires and grandsires. Due to these qualities, the first of the Brujah Clans were “passionless” during the first nights.
Ilyes’ long years of banish from the sun, people of the first city, and her own childers completely atrophied what passion was left of her.
Ilyes grew merciless through the course of her experiments that she started sacrificing both the living and the damned just to justify her whims.
Finally, one of her childers, named Troile had enough of all Ilyes’ cruelty and could no longer stand by and watch. He tried to convince his sire to walk-away from her cruel ways but she was hard to convince so Troile decided to take it “fang-to-fang” with his sire.
brujah vampire The years of no practice in hand to hand combat made Ilyes vulnerable and fell lifeless in the hands and fangs of Troile.
Once Troile tasted the blood of his sire, he never stopped drinking and yes he did craved for more…
Cain cursed Troile for drinking the blood of his sire and for assuming her position and title in the third generation of kindreds.
Troile and his childers worked to establish his dream of a better world where kindreds and mortals can at the least coexist but this dream was a failure, just as Cain was.
Seeing same mistakes he previously committed from his childers, Troile moved away and was never seen again in the city of Carthage.
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