Giovanni Page
The
Clan
Stereotypes:
Lasombra: Though we may share some mortal blood with a few of these Kindred, don't expect anyh family hospiality. We butt heads a lot, because they're as interested in power as we are. Admirable rivals; they know what it me
ans to be a vampire.
Assamite: I'd have more respect for themif they hadn't knuckled under to the Camarilla's blood curse. They're efficient at what they do, however, and hold honor in high regard. You know what you're getting into when you deal
with them.
Ravnos: Take 'em or leave 'em. If they touch our shit, though, I suggest crushing their thieving Gypsy heads with your bare hands and having a family member piss over their remains.
Camarilla: If vampires were ice cream, this group would be vanilla it seems they've forgotten that the Kindred are predators, and they spend so much time pining for their lost humanity they fail to see the new vistas that the
Embrace opens. Oh, and thanks for keeping us up to date with your plans. Come to Venice anytime, you morons.
Tremere: Vampire amway with magic. Learn the magic if you can.
Samedi: Goddammit, if I hear about these worthless heaps of refuse being the remants of the Cappadocians one more time, I'm going to vomit blood. Hello? The Cappadocians are dead. We killed them. End of story.
Tzimisce: Yawn. Here's a hint: It's all been done before! Get off the S&M shit and get involved in the modern world, you anachronistic relics of bygone days. When these guys turn the evil eye your way, though, pack your s
tuff and leave.
Gangrel: I guess if I had no appreciable skills, no aspirations and no money, I'd pretend I was an animal, too. I don't deal with many of the beasts, but those I have dealt with make me glad I'm not one of them.
Malkavian: You know, it's a modern conceit that insanity should be pitied and safely contained untill it can be remedied. I miss the good old days, when lunacy was a sign of demonic possession and the insane were lynched by s
uperstitious mobs.
The Sabbat: Of course, too much of the predator shtick can be a bad thing. this is what happens when you Embrace the Beberly Hillbillies and tell them they can kill their own dinner.
Our name is spoken in temulous whispers and snorts of derision. We are simultaneously feared, loathed, suspected and envied. We harvest great power and knowledge, and we reap vast wealth from ventures only dreamed of by other Kindred.......
Kindred. That very term holds a double meaning for us; not only do we share the blood of Caine with the other vampires of the world, but we also share the blood of a family that has existed outside the flow of time for more than one thousand years. We a
re the Giovanni, by mortal contrivance and by descent from our father, Augustus.