ABSIMILIARDIAN

By Matt Manning (nsgreaper@aol.com)

Preface

It was bound to happen sooner or later. Everyone thought about it when they found out about Clan Tzimisce. Clan Nosferatu is cursed with the ugliness that their founder Absimiliard had in his soul. The only problem is they have it on the outside. Poor, arrogant Absimiliard has been cursed too but apparently hadn't thought about using a Tzimisce to . . . cure himself of his infliction. He, in good dramatic tradition, went nuts and created the Nictuku to solve his problem or so he thinks. . . . This is the story and Bloodline of a pair of vamps that found the secret to the curse of the Nosferatu. . .

Clan History

Ryan and Doreen Westland were a young, normal couple, happy with their lives. Ryan was a promising lawyer for a New York law firm, and Doreen an up and coming sculptor. One night Doreen met Ryan at his office so they could go out to dinner and maybe catch a movie. As they walked to the movie theatre after they had had dinner a group of Sabbat Kindred kidnapped them and brought them and another man to a local cemetary for the Creation Rites. That other man was me. This was around the time the Sabbat was fighting for control over New York against the Camarilla. The pack that the Westlands were to be "recruited" into were old and of fairly low generation. The said pack had been watching the Westlands for quite a while and wanted their talents for the pack. A Nosferatu antitribu embraced Ryan while a Tzimisce took Doreen. I was embraced by a City Gangrel antitribu. We were then buried and, all three succeded in struggling through the earth to freedom. Ryan and Doreen along with me, Rickie, adapted as well as we could to our new lives. Time passed and eventually as we know the Sabbat finally took control of New York. The Westlands weren't extremely zealous like some Sabbat members become and in fact they were quite mad at the Sabbat for what they had done. The Westlands and I had become close and we felt the same way about the Sabbat. We wanted to leave but had nowhere to go. The Camarilla would kill us and we didn't know enough about the Inconnu to try and contact them. Eventually we decided to just run away and take our chances. We succeeded in escaping although we were hunted day and night by the Sabbat. Years past and we lived out our days in peace having found a new place to live in Chicago.

Everything was fine except for Ryan who being a very, handsome young man before his embrace regreted his new form horribly every single night of his unlife. Doreen loved her husband and hated to see him suffering so one night she told him she thought she could help him regain his looks with her powers of Vicissitude. Ryan was overjoyed and begged her to do it immediately. It took Doreen five days and huge amounts of blood but she used her skills in sculpting to turn Ryan into his old form -- if not better. In fact, Doreen made Ryan look better than he had before. Ryan thought this was wonderful. Doreen however wasn't as overjoyed but she said nothing because she loved Ryan more than anything. As time went on Ryan used his new form more and more to his advantage he started to become arrogant and snobish. His hunting habits turned more and more towards seducing young woman with his looks. Doreen began to grow jealous. The situation came to point when Doreen came back to our haven only to find Ryan with a gorgeous young woman kissing her and confessing his love to her. Doreen flew into a rage. She had given Ryan back his looks and this was how he thanked her! She immediately attacked Ryan with all the power she could muster and succeeded in killing him. Unfortunately she was mortally wounded in the fight. When I came home I saw her body slumped next to Ryan's with the form of a girl laying across from them. Doreen had scrawled a note on floor with her own blood. I can still remember the exact words to this day.

Rickie,

You've seen how Ryan is. You know what he has done. I loved him and look what he did to me. Well, now we're both gone and you're the only one left that knows what this curse does to humans. I want a symbol of Ryan's treachery to live on. Take care of her.

Love,
Doreen

As I finished reading the note I realized that Doreen had Embraced the girl and used some of her blood along with Ryan's. I loved my friends and to see something like that happen reminds me of why we are truly the damned. I named the resulting bloodline Abismiliardians after the arrogant Progenitor of the Nosferatu Clan. It seems he was cursed for his arrogance too . . . guess history really does repeat itself.

Nickname

Pretty Boys (or Girls)

Appearance

The Absimiliardians are always the most drop-dead gorgeous person in the room; always the center of attention and never ever ugly. They are perfect in every way.

Haven

Any place that's fancy. They will always have the penthouse suite or the biggest mansion on the block. Anyplace that they can flaunt their looks.

Background

Always an extremely good looking individual to begin with. These guys have turned into the ultimate snobs. Though they aren't afraid to kick some ass if they have to. Toreador are slobs compared to them. . .

Charecter Creation

Social are always primary; any abilities, usually skills for etiquette. High Society concepts usually. Nature is usually Bon Vivant or a form of Critic Demeanor is frequently Bon Vivant or Gallant.

Disciplines

Vicissitude, Presence, Potence

Weaknesses and Strengths

The Absimiliardians are the most vain, snobish, arrogant bloodline in existence. They must have social as their primary attribute, and they always must have the highest raiting they can possibly attain in Appearance. In addition they immediately frenzy if they get any injury that disfigures them. As they are extremely good looking and well-bred they start out with a dot in Presence in addition to their 3 dots for Disciplines.

Organization

Once a year Gloria Jenkman (the girl embraced by Doreen and Ryan) holds a huge meeting (more like a party) to discuss afairs and mainly just act like snobs. This is a huge social event and socialities such as the Toreador would die to be invited. Other than that there is no set meeting for the Absimiliardians.

Quote

"Arrogant you say? Well, I'm sure I wouldn't be as arrogant if i was wearing your dress dear. Honestly, that was so last season.

Stereotypes

Assamites: I guess they have nothing better to do with their time.

Brujah: Ohhh please don't mention them. The thought of those brutes makes me feel sick.

Daughters of Cacaphony: These dears are perfect for entertainment at a get together.

Followers of Set: Hmmm, snake skin, a belt, yes I think shoes would be too much a belt would be perfect. I have one outfit. . .

Gangrel: They are disgusting . . . probably get fleas in my beautiful suite.

Giovanni: They must be able to throw wonderful parties with all that money. . .

Nosferatu: *mumbles* They are so disgusting, and stupid too. They had the way to salvation right in front of them and never even saw it . . .

Ravnos: If I find my red purse missing I'll tear his fu . . . I mean I'll need to speak to him about his little cleptomania problem. *smiles sweetly*

Salubri: I thought they were all dead. Oh well, so what?

Samedi: Worse than Nosferatu because they might have half a brain. . .

Toreador: They only wish they could be like us. . .

Tremere: They spend much too much time going through dusty tomes.

Ventrue: They are necessary I suppose.

Camarilla: Old ones have no lives what so ever. All they do is plot and scheme.

Sabbat: Excuse me. *walks outside, sounds of cursing* They have no manners what so ever and force people into their brutal Creation Rites.

Inconnu: Let them watch if they want. Whatever they do is fine as long as it doesn't affect me.