By Larry J. Langley
Whatever the origins of the Coelacanth, they differ from most Kindred in several respects, both inherent and acquired. Unlike other Vampires, the Coelacanth -- at least until age strengthens other desires -- can survive by feeding on the blood of cold-blooded creatures. This is almost entirely a matter of last resort, as Coelacanth will nearly always choose to hunt humans when they may. Secondly the blood of the Coelacanth themselves has a strange, often considered foul, taste to their land bound cousins. Kindred encountering or drinking Coelacanth blood need not face madness frenzy no matter how starved they are -- it just isn't appealing enough. The blood remains nourishing despite the flavor, though Vampires will feel a bit sluggish and unpleasant after drinking much. Coelacanth, on the other hand, find Kindred blood as attractive as any other, if not more so. In fact Coelacanth are particularly susceptible to the sensations of blood and are likely go into a frenzy no matter how well fed.
Aside from physical differences, the ability to retreat beneath the seas instead of hiding among humanity has markedly affected the development of Coelacanth society. Although the availability of choice prey is limited, with sanctuary beneath the waters, Coelacanth need not fear discovery or flame and find easy protection from sunlight. Having no historical reasons to preserve the masquerade, neither having experienced the inquisition nor fearing (or even in most cases being aware of) the Camarilla, Coelacanth are learn to accept their nature -- to welcome the Beast. Among the clan, survival of the fittest is the only law, and Diablerie, especially with the lack of control they possess in the presence of blood, is a common practice among the Coelacanth tribes. They have no reason not to extend this practice to Kindred of the land and many an unfortunate neonate has fallen prey to a band of Coelacanth on the Hunt.
The Coelacanth originate somewhere in the south pacific, although tribes have slowly spread across the sea to Asia, Australia and the Americas. They first appeared along the coasts of Central America, and have begun to spread north and south. Their presence poses something of a threat to Kindred in the coastal cities, both because of their tendency toward Diablerie and by placing the Masquerade at risk. The Coelacanth do not fear humanity. Though they do realize the difficulty humanity can present to the Hunt if organized and are somewhat careful, they follow no strict code and rarely are victims left alive. As the Coelacanth hunt off of the coasts of more populous areas, witnesses to their activities are almost inevitable.
Like the Hunt, the embrace of a Coelacanth is usually violent and cruel, often involving drowning the victim. Typically, once created the Childe is kept beneath the waters for a great length of time, and fed victims by her sire. Even as the newly created Coelacanth learns to hunt, her sire tends to accompany the Childe until such time as he feels the neonate has accepted her fate. Those who rebel are treated violently until such time as they submit to the ways of the tribe. Still, the procedure is by no means as methodical as the Sabbat or creative as the occasional forced madness of the Malkavian embrace. Although most end up surrendering to the violent way of life of the Coelacanth rapidly losing humanity, occasionally an individual will hang on to her sanity for some time, escaping perhaps to live a solitary life. Even given the chance to escape, most remain with their Coelacanth tribe for lack of knowledge of any other choice, and, because of the likelihood of frenzy when feeding, even the strongest willed will fall to the beast eventually.
The Camarilla: What ridiculous pretensions. They do not know what they are: does the shark take on the habits of a school of minnows, behaving for all the world like its next meal?
"Should these monsters appear along your shores, hunt them until they are entirely destroyed or driven off, for they are brutal, messy and clumsy, a danger to the masquerade and would sooner drink your blood than any."
The Sabbat: They live as foolishly as the Camarilla, though at least they recognize that they are all killers.
"You have not witnessed a blood frenzy until you have seen these creatures feed. It seems, however, that they lack imagination or ambition. In the struggle, they may make most useful tools . . ."
The Inconnu: Mmm, such potent blood.
"These creatures are merely terrible reflections of ourselves in the waters of the sea, a mirror vision of our potential under the sway of the beast."