By Ole Peder Ekelund Giaver (deagol@everyday.no)
Refer to the Mancata bloodline for more information.
They quarreled immediately. She said, "I will not lie below you."
He said, "I will not lie below you, but above you. For you are fit to be below me and I above you."
She responded, "We are both equal because we both come from the earth."
It is half past eight, Friday afternoon. Caroline is taking a shortcut through Central Park. She's thinking about her visit at Dana's. She is looking forward to a good bath and maybe some TV before she goes to bed. The bushes and trees are illuminated by a soft, white light, shining through the leaves, turning greeen and warm. It's a beautiful, late summer afternoon, and here, in the middle of the park, she can even see stars, blinking, smiling to her from above. A sensation of comfort and peace overcomes her, as her shoes tread the asphalt.
"I watch her from the shadows. I know what will happen next, my body anticipating it. I sense the heavy breath of a man, only a hundred yards away. I feel something in my stomach, writhing and grinning. Eager to look, to see what I see. I caress it, through the black T-shirt. It whispers inside me. It is my turn tonight, it whispers. Yes, I tell it, tonight it is your turn. The thing inside me grins and drools."
Caroline listens to the sounds of the city. They seem so far away, yet she knows there is only a short walk separating her and them. She strolls slowly, smiling to herself. Then, suddenly, she notices a shadow in the corner of her eye. And somehow, Caroline knows that she must run. Panick fills her veins, adrenaline pumps through her body. Heavy breath behind her. She notices his sour breath as he grabs her legs, pinning her to the ground. She tries to scream, finding her throat to be dry. He hits her, then drags her into the bushes. He wears a dirt-stained gymsuit. He grins. He whispers something, but she doesn't understand. The language no longer makes sense to her. In horror, she feels her pants being pulled down. The soil is cold and humid beneath her. He hits her again. The pain stings in her head. Reach for the spray, reach for the spray reach for the fucking.. she notices herself thinking. Her purse is lying on the ground, out of her reach. And then she feels him forcing himself inside her. And she cries. Her breath becomes a series of coughs; hot tears stream from her eyes.
"I hear the screams and sobbing of my sister, and I start running. There is a rusty taste of blood in my mouth. A darkness clouds my thoughts. Something inside me anticipates what will follow. And I will sustain its hunger. As I emerge from the bushes, he is bent down behind her. His hairy body a sickening white hue. He doesn't hear the woman's pain. He is sustaining his own hunger, as I soon shall sustain mine."
Caroline turns, as her assailant is ripped away from her body. Through a foggy dim of tears, she sees a woman in a black T-shirt, bending over the man. There is a terrified look on his face, his pants and trousers hanging from his knees. He wimpers, as she did seconds ago. The woman in the T-shirt smiles, whispering something in a forgotten language. She pulls off her T-shirt, and Caroline wishes she could black out, faint, die. She stumbles to her feet, pulling her pants up, running back towards the trail. She cries, her breath is heavy, but even as she runs, she is not able to escape the glare of the two red eyes that had stared at her when the woman pulled off her shirt. Forever, she will dream of the drooling mouth, filled with rotting teeth. She knows this, as the agonized scream behind her slowly fades.
For twelve nights, Caine wandered north along the Path.
On the thirteenth night, he reached a garden,
and was made welcome by those who dwelled there.
The garden was that of Lilith, the first wife of Adam,
but Caine didn't know that at that time.
Caine was allured by the seductress Lilith,
and dominated by her powerful person.
They became one, there in the garden of demons.
And thus our mother, Mancata, came to be.
Caine brought Mancata to The First City,
where she dwelled with the other three.
But Mancata feigned her alliance with the childer of Caine,
her loyalty was not to them, but to Lilith.
The first wife of Adam had planted her seed within Mancatas soul,
and Mancata knew her mission.
Lilith was expelled by the Lord,
for He feared the ways of the woman.
Lilith was as strong as Adam, if not his superior,
as they were born of the same soil.
This angered God, it was not how they had planned it to be.
Adam was created in the image of the Lord,
Lilith was to be his toy.
The Daughters are extremely devoted to their cause, but often they stray from their path, filling the roles of true Mancata, destroying and corrupting. Like their demon ilk brethren, the Daughters also carry the face of Lilith inside their wombs, compelling them to commit acts of evil. They believe that on the day of Gehenna, Liliths Garden shall raise from myth, and all shall be good.
The Arcanum: Lots of dusty men with glasses. They ain't never had a date.
The Inquisition: Stay away from them, and if not, divert them from their plans. They seek to destroy us, and succeeded killing many of our cursed father clan during the Middle Ages.
Assamites: They can be useful to us, but the culture they represent does not believe men and women to be equal, and we must fight their prejudicisms before we rely on their help.
"They claim that men and women are equal when it is evident that they are not. Is the man to give birth and raise the children? The women should be properly educated, and they are all necessary, but they are not, and will never be, men's equals.
Brujah: They resemble us in so many ways, and we should help them in their struggle for freedom, as they should help us. One of our most important allies.
"Their fight for equality is right and important, and we should aid them whenever we can."
Followers of Set: They do not seem willing to let go of the thoughts of old, and therefore are one of our enemies.
"The Furies are not important to our plans."
Gangrel: The Gangrel culture is a strange one, but we do not believe that they treat women properly. For reasons now forgotten, they seem to be a thorn in our side.
"As their brethren, they are demonspawn, and should be fought by any means."
Giovanni: We do not understand what fascination men find in fucking corpses.
"As their brethren, they should be avoided. We do not understand their conspiracy, but they should be treated with much caution."
Malkavian: These Kindred are noble in their own twisted way.
"They continue struggling for a cause that has long since been won."
Mancata: Our brethren are evil, and do not care any more for mortal women than they do for men. They are nihilistic and destructive, but still, they are get of Mancata, and should be respected simply for carrying a fraction of the Sacred.
"These traitors shall be dealt with. Their goals are futile and pointless, and they have strayed from the path of Lilith."
Nosferatu: Judge them not by their seemings. They understand how it feels to be opressed and scorned, and have often aided us in our cause.
"Them Daughters are cute in their own way, and they make for a nice chat."
Ravnos: Easily manipulated, but beware of their ways. They are not always what they appear to be.
"Avoid them if you can... but they do have quite a few nice gadgets to steal though."
Salubri: These poor kindred are harassed by all other Kindred, and noone understands them better than us. There are few of them left, as the malevolent Tremere seek to destroy them.
"Their cause is righteous, but sadly, they are of cursed blood, and will never attain Golconda."
Toreador: They seem to respect women, but only as a hollow art. It is not women they are in love with, they are in love with the thought of being in love. They only care for our beauty, and do not seem to understand that women are people, not mere objects.
"They are fragile beauties, in their own way."
Tremere: These foolish wizards are contemptible. They aid our brothers on their nihilistic path, and should be avoided.
"These bitches claim that they are being unjustly treated, but do not understand that power comes to the one who deserves it, and not the one craves it, based on imagined freedom and equality."
Ventrue: They are far too tradition-bound, and do not realise that the times are a-changing.
"They are not a threat to our power, and are easily be satisfied."
The Sabbat: They are contemptible, and they do not care what destruction they bring down upon the mortals.
"These fucking cunts should stay in the fucking kitchen. Who let them out of their leash anyway?"
You were raised in a conservative, christian family, and words such as sex, menstruation and puberty never meant anything to you. You went to a private school, were they never taught you about such things. One day, you met a handsome young man, who was quite willing to teach you. You went out with him a couple of times, but after only a month, he left you for some fifth street slut, and you were alone, pregnant. Three months later, you were sitting in a pile of pink baby clothes and little toys, crying your heart out. Your family scorned you, and noone knew where the baby's father was. Then there was Carla. She became your friend, and you started hanging out with her, but only late at night. One night, you asked her why she couldn't see you at daytime.
And she told you.
You were four months pregnant when the face of your unborn baby protruded from your stomach, with red, serpentine eyes and a malicious grin. Now you have company, and you sing little songs to the neverborn, songs of revenge and lullabyes. Now you will never be lonely again.
Roleplaying Tips: You appear to be a very silent young woman, always very polite, but extremely shy. You were raised very strictly, and you are very moralistic, scorning the ways of many of your kindred, not understanding their fight. It is only when you or your baby feeds that you let all restraints go and let the hunger fully consume you. You have become slightly schizophrenic, and treat the face in your belly as what it appears to be: Your little baby girl.
Equipment: Large clothes, toys, a large supply of baby food.
Your earliest childhood memory is that of your father visiting your room, late at night. As a child, you was always very silent and shy, and you didn't do very well at school. Your fathers abuse continued until you reached the sixth grade, when you ran away from home. As a prostitute, you were able to get enough money to get by. You continued this life for years, but on your sixteenth birthday, a black limo pulled up on your corner. You entered, and were taken to a large mansion just outside the city. There you were embraced. As a vampire, you feel strong, and you are able to fight back. You involve yourself very deeply in the struggle to help prostitutes and victims of incest, having seen so many lives ruined.
Roleplaying Tips: You're very loud, and you're very proud. Noone shall mess with you again, and if someone's behaviour pisses you of, you end it. You are fighting wildly to hide your own fear but every day you dream of the horrors that composed your life for so many years.
Equipment: Leather jacket, switchblade, military boots.
You were always Daddy's little girl. He dressed you up in a cute, pink little skirt, and you were always so good. Your grades at school were good (Daddy would hit you pretty hard if they weren't), your gymnastic performances were good (Daddy would laugh at you if they weren't), and your doctorate was good (You wouldn't earn your daddy's respect if it wasn't). You lived your life to fulfill all the goals and desires your father never achieved, you filled it with men's dreams of power and men's objectives. One day, at your office, a woman came to you, because she thought you to be an independent woman, in a position of power. She couldn't have been more wrong, but neither you, nor she, knew that.
Roleplaying tips: You have always lived your life as a reflection of another person's desires and goals. Your father always wanted a son, so you became the best son he could ever have. Your claims of personal freedom are false as your goals of power, and all your ambitions are ultimately a reflection of men's ambitions and goals.
Equipment: Suitcase, suit and tie, sunglasses, rolex watch.