By Damien Moore (int907a@lindblat.cc.monash.edu.au) (25 June 93)
The Gaerini have always been a small bloodline, and were never major players in any of the vampire societies. They prefered to keep to themselves, or in very small groups, like isolated fishing villages.
The Gaerini were originally from the south of France. Their progenitor was a Gangrel who had spent her entire life by the sea, using her powers of shape-shifting in new ways, untried by her kin. She Embraced a young fisherman and sailor, who, once he was Embraced, did not have the traditional Gangrel powers of Fortitude, Animalism and Protean. At first she thought that she had spawned a Caitiff, and was disappointed that her blood had run so thin.
But after some time of observing her Progeny, she realised that his powers were not so much a manifestation of hers, but a manifestation of her desires. The young man had the quickness of the sea, its illusory qualities, once the preserve of her Cousins, the Ravnos only, and a strange ability similar to her Protean, but adapted for an aquatic mode.
They are often asked before they are Sired, and the Bloodline has a number of 'Recruiters' that travel the world looking for members. These recruiters invariably have Dominate 3 in addition to the Gaerini disciplines, to erase the memories of those who refuse the Embrace.
Gangrel: Our Kindred, and our Sires. We have been given much from them and they from us.
"The Gaerini? I have met but one, and recognised the resemblance between our Clans; but they have strayed into strange waters indeed."
Nosferatu: They share much with us, but we have sailed beyond their more limited outlook.
"Those guys are wierd. It's like someone melted a Gangrel, Toreador and a Ravnos together, and it became something new..."
Tremere: Trust them not. They have some of our power and would destroy us all so as not to remind themselves that they cannot have it all.
"Gaerini? A myth, spawned by a Gangrel who had stolen some of our secrets. They do not exist.... why do you ask? Have you seen her?"
Ventrue: We have little in common with them. They lead where we do not travel.
"Gaerini? Never heard of them."
Toreador: These hedonists are very amusing. They live their unlife boisterously, with relish -- yet we have some in common.
"Gaerini? Wasn't he a Renaissance painter?"
Brujah: Rebels without a clue. They rebel against all without thought. We simply flow out of their way.
"Gaerini... um, yeah man, I met one of these guys, he was trying to talk to some fish or something. Strange, just like a Gangrel, but more wet, if that were possible."
Malkavian: These Kindred are sheer chaos. They ebb and flow with no apparent pattern. But underneath this chaos lurks something that we have not seen all.
"Gaerini, yes, a fine fisherman, he gave me a fish once, a fine fish. Named it Eric. Don't know why."
Ravnos: They cluster where we spread -- but we share more than their illusions.
"Gaerini -- some of Gangrel cousins stole our tricks, and use them to confound each other. They're no fun to fool with, they just wait until you're gone.
Assamites: Beware! If you see one of these Kindred, just leave! Don't worry about Havens, or possessions, just go!
"Who?"
Setites: They are disgusting. Foil them where you can.
"Who?"