By Matt Manning (NSG REAPER@aol.com) with help from Todd Cole(imapepper@earthlink.com)
In Europe during the time of the Sabbat-Camarilla war, some of the oldest Sabbat members, the leaders of the sect knew they were losing a war that could cost them their very existence. The elders knew that they needed to do something and do it quickly or their ashes would be scattered to the winds. They decided to make a new race of ultimate vampires that would faithfully serve them and destroy the Camarilla.
The elders, although in a hurry, searched meticulously for the perfect kine to transform into the new vampire. After many weeks of searching Clan Tzimisce announced they had found the perfect mortal. Vladimir Grimtor of a minor noble family in Romania was their choice. Vladimir was a warrior without peer; he cut down his enemies without hesitation or remorse. The elders of the sect said that this was the one and with his embrace would come their victory over the Camarilla. The two most powerful clans in the sect, Clan Tzimisce and Clan Lasombra, would join to embrace Vladimir Grimtor. Though to the elders that was not good enough; he had to be absolutely invincible and loyal too. The Tzimisce, their founder being a mage before his embrace, were skilled in arcane arts or at least more so than other clans. They decided that a ritual cast at the time of his embrace would increase the power that flowed through him and make him one of the most deadly beings on the face of the earth. He was captured and on the night the Tzimisce chose they began the ritual. For three days it went on with the steady sound of chanting emanating from the great castle that the embrace was being held in. When it was complete and Vladimir was given the blood of the elders they found out how a mortal could kill so easily and ruthlessly. The demon Malakrite nestled inside his host burst forth and howled with agony; the disruption of the ritual changed Vladimir Grimtor into something the Sabbat elders would regret having ever made. Yes, they regreted it for about five minutes, then their unlives ended and their souls eroded from the pain they experienced as their bodies were ripped apart. And so was created Clan Grimtor. Vladimir Grimtor fought Malakrite night after night for control of his mind, soul, and body until he finally won at the cost of his heart. Though the taint of his demon corrupted soul was passed on to his progeny.
By now I know you are saying these guys suck look at all those weaknesses well heres the good part. First, they cannot be Dominated period, presence dosen't work either, they do not Rotschreck. They do however Frenzy. Obviously they cannot be staked, which is a definite plus. The same aura that makes people avoid them makes them afraid too, they get a +2 to intimidation rolls. This strength is their real claim to fame; they can fight demons not normally but in the Umbra; if a demon of some sort is in the Umbra the Grimtor can track it down with his heart/talisman and enter the Umbra using his powers of Malakritus to use the demon inside as a portal to the Umbra. They can use all their disciplines normally in the Umbra. The only advantage they get is being able to get into the Umbra they have to kill the demon themselves. They can only enter the umbra to fight demons. No other time just when a demon is near. Once they kill the demon they absorb the essence into the heart, which allows it to have a larger area of tracking. The more demons in it the longer away a Grimtor can find demons. For each demon trapped, the player may gain a level of Malakritus with a reduced experience cost at 2x the current level. The experience cost must be paid at the time that the Grimtor traps the demon. You can have more demons trapped than your generation; you just can't get the level up in Malakritus. (Storytellers use your discretion on what exactly a demon is thats for you to decide or create.)
Brujah: These guys are always whining about something; maybe if I closed off their lips.
New Cappadocians: They are going to spend their whole unlives wondering about the secrets of death when they could know all they need to by killing.
Gangrel: If I see a dog I shoot it. Guess what I do when I see a Gangrel.
Giovanni: They spend too much time talking to the dead. They might end up that way if they are not careful.
Lasombra: Our founder was embraced partly by them, cold and powerhungry, but with no real vision.
Malkavians: Clowns *sound of pistol being cocked*
Nosferatu: They know what pain is they have tasted it; unfortunately it didn't make them any stronger.
Ravnos: These are about as worthless as the Malkavian clowns, yet, more annoying.
Samedi: Like the Cappadocians, too obssesed with death to know that its true secret is causing it, and relishing the fact that you can.
Setites: They play at being true evil. In reality they do not even no what the word means.
Toreador: HA! You think Da Vinci gives a damn who likes his paintings? He's dead, and besides material beauty is worthless. It all fades away.
Tremere: They better watch out. Some people can't be manipulated and might not like the attempt.
Tzimisce: The only ones that know part of the truth, but death is not an experiment they are close but not yet there.
Ventrue: Who gives a damn; let them play in kine affairs.
Werewolves: Religious fanatics, nothing more.
Magi: They have no idea how little they know, they pride themselves on their vast knowledge but not one has a clue.
Faeries: *laughing* They, they . . . *more laughing* remind me of a cartoon show I used to watch when I was a kine.
Mummies: Ahh, they have met death and returned I wish I knew more about them.
Wraiths: These are the souls that have found true knowledge most know and regret their mistake; killing is life and those who do not kill, die.
Camarilla: They aren't vampires; they are humans with fangs.
Sabbat: Our Mothers and Fathers are from this sect; when I was a kine I killed my mother and father.
Inconnu: Watching does nothing.