By Brian Connors (connorbd@bc.edu) (13 April 1996)
The Chosen are a conservative group, apparently affected by a fair amount of Brujah blood that nobody can track down. Their founding members developed a contempt for the Camarilla's restrictiveness, which they felt denied their right to be Malkavians. The Sabbat held nothing for them as well; the Malkavians who joined the Sabbat only became dangerous as well as insane. The Chosen hold on to an older ideal; their clan seems to have some organization, but it is of the self-appointed variety that was common in the pre-Camarilla years. Those with influence choose fantastic titles such as Nabob, Epopt, and Assistant Vice President in charge of Marketing (there are at least three Chosen with that title in the Anarch Free States).
The group is based in Copenhagen. Its founder, a 6th-generation vampire known only by the name Hamlet, lives there, in an abandoned stretch of Nosferatu warrens. They have few prominent members; the British Malkavian Prince of Boston, Arthur King, is known to be a late-1700s defector from the bloodline, and there are two Chosen with considerable influence among mortals in South Africa, but they are the exceptions.
Assamites: A bit bitter for my tastes. They've been carrying a grudge against the Tremere for far too long.
Brujah: The anarchs among them are friends of ours. The rest are too weak because of their fighting amongst themselves.
Followers of Set: Knowing what they stand for, I find it hard to believe they are truly sincere about it. It will be their downfall eventually.
Gangrel: Leave them alone. They will eventually join us in madness.
Giovanni: We warned Cappadocius of what would happen to he and his childer. These manipulators gave them what they asked for.
Lasombra: They revel so much in their own darkness even light doesn't play fair around them. How can they possibly be sane after so many centuries?
Malkavian antitribu: Sacrifice all the power you have to become a pawn. Sounds like a winning strategy to me. Hell, they deserve what they get.
Nosferatu: Honesty is a virtue among them, but they are fooling themselves if they truly feel that they are not a tribe of anarchs as a whole. If they gave up the pretenses they hold of sect membership, we could once again respect them.
Ravnos: The games we play with them (and they with us) are endlessly entertaining. But they still fail to grasp the liberation of weirdness.
Toreador: I suppose you can come to admire an obsession. But it's not as liberating as, say, manic depression.
Tremere: They don't yet know how weak they are. But when Gehenna comes, they will know.
Tzimisce: They are the true freakshow in the world of the Kindred. Their power will only mark them as that much tastier to the Antediluvians.
Ventrue: These relics are the cause of all of our problems. They are mistaken if they feel that they can truly remove themselves from the Jyhad.
Camarilla: We honor the Traditions and nothing else. They have tried to deny us our identity, and we shall never acknowledge them as long as it continues.
"They don't really recognize the damage they do to all Kindred holding onto their old ways. They could be our undoing."
Sabbat: Bloodletting and tradition are always a dangerous mix. Deflate them when you can, avoid them if you must.
"What is so different about us? We have given up nothing that they have kept."
Inconnu: They are not among us, therefore they are not part of us. It is good for them they keep out of our business, as they would only get in the way.
"Such as these among the anarchs is not strictly a danger, but it still bears watching."
Anarchs: We are of like mind and blood. The slight degree to which we worry them is made up for in our value to them.
"They are reliable and practical. The freakishness is just gravy."