By Tyree Quincan Kimber (caius@ksu.ksu.edu) (15 May 1996)
Originating in Japan, the Shura Bloodline is a band of restless and battered souls. They know not of their origins and don't seem to care much. What they do care about appears only to be the spread of death and pain, at least that's how it appears in the eyes of the few Occidental Kindred who have encountered them. In reality their objectives run much deeper.
The Shura has been a part of Japanese myth for centuries and the strong belief in Shintoim and Buddhism creates a minimal need for a masquerade in their home country. In legend, Shuras were angry spirits of warriors slain on the battlefield who howled through the sky at night in search of old enemies and new victims to torment. The truth is pretty much the same, but the Shuras are not spirits. They are in fact vampires, but vampires whose grip on the material world is tennous at best.
Shura packs embrace only those who have died in battle or at the very least, a violent death. The bloodline fell on hard times during the three hundred years peace of the Edo period, but following the Meiji Restoration began to pick up steam again. These demonic Kindred revelled in the violence of World War Two, producing a Shura population explosion never before equalled. Now as Gehenna approaches and war races across the face of the World of Darkness the Shuras bask in the endless bloodbath which they sustain for their ultimate subjugation of mankind.
Additionally, the insubstantiality created by the clan's combination of the Fu'shin and Obtenebrate Disciplines often leaves a Shura with the feeling that it is a complete monster bearing no semblance whatsoever with its human self and bitterness at its condition feeds its endless rage.
Although the advanced surveillance and detection involved in much of contemporary warfare has forced the Shuras to employ far more stealth in their operations, they may still be found wherever wars are fought. They believe that their condition is indeed a curse and many a Shura sees himself as an avenging angel of sorts, enternally damning those who revelled in or sought to gain profit by means of killing to an existence of nightly strife and torment. However, they also recoginze the potential power offered by the vampiric existence and to do everything they can to increase their personal power. So runs the twisted karma of a Shura...
The fact that the Shuras are a ravenous and potentially very dangerous lot cannot be denied, but their great weakness lies in their disorganization. Shura constantly fight one another and a chance meeting between two rival packs nearly always results in a fight to the death regardless of time, place or circumstances. The bloodline's recent experiments with embracing gang members of American inner-city areas has only exacerbated this attririon rate. Nevertheless, these Asian kindred have begun to draw considerable attention from the Sabbat with whom they share much in common. Loyalty to the sect overcomes individual concerns in the end and Sabbat Shura never fight one another under any circumstances.
Status is awarded chiefly by means of expanding the domain of the Shuras as well as by defeating rival packs, warbands and other supernaturals in honorable combat. Interestingly, many Shura rivalries are an extension of conflicts from the rival packs' breathing days but most are mearly the machinations of Elders in an attempt to destroy one another. In short, typical Jyhad.
The Camarilla: Typical of those not of Japan, they are ruled by their emotions and lack any sense of honor.
Tremere: Although they side with the fools of the Camarilla, we respect them. At least they have tried to make an effort to understand us and our culture. Their sorcery makes them easily the most powerful of the Western clans but also the most dangerous.
"Such ill-tempered little scrappers. They will be a great boon to the Camarilla once we find out how to bait them."
The Sabbat: These seem to be the only Kindred who understand what it means to live and die as a warrior. When they are victorious we shall stand together and revel in our enemies' blood.
"Monsters we are, monsters they always shall be."
Assamite: They appreciate power and destroy their enemies by fooling them into handing them the power they desire in return for petty services. These warriors have taken the bad situation in which the Camarilla entrapped them and made the best of it. If they were to reunite with their more unrestrained breathren of the Sabbat then all Kindred would tremble at the mention of their name.
"Angry dead more ghost than vampire. They are more uncontrolled than the Brujah, but I would think twice before agreeing to a contract against one. After all, how does one kill a ghost?"
Giovanni: I look forward to watching them die, they who are so confident.
"Asian streetpunks throwin' lightning bolts, huh. Let's see them try it in my city." (sound of shotgun being cocked)
Setite: They think their demon god will bring so much power when he awakens. They think that even in the face of all their enemies they can still win. When I fought against the Chinese in Nanking I too felt the same. A few years later my country lay in ruins. So it will be with these poor dishonorables.
"Let me taste you, storm-child. Let me show you how easily I fall!"
Ravnos: Thieves and worthless in a fight. I know. I kill them all the time.
"Oh, you're gonna kick my ass? Oh Shura are! Narf!"
Kares: They were destroyed long ago. They are of no consequence.
"Destroyed, huh? Give my regards to Bruce Lee, pal!" (claws spring from fingers.)
Wessynix: Some are called to be priests of nature and that is good. Our struggle is not against them.
"Who?"
Salubri: The Tremere war against them, but I hear tell that they make incredible allies. They alone seem to understand the secret of releasing us all from this damnable hell of a living death. More power to them if they survive. Considering the centuries it's taken to exterminate them, I think there are more than the Tremere believe.
"An army of puppets who live on their knees before the Beast. Minister unto them, my children. Their pain is great. Those who crave redemption the most are sometimes those who acknowledge it the least."