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Toreador - Artists and lovers of art, the Clan of the Rose endeavours to keep the creations of humanity protected from the endless Jyhad waged by the Kindred.
I'm not as think as you drunk I am, occifer. I've never felt so good in your wife!
- ArsenicAngel
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Assamite - The Assassins have broken the magical fetters placed upon them by the Tremere, and are now more vicious and bloodthirsty than ever. Schismatic and dangerous, they are a wild card in the ages-old Jyhad

I was kind of hoping for Malkavian or Gangrel or Malkavian, although...
Was I just here?
- Mercurygriffin
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Malkavian
In the singing, shattered midnight
By the coral sands of time
Through the bloody gates of heaven
Past the sentries in my mind
Bring about the change so quickly
Bring about the terror's night
Bring about tbe blood of lovers
Bring about the smell of fright
I see you watching where I walk
Through the moonlit jasmine field
Listen closely as I talk
About the stars and their lovers past
Past fields of poppies burning bright
Into towers of Blackened Bone
Follow me, Bastard of Caine,
Come with me. I have no home.
As I drain your life's blood sweetly
As you sigh into my warm hands
As I suck your madness neatly
Streaming down like crimson bands
I dance the dance of the fool
And pray you find me mad
For if you lay hands upon the root
You'll know me, without illusion
And find me guilty of the truth
The link didn't work so I posted this.

In the singing, shattered midnight
By the coral sands of time
Through the bloody gates of heaven
Past the sentries in my mind
Bring about the change so quickly
Bring about the terror's night
Bring about tbe blood of lovers
Bring about the smell of fright
I see you watching where I walk
Through the moonlit jasmine field
Listen closely as I talk
About the stars and their lovers past
Past fields of poppies burning bright
Into towers of Blackened Bone
Follow me, Bastard of Caine,
Come with me. I have no home.
As I drain your life's blood sweetly
As you sigh into my warm hands
As I suck your madness neatly
Streaming down like crimson bands
I dance the dance of the fool
And pray you find me mad
For if you lay hands upon the root
You'll know me, without illusion
And find me guilty of the truth
The link didn't work so I posted this.
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