Post by Iota on Jun 4, 2010 16:16:51 GMT -5
The Embrace: Tzimisce rarely Embrace capriciously; choice of childer reflects on the sire, thus Fiends choose only those who they feel have the capacity to improve the clan as a whole. "Brilliance" and "insight" are particularly prized; whether a childe’s brilliance and insight manifest in scientific theory or serial murder is a trifling distinction.
Appearance: As masters of the Vicissitude Discipline, Tzimisce often have striking appearances whether strikingly beautiful or strikingly grotesque depends on the whim of the Fiend in question. Younger Tzimisce, seeking to explore their inhuman natures, perform all manner of body modifications on themselves. Their elders, though, often affect flawless, symmetrical forms; the body is merely a passing useful machine, after all. Tzimisce faces often resemble masks of blank perfection, and the Fiends typically laugh little, though some have been known to chuckle during particularly elaborate experiments.
Havens: Tzimisce are exceedingly private beings, placing great value on the sanctity of the haven. In fact, the clan has an entire series of elaborate protocols based around hospitality. Guests invited into a Fiend’s haven are protected with the host's unlife; trespassers are pursued to the ends of the earth and punished in gruesome and lingering fashion. Surprisingly, Tzimisce havens, or "manses," are not necessarily comfortable or well-kept in the manner of the Ventrue or Toreador dwellings. The amenities of mortals matter little to the Fiends.
Weaknesses: Tzimisce are very territorial, maintaining a particular haven and guarding it ferociously. Whenever a Tzimisce sleeps, she must surround her herself with at least two handfuls of earth from a place important to her as a mortal--perhaps the earth of her birthplace or the graveyard where she underwent her creation rites. Failure to meet this requirement leaves the Tzimisce restless, irritable and weak. This penalty remains until she rests for a full day amid her earth once more.
Appearance: As masters of the Vicissitude Discipline, Tzimisce often have striking appearances whether strikingly beautiful or strikingly grotesque depends on the whim of the Fiend in question. Younger Tzimisce, seeking to explore their inhuman natures, perform all manner of body modifications on themselves. Their elders, though, often affect flawless, symmetrical forms; the body is merely a passing useful machine, after all. Tzimisce faces often resemble masks of blank perfection, and the Fiends typically laugh little, though some have been known to chuckle during particularly elaborate experiments.
Havens: Tzimisce are exceedingly private beings, placing great value on the sanctity of the haven. In fact, the clan has an entire series of elaborate protocols based around hospitality. Guests invited into a Fiend’s haven are protected with the host's unlife; trespassers are pursued to the ends of the earth and punished in gruesome and lingering fashion. Surprisingly, Tzimisce havens, or "manses," are not necessarily comfortable or well-kept in the manner of the Ventrue or Toreador dwellings. The amenities of mortals matter little to the Fiends.
Weaknesses: Tzimisce are very territorial, maintaining a particular haven and guarding it ferociously. Whenever a Tzimisce sleeps, she must surround her herself with at least two handfuls of earth from a place important to her as a mortal--perhaps the earth of her birthplace or the graveyard where she underwent her creation rites. Failure to meet this requirement leaves the Tzimisce restless, irritable and weak. This penalty remains until she rests for a full day amid her earth once more.
