"Enter freely and of your own will..."
Fiends, shapers, villains. This clan has long been feared and hated for its vile practices. They, however, see themselves as true predators,
far removed from the struggling masses. To them torture is a form of poetic expression, fleshcrafting, an almost sacred process
that none outside of the clan can ever hope to fully comprehend.
By pushing the envelope of experimentation/research, they sharpen their awareness of themselves and of their role in the World of Darkness. If their efforts
are not appreciated by the ignorant, mis-guided Kindred of the other clans, then so be it. The Tzimisces accept their vampiric natures and will not be stifled
by close-minded and fearful outsiders...
Moloch
Created by Anthony Medeiros
"Moloch" had always been a curious child. As a teenager he was drawn to the darkest imagery
and symbolism in all things (music, art, religion, etc.). In his late teens his exploration of the
unknown became more serious and he travelled from place to place in pursuit of dark, arcane secrets.
During his journeys he found a soul mate in a beautiful young woman who called herself "Lilith".
Together they sought out the hidden heart of darkness wherever and whenever they could. Ultimately
the two were seperated. Moloch left her in New Orleans to meet with a contact in Sabbat controlled New York.
A Sabbat pack invited him to participate in their various rites. He revelled in the dark majesty of their
disturbing ceremonies.
Not long after his willing Embrace, he proved quite adept at the Ritae of this sect and became pack priest.
Despite the respect he had gained from this, his affiliations outside of the Sabbat made some nervous (particularly
Zamar, a Black Hand agent). (Moloch's friends/allies included Quinn, a satanic, occult supply dealer and Kh'ulluh,
a Black Spiral Theurge.) When Zamar learned of these connections (as well as Moloch's mysterious ability to summon
and bind spirits and demons), he warned the pack that Moloch was probably an Infernalist. Aware of his pack's
suspicions, despite his loyalty to them, Moloch realized he had to leave (but not before silencing those who most
suspected his "Diabolism").
Now Moloch roams the World of Darkness as an unaligned Cainite. He rarely uses his special summoning
abilities for fear of drawing undue attention to himself. For now he bides his time and watches for opportunities to
further his personal power and to gain new occult knowledge.
Jessica LaCarniceria, Childe of Moloch
Created by Dust Cosmos
Born in the squalor of Jersey City to white-trash, welfare-cheating parents, Jessica learned
contempt for mankind at a very early age. She was the terror of neighborhood pets,
having little compassion for life. She instead derived pleasure over her ability to take it.
Despite her diminutive stature, her inhuman streak was already infamous around the
schoolyard. Thus, few dared to bother with Jessica, which contributed to her belief of her
place on the food chain.
When adolescence struck, her efforts to transcend her ordinary reality began in
earnest. She took every avenue of escape from humankind she could find; but she knew
punk rock, spiteful misbehavior and hard drug use were barely scratching the surface.
Prostitution provided a mildly satisfying sense of disassociation, but even being a
domina couldn't distance herself far enough above the sheep.
Ultimately, it was NYC's various crime syndics that would shape her destiny. Jessica
had been an consummate gopher/working girl/cleaner/businessperson for her criminal
colleagues, so for her eighteenth birthday, they gave her the run of her own body
alteration shop in Jersey City. She thrived, finally having the opportunity to preach the
word of the needle... first hand. It was during this time she began to make "friends."
Certain clientele would disclose to her their antipathy, and others were empathic to
her feelings of supremacy over the humans. Once Jessica had been drawn out, it took her
acquaintances no time at all to usher her into the darker reaches of the supernatural
milieu. Her criminal life fused quickly with her newfound interest in the occult. Her
tattoo/piercing parlor expanded all too readily to include a torture chamber/film studio.
Jessica blossomed, having found an autonomy that utterly dissolved all doubt that she
was born to be a predator of the weak and infirm.
One night, a patron came in who was of a different distinction. She had dealt w/ the
little malcontents, (unhappy with the realization of their sorry human state), the
unenlightened bulls who got off on inflicting pain (but were just as lost in their own
humanity) and even the occasional carnivore (but even cows could be made to stampede
one another). This man, however was more than a ridiculous, mewling punk, here Jessica
thought, was a being who sat on a high place in the cosmic food chain, finally, someone
who could comprehend the true nature of a predator. She didn't know the half of it...
Tzimisces watching Star Trek!?
Thanks to "Deadie Eddie" for this submission!
The fiendish Rahbatz once crafted one fellow's head to resemble the USS Enterprise (D,
I presume) and another guy's head to resemble a Borg vessel. He/She then Dominated the two
to enact a space battle. Pretty twisted!
Submit...- your Tzimisces characters for comparison.
- your szlachta for inspection.
- your fiendish tales of Tzimisces-ness.
- your cleverest, most original uses/methods of Vicissitude, rituals and aspirations!
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