From left to right:
The Honorable Alberto Bettencourt Santos, Tremere Neonate
The Honorable Herschel, Tremere Neonate
The Clan
Of all the vampire clans, the Tremere may have the most shadowed history. Long ago, the Tremere were not vampires, but powerful mortal sorcerers, specializing in hermetic magic. Through vicious cunning and powerful ambition, they joined the society of immortal undead. Even in modern nights, Tremere are the undisputed masters of blood sorcery, keeping their secrets close and staunchly guarded. Their numerous successes have gained the Tremere many bitter enemies. Their legacy is one of occult power wielded by political acumen, and they are dangerous in the extreme.
The Tremere demand respect above all else — both from other vampires, and within their own clan.
Over the centuries, no clan has committed such terrible atrocities as the Tremere. Dark deals, horrific experiments, and vile betrayals stain their reputation. Yet the Tremere continue to hold power, based primarily on strong alliances with other clans and the leverage of their magic. Those who turn against the Tremere lose access to their occult gifts and Thaumaturgical skill. A sorcerous ally can be a powerful boon.
Wizards left their black robes and tall staves in the Middle Ages; instead, the Tremere have adopted a strict, businesslike mien as is appropriate to modern nights. Conservative suits, prim dresses and upscale accoutrements have replaced top hats and canes, as the image of occult mastery adapts with each passing age.
Stereotypes
Assamite: They show signs of being able to subvert our rituals, so the time to tolerate them has expired.
Brujah: Hubris and a lack of self-discipline have laid low the Clan of warrior-poets.
Followers of Set: We pursue the secrets of the world and they pursue the secrets in its dark places.
When too many know, secrets are no longer secrets.
Gangrel: Theirs is a simple but formidable power.
Fortunately, their blood is as susceptible to mastery as that of all Kindred.
Giovanni: Their clumsy understanding of the secret ways will shackle them to empty ritual rather than set them free to work their wills.
Lasombra: A once-accomplished lineage dragged into the muck by foul associations.
Malkavian: Once we can synthesize their stochastic perception, the Kindred will no longer have to brook their disruptive caprice.
Nosferatu: Those involuntarily placed outside the system can prove fruitful allies or accomplices.
Ravnos: Disorder sows its own punishments, yet I am happy to expedite those results.
Toreador: Form follows function, which makes the ongoing prominence of these self-worshipers such a dispiriting enigma.
Tzimisce: Peel away the rot and idolatry and all that’s left is the carcass of outmoded mummery.
Ventrue: Caesar shall have his due, and to our benefit, his love of lucre blinds him to true power.
Caitiff: As Vesalius gathered his cadavers, so do we solicit volunteers in the understanding of our sciences.
Camarilla: A sundered house still offers shelter.
Sabbat: They do not understand their own ends, and damn themselves thus.
Anarchs: In the absence of structure, autarchy yields only the brutishness of lesser Kindred.
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