Quagmirs

by Hastur the 7th

The Quagmir is a clan of kindred, like the nosferatu, that cannot show themselves too humanity. There founder. Unknown too this day, diablerized a vampire elder. The prince of the city, a malkavian, ordered the vampire bound and tossed into a nearby swamp. After a few days in the swamp, the vampire pulled himself from the slimy mess. But he had become a hideous, slime drenched corpse! Horrified by the change, he went and killed the prince and went on a murderous rampage. Creating other vampires of kind. The lower generations look more human like. But they still stink.

Nickname: swamp things.

Sect: Quagmirs exclusively inhabit the sabbat. A lot of bad blood exists between the quagmir and the malkavians. For obvious reasons.

Appearance: Quagmirs of generation 8 or less look like bad smelling slime drenched corpses. Quagmir of lower generation look like normal people except they have green hair and rotten teeth. Both types smell bad.

Haven: as one would guess. Quagmir prefer swamps, sewers, toxic waste dumps and landfills as havens, these places help hide their terrible stench.

Backgrounds: most quagmir are outcasts and shiftless bum’s, a few are rich people that offer their elders a lucrative lifestyle for a time.

Char creation: most quagmir have high strength. Almost none have high social attributes. Common backgrounds include herd, mentor, and resources.

Clan disciplines: potence, dominate, vicssitude

Weakness: all quagmir of 8t generation or higher have an appearance of zero. No quagmir has any social attribute above three. All quagmir automatically botch seduction roles due too there smell.

Organization: all quagmir are lone wolves. They abandon their childer upon embracing them. Leaving them too fend for themselves.

Bloodlines: a small group of these wretched vampires live in the camarilla, but these are few and far between.

Quote: whew! What’s that smell? Oh wait, it’s only me! Hahaha!

Stereotypes

Assamite: there are advantages too smelling like shit. Remember that.

"I am not touching that one!"

Brujah: don’t push me buddy! Ill kick your ass

"Get your smelly fuckin ass outta my haven!"

Followers of set: something here stinks worse than even we do!

" How sad, they so want too fit in, and what applications this has…."

Gangrel: we don’t share havens, so our paths don’t cross often.

"Quagmirs? What the hell is a quagmir?"

Giovanni: look at them, they aren’t the only ones with money you know

"If you’re so damn rich, then you can afford a bath!"

Lasombra: they’re our bosses. They accept us.

"Their idiots. But they do good work. I like em!"

Malkavians: they are the sick bastards that did this too us. We will make them pay!

"Yeah, we got one thing too say too that: DINGLE KNOCKER! HAHAHAHA!

Nosferatu: our brothers. They know the pain of ugliness and bad smelling.

"We feel your pain. Come visit anytime!"

Ravnos: illusionists. Bet even they cant cover this smell up!

"Ill say! Phew! What died in here?"

Toreador: how beautiful, how happy they must be, how I envy them.

"You have a lot too envy. Now please go wash up!"

Tzimisce: their pissed because we know there flesh crafting skills.

"We will find out who taught them too you. Then you will pay."

Tremere: gee, people hate you more than us! What is up with that?

"I thought I told you too leave."

Ventrue: damn Richies. Let this happen too us.

"Why do you blame us. It’s your own fault your clan is like this!

Caitiff: they don’t smell! That’s just not fair!

Camarilla: its there fault this happened! Why did they let this happen!

Sabbat: Bunch of crazies, but at least they don’t turn us away. Unlike some people!

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