Toreador            The members of this clan are known for their hedonism, though that is a misinterpretation of what they truly are. They are proud and regal Kindred, highly excitable, and they cultivate expensive tastes - but hedonism is going a bit too far. Artists are always so misunderstood. .            The Toreador are the most sophisticated of the clans. They are concerned with beauty in a way no mortal can fathom. They use the rarefied senses and tastes given to them by the Embrace to become as consumed and impassioned as possible. Ideally, to a Toreador, nothing matters as much as beauty, though in many cases the search for beauty is overwhelmed by the search for pleasure, and the Toreador becomes little more than a sensualist.            Like all true artists, they search for a truth beyond an existence they fear to be meaningless. It is that struggle for truth, and ultimately salvation, that has inspired them with what they consider to be their mission - protectors of the genius of the human race. They are truly in love with the vigour and passion of the mortals, and never tire of marvelling at their creations.            The clan as a whole considers its members conservationists; their protectorate consists of the world's greatest artists. They specifically seek out those whom they consider to be the most talented and grant them the boon of immortality, thus preserving their genius against the ravages of ageing and death. They constantly search for new talent and spend a great deal of time deciding whom to preserve and whom to leave to their fate. Among the Toreador are some of the greatest musicians and artists who ever lived.            The greatest weakness of the Toreador is their sensitivity to beauty. They so reflexively surround themselves with elegance and luxury that they often lose themselves in the endless pursuit of vice after vice. Some among this clan become concerned with nothing but their own continued pleasure - the reputation of the entire clan is affected by their excesses.           Nickname: Degenerates           Appearance: The members of this clan are usually good-looking. They always dress in the very latest fashions from the most expensive stores. Of all the Kindred, only the Toreador manage (or bother) to keep up with the ever-changing panoply of human fashion.           Haven: They often live in luxury condos or apartments near the centre of the city, as close to the action as possible.           Background: They pride themselves on only selecting the most exemplary members of human society for initiation into their clan. Most members were artists or musicians, and many continue their artistic pursuits in undeath.           Character Creation: Toreador often have entertainer or dilettante concepts. They have flamboyant Demeanours, but may have very unique Natures. Social Attributes are primary, as are Skills. Normal Background Traits include Fame, Resources and Retainers.           Clan Disciplines: Auspex, Celerity, Presence.           Weaknesses: The members of this clan, are as much prisoners of their artistic vision and sensitivity as they are its beneficiaries. They are often overcome by the beauty they see around them, and become immobilised with fascination. Such things as paintings neon signs, or even sunrises can captivate them, Some times the Toreador will stand, awed and helpless, for minutes or even hours. This trait explains why Toreador so often fall in love with mortals, And get toasted at sunrise.           Organisation: The members of this clan meet frequently, though these gatheringsare more social occasions than councils. In times of great urgency, they become united and ferociously active, but typically they are too apathetic to be much of a force.           Stereotypes:           Nosferatu - These loathsome beasts ought to have been expelled from the Camarilla long ago. They hate all beauty and despise us for ours.           Tremere - Honesty is not a word we associate with this clan, we respect them for there dedication.           Ventrue - The patricians of our kind, the Ventrue are the only ones with the refinement to appreciate art, though not as we do.           Brujah - They have little respect for the accomplishments of civilisation, but they do understand the virtue of change.           Gangrel - We don't claim to understand them. Are they Kindred at all?           Malkavian - Though chaos can be beautiful, it would be a difficult life.           Assamite - There is beauty in what they do, make no mistake, but it is a beauty best observed from a distance.           Followers of set (SETITES) - It is inevitable, of course, that persons of Epicurean refinement will in the course of eternity engage in dealings with those of ... unsavoury character. Record well any transactions made, and repay all fevers promptly.           Giovanni - They dress splendidly and are charmingly mannered. Why, then do they frighten me so?           Lasombra - Their Miltonian conceit is dreadfully provocative, or provocatively dreadful, but they take it al so seriously.           Ravnos - The subject of many delightful stories - well, delightful so long as one does not also feature in the tale.           Tzimisce --To experience this clan's alien fruits would be almost worth the price. Remember well that "almost," dear.           Caitiff - Really. Who let them in?           Camarilla - Through its auspices may Kindred and kine harmoniously coexist, each benefiting from the other's presence.           Sabbat - Why would 1 wish to spend eternity wallowing in gore?           Sect: Most Toreador are in the Camarilla, as only that august organisation promotes "culture" and allows the Toreador to live among the mortals they so favour. Those in the Sabbat pursue bizarre "artistic" pastimes, such as torture and blood-painting, or are the rulers of the most decadent underground movements.           Bloodlines: Toreador put a fair degree of stock in line a vampire fortunate enough to descend from a favoured sire is lavished with adoration (to her face, anyway), while childer of a sire "on the cuts" suffer social humiliation. Few of these lines deviate from the main clan in any significant way. The Toreador antitribu of the Sabbat are a notable exception, for they take equal aesthetic delight in great beauty or great ugliness.           Quote: I remember my first love, a beautiful woman with a silver laugh. For nine years we were constant companions, but in the end I had to let her go. She begged me to take her but I could not. You may call me cruel, but in the end I realised she was not a true artist, but an imitator. She was unworthy. I don't think I have ever recovered.