The Malkavian Viewpoint
"So, who are "we"? Let's start with the word itself: we. It's a label, hung
onto a group of individuals by those who want to classify, dissect, lump
and own. "We" don't exist, unless they win ("they" are real, by the desire
to name others). Control, stratification, clarification, certainty: resist
the power of rigidity and be strong."
"They say we're insane; probably. They say we're jokers and pranksters; not
bloody likely. They say we're wacky children who play with toys; these are
the lies they tell themselves so they aren't afraid. Insane? Yes. Bloody
jokers? More likely than not. Children? Like the Menendez brothers or
Lizzie Borden. Toys? Oh, yes..... toys. Metal, brass, flammables,
explosives, flesh, and red, runny toys that squish when they break.
"The Camarilla is the supernatural apex of a worldwide conspiracy that
started before the fall of Rome. It was carried by its secret masters into
Judea; the carpenter's son was just another pawn. The fall of the Templars,
the death of the mystical worldview, the rise of the bourgeoisie, the
French Revolution, steam, the unnatural geography of Washington DC, the
death of Kennedy, flouridated water and late night talk shows; these are
all tools of the international consortium whose ultimate goal is one world
government and domination of the masses from afar. Do not underestimate
them; they know you have read this."
Brujah - "The Brouhahahaha wear leather, burn things, shout slogans, and fight
amongst themselves; they're lots of fun to have at parties. They cry for
equality but live in a natural state of savagery and brutality; people
call us crazy? They make cool friends, so long as you don't actually call
them on their contradictions. They kick ass, so if you're not a friend, be
Gangrel - "Oh, I love little doggies. When I was five, my mommie gave me the cutest
little fluffy doggy with the biggest, sweetest brown eyes. I loved him. But
little doggy only loved me part of the time. I had to hold him tight, and
never let him go, because the bad men would get little doggie. But it got
harder to hold him. Every day there was less of little doggie to hold. One
day, there was only his sweet face, but them mommie found him and sent him
away to doggie heaven. I never forgave her for that. Now she's in heaven,
too. Would you be my little doggie now?"
Nosferatu - "... and thus, by showing the outward signs of their moral degeneracy, the
Nosferatu serves as a cautionary beacon to the rest of us. We must guard
tightly against any bestial recidivism, and be pure in our claim to the
title of most worthy of all creatures, the true masters of all we can
imagine. We must keep the Nosferatu close, and honor them, for they are the
sign that reads, "Be not like us, lest you become us"."
Toreador - "I never liked popular people. The cool, rich, beautiful and talented that
were on all the shows. People said it wasn't real, that people like that
don't exist. Well, they do. Toreador. Tori-a-door. Weird, but people like
that in them... they call me names when I say the walls talk to me, but if
some rich bitch in a Halston dress says it, everyone applauds. They're the
cheerleaders, the student council presidents, the homecoming queens, the
beatniks, the trendy artists; I hate them all."
Tremere - "Suffer not a witch to live. Which witch? Witchcraft kraftwerk, spooky ooky
family, big house with bats and wings and weird things in the basement.
Bubble, bubble, blood fire and trouble, how does your garden grow? Little
rosies, pickled posies, pretty maids all in a row. Broken mirror, over
your shoulder, run from them, if you would be older."
Ventrue - "Blue blood? I haven't had the chance to find out for sure, yet. The kings
would rather be in their counting house, counting out their money. Instead,
they are the little man behind the curtain; don't be the flaming skull.
Slow and cool, like glaciers; plenty of time to get out of their way, but
if you don't, you're ground into gravel."
The Caitiff - Oh, little lost lamb, where is your home? Am I Mary, not contrary, or the
prodigal son? Do you stay, or should you run? Oh, little lamb, what hand,
what blood made thee? In the darkness of the night, you do not burn, but
hide in fright. "
If you are interested in learning more about the Malkavian Clan, go straight to the source
with White Wolf's Clanbook: Malkavian.
The Malkavian Clan Novel was interesting once you get past the first few chapters. Many of the early plot elements were
tied up and several questions were answered. The figure of Anatole, the prophet of Gehenna is one of
the best realized Malkavians to come out of White Wolf literature.