                                    SIDHE



   By Spider

   Originated somewhere in the British Isles, the Sidhe are a clan
   exclusively comprised of female vampires. Excruciatingly beautiful
   ones, usually. They are clever, shrewd manipulators, and are very
   talented at gaining power through the use of others.

    Founded by Siobahn, a fifth generation Caitiff by origin, the clan
   maintains a "harmless" front, while working machinations devious
   enough to be worthy of any rival clans' loftiest schemes. This is a
   rarely proven but often discussed fact. This, combined with the
   Sidhe's rule of feeding only on men, but embracing only women, has
   created some amount of enmity for them among the Tremere in general,
   and, specifically, all traditionalistic male vampires.

   Background: All members of the Sidhe are women. Most of them must have
   displayed some manipulative skills in life to have been noticed by
   their sires, and all but an incredibly small minority are disarmingly
   attractive. They are generally of an upper class origin.

   Disciplines: Dominate, Presence, Auspex

   Weaknesses: All feeding is restricted to males. Any member of the
   Sidhe who feeds freely on or kills women is punished, and sometimes
   even ostracized or ejected from the clan if the offense continues.

   The Sidhe are very tightly knit, with a "family" atmosphere, and are
   very often willing to go to great lengths to help one another out.
   They always have a hidden agenda, and never reveal their true motives
   to clan outsiders. They act like Toreadors, but they think like
   Ravnos. They are perhaps the most successfully devious vampire clan in
   existence, not because of their rate of achievement, but more aptly
   because of their tendency to escape all blame for their actions.

   Clan Prestige is gained when an individual helps to gain power for the
   Sidhe in any area. There are no official other ways to gain status
   within the clan, although most members are very vain, and do put some
   emphasis on beauty. If a member of the clan becomes ugly for any
   reason, they are treated with less respect, because they have lost
   what is considered to be their clan's greatest weapon.

   The clan has petitioned for acceptance into the Camarilla, seeking the
   relative safety that lies within it's folds, and are meeting only some
   resistance. They have strong footholds of support among the Toreador,
   Brujah, and Ventrue.

   Clan Stereotypes:

   What others think of them:

   Brujah: They might seem pretty frail, but there's some nasty-ass
   chicks in that crew.

   Gangrel: They speak well, but can we trust their actions?

   Malkavian: They're stupid. If they get just a little scar, suddenly
   it's like final death or something.

   Nosferatu: It is difficult to respect ones who put so much emphasis on
   outward appearances

   Toreador: They are appreciators of beauty, like ourselves.

   Tremere: The Sidhe are a bunch of troublemakers. Admitting them to the
   Camarilla would be a monumental error.

   Ventrue: Their strategies and sensibilities are suprisingly shrewd.
   Their membership would be an asset.

   What they think

   Brujah: Slow and stupid, these punks are generally only good enough to
   take our shots for us. They are very useful.

   Gangrel: They are a likable folk.

   Malkavian: Freaks and crazies. Ignore them.

   Nosferatu: They may be disgusting, but they're very clever. Avoid
   them, but never forget what they can do.

   Toreador: A laugh. Easier to control than the Brujah.

   Tremere: Our biggest problem within the Camarilla.

   Ventrue: Not a bad bunch. We could get along with them.

   The Sidhe: Background.

   (Wherein the name is discussed, the organization is revealed, and we
   learn why one must never, ever break the rules.)

   [This legend has been told many times, in many ways. It is most
   probably true, but not necessarily entirely accurate. The results of
   this event are well documented, though.]

   Way, way back (long ago for us, at least) in the mid 1300's, a young
   vampire named Siobahn lived her unlife in a secret library, well out
   of ordinary human perception. Egged on by her sire, a fanatic in the
   belief of Faerie usefulness, she learned everything there was to know
   about the magick folk, and their home.

    Siobahn was as ruthless as she was smart, and a cockiness grew in
   her, an urge to prove herself. "These folk think they're so strong.
   They think they're the tricksters." She imparted on a most dangerous
   form of entertainment. To shaft the Sidhe. A con, a trick, like no
   other before it.

   Using her knowledge, beauty, and an apparently birth-imparted affinity
   for the Faerie folk, she managed not only to worm her way into
   Arcadia, but even to gain an audience with the Faerie queen. (Some
   know her as Titania). With hob-goblins cavorting about them, the two
   set to talking. Titania was sure she was about to ensnare a pretty
   prize, but Siobahn was ready for it. Adhering well to the etiquette of
   the Sidhe, she managed to sideslip the attempts. Siobahn was tricky,
   and she gained the envious admiration of many of the folk present
   there that evening.

   "She is too good to be a vampire," they would whisper.

   "It is some kind of trick. The king is testing our queen."

   "It is a game."

   And a game it was. By the end of the night, Siobahn had stolen the
   true name of the Faerie folk, and Titania was unable to retrieve it.
   She cursed, and spit, but still, the woman held tightly.

   "Let me make you an offer," she said. "We will share this name. And so
   long as I hold this name, I, and any who I chose to impart it to are
   as your own. You will not harm us."

   "We do with our own as we will."

   "Yes, but how many of your own have weasled such a prize from you, o
   queen? Trinkets and sparkles are nothing. I have the true name of your
   people. Do you wish to kill me now? Or might I use it before the final
   end? You have done a foolish thing, and now you will pay."

   "You will not use our true name."

   "I will do whatever the hell I want to. Perhaps I'll wear it on my
   brow, for all to see and read."

   There was a long silence, then. Not a creature dared whisper. The
   queen stood, and turned to face them.

   "This woman is never to be harmed, or interfered with in any way.
   Likewise, any she creates, and holds under the wing of our name, is
   not to be touched. Take this declaration to all our folk. Any who
   disobey will face us."

   She turned back, and saw the devil's smile on a young woman's face.

   "Be away with you. Never are you to return to this place, or any of
   your kind. The vampire folk are exiled here."

   Siobahn nodded, and stepped aside, back into her library. Things were
   different now. She was Sidhe.

   That evening, her sire spontaneously combusted. His home collapsed.
   The crops of the surrounding area suffered a drought, and cows soured
   their milk.

   She moves still today, bringing the Faerie people's curse with her,
   along with their protection. All of her clan are likewise protected,
   but most of them feel the dolorous presence of sour folk.

   For this reason, the members of this clan generally travel in groups
   of three. They live together, and meet on a regular basis. Since the
   Faerie folk have a propensity to commit mischief without being seen,
   this works as a sort of safety barrier, as all three are constantly on
   the watch.

   If a member of the clan is exiled, and no longer allowed to carry the
   name, she is invariably destroyed by the legitimate Sidhe. No vampire
   in such a situation has survived more than three hours.

   Almost all members of the clan have the merit of Faerie Affinity, so
   that they can see the folk, and sometimes even speak with them. In the
   presence of members of this clan, though, the Faerie folk grow sullen
   and withdrawn.

   All members of the clan are encouraged to develop Presence before any
   other disciplines, simply as an added protection. The Faerie folk love
   prettiness, and usually think twice before bringing true harm to it.

   Siobahn


Nature:  Conniver       Demeanor:  Bon Vivant           Generation: 5
Haven :  Condominium    Concept:   Eccentric Model

Physical:  Str 2 / Dex 2 / Stam 4
Social:    Cha 3 (captivating) / Man 5 (persuasive) / App 6 (beautiful)
Mental:    Per 3 (attentive) / Int 3 / Wits 6 (clever)

Talents:  Acting 2 / Alertness 4 / Empathy 3 / Intimidation 5 /
          Leadership 4 (compelling) / Subterfuge 5 / Seduction 4
          Singing 2

Skills:   Etiquette 5 / Melee 2 / Stealth 2 / Debate 3

Knowledge:  Linguistics 4 / Faerie Lore 5

Disciplines:    Auspex 4
                Presence 6
                Dominate 1

Backgrounds:    Resources 4 / Clan Prestige 5 / Status 4 / Influence 2

Virtues:       Conscience 1 / Self-control 2 / Courage 4

Humanity: 4
Willpower: 9

Merits: Faerie Affinity
        Natural Linguist

Flaws: Faerie Curse (see above)

Languages: Gaelic (native), English, German, French, Slavic



   -Siobahn doesn't remember her human life. The first memory she has is
   of waking up in the arms of her sire. She is definetly one of the most
   devious beings on the Earth, still concerned with Earthly affairs.

   -She has five childer, Mary, Lillian, Suzanne, Helene and Lise. Each
   of these five have at least five of their own. Beyond that, the
   lineage is fairly difficult to trace, as the only individuals aware of
   it will find it pretty unnecessary for you to know.

   -Siobahn has forbidden in-clan blood bonding, but she encourages the
   bonding of those outside the clan to those inside.

   -She, like all her people, maintains an air of frivoloty, while
   engaging in the deadliest of games.

   -At last location, she was seen to be dwelling in or near Paris, but
   she is known to have moved since. She makes it a habit to move
   approximately every five or ten years.

   -She is currently a hot model, appearing on the covers of several
   fashion publications, and is planning her "demise" because she's
   finding the whole scene tiresome (especially with the current rumors
   of plastic surgery floating around).
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