The Graveyard - Samedi HQ (Open)

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Clan: Samedi
Nicknames: Stiffs, Zombies, Ghedi
Faction: Independent

 

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Who Are the Samedi?
"Ever the mysterious bloodline, the Samedi are now a powerful force in the Final Nights, scheming for their own gains in ways even most Kindred would be repulsed by…"

The Samedi bloodline has a relatively short but immensely curious history within Kindred society. Originating most likely in the Caribbean, the bloodline's members all seem to resemble a zombie or a corpse. Unlike the Nosferatu, who merely become disfigured, the body of the Samedi appears to be in a constant state of decay. Social interactions often fail miserably, as do attempts to integrate into mortal society. Rotting chunks of flesh fall off of their bodies with increasing frequency as they age, and the smell of death clings to them wherever they roam.

The Samedi very rarely congregate as a clan, and those chance occurrences where they meet are merely informal gatherings of two or three members who gossip and then go their separate ways. Members of this bloodline are often very solitary in nature, and they do not often seek out companionship. A few turbulent rumors sweep through Kindred society about secret cabals of Samedi gathering in graveyards, but none of these rumors have been substantiated.

Those lucky enough to have conversed with a member of this bloodline often recall a certain wisdom and intelligence within them that otherwise would have been overlooked or dismissed outright. While obsessed with death, most of these vampires still seem to possess a wisdom that betrays their short existence.

However, there is more to the Samedi bloodline than a loose association of witch-doctors and death cultists. The bloodline is insular and secretive; many times, its members often keep their affairs private from even other members, suggesting that they have something other than common interests. A few Samedi are known to be members of the Camarilla or the Sabbat, but these offer those sects little information on others of their kind.

Arguably the eldest member of the bloodline, a vampire known only as The Baron, suggests that the Samedi have a more significant role in the Kindred's history and future than most vampires suspect. What that may be, the Baron refuses to specify, dismissing further questions with a wave of his rotting hand.

Samedi often involve themselves with occult or illegal activities in a city, becoming powerful houngans and mambos or trafficking with superstitious immigrant criminal elements. Given their apparent voodoo roots, the Samedi seem content to garner influence in immigrant ghettos, practicing their dark magic and preying upon a populace used to the dead walking among them.

The Samedi are also notorious assassins and mercenaries, and it is for this reason that many Camarilla princes turn a blind eye to them despite their almost Masquerade-threatening involvement with the kine around them. For the most part, the Samedi keep to themselves, and a prince never knows when she may need an ally with "special" abilities. The Stiffs seem to hold the Nosferatu and Giovanni in some inscrutable esteem (or dread), though, as they are hesitant to take out contracts on Kindred of these clans without just cause or considerable payment.

Samedi typically Embrace those with a penchant for death, a trait that follows them into undeath. A significant percentage of the Samedi bloodline, particularly the older members, practices the Discipline of Necromancy but it is unknown precisely where they would have come across this knowledge, as they appear to be on very poor terms with the Giovanni.

All that said, with the recent changing of the Godly Guard, Grendel has given the Clan a gift, of sorts, halting the Rot so that no one will decay further, and new blood need not worry about becoming rotten and unpleasant to be around by smell alone.

 

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The Graveyard:

The Graveyard... Home to the Samedi clan, any member is free to keep a personal plot out in the yard itself, which is large, a little swampy, and always seems bathed in darkness, even when the sun is up and out... Though that might just be the mind playing tricks on people, seeing such a creepy place. The trees are all drooping, weeping willow or similar, casting strange shadows as they move.

At the center of the Graveyard is the Mansion, home to the Baron himself, along with others who have earned his (rare) esteem. The building almost seems to have been affected by the Rot itself, as there are always creaking doors, gaps in the wood and moss all over, giving it the appearance of fallen splendor.

Inside... Well, the public rooms match the external appearance, but as one gets further in, seeing the rooms that only invitees and residents ever see, the appearance shifts towards more solid, but darker, decorated with Vévés painted on the walls, ornate mirrors with various objects hanging from them, and statues of various spirits looming in dark corners.

If one was of the rarified few who were invited into the personal quarters of the Baron himself, they would find themselves in a dark sitting room initially, with a round table that holds what appears to be a single tea set, and what might be a deck of some sort of cards. To the left would be a closed door, but if one got a peek inside, it might seem like some strange altar for unusual practices. To the right, his bedroom, but few will ever see that.

 

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Standard Disciplines:
Necromancy
Obfuscate
Thanatosis

 

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Clan Members:
Disciple: Baron Samedi
Antediluvian:
Methuselah:

Elders:
Remy LeBoe

Ancillaes:


Neonates:
Demyan

Fledglings:
Khadejah "Queenie" Levien
Vashan T-Rone Trece

 

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Embracing Information:
Official Embracing Thread: Here - Not Yet Open

 

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