As the rumours and whispers of the Kindred world would have it said, there are only seven of Saulot’s progeny at any one time. Whether or not this is the truth is only for them to know. The Camarilla have denied their very existence for centuries, a malicious lie to cover up some truth or another. What can be said for the Salubri in these nights, is that they are hunted, vilified, and treated with abject fear by most Licks. They exist on the periphery of the darkness, scared and alone. They have but one aim: achieving a long lost state of enlightenment that is storied to have been discovered by their clan’s long dead progenitor. Their name Saulot, and His crowning glory, Golconda.
His progeny bare the evidence for this enlightenment on their very bodies, cursed to have a third eye on their brow, an unfortunate target for those who would see them eradicated.
The Soul-Thieves are a tragic lot. If they had their way of things, all of the world would know the truth of their clan’s demise. They are accused of being ritual diablerists, demon-worshippers, and soul stealing bastards. For them this is an obvious lie. They know that their place in Kindred society was Usurped by the deceitful Tremere. In fact, they are committed to aiding those in need, and protecting the world from the rampant beasts of the less humane kindred. A Salubri would rather never embrace at all, then pass on their curses without a need to do so. Their reasoning may vary, but nonetheless, a Cyclops must wholeheartedly believe that embracing an individual would better their life, rather than condemn them for chance of it.
During these nights, they are a walking Masquerade breach. Not only does their presence in any barony, or domain, bring with it the ire of older vampires: but it risks greater exposure to the Second Inquisition.
If any Baron is willing to grant them safety, it must serve a much greater purpose. At their core, they are seeking to escape their condition entirely, if that is even possible…
Discplines:
Auspex, Dominate, Fortitude.