Socialites, Divas, and Artists make up the diverse ranks of the Toreador. There is beauty in all things, and the Clan of the Rose are committed, intentionally or otherwise, to viewing these darkest nights through an aesthetic lens. The Artists long hunger for perfection, and can spend centuries trying to relive a moment of ecstasy to no avail. They are a reminder of the destructive capability of art in all forms, cursed to take centre stage in that tragedy. There is something divine and irresistible about the tortured and fractured minds of the world they walk through. It is this beauty that they become obsessed with. To dismiss the Toreador, would be to ignore the power that they carry with them. It is no small feat to entertain and enthral the undead. With a song, a Rose can enchant a room; and with a dance they can start a war.
It is no surprise that in eras past, when the world was run from ballrooms and in high courts: that the Toreador were the undisputed linchpins of high society. The ability to make the deceased cry, laugh, and love - to make them feel what they lose upon embrace - is the crowning glory of the Hedonists.
Innocence is but a plaything for them. What is lost can never be regained, and that precise moment in which it is obliterated, is a constant source of fascination for Clan Toreador. Ever selective with who they welcome into their ranks, there is something truly unique in every Sensate. A special perspective, a kernel of spectacular capability: an echo of kaleidoscopic beauty. There is tantalising beauty in the darkness, and the Toreador can all but taste it. A shame, then, that no muse is eternal.
Clan Weakness - Aesthetic Fixation
Each Toreador has their own unique understanding of beauty. They long to be surrounded by objects and muses that embody their specific fixation. When confronted with something that fits this criteria, they are likely to become completely and utterly enthralled for a time; unable to focus on - or speak of - anything else. Should they find themselves in a situation devoid of their obsession (or the ability to practise their art) they are condemned to suffrage and turmoil. The world may be dark and damned, but a Rose would be nothing without it’s beautiful thorns…
[[We encourage all Toreador players to come up with their character’s specific interpretation of beauty - and an artform that they practise. This could be something as simply as tattoo art, or as complex as meticulous torture. In any case, if the character is confronted with something that they would consider truly beautiful, we encourage players to spend the remainder of that scene, or a short while, playing up their obsession with whatever it is that they have found to be beautiful.]]
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