The New Wave
“I didn’t choose this life, but I sure as hell ain’t letting some prick tell me what I can do; or how I’m meant to do it!”
The New Wave are fresh on the block. They don’t care for century-old traditions or ideas cooked up by the Elders and Ancients. They were thrust into this life by their twat of a sire, and they sure-as-shit ain’t listening to a Prince-wannabe-Baron.
The New-Wave kick with their coteries and the other new bloods; there is still something to be said for strength in numbers. They don't really know who the Sabbat, or the Camarilla, are; and if they did, they’d likely chalk them up to being stuck-up-fucks, towing the line of the monsters that came before them. What they do know is all these other “Anarchs” sure like rules. If you’re doing away with some of the rules - why not all ‘em? The Inquisition is just another myth, just another means of control.
Amongst this group - if you can even really call them that - you are likely to find Thin-bloods, rebels, and licks that have become disillusioned with the rest of the Kindred world. They want to start again, burn it all down, and cut loose from the restraints of the “Sects”. They’ll call themselves Anarchs, because that’s what other people say they are: but they don’t really give a fuck what that means.
At the end of the day, becoming a Lick doesn’t mean you suddenly lose free will, does it?