Undying yet Unliving

// Setting/ The Curse of the Dead Heart

Vampires are little more than parasites in the grand scheme of things. Many would compare themselves to the immortal and ethereal angels or similar, but the horrid truth is simple: Vampires are little more than animated corpses kept alive and thinking, not by some inner celestial power or force of will, but by the essence-rich blood flowing through their veins. Blood which was stolen by those that are still blessed by Gaia. For all their powers and abilities, vampires are static in nature, caught forever in that moment where their bodies and souls were supposed to pass on, together. Vampires are dead in both body and mind; it is the savage Beast that fuels their corpse, fills them with emotions and allows them to think. In the end their mortal selves are really nothing more than fading echoes, screaming to be heard over the howls of the Beast, but ultimately losing as years turns to centuries.

As dead things, vampires do not evolve or grow like mortals do – even their emotions become stilted and perverse. They gradually become unable to feel physical pleasure, knowing only the extremes of pain and hunger. Kindred are largely capable of learning from their experiences in the way that mortals can, they are always reminded of what they’ve lost and they never forget past slights. Learning new ways of thinking, that wondrous ability of mortals, becomes alien and foreign to vampires as the centuries pass. And as such unliving anachronisms, vampires are capable of mastering new mannerisms and skills, but they cannot assimilate them into their very being as they did when they lived and breathed. Instead, they wear these new customs like masks to conceal their stagnant nature. The only thing that can push Kindred to new experiences is the endless hunger and rage of the Beast. Vampires are like marble statues, pristine witnesses to the endless march of time, but forever outside it. This quality makes all Kindred rapacious and predatory, not creative and nurturing. Their once human selves strive to mantain these qualities – to be able to appreciate beauty without the need to posess it – but their Beast drags them down to the abyss of despair, tainting them through its dark nature of lust, pride and murder.

Undying yet Unliving

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