Ventrue

 "Therefore with the same necessity with which the stone falls to earth,
 the hungry wolf buries its fangs in the flesh of its prey, without the
 possibility of the knowledge that it itself is the destroyed as well as
 the destroyer"             -Schopenheuer
  
  
 Freedom? You babble to me of freedom? You, who dance to the strings of 
 puppeteers so vile and so manipulative that you would destroy every
 symbol of your old existence at their slightest twitch? You, who scream 
 and fight and brawl all night long, draining not only mortals but the
 mortal world until it has nothing left to give?
    You deserve no freedom. You deserve only contempt. Where were you when
 we built this city? Where were you when we battled the Sabbat? Where were
 you when the nights promised nothing but treachery and blood? Freedom
 belongs to those who earned it. For you, the only freedom is death.
  
 Old-fashioned and tradition-bound, Ventrue are sophisticated and genteel;
 they are cautious, honorable, social and elegant Kindred. They are most
 frequently the leaders in the Camarilla, and most often found among the
 uppercrust of the mortal world, most mingling and fitting in quite well.
 Their sophistication stands them in good stead among the elite of mortal
 society, and it allows them to control many of the more powerful members 
 of the city. Because of the relative ease in which most travel among such
 company, the Ventrue often have a monopoly on the political control of the
 city.