Clan Brujah, often referred to as "the rabble," are my brothers and sisters. Who are we? We are the faces who live in the dark, we are the the voices of a thousand patriots, we are the itch you can not scratch, WE ARE KINDRED! All those who differ in opinion can fuck themselves. Though we are strong, our numbers are weak... the past always comes to haunt one. Our elders, the first of us Brujah, were blessed with a fire in our hearts so strong, nothing could possibly squelch the blaze ,we warriors were then born as poets. Some time, however, we lost numbers, our childer died, and our blood thinned.