Throwback Thursday: more from my tragic LARPing past. From the Seattle Camarilla “Prom”, 1993 or 1994, I think? Yes, I’m the one with the big hair and white dress

This event will always be a fond memory for me, because when my very-recently-ex boyfriend showed up, the StuntHusband took advantage of being the DJ and promptly played "Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me". I sat down on the dance floor and laughed hysterically, while the ex stomped out of the room.

The others, from left to right: Amber, Wolf, the StuntHusband (peering over my shoulder), Kyle (partially hidden by my hair), Wade, and Jana.


The Toreador are some of the most beautiful and glamorous of the Kindred. Famous (and infamous) as a clan of artists and innovators they are one of the bastions of the Camarilla, as their very survival depends on the facades of civility and grace on which the sect prides itself.
Due to their inherent clan weakness, although lovely and seductive, the members of this clan are as much prisoners of their artistic vision and sensitivity as they are its beneficiaries. They are often overcome by the beauty they see around them, and become immobilized with fascination. Such things as paintings, neon signs, or even sunrises can captivate them. It requires a powerful willpower to break the fascination quickly; otherwise, the Toreador will stand, awed and helpless, for minutes or even hours. This trait explains why Toreador so often fall in love with mortals. However, it also bans them from ever reaching perfection in their chosen form of art and makes them callous and disregardful once the experience becomes banal.

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