"My my my, the bell has rung. It’s time for the first course! Say that you will dine with me?"
The Macellarius are as much gracious hosts as they are grotesque gluttons. Make no mistake, these Kindred are Ventrue down to the marrow in their dead bodies. Spawned in the nights of mad, decadent Rome, the bloodline comes from the oldest of money, cherish their ancestral roots and are desperate to rise once again to the top. The kindred whisper about those of Macellarius lineage, muttering about their unspeakable appetites and ruthless initiative. Everyone knows that these obese, unsightly creatures do not merely drink blood, they swallow it by cheek stuffed mouthfuls, consuming it in gulps and gobbles. Worse, most Gluttons don't stop there. Many of then carry the already gruesome act of consumption a step further, eating the bodies of their victims. The Damned can't eat food, but some Macellarious can, provided that the food is the raw flesh of a mortal body.
