[pennypincher]

Not a hell of a lot of detail in gone into about clan founders, IE Antedeluvians, usualy, on the grounds that who they were is lost in the anulls of time and has been written, rewritten and rewritten again by each clan through each generation untill the modern nights when there are 1000 different stories about each leader and each makes them out to be a different kind of person. As for the glorious history of Clan Ventrue, the short version of it is as follows in yet another addition of:

PENNYPINCHER VAMPIRE THEATER.

The Ventrue clan were once considered the lowest members of the Great High clans... Being the clans who knew the difference bewteen a fork and a spoon and didn't spend most of their time rolling in their own poop. They were knights and nobles, templars and holy warriors. Once embraced the powers of fortitude allowed them to do wounderful thing such as catch arrows in their teeth, walk down spears to kill their enemies and take 30 blows from a sword while AFK without dying... Woah sorry wait, was thinking of World Of Warcraft... Ahem... The powers of Dominate allowed them to run convert anyone and the power of Presence meant all their troops were loyal, devoted and enthusiastic.

However, it was these suriving, returning knights that often became the barrons and dukes, princes and kings of the next generation, and so suddenly Ventrue ghouls and vampires found themselves with noble titles and land. Of course, they were already well suited to the role of strong leadership, and it was a time when people need strong leaders.

"Ere squire, you stole my pig!"
"No sir, I murdered you, raped your wife and stole your pig."
"But you anit done none of those other things."
"Then so as not to be called a dishonest man..." *sound of sword being drawn*

Bored knights returning from the crusades were often a little... Trigger happy, despite the lack of triggers at the time. They needed adventure and war and respect and blood shed, but people were mostly quiet and boring, so they would make their own fun unless a wise leader gave them something to do. So it was that clan Venture began their crusade against... Well, everyone! With the help of clan Malkavian they had already long ago crushed the Brujah, and now they turned their attention to clan Tzimisce, who in all honesty were dirty buggers anyway and needed a good wholoping.

Mid wholop however, there started another war, a war bewteen the humans and the vampires called "The Inquisition". It was about this time that the smarter vampires looked around and did some rough maths.

"Hey Bob, leader of clan Toreador?"
"Yes Frank, leader of clan Ventrue?"
"How many mortals would you say there were?"
"Oh, roughly lots..."
"Mhhmm, thanks for that. And how many of us would you say there were?"
"Ummm.. About not many?"
"Yeah... Well what happens if the humans decide to attack us... All of them?"
"We would band together in a glorious colition and crush them!"
"You think? Lets ask around... Hey Tony, leader of clan Brujah, would you help us crush all humans if they decided to kill us?"
"Help YOU? You rat scum, you burnt down our glorious city of carthage and killed our leaders!! I'd help the bloody mortals squish you... In fact, thats what I'm doing RIGHT NOW!" *storms off*
"Hey Lisa, leader of clan Gangrel, would you help us?"
"Leave me alone, I'm trying to invent the flea bath..."
"Right. Robert, leader of clan Tremere?"
"Um, we don't exist just yet. Can we get back to you?"
"Sure. Alice of clan Malkavian?"
"I'm A cUp Of CoFfEe!"
"... Of course you are dear... Rat Face of clan Nosferatue?"
"Corse I'd help man... Then I'd sell you out to the highest bidder faster then you could blink you stuffed shirt lump of lung butter!"
"Excellent... What about Andrie of clan Ravnos?"
"Um, he stole your pants and ran off, you've been wearing nothing but a badger for the past week..."
"Very well, lets not even ask the Settites, thats an obvious mistake, and the Giovanni don't exist yet cos they havent eaten all of clan Capadocian, who will only be dead soon so lets not ask them... What about you, Lasombra and Tzimisce?"

Which brings us to the next part of the story.
Clan Ventrue got together and organised a set of rules and regulations they called "The Traditions"... Logical things like "Don't tell people your a vampire and they wont burn you." and "Never pee into the wind". However some of their old, staunch enemies, despite the logic of the rules, were pretty bitter about the whole deal and didn't like the idea of not being able to be worshiped like dark blood gods, so they broke off and formed the Sabbat.
Of course, clan Venture were smart enough to put their people in the positions of power first and foremost, leading to the wise, cunning governing vampires you know today.

Hows that?