Oh hell yeah. We all knew someone who insisted that they (not their character) were somehow a Toreador, and we all just had to live with it. It was a whole THING. T-shirts, clan pins, wearing fangs out to dinner... it was a THING.
You have people who, to this day, will talk at you for hours about Clan Tremere and how they genuinely could not imagine YOU choosing another clan. Even though they're in their 40s now. It sunk into them that deeply. Maybe, when it's a better day, I'll put it all together in an essay. Someday.