Vampire Angelina Whystine
Character description
I looked out across the depths at the dark, burgundy ember of the thing which I may never look upon again, long black hair brushing across my face as the wind took it. Green eyes flashed as I shifted my tall frame with the hope of a meal. Large silver hoops shifted awkwardly with my head. The scent taking over me, I put away the katana and fleed noiselessly towards the smell, my kneelength chocolate colored leather jacket the only noise as I moved towards my nightly pleasures, a brown and green blur, unrecognizable in the new night.
As I reached my target, I could smell his musk, hear his steady heartbeat. It made mine skip. I clutched the silver triquetra around my neck and rubbed it between two fingers. My boots made my legs feel eerily warm. Simply enjoying the sensations, I thought of my brother for a while. He made me. He called himself Frazzgnarth the Impious now. I hadn't even known but then again, he had never been known for exceptional character and I'd always thought him a sociopath. Since he had hardly ever gone out during the day before, there'd been no real changes anyone could see. I still couldn't understand why he'd turned me or bitten me for that matter. Maybe it was just a moment of weakness. I may never know.
Not wanting to think of my brother anymore because it was killing my mood, I walked fluidly up to the handsome chunk of manliness and said softly, "Hi there. Come with me," as I grabbed his shirt and pulled him back into the alley. We started to kiss and I slowly made my way to his neck, taking my time, enjoying myself. At first, I only nicked the skin, giving him a coy smile as he started to object, making him think it was a fetish. Men loved that type of stuff. I continued at the spot until he started to moan with pleasure. Getting bored, I bit down and a rush of warm blood flooded my mouth, culminating the experience. I let go and he slid to the floor, not a drop spared and no scream or noise to speak of. Beautiful. Kneeling above him, I cleaned my mouth on his shirt and was about to reenter the busy street when I smelled something that made my blood turn cold. "Werewolf," I snarled to myself, fangs grazing my lip. I withdrew my katana and ran for the back of the alley silently. As a wall approached, I lept the fifteen feet without really trying. The hunt was on...
The saga continues at http://www.unc.edu/~dforrest
As I reached my target, I could smell his musk, hear his steady heartbeat. It made mine skip. I clutched the silver triquetra around my neck and rubbed it between two fingers. My boots made my legs feel eerily warm. Simply enjoying the sensations, I thought of my brother for a while. He made me. He called himself Frazzgnarth the Impious now. I hadn't even known but then again, he had never been known for exceptional character and I'd always thought him a sociopath. Since he had hardly ever gone out during the day before, there'd been no real changes anyone could see. I still couldn't understand why he'd turned me or bitten me for that matter. Maybe it was just a moment of weakness. I may never know.
Not wanting to think of my brother anymore because it was killing my mood, I walked fluidly up to the handsome chunk of manliness and said softly, "Hi there. Come with me," as I grabbed his shirt and pulled him back into the alley. We started to kiss and I slowly made my way to his neck, taking my time, enjoying myself. At first, I only nicked the skin, giving him a coy smile as he started to object, making him think it was a fetish. Men loved that type of stuff. I continued at the spot until he started to moan with pleasure. Getting bored, I bit down and a rush of warm blood flooded my mouth, culminating the experience. I let go and he slid to the floor, not a drop spared and no scream or noise to speak of. Beautiful. Kneeling above him, I cleaned my mouth on his shirt and was about to reenter the busy street when I smelled something that made my blood turn cold. "Werewolf," I snarled to myself, fangs grazing my lip. I withdrew my katana and ran for the back of the alley silently. As a wall approached, I lept the fifteen feet without really trying. The hunt was on...
The saga continues at http://www.unc.edu/~dforrest
Statistics
| Total loot: | 182,872.17 litres of blood |
| Victims bitten (via link): | 12 |
| Fights: | 352 |
| Victories: | 71 |
| Defeats: | 281 |
| Draws: | 0 |
| Gold gained: | ~ 3,000.00  |
| Gold lost: | ~ 7,000.00 |
| Damage to enemies: | 9934.73 |
| Damage from enemies: | 110676.37 |
The attributes of Angelina Whystine:
| Character level: | Level 32 |
| Strength: |    (63) |
| Defence: | (56) |
| Agility: | (51) |
| Stamina: | (50) |
| Dexterity: | (50) |
| Experience: |   (4944|5120) |
The ancestral site statistics of Angelina Whystine
| Attempted challenges: | 0 |
| Successful challenges: | 0 |
| Failed challenges: | 0 |
The sentinel of Angelina Whystine
| Sentinel breed: | Enraged hound |
| Sentinel name: | Allyria |
| Attack: | (47) |
| Defence: | (46) |
| Stamina: | (45) |
Profile
| Gender: | female |
| Age: | 20-25 Years |
| Hometown: | ,North Carolina, USA |
| ICQ-number: | --- |
| MSN Messenger: | --- |
| Yahoo Messenger: | --- |
| AIM-Name: | aawhystine |
| Jabber ID | --- |
| Skype ID | --- |
Arena
Angelina Whystine has not yet achieved a special arena rank.
Angelina Whystine has created 1 Vampires so far:
| Anita Blake | Level 15 | Loot 34394.64 litres of blood |