Vampire FaKeShAdOw
Clan:
Character description
So tender-looking. Oh, so helpless.
The way the unwary victim's eyes darted around the room nervously.
The way it would cry out for its mother.
The mother wasn't there.
Saw the predator glance at the other carcass,
then watched it rear its ugly head back toward the alluring smell of youngling meat.
The expert hunter waited until the prey had its back turned, then struck.
I watched the terrible beast move in for the kill.
Defenseless, the prey never had a chance.
Heard it let out a stifled yell before it crumpled to the floor.
Muscles rippling. Like liquid steel, and springy.
Her claws gouging into the soft underbelly.
Large patches of stained flesh flung into the air, carelessly.
The ground was red from slaughter.
Saw it all from afar.
Observed the lithe figure it cut into the dark, dusty afternoon air.
Saw the lifeforce gushing out of the innocent in torrents.
I saw the tacky substance splash onto her misshapen paws, and tear-streaked face.
She smacked her lips; licked it all up,
Then loosened her deathgrip on the creature.
I goggled awestruck and horrified at the recent sin.
Saw how the Hunter gave a crooked smirk at her masterpiece.
It obviously lusted for the crimson liquid.
The very sight of it gave the hunter: unspeakable strength.
As she went into the ending stages of berserk mode, she let out a cry of despair.
It chilled me to the bone, as I hid in the dimly-lit corner of her messed up mind.
Unable to help. Prevent. Stop.
I could have turned the tables of fate.
Through the cold eyes of the murderer, I looked at my own sister, lying on the ruined carpet.
In a pool of happy memories and then betrayal.
The misfortunate sibling had her arms outstretched.
Her neck was bent at an impossible bloody angle.
Those eyes... so much emotion frozen into them, even in death.
Organs and tissue strewn all over.
Took in the sights of true gore.
Stared at the walls, tainted with ribbons of sticky flesh.
The huntress turned towards the mirror.
Eyes glazing over,
She let out yet another long eerie scream.
Tore hair out in handfuls.
Then the being suddenly collasped, exhausted.
Snores softly roll throughout the living room,
as she sleeps in carnage.
The details?
Eyeballs popped from their sockets.
Genitalia cut open and other alien objects stuffed inside, like a purse.
Much of the cut-off skin is spread out into a makeshift rug.
The scalps and hair of the victims were nailed onto the walls.
Stomachs that were torn open. Corrosive digestive juices trickling down onto the putrid floor.
Small splinters of bones, fingers, and teeth were made into jewelry.
She's made a NEST of her red work..
Whatever or whoever pestered her, got in her way--They lay dead on the floor.
Dead. Shattered. Gone.
Like her soul.
...Awaiting the hour that the father comes home from work.
I'm looking forward to his demise, relishing what I'd do to him.
Unsuspecting.
Just the way I like it.
The way the unwary victim's eyes darted around the room nervously.
The way it would cry out for its mother.
The mother wasn't there.
Saw the predator glance at the other carcass,
then watched it rear its ugly head back toward the alluring smell of youngling meat.
The expert hunter waited until the prey had its back turned, then struck.
I watched the terrible beast move in for the kill.
Defenseless, the prey never had a chance.
Heard it let out a stifled yell before it crumpled to the floor.
Muscles rippling. Like liquid steel, and springy.
Her claws gouging into the soft underbelly.
Large patches of stained flesh flung into the air, carelessly.
The ground was red from slaughter.
Saw it all from afar.
Observed the lithe figure it cut into the dark, dusty afternoon air.
Saw the lifeforce gushing out of the innocent in torrents.
I saw the tacky substance splash onto her misshapen paws, and tear-streaked face.
She smacked her lips; licked it all up,
Then loosened her deathgrip on the creature.
I goggled awestruck and horrified at the recent sin.
Saw how the Hunter gave a crooked smirk at her masterpiece.
It obviously lusted for the crimson liquid.
The very sight of it gave the hunter: unspeakable strength.
As she went into the ending stages of berserk mode, she let out a cry of despair.
It chilled me to the bone, as I hid in the dimly-lit corner of her messed up mind.
Unable to help. Prevent. Stop.
I could have turned the tables of fate.
Through the cold eyes of the murderer, I looked at my own sister, lying on the ruined carpet.
In a pool of happy memories and then betrayal.
The misfortunate sibling had her arms outstretched.
Her neck was bent at an impossible bloody angle.
Those eyes... so much emotion frozen into them, even in death.
Organs and tissue strewn all over.
Took in the sights of true gore.
Stared at the walls, tainted with ribbons of sticky flesh.
The huntress turned towards the mirror.
Eyes glazing over,
She let out yet another long eerie scream.
Tore hair out in handfuls.
Then the being suddenly collasped, exhausted.
Snores softly roll throughout the living room,
as she sleeps in carnage.
The details?
Eyeballs popped from their sockets.
Genitalia cut open and other alien objects stuffed inside, like a purse.
Much of the cut-off skin is spread out into a makeshift rug.
The scalps and hair of the victims were nailed onto the walls.
Stomachs that were torn open. Corrosive digestive juices trickling down onto the putrid floor.
Small splinters of bones, fingers, and teeth were made into jewelry.
She's made a NEST of her red work..
Whatever or whoever pestered her, got in her way--They lay dead on the floor.
Dead. Shattered. Gone.
Like her soul.
...Awaiting the hour that the father comes home from work.
I'm looking forward to his demise, relishing what I'd do to him.
Unsuspecting.
Just the way I like it.
Statistics
| Total loot: | 396.38 litres of blood |
| Victims bitten (via link): | 39 |
| Fights: | 23 |
| Victories: | 8 |
| Defeats: | 15 |
| Draws: | 0 |
| Gold gained: | ~ 0.00  |
| Gold lost: | ~ 0.00 |
| Damage to enemies: | 269.84 |
| Damage from enemies: | 965.08 |
The attributes of FaKeShAdOw:
| Character level: | Level 3 |
| Strength: |    (12) |
| Defence: | (10) |
| Agility: | (9) |
| Stamina: | (9) |
| Dexterity: | (9) |
| Experience: |   (32|45) |
The ancestral site statistics of FaKeShAdOw
| Attempted challenges: | 0 |
| Successful challenges: | 0 |
| Failed challenges: | 0 |
Profile
| Gender: | female |
| Age: | 15-20 Years |
| Hometown: | Shanghai, China |
| ICQ-number: | --- |
| MSN Messenger: | nekoru_gurl@hotmail.com |
| Yahoo Messenger: | FaKeShAwOn |
| AIM-Name: | FaKeShAwOn |
| Jabber ID | --- |
| Skype ID | --- |
Arena
FaKeShAdOw has not yet achieved a special arena rank.
FaKeShAdOw has created 6 Vampires so far:
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| Morlith | Level 9 | Loot 11325.9 litres of blood |
| AngelOfTheShadows | Level 2 | Loot 111 litres of blood |
| Rufflescump | Level 1 | Loot 0 litres of blood |
| vampdrag | Level 1 | Loot 0 litres of blood |
| Avary | Level 1 | Loot 0 litres of blood |