Vampire angelofplottwists
Character description
"I'm not going to be cliche and say I live in an agonized existence or whatever it is," she says. "But I don't enjoy it. I mean, sure, the powers are cool, and it's nice not to have to be normal, but I've never adjusted. Even looking at me - you can tell I'm pretty low-level, eh? Don't even have a sentinel. I'm the kind of vampire the young werewolves attack to gain experience. I'm poor, I'm in no clan, I'm weak... There really isn't much point to any of it."
"I go for long periods of time without attacking," she continues. "That's probably why I'm so weak. But somehow I can't stand it. I could have been one of them. It's not them I really care about, it's that I'm really no better than they are, and yet I'm hunting them. And I won't say they deserve it, because I don't believe anyone deserves anything.
"But you're probably interested in how I came to be. That's an easy enough story. It began...I don't know. Years ago. When I was still in school. My friends and I, we were reckless. Too reckless, I guess. Well, I met this girl one night...one thing led to another, I guess, and I ended up going back to her place with her. I was drunk, too, a little – but then, so was she.
“She was a very welcoming host, and that’s all I’ll say on that matter. But she eventually had me pinned down, and then she bit me. She drew blood. I protested, that was a bit too far, but then she smiled. I’ll never forget what she said then. ‘It won’t hurt much,’ she told me. ‘But you’re getting away with far less than you should.’ I’ll never guess what her standard of pain is, I’ll tell you that.
“I didn’t notice anything until later, when I left. I was pretty sober by then, but feeling incredibly ill. I don’t think I’ve ever had a fever to rival it. There was a payphone nearby, and I called the first number I could think of.
“It was Zoë’s (or rather, the person who would become Zoë). I somehow managed to tell her that I needed help, and where I was. Then I waited.
“The woman who bit me saw me down there, and I guess she felt guilty somewhere. Maybe she was just rubbing it in. ‘That’s no ordinary bite,’ she told me. ‘You’re changed, now.’
“I didn’t know what she meant. ‘Changed?’ I mumbled.
“She smiled. ‘You’re a vampire now,’ she replied. Then she was gone. It never occurred to me not to believe her.
“Zoë eventually showed up in her old pickup. She asked me what happened, but somehow, I couldn’t bring myself to tell her. My one clear thought was that I could not hurt a friend. But it was becoming rapidly apparent that I needed some sort of sustenance. I hadn’t eaten in over twelve hours. And it occurred to me that Zoë would not appreciate me killing her, or worse, turning her, even if she did love vampires.
“She wanted to take me to the hospital, but I realised that this would be an accident waiting to happen. There wasn’t anything anyone could do for me, and I’d never find a way to eat. She asked me why, and I delayed replying. I realised after a while that she was still driving to the hospital. I panicked. The next thing I remembered, I was in a starch white bed and hooked up to several machines.
“I demanded to know where Zoë was. The nurses told me I’d bitten her, but otherwise she was fine. There’d been an accident. I’d flipped the truck and almost killed us both.
“What could I do? The blood I’d taken from her had helped heal me, but I could not face her after what I’d done. I only saw her once more. I tried to apologise, but she didn’t understand. How could she? I told her I wasn’t Kitty anymore, but the name I’d assumed as an artist and writer – Angel of Plot Twists. Aopt. I couldn’t bear to tell her what I’d done.
“I killed a nurse the night I left, after I’d officially gone, of course. I was smart enough to leave enough blood in her body to make it look natural. After that, I left, and went into hiding.”
She sighs and gazes mournfully at you. “I’m really very sorry about all this,” she tells you. “I guess it’s just a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
You begin to agree, but then she grabs your arm.
“So, although it was lovely to have a guest, I’m going to have to say goodbye now.”
You feel a sharp pain in your arm.
"It won't hurt...much," she says.
And then, nothing…
"I go for long periods of time without attacking," she continues. "That's probably why I'm so weak. But somehow I can't stand it. I could have been one of them. It's not them I really care about, it's that I'm really no better than they are, and yet I'm hunting them. And I won't say they deserve it, because I don't believe anyone deserves anything.
"But you're probably interested in how I came to be. That's an easy enough story. It began...I don't know. Years ago. When I was still in school. My friends and I, we were reckless. Too reckless, I guess. Well, I met this girl one night...one thing led to another, I guess, and I ended up going back to her place with her. I was drunk, too, a little – but then, so was she.
“She was a very welcoming host, and that’s all I’ll say on that matter. But she eventually had me pinned down, and then she bit me. She drew blood. I protested, that was a bit too far, but then she smiled. I’ll never forget what she said then. ‘It won’t hurt much,’ she told me. ‘But you’re getting away with far less than you should.’ I’ll never guess what her standard of pain is, I’ll tell you that.
“I didn’t notice anything until later, when I left. I was pretty sober by then, but feeling incredibly ill. I don’t think I’ve ever had a fever to rival it. There was a payphone nearby, and I called the first number I could think of.
“It was Zoë’s (or rather, the person who would become Zoë). I somehow managed to tell her that I needed help, and where I was. Then I waited.
“The woman who bit me saw me down there, and I guess she felt guilty somewhere. Maybe she was just rubbing it in. ‘That’s no ordinary bite,’ she told me. ‘You’re changed, now.’
“I didn’t know what she meant. ‘Changed?’ I mumbled.
“She smiled. ‘You’re a vampire now,’ she replied. Then she was gone. It never occurred to me not to believe her.
“Zoë eventually showed up in her old pickup. She asked me what happened, but somehow, I couldn’t bring myself to tell her. My one clear thought was that I could not hurt a friend. But it was becoming rapidly apparent that I needed some sort of sustenance. I hadn’t eaten in over twelve hours. And it occurred to me that Zoë would not appreciate me killing her, or worse, turning her, even if she did love vampires.
“She wanted to take me to the hospital, but I realised that this would be an accident waiting to happen. There wasn’t anything anyone could do for me, and I’d never find a way to eat. She asked me why, and I delayed replying. I realised after a while that she was still driving to the hospital. I panicked. The next thing I remembered, I was in a starch white bed and hooked up to several machines.
“I demanded to know where Zoë was. The nurses told me I’d bitten her, but otherwise she was fine. There’d been an accident. I’d flipped the truck and almost killed us both.
“What could I do? The blood I’d taken from her had helped heal me, but I could not face her after what I’d done. I only saw her once more. I tried to apologise, but she didn’t understand. How could she? I told her I wasn’t Kitty anymore, but the name I’d assumed as an artist and writer – Angel of Plot Twists. Aopt. I couldn’t bear to tell her what I’d done.
“I killed a nurse the night I left, after I’d officially gone, of course. I was smart enough to leave enough blood in her body to make it look natural. After that, I left, and went into hiding.”
She sighs and gazes mournfully at you. “I’m really very sorry about all this,” she tells you. “I guess it’s just a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
You begin to agree, but then she grabs your arm.
“So, although it was lovely to have a guest, I’m going to have to say goodbye now.”
You feel a sharp pain in your arm.
"It won't hurt...much," she says.
And then, nothing…
Statistics
| Total loot: | 733.14 litres of blood |
| Victims bitten (via link): | 23 |
| Fights: | 12 |
| Victories: | 0 |
| Defeats: | 12 |
| Draws: | 0 |
| Gold gained: | ~ 0.00  |
| Gold lost: | ~ 0.00 |
| Damage to enemies: | 33.63 |
| Damage from enemies: | 1168.07 |
The attributes of angelofplottwists:
| Character level: | Level 3 |
| Strength: |    (11) |
| Defence: | (11) |
| Agility: | (10) |
| Stamina: | (10) |
| Dexterity: | (12) |
| Experience: |   (35|45) |
The ancestral site statistics of angelofplottwists
| Attempted challenges: | 0 |
| Successful challenges: | 0 |
| Failed challenges: | 0 |
Profile
| Gender: | unknown |
| Age: | unknown Years |
| Hometown: | Santa Cruz |
| ICQ-number: | --- |
| MSN Messenger: | --- |
| Yahoo Messenger: | slayer_of_scum |
| AIM-Name: | woot tis kitty |
| Jabber ID | --- |
| Skype ID | --- |
Arena
angelofplottwists has not yet achieved a special arena rank.
angelofplottwists has created 1 Vampires so far:
| Zoe1975 | Level 41 | Loot 302937.04 litres of blood |