Vampire Alexandar
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Character description
Amidst a heated battle in the forestlands of Ravenwall, A shadowy figure sat and waited patiently. Observing the battle that ensued. Watching the powerful blows landed by the large green orc, who Alexandar accordingly called Bruiser. His axe was landing harder with every blow. Next to him was Alexandar Bloodheart, a knight of valor. He was once proud and righteous soldier for that which is good. His fall from grace would be harsh and unfortunate, but not without its benefits. For Alexandar's new ideals may have led him to untold powers normally unobtainable for a man of his former "stature".
Crunch! Bruiser's axe slammed his latest target's chest that instantly grew limp and fell to the ground. The orcish encampment had met more than their match when they attempted to capture that pair. The sun had set hours before the battle had started, leaving Alexandar and Bruiser free to complete their task without attracting any unwanted visitors. Torn flesh littered the ground and fresh blood stained the grass in the area where the orcs had made their camp. Body after body hit the ground as the duo pushed their way through, towards the orcs' leader. War cries could be heard as more flew to meet the enemy within their camp. A large stone sailed over Alexandar's shoulder hitting his companion square in the back. A cry of pain echoed from the orc's mouth, however, the stone did little more than enrage him. Gripping his axe in both hands he turned to his next target with a large arc in his swing, he slammed the broad side of the axe into the younger and smaller orcs torso. The sheer strength behind the attack sent the orc back several feet and crushed his ribcage; his body became unmoving and silent. Alexandar continued his fine swordsmanship, parrying and stabbing his enemies, keeping perfect time with his large companion.
After the last orc fell, the orcish chieftain boldly stepped from one of the tents. The chieftain shouted in his orcish language that he didn't like his meals destroying half of his clan. With that he slammed his staff down into the hard ground, raised his other arm and began to chant. Immediately after hearing the familiar words, the two sprang into action. Alexandar rushed into close quarters with his opponent, while his counterpart picked up a javelin-like weapon from a nearby corpse and threw it heavily at the chieftain’s chest. By the time the projectile reached its target the chieftain’s spell had been cast. The chieftain was then encircled by a glowing aura, which had deflected the javelin. Alexandar swung his sword at the chieftain, however, each strike he attempted bounced off this shield-like orb. The chieftain raised his staff high above his head in both hands, paused waiting for his spell to end. Once his shield was over, he then brought his staff down hard against the knight's body. The blow had taken Alexandar by surprise and he stumbled back a few feet. This bought the chieftain the time he needed to cast his next spell. Seconds later the grass and nearby branches had swiftly crept around their target, roughly tying themselves together in an attempt to completely and utterly immobilize every joint in the hero's body. Alexandar struggled viciously against his restraints until realizing there was no chance to escape their grasp. After seeing his long-time ally taken down this way, the blood coursed through the orc's veins, he bit down hard, gnashing his teeth together and then released his fierce battle cry. The chieftain barely flinched and took a step towards the screaming orc who was now charging full tilt with his axe raised. The chieftain’s face turned to a smile as he began to cast a new spell. As the large green orc ran in, he noticed too late that the ground was shifting in front of him. Almost instantly, the earth jetted upwards, knee-high to the orc. With no time to react he found himself sprawling forwards. He then felt his head come crashing into the hard ground and his hand lose its grip on his weapon. The chieftain's foot came down on the back of the bigger orc's neck and cast what would be the last spell he would need this battle. The orc tried to reach over and grab the leg of his captor and end his life with the anger he was feeling from being humiliated in combat, except he found that his entire body and been rendered immobile. He felt the weight of the chieftain’s foot leave his neck and heard the scrapping of his walk as he went to pick up the large orc's weapon, which had landed with its blade pointing towards its wielder. The chieftain carried the heavy axe back and placed its serrated edge against the orc's neck. Like a true executioner, the chieftain slowly raised the weapon until it was high above his head. The next instant happened very quickly. If the orc had listened carefully he would have understood the situation. The Shadowy assailant still continued to sit and wait patiently, without alerting anyone to its presence. In that instant, the three sounds that Bruiser had heard were the quiet sound of a single arrow ripping through the air. The squish that the arrow made as it pierced the chieftain's head and came to a halt halfway submerged into his brain. And lastly, the weak grunt made by the chieftain as his life had ended as quickly as he tried to end the orc's.
“I’ve been watching you two for some time now” said an approaching figure, now standing a few feet away from the former chieftain, “is it really that difficult for you two to stay out of trouble?” The slender figure moved into the light and the features became clearer, the figure had turned into a woman of incredible beauty. She moved toward the now immobilized Alexandar, with a movement of her hand the grass and foliage that surrounded him returned to normal. Alexandar darted up sword in hand “and who pray tell are you madam?” “I am the Dark Mistress Cyanntria, Alexandar,” said the woman, in a show of none aggression she returned her bow to its holder and knelt down near the corpse of the chieftain to examine her handiwork. Alexandar sheathed his sword. Bruiser, confused by what had transgressed proceeded to loot the corpses for any gold or valuables they might have.
“I see and how is that you know my name?” asked Alexandar.
“As I said before, I have been observing you two for quite some time now, I am not here as your enemy, I’m here to offer you something that might interest you”
“And what would that be?” he replied.
“…. Power …beyond your wildest dreams …glory awaits those that seek it.” She continued “Alexandar I chose you because of your potential, you could be one of the greats.”
“And if I say I will come with you, what then? What happens?” Alexandar asked intrigued
“If you decide to come with me then the mortals of this world will tell stories about you for thousands of years” said Cyanntria
“And if I stay here and continue my mission with my companion over there?” he asked
“Then you finish your mission become a captain, have a family and live free here” she replied “quite the quaint life, very nice, but you could be so much more, Alexandar who are we kidding we both know what you want most out of life, I can offer you that”
“Well I’m interested, you have me there, id like to see what you have to offer, lead the way” Alexandar yelled for his companion “BRUISER !!! come we’re leaving”. Bruiser came wading out form one of the tents with a hunk of meat in his mouth and a grin on his face.
“Actually Alexandar, I meant for only you”
“What about Bruiser?”
“His kind can’t be transformed as you can, it is useless for him to come… I am sorry I know how close u two are … we must be on our way, the sun is going to rise soon”
“What does that have to do with anyth-“
“Please this way” Cyanntria interrupted
Alexandar said his farewell to his companion and friend and told him they would see each other again. Soon after they left the orc encampment the two reached her domicile just outside the forest. The trees were dead around the mansion and the entire seemed somewhat … tainted. “So what kind of power did u say this was?” asked Alexandar. Lady Cyanntria explained as they entered her mansion “This power, Alexandar, will let you live forever give u the strength of your ogre friend” as she bends a bar iron with ease “And more” and as if some sort of magic she was gone Alexandar blinked confusingly then out of no where someone grabbed him from behind. For some reason he couldn’t move and it wasn’t the strength of the grapple it seemed as though he didn’t want to try and free himself as if under her charm. In the back of his mind Alexandar knew that if this woman this ... person whatever she was could easily dispose of him with the strength that she possessed, if that was her intent, and there would be nothing he could do about it. Then with the softest of voices she said “Alexandar Bloodheart, Maven of the Ardrivian Order, I grant you the power to slay those that stand in your way, I grant you … immortality” then with a powerful lunge she bit his neck. The bold knight didn’t yell out in pain for the bite didn’t hurt as much as felt … right.
Alexandar awoke what seemed like almost instantaneously from when he passed out. The Dark Mistress Cyanntria stood above him “Welcome my child, your true destiny begins tonight” …
Crunch! Bruiser's axe slammed his latest target's chest that instantly grew limp and fell to the ground. The orcish encampment had met more than their match when they attempted to capture that pair. The sun had set hours before the battle had started, leaving Alexandar and Bruiser free to complete their task without attracting any unwanted visitors. Torn flesh littered the ground and fresh blood stained the grass in the area where the orcs had made their camp. Body after body hit the ground as the duo pushed their way through, towards the orcs' leader. War cries could be heard as more flew to meet the enemy within their camp. A large stone sailed over Alexandar's shoulder hitting his companion square in the back. A cry of pain echoed from the orc's mouth, however, the stone did little more than enrage him. Gripping his axe in both hands he turned to his next target with a large arc in his swing, he slammed the broad side of the axe into the younger and smaller orcs torso. The sheer strength behind the attack sent the orc back several feet and crushed his ribcage; his body became unmoving and silent. Alexandar continued his fine swordsmanship, parrying and stabbing his enemies, keeping perfect time with his large companion.
After the last orc fell, the orcish chieftain boldly stepped from one of the tents. The chieftain shouted in his orcish language that he didn't like his meals destroying half of his clan. With that he slammed his staff down into the hard ground, raised his other arm and began to chant. Immediately after hearing the familiar words, the two sprang into action. Alexandar rushed into close quarters with his opponent, while his counterpart picked up a javelin-like weapon from a nearby corpse and threw it heavily at the chieftain’s chest. By the time the projectile reached its target the chieftain’s spell had been cast. The chieftain was then encircled by a glowing aura, which had deflected the javelin. Alexandar swung his sword at the chieftain, however, each strike he attempted bounced off this shield-like orb. The chieftain raised his staff high above his head in both hands, paused waiting for his spell to end. Once his shield was over, he then brought his staff down hard against the knight's body. The blow had taken Alexandar by surprise and he stumbled back a few feet. This bought the chieftain the time he needed to cast his next spell. Seconds later the grass and nearby branches had swiftly crept around their target, roughly tying themselves together in an attempt to completely and utterly immobilize every joint in the hero's body. Alexandar struggled viciously against his restraints until realizing there was no chance to escape their grasp. After seeing his long-time ally taken down this way, the blood coursed through the orc's veins, he bit down hard, gnashing his teeth together and then released his fierce battle cry. The chieftain barely flinched and took a step towards the screaming orc who was now charging full tilt with his axe raised. The chieftain’s face turned to a smile as he began to cast a new spell. As the large green orc ran in, he noticed too late that the ground was shifting in front of him. Almost instantly, the earth jetted upwards, knee-high to the orc. With no time to react he found himself sprawling forwards. He then felt his head come crashing into the hard ground and his hand lose its grip on his weapon. The chieftain's foot came down on the back of the bigger orc's neck and cast what would be the last spell he would need this battle. The orc tried to reach over and grab the leg of his captor and end his life with the anger he was feeling from being humiliated in combat, except he found that his entire body and been rendered immobile. He felt the weight of the chieftain’s foot leave his neck and heard the scrapping of his walk as he went to pick up the large orc's weapon, which had landed with its blade pointing towards its wielder. The chieftain carried the heavy axe back and placed its serrated edge against the orc's neck. Like a true executioner, the chieftain slowly raised the weapon until it was high above his head. The next instant happened very quickly. If the orc had listened carefully he would have understood the situation. The Shadowy assailant still continued to sit and wait patiently, without alerting anyone to its presence. In that instant, the three sounds that Bruiser had heard were the quiet sound of a single arrow ripping through the air. The squish that the arrow made as it pierced the chieftain's head and came to a halt halfway submerged into his brain. And lastly, the weak grunt made by the chieftain as his life had ended as quickly as he tried to end the orc's.
“I’ve been watching you two for some time now” said an approaching figure, now standing a few feet away from the former chieftain, “is it really that difficult for you two to stay out of trouble?” The slender figure moved into the light and the features became clearer, the figure had turned into a woman of incredible beauty. She moved toward the now immobilized Alexandar, with a movement of her hand the grass and foliage that surrounded him returned to normal. Alexandar darted up sword in hand “and who pray tell are you madam?” “I am the Dark Mistress Cyanntria, Alexandar,” said the woman, in a show of none aggression she returned her bow to its holder and knelt down near the corpse of the chieftain to examine her handiwork. Alexandar sheathed his sword. Bruiser, confused by what had transgressed proceeded to loot the corpses for any gold or valuables they might have.
“I see and how is that you know my name?” asked Alexandar.
“As I said before, I have been observing you two for quite some time now, I am not here as your enemy, I’m here to offer you something that might interest you”
“And what would that be?” he replied.
“…. Power …beyond your wildest dreams …glory awaits those that seek it.” She continued “Alexandar I chose you because of your potential, you could be one of the greats.”
“And if I say I will come with you, what then? What happens?” Alexandar asked intrigued
“If you decide to come with me then the mortals of this world will tell stories about you for thousands of years” said Cyanntria
“And if I stay here and continue my mission with my companion over there?” he asked
“Then you finish your mission become a captain, have a family and live free here” she replied “quite the quaint life, very nice, but you could be so much more, Alexandar who are we kidding we both know what you want most out of life, I can offer you that”
“Well I’m interested, you have me there, id like to see what you have to offer, lead the way” Alexandar yelled for his companion “BRUISER !!! come we’re leaving”. Bruiser came wading out form one of the tents with a hunk of meat in his mouth and a grin on his face.
“Actually Alexandar, I meant for only you”
“What about Bruiser?”
“His kind can’t be transformed as you can, it is useless for him to come… I am sorry I know how close u two are … we must be on our way, the sun is going to rise soon”
“What does that have to do with anyth-“
“Please this way” Cyanntria interrupted
Alexandar said his farewell to his companion and friend and told him they would see each other again. Soon after they left the orc encampment the two reached her domicile just outside the forest. The trees were dead around the mansion and the entire seemed somewhat … tainted. “So what kind of power did u say this was?” asked Alexandar. Lady Cyanntria explained as they entered her mansion “This power, Alexandar, will let you live forever give u the strength of your ogre friend” as she bends a bar iron with ease “And more” and as if some sort of magic she was gone Alexandar blinked confusingly then out of no where someone grabbed him from behind. For some reason he couldn’t move and it wasn’t the strength of the grapple it seemed as though he didn’t want to try and free himself as if under her charm. In the back of his mind Alexandar knew that if this woman this ... person whatever she was could easily dispose of him with the strength that she possessed, if that was her intent, and there would be nothing he could do about it. Then with the softest of voices she said “Alexandar Bloodheart, Maven of the Ardrivian Order, I grant you the power to slay those that stand in your way, I grant you … immortality” then with a powerful lunge she bit his neck. The bold knight didn’t yell out in pain for the bite didn’t hurt as much as felt … right.
Alexandar awoke what seemed like almost instantaneously from when he passed out. The Dark Mistress Cyanntria stood above him “Welcome my child, your true destiny begins tonight” …
Statistics
| Total loot: | 62,403.75 litres of blood |
| Victims bitten (via link): | 3 |
| Fights: | 216 |
| Victories: | 65 |
| Defeats: | 151 |
| Draws: | 0 |
| Gold gained: | ~ 1,000.00  |
| Gold lost: | ~ 5,000.00 |
| Damage to enemies: | 7606.17 |
| Damage from enemies: | 34168.95 |
The attributes of Alexandar:
| Character level: | Level 20 |
| Strength: |    (30) |
| Defence: | (36) |
| Agility: | (30) |
| Stamina: | (32) |
| Dexterity: | (30) |
| Experience: |   (1876|2000) |
The ancestral site statistics of Alexandar
| Attempted challenges: | 0 |
| Successful challenges: | 0 |
| Failed challenges: | 0 |
The sentinel of Alexandar
| Sentinel breed: | Hound |
| Sentinel name: | Bruiser |
| Attack: | (19) |
| Defence: | (20) |
| Stamina: | (14) |
Profile
| Gender: | male |
| Age: | 20-25 Years |
| Hometown: | --- |
| ICQ-number: | --- |
| MSN Messenger: | --- |
| Yahoo Messenger: | --- |
| AIM-Name: | --- |
| Jabber ID | --- |
| Skype ID | --- |
Arena
Alexandar has not yet achieved a special arena rank.
Alexandar has created 2 Vampires so far: