Vampire Qing Jao
Was created by an Elder vampire 06/04/2006 at 02:53:33
Clan:
Character description
Born of a noble family, I was raised with the best education and training money could buy. Sadly, fate frowns equally on the rich as well as the poor. Those born into luck sometimes find themselves as helpless as any other. Such is my story...
I was 23 years old, unmarried and untouched, and word travelled near and far about the beautiful spinster daughter of Le Duke D'Anoise. My father found no suitor good enough.
I was nearing the sixth month of my 24th year when out of no where swooped in a dark and beautiful man. A man who smiled shadows, and spoke in cobweb whispers, sweet and sinister nothings for my ears alone. In this way, drew me to him, and I knew I loved him. With his piercing eyes and softly hypnotizing voice, he told me of an immortal life, full of riches and splendor. Together, he and I could have eternity...
The night I was turned was a clear autumn eve, with a slight chill in the air. My mother had just retired for the night, and my unsuspecting father read in his study. My love came silently to my window, in secret, as always. With a cold new glint in his eye, he told me to raise my chin. He stepped closer. For an instant, I tried to say, "Stop!" but the only sound that came from my lips was a small cry as my dark love sank his sharp and glittering teeth in to my pale, soft skin. it was but a few minutes, yet seemed to be an eternity that he drank of my blood and drained my life. When he was done, I was weakend and delirious. I know not what happened after that, but in the early morning hours before the sun rose over the hills in the East, my hypnotic mystery man awoke me, and told me that it was time to leave. Already, the servants could be heard making preparations for the day. Still feeling a little weak, my lover helped me through the window. Looking over my shoulder, I gasped as I saw the mess we were leaving behind. Blood soaked my bed, and had puddled onto the floor, seeping through cracks and turning the bedside rug a horrid brownish red. It was apparent that in his excitement, my lover had been messy. Small droplets splattered the bedside tables and bed curtains to finish the look. The household was sures sbe in an uproar within the hour, and within two, the entire counrtyside would be.
"It is not our concern, love..." he whispered. "Let us depart before the sun shines, or it will be the end of us."
With a strange mixture of heaviness and excitement, I followed him through the window and down the lane to a dark carriage pulled by dark horses. We were carried away, and never once have I looked back with regret...
Many a century has gone by since I was given the gift - and curse - of immortality. I have seen many of my clan perish, some to misfortune, and others to their own stupidity. I have seen the deaths of both of my parents and various relatives. Everyone I had known in my previous life has been gone for countless years. I mourned those I knew well, yet still I have no regret.
For centuries, I lived for the dark man who created me... Until one horrid night, when he was forever torn from me. Tensions between werewolves and Vampires had been high, and our clan had slain many who dared to show their mangy hides within tracking range. We had a few human informants whom we believed could be trusted. Sadly, one proved us wrong.
My love and I were tracking a small group of werewolves one late night when we came to a small clearing. Something tingled my senses, made the hair on my nape stand straight, but my love continued to move in.
"Stop," I whispered, "Please... let us turn back."
"No," he hissed, "We shall end these pitiful lives." and as he turned, I heard a ghastly howl, soon joined by four more. He stopped with a jerk, then crumpled to the ground with an arrow protruding from his chest. I could see that he was waiting for something to happen. I went to him, for I knew that a mere arrow could not kill us. I bent down to pull the shaft from his chest to release him from the ground and heard a low growl.
to be continued...
I was 23 years old, unmarried and untouched, and word travelled near and far about the beautiful spinster daughter of Le Duke D'Anoise. My father found no suitor good enough.
I was nearing the sixth month of my 24th year when out of no where swooped in a dark and beautiful man. A man who smiled shadows, and spoke in cobweb whispers, sweet and sinister nothings for my ears alone. In this way, drew me to him, and I knew I loved him. With his piercing eyes and softly hypnotizing voice, he told me of an immortal life, full of riches and splendor. Together, he and I could have eternity...
The night I was turned was a clear autumn eve, with a slight chill in the air. My mother had just retired for the night, and my unsuspecting father read in his study. My love came silently to my window, in secret, as always. With a cold new glint in his eye, he told me to raise my chin. He stepped closer. For an instant, I tried to say, "Stop!" but the only sound that came from my lips was a small cry as my dark love sank his sharp and glittering teeth in to my pale, soft skin. it was but a few minutes, yet seemed to be an eternity that he drank of my blood and drained my life. When he was done, I was weakend and delirious. I know not what happened after that, but in the early morning hours before the sun rose over the hills in the East, my hypnotic mystery man awoke me, and told me that it was time to leave. Already, the servants could be heard making preparations for the day. Still feeling a little weak, my lover helped me through the window. Looking over my shoulder, I gasped as I saw the mess we were leaving behind. Blood soaked my bed, and had puddled onto the floor, seeping through cracks and turning the bedside rug a horrid brownish red. It was apparent that in his excitement, my lover had been messy. Small droplets splattered the bedside tables and bed curtains to finish the look. The household was sures sbe in an uproar within the hour, and within two, the entire counrtyside would be.
"It is not our concern, love..." he whispered. "Let us depart before the sun shines, or it will be the end of us."
With a strange mixture of heaviness and excitement, I followed him through the window and down the lane to a dark carriage pulled by dark horses. We were carried away, and never once have I looked back with regret...
Many a century has gone by since I was given the gift - and curse - of immortality. I have seen many of my clan perish, some to misfortune, and others to their own stupidity. I have seen the deaths of both of my parents and various relatives. Everyone I had known in my previous life has been gone for countless years. I mourned those I knew well, yet still I have no regret.
For centuries, I lived for the dark man who created me... Until one horrid night, when he was forever torn from me. Tensions between werewolves and Vampires had been high, and our clan had slain many who dared to show their mangy hides within tracking range. We had a few human informants whom we believed could be trusted. Sadly, one proved us wrong.
My love and I were tracking a small group of werewolves one late night when we came to a small clearing. Something tingled my senses, made the hair on my nape stand straight, but my love continued to move in.
"Stop," I whispered, "Please... let us turn back."
"No," he hissed, "We shall end these pitiful lives." and as he turned, I heard a ghastly howl, soon joined by four more. He stopped with a jerk, then crumpled to the ground with an arrow protruding from his chest. I could see that he was waiting for something to happen. I went to him, for I knew that a mere arrow could not kill us. I bent down to pull the shaft from his chest to release him from the ground and heard a low growl.
to be continued...
Statistics
| Total loot: | 155,028.73 litres of blood |
| Victims bitten (via link): | 312 |
| Fights: | 650 |
| Victories: | 311 |
| Defeats: | 339 |
| Draws: | 0 |
| Gold gained: | ~ 10,000.00  |
| Gold lost: | ~ 24,000.00 |
| Damage to enemies: | 41197.97 |
| Damage from enemies: | 85806.87 |
The attributes of Qing Jao:
| Character level: | Level 30 |
| Strength: |    (56) |
| Defence: | (47) |
| Agility: | (56) |
| Stamina: | (56) |
| Dexterity: | (46) |
| Experience: |   (4463|4500) |
The ancestral site statistics of Qing Jao
| Attempted challenges: | 0 |
| Successful challenges: | 0 |
| Failed challenges: | 0 |
The sentinel of Qing Jao
| Sentinel breed: | Apocalyptic wolfhound |
| Sentinel name: | cuddles |
| Attack: | (20) |
| Defence: | (19) |
| Stamina: | (18) |
Profile
| Gender: | female |
| Age: | 20-25 Years |
| Hometown: | Phoenix |
| ICQ-number: | --- |
| MSN Messenger: | --- |
| Yahoo Messenger: | i_like_2_eat_paste |
| AIM-Name: | --- |
| Jabber ID | --- |
| Skype ID | --- |
Arena
Qing Jao has not yet achieved a special arena rank.
Qing Jao has created 5 Vampires so far:
| Lagliper | Level 24 | Loot 98271.1 litres of blood |
| Saani | Level 16 | Loot 36804.39 litres of blood |
| Crodo | Level 11 | Loot 17717.56 litres of blood |
| Ezekiel Atari | Level 1 | Loot 11.82 litres of blood |
| Bloody Desire | Level 1 | Loot 0 litres of blood |