Vampire Flamewind
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Character description
Laughter takes on a different meaning to a vampire. A human can laugh in many different situations, whether they are embarrassing or just plain hilarious. But a vampire’s laugh doesn’t come often. And when it does, it’s cold, chilling. This simple fact brought the girl’s reality in check for the first time in weeks.
Before it happened, she’d been a devoted member to a small grouping of journalists setting out to start a newspaper in her district. (Hey, it was a small district… they didn’t get out much.) And so, she was the annoying woman carrying around a pad of paper, an inkbottle, and a quill tangled in her red locks. Yunno, the one who chases people around asking for an interview. Yeah, that was her.
The special thing about this newspaper was that nobody knew the names of the writers. The particular girl that hounded them each night was known as “Flamewind” for one reason or another. Not Flame. Not Wind. Flamewind. Through her job as an annoying literary hawk, Flamewind learned a lot about people in general.
Like, there were those who were walking fast, their faces red. They never stopped for interviews, and were often quite rude. There were others who were always chatting away random nonsense. They came in a flock, and loved to stop for interviews, even though the material they gave was, for the most part, useless. And that’s just a small example of what she found.
But then there was a special case one night. The night itself was especially chilly, and few humans were out. The couple she met was different, in a way that was indescribable by simple words. Something was off about them. Flamewind only got to speak to the girl, however, as her boyfriend—she guessed—left. Someone didn’t believe in interviews.
The interviewee soon introduced herself as Strand, a name that Flamewind had raised an eyebrow about before scribbling it down. Flamewind found that soon she was more interested in Strand than writing down the answers that were offered to her questions. It was as if she was hypnotized, and could look nowhere but into the other’s eyes. She saw only the deep depths of Strand’s eyes, until—
Strand broke the eye contact as her eyelids fluttered, and her knees gave out. Looking down at the heap on the ground that had been her interviewee, Flamewind did the only thing that made sense at the time, and offered her hand to the other girl. Strand took it, and yanked the other girl down, her eyes slowly morphing to a cloudy black color. “Can’t wait any more…” She murmured.
Flamewind attempted to pull away, but Strand’s hold grew tighter. She continued to mumble nonsense and brushed Flamewind’s hair from her neck. “W-what’re—” she choked out, before a sharp pain in her neck silenced her, and everything from there went black.
The next time she awoke, she was sleeping in a bed of the local hotel. There was nobody in the dusty room with her. Actually, the only hint that any soul had ever been there was a note that lay at the bedside table. It was hastily scribbled, and read with the basic theme of explaining what was to become of Flamewind. She was a vampire now, Strand wrote, a creature of darkness that spends time in the shadows and feeds off of mankind itself. Strand was apologetic for turning her, and mentioned many other things. The note itself was pretty long, and hit just about every point that Flamewind would need in the beginning of her dark new life.
And, at the very bottom was a small finishing note. PS: By the way, this room costs 100 gold a night. Flamewind had a groan for that one.
First order of business was to get out of her district and move on. After that, cold nights lay ahead. In that time, she did not laugh. It was as if the old Flamewind had forgotten how to laugh, or the vampire form has eradicated it from her. Whatever the case, she had no laughter to add to the times.
And then there was the hunger. It haunted the new vampire, night and day, never getting exhausted. She could resist it for a while, but after about a month, she grew weak. Flamewind’s only thoughts were: Blood… sleep… blood… blood? Where’s the blood?
The blood was there; her subconscious self would point at a randomized mortal every time Flamewind passed through a town. And after that first month, the said “randomized mortal” became dinner…
He struggled, but of course. It only made the moment sweeter; that way he kicked and writhed, but couldn’t break out of Flamewind’s grasp. The mortal’s blood was even better than the struggle—rich and metallic, it was his essence, his life she was drinking. But even the essence ended, the man’s thrumming heart stopped so suddenly it was a shock.
Flamewind stood and looked down at the dead man. She was really a vampire now, having had her first taste of blood. And it was so darn easy to get it, too. Slowly, a chuckle escaped her mouth. It grew in intensity, until it was a real laugh. It could’ve chilled any man listening to the bone.
Before it happened, she’d been a devoted member to a small grouping of journalists setting out to start a newspaper in her district. (Hey, it was a small district… they didn’t get out much.) And so, she was the annoying woman carrying around a pad of paper, an inkbottle, and a quill tangled in her red locks. Yunno, the one who chases people around asking for an interview. Yeah, that was her.
The special thing about this newspaper was that nobody knew the names of the writers. The particular girl that hounded them each night was known as “Flamewind” for one reason or another. Not Flame. Not Wind. Flamewind. Through her job as an annoying literary hawk, Flamewind learned a lot about people in general.
Like, there were those who were walking fast, their faces red. They never stopped for interviews, and were often quite rude. There were others who were always chatting away random nonsense. They came in a flock, and loved to stop for interviews, even though the material they gave was, for the most part, useless. And that’s just a small example of what she found.
But then there was a special case one night. The night itself was especially chilly, and few humans were out. The couple she met was different, in a way that was indescribable by simple words. Something was off about them. Flamewind only got to speak to the girl, however, as her boyfriend—she guessed—left. Someone didn’t believe in interviews.
The interviewee soon introduced herself as Strand, a name that Flamewind had raised an eyebrow about before scribbling it down. Flamewind found that soon she was more interested in Strand than writing down the answers that were offered to her questions. It was as if she was hypnotized, and could look nowhere but into the other’s eyes. She saw only the deep depths of Strand’s eyes, until—
Strand broke the eye contact as her eyelids fluttered, and her knees gave out. Looking down at the heap on the ground that had been her interviewee, Flamewind did the only thing that made sense at the time, and offered her hand to the other girl. Strand took it, and yanked the other girl down, her eyes slowly morphing to a cloudy black color. “Can’t wait any more…” She murmured.
Flamewind attempted to pull away, but Strand’s hold grew tighter. She continued to mumble nonsense and brushed Flamewind’s hair from her neck. “W-what’re—” she choked out, before a sharp pain in her neck silenced her, and everything from there went black.
The next time she awoke, she was sleeping in a bed of the local hotel. There was nobody in the dusty room with her. Actually, the only hint that any soul had ever been there was a note that lay at the bedside table. It was hastily scribbled, and read with the basic theme of explaining what was to become of Flamewind. She was a vampire now, Strand wrote, a creature of darkness that spends time in the shadows and feeds off of mankind itself. Strand was apologetic for turning her, and mentioned many other things. The note itself was pretty long, and hit just about every point that Flamewind would need in the beginning of her dark new life.
And, at the very bottom was a small finishing note. PS: By the way, this room costs 100 gold a night. Flamewind had a groan for that one.
First order of business was to get out of her district and move on. After that, cold nights lay ahead. In that time, she did not laugh. It was as if the old Flamewind had forgotten how to laugh, or the vampire form has eradicated it from her. Whatever the case, she had no laughter to add to the times.
And then there was the hunger. It haunted the new vampire, night and day, never getting exhausted. She could resist it for a while, but after about a month, she grew weak. Flamewind’s only thoughts were: Blood… sleep… blood… blood? Where’s the blood?
The blood was there; her subconscious self would point at a randomized mortal every time Flamewind passed through a town. And after that first month, the said “randomized mortal” became dinner…
He struggled, but of course. It only made the moment sweeter; that way he kicked and writhed, but couldn’t break out of Flamewind’s grasp. The mortal’s blood was even better than the struggle—rich and metallic, it was his essence, his life she was drinking. But even the essence ended, the man’s thrumming heart stopped so suddenly it was a shock.
Flamewind stood and looked down at the dead man. She was really a vampire now, having had her first taste of blood. And it was so darn easy to get it, too. Slowly, a chuckle escaped her mouth. It grew in intensity, until it was a real laugh. It could’ve chilled any man listening to the bone.
Statistics
| Total loot: | 44,745.07 litres of blood |
| Victims bitten (via link): | 8 |
| Fights: | 157 |
| Victories: | 52 |
| Defeats: | 105 |
| Draws: | 0 |
| Gold gained: | ~ 1,000.00  |
| Gold lost: | ~ 6,000.00 |
| Damage to enemies: | 4913.3 |
| Damage from enemies: | 18379.06 |
The attributes of Flamewind:
| Character level: | Level 17 |
| Strength: |    (33) |
| Defence: | (33) |
| Agility: | (32) |
| Stamina: | (32) |
| Dexterity: | (27) |
| Experience: |   (1366|1445) |
The ancestral site statistics of Flamewind
| Attempted challenges: | 0 |
| Successful challenges: | 0 |
| Failed challenges: | 0 |
The sentinel of Flamewind
| Sentinel breed: | Bionic hound |
| Sentinel name: | Bionic hound |
| Attack: | (14) |
| Defence: | (12) |
| Stamina: | (12) |
Profile
| Gender: | female |
| Age: | 15-20 Years |
| Hometown: | --- |
| ICQ-number: | --- |
| MSN Messenger: | --- |
| Yahoo Messenger: | --- |
| AIM-Name: | --- |
| Jabber ID | --- |
| Skype ID | --- |
Arena
Flamewind has not yet achieved a special arena rank.
Flamewind has created 1 Vampires so far:
| CuteXWhenXYouXScream | Level 1 | Loot 0 litres of blood |