Vampire Dragon_Protector
Clan:
Character description
My name is Shadow De La Cruz; also recognized as project Assassin. I was created for one purpose and one purpose only, to kill without reason. I feel nothing and I seek nothing. I kill innocent people. I am a weapon, nothing more.
It was the year 1845, when I suddenly felt something wasn't right. I ran out of my classroom and into my home, to find blood on my little brother's doorjamb when I opened the door, the walls were covered with his blood and the covers to the bed soaked. My little brother sprawled sideways on the bed with his eyes gouged out. I couldn't even count the number of stab wounds on his body and in his chest.
As I fought to control myself from screaming, I staggered down the hall to my parent’s room. The door was wide open as if welcoming anyone to witness the things that lay inside. Both of my parent’s bodies were crumpled on the floor bloody and mangled.
I looked around the room to see if the one that caused this was still here, suddenly I saw a shadow move in the far corner. I stood frozen, unable to move as it turned into a man, dressed in all black with his long black hair tied up in a ponytail. He smiled at me as I continued to stand there before he vanished, leaving me alone with my dead family. That night as I cried he returned, turning me into a slave, drinking from me when he wished. Beating me each time I tried to run.
One night he had friends over in order to rub the defeat of my parents and killing off the Carpathian Clan. He showed me off as if I was a piece of steak on the block. The metal collar wrapped around my neck tightly, cutting into my skin each time I fought back or tired to turn and make a break for it. I was always tied to his belt hook. Treating me like a dog that was to stupid to even think or live on its own. I learned and I studied from the books he left around or threw at me if I didn’t come to him when he demanded it.
I learned about vampires and slaves, knowing without slaves or a donor the vampire would die or even take without asking. That caused me to think to myself, if a slave was someone that gave his or her consent the vampire could claim and drink from them but I never agreed to it.
After the party we returned to his studies where I was chained to the floor beside his desk. My head resting in his lap as he continued to read and sign documents on his black desk. The cold floor burned against my skin, but I learned to bear the coldness because the clothes I wore were not really clothes. They consisted of a black ripped top and black panties. My body was always in his view, so if he wanted to play his little game of "Make the slave scream" he could easily win. My legs scared from the whip marks that had been placed on me from the years of torture. The top stained with blood, giving him and his friends the smell of the tasted the red wine and the pleasure of food. I did nothing but continue to fight him. But that night changed, I don’t really know why or how but it happened.
When Lord Darlyn retired to his chambers and me to my prison where no sun shined or away escape was possible, the sound of yelling filled my ears. I woke from a dead sleep, causing me to move towards the door to the cell and press my ears against the cold surface. The sound of Lord Darlyn hit my ears first. “She belongs to me. I have the claim over her and I will not allow you to remove her from my domain." he yelled. His voice filled with anger and rage. I could only think about the whips that would soon come to me after the other left.
"I have seen her fight against you and that shows you don’t have a claim over her. The laws state that is forbidden and I will remove her from your control." the other snapped. That voice was like a song in my ear. I wanted to hear more and more from that voice. I closed my eyes as I continued to listen. “You know that, Kade and that means she will be placed under the protection of the market until placed under someone she wishes."
A hiss filled my ears, my body pushed off of the door causing the sound of the metal collar around my neck to hit the door sending off the sound of metal clashing together. Silence filled the building soon after as I stopped hoping that they didn’t hear. Laughter broke the silence as Lord Darlyn began to speak again. "Slave, return to your sleep. “He yelled before he returned to speak. "Nickolas, you will leave and it will be now!" He snapped before the sound of claws raking on the floor filled the hallway and growls. "Pets, you will remove Nickolas now!” he growled again.
"Kade, if you are seeking a fight you have chosen well." he spoke without any emotions, but I could feel rage and something else that I didn’t know he had. His name rang in my head as I continued to pray and hope that I wouldn’t be beaten afterwards. Nickolas, his name sounded so sweet and gives the purr to it. Nickolas, would he be the same as Lord Darlyn? Would he beat me to when he wished?
The sounds of the claws broke my train of thought, knowing that the beautiful voice would stop and the rage filled voice of my lord would return. Sounds of foot steps became harder and harder to hear behind the cell door. I continued to sit there waiting and hoping that I would be saved and taken away. The pleading to God stopped as the door slammed open and the form of Lord Darlyn filled the door way. “How dare you! You are a sad little excuse for a slave. You disrespected me and you let another come here and try to free you.” He yelled with rage. His right hand moved to grab a whip causing the tip of the whip to hit the floor and rest there motionless. His eyes stared at me with anger, body flexed and ready before he moved fast and caused the whip to hit my legs painfully. I moaned softly as I continued to fight from screaming. One after another lash hit me, striking my stomach, arms and even my face. Each time I wouldn’t cry out or show him that he was winning. But it was cut short with the sound of a howl and a bang.
Nickolas had come back and with more fighters, I watched as they killed Lord Darlyn before me and laugh gently as Nickolas looked at me. He tilted his head as he held out his hand towards me. The face that could be sculpted into marble, it was so prefect that I wanted to be held close and to stare at the face that could bring peace to those who looked for it. After the death and the destruction of Lord Darlyn he brought me to his castle in the forest. Where, he summoned maids to clean my body and also the open wounds over each part of my body
It was the year 1845, when I suddenly felt something wasn't right. I ran out of my classroom and into my home, to find blood on my little brother's doorjamb when I opened the door, the walls were covered with his blood and the covers to the bed soaked. My little brother sprawled sideways on the bed with his eyes gouged out. I couldn't even count the number of stab wounds on his body and in his chest.
As I fought to control myself from screaming, I staggered down the hall to my parent’s room. The door was wide open as if welcoming anyone to witness the things that lay inside. Both of my parent’s bodies were crumpled on the floor bloody and mangled.
I looked around the room to see if the one that caused this was still here, suddenly I saw a shadow move in the far corner. I stood frozen, unable to move as it turned into a man, dressed in all black with his long black hair tied up in a ponytail. He smiled at me as I continued to stand there before he vanished, leaving me alone with my dead family. That night as I cried he returned, turning me into a slave, drinking from me when he wished. Beating me each time I tried to run.
One night he had friends over in order to rub the defeat of my parents and killing off the Carpathian Clan. He showed me off as if I was a piece of steak on the block. The metal collar wrapped around my neck tightly, cutting into my skin each time I fought back or tired to turn and make a break for it. I was always tied to his belt hook. Treating me like a dog that was to stupid to even think or live on its own. I learned and I studied from the books he left around or threw at me if I didn’t come to him when he demanded it.
I learned about vampires and slaves, knowing without slaves or a donor the vampire would die or even take without asking. That caused me to think to myself, if a slave was someone that gave his or her consent the vampire could claim and drink from them but I never agreed to it.
After the party we returned to his studies where I was chained to the floor beside his desk. My head resting in his lap as he continued to read and sign documents on his black desk. The cold floor burned against my skin, but I learned to bear the coldness because the clothes I wore were not really clothes. They consisted of a black ripped top and black panties. My body was always in his view, so if he wanted to play his little game of "Make the slave scream" he could easily win. My legs scared from the whip marks that had been placed on me from the years of torture. The top stained with blood, giving him and his friends the smell of the tasted the red wine and the pleasure of food. I did nothing but continue to fight him. But that night changed, I don’t really know why or how but it happened.
When Lord Darlyn retired to his chambers and me to my prison where no sun shined or away escape was possible, the sound of yelling filled my ears. I woke from a dead sleep, causing me to move towards the door to the cell and press my ears against the cold surface. The sound of Lord Darlyn hit my ears first. “She belongs to me. I have the claim over her and I will not allow you to remove her from my domain." he yelled. His voice filled with anger and rage. I could only think about the whips that would soon come to me after the other left.
"I have seen her fight against you and that shows you don’t have a claim over her. The laws state that is forbidden and I will remove her from your control." the other snapped. That voice was like a song in my ear. I wanted to hear more and more from that voice. I closed my eyes as I continued to listen. “You know that, Kade and that means she will be placed under the protection of the market until placed under someone she wishes."
A hiss filled my ears, my body pushed off of the door causing the sound of the metal collar around my neck to hit the door sending off the sound of metal clashing together. Silence filled the building soon after as I stopped hoping that they didn’t hear. Laughter broke the silence as Lord Darlyn began to speak again. "Slave, return to your sleep. “He yelled before he returned to speak. "Nickolas, you will leave and it will be now!" He snapped before the sound of claws raking on the floor filled the hallway and growls. "Pets, you will remove Nickolas now!” he growled again.
"Kade, if you are seeking a fight you have chosen well." he spoke without any emotions, but I could feel rage and something else that I didn’t know he had. His name rang in my head as I continued to pray and hope that I wouldn’t be beaten afterwards. Nickolas, his name sounded so sweet and gives the purr to it. Nickolas, would he be the same as Lord Darlyn? Would he beat me to when he wished?
The sounds of the claws broke my train of thought, knowing that the beautiful voice would stop and the rage filled voice of my lord would return. Sounds of foot steps became harder and harder to hear behind the cell door. I continued to sit there waiting and hoping that I would be saved and taken away. The pleading to God stopped as the door slammed open and the form of Lord Darlyn filled the door way. “How dare you! You are a sad little excuse for a slave. You disrespected me and you let another come here and try to free you.” He yelled with rage. His right hand moved to grab a whip causing the tip of the whip to hit the floor and rest there motionless. His eyes stared at me with anger, body flexed and ready before he moved fast and caused the whip to hit my legs painfully. I moaned softly as I continued to fight from screaming. One after another lash hit me, striking my stomach, arms and even my face. Each time I wouldn’t cry out or show him that he was winning. But it was cut short with the sound of a howl and a bang.
Nickolas had come back and with more fighters, I watched as they killed Lord Darlyn before me and laugh gently as Nickolas looked at me. He tilted his head as he held out his hand towards me. The face that could be sculpted into marble, it was so prefect that I wanted to be held close and to stare at the face that could bring peace to those who looked for it. After the death and the destruction of Lord Darlyn he brought me to his castle in the forest. Where, he summoned maids to clean my body and also the open wounds over each part of my body
Statistics
| Total loot: | 218,521.94 litres of blood |
| Victims bitten (via link): | 35 |
| Fights: | 638 |
| Victories: | 153 |
| Defeats: | 485 |
| Draws: | 0 |
| Gold gained: | ~ 5,000.00  |
| Gold lost: | ~ 29,000.00 |
| Damage to enemies: | 24199.26 |
| Damage from enemies: | 139317.42 |
The attributes of Dragon_Protector:
| Character level: | Level 35 |
| Strength: |    (54) |
| Defence: | (54) |
| Agility: | (54) |
| Stamina: | (55) |
| Dexterity: | (55) |
| Experience: |   (6123|6125) |
The ancestral site statistics of Dragon_Protector
| Attempted challenges: | 11 |
| Successful challenges: | 3 |
| Failed challenges: | 8 |
Profile
| Gender: | female |
| Age: | unknown Years |
| Hometown: | I have nothing but the shadows. |
| ICQ-number: | --- |
| MSN Messenger: | dhampir2000@msn.com |
| Yahoo Messenger: | --- |
| AIM-Name: | --- |
| Jabber ID | --- |
| Skype ID | --- |
Arena
Dragon_Protector has not yet achieved a special arena rank.
Dragon_Protector has created 11 Vampires so far:
| Pwgg | Level 3 | Loot 284.62 litres of blood |
| Kyriana | Level 1 | Loot 117.61 litres of blood |
| Leeahna | Level 1 | Loot 0 litres of blood |
| JessieSpade | Level 1 | Loot 0 litres of blood |
| Forsaken Doll | Level 1 | Loot 0 litres of blood |
| Wraithen | Level 1 | Loot 0 litres of blood |
| Yendor | Level 1 | Loot 0 litres of blood |
| Vlon | Level 1 | Loot 0 litres of blood |
| silverwolf1987 | Level 1 | Loot 0 litres of blood |
| SerenityKylin | Level 1 | Loot 0 litres of blood |
| Killian McKillsalot | Level 1 | Loot 0 litres of blood |