Vampire Elysian
Character description
Sitting alone on a headstone you notice a striking young woman. She can't be much older than 20. What is she doing out on a cold wintery night like this? And in a cemetary of all places. She doesn't appear to be paying any respects. In fact, it looks as though she's admiring the night's sky...and then her gaze turns to you. Shimmering green optics lock on your own and you feel yourself slowly walking towards her. Why are you drawn to her?
"Good evening. What brings someone like yourself out here? You know, it's dangerous to roam the streets at night..." Her voice is like velvet. A sort of deep rich tone with something so entrancing beneath it. You could ask her the same thing. Such a beauty as that and all alone in a cemetary. Her skin seems to reflect the moonlight, it's ghastly pale. You begin to wonder if there isn't something wrong with her. No. You don't know what it is, but something tells you she's in perfect health.
"Cat got your tongue?" That voice. So seductive. And her teeth. A bright white. Her clothes are simple, and yet even they have an elegant nature about them. Perhaps it's the body they're on. Her torso is wrapped in a form fitting crimson halter top, and fastened to her hips is a floor length black skirt. Along the side of her right leg is a slit in the material that rides dangerously far up.
Contrasting her bright eyes and pale skin is a head full of soft black curls. The tresses frame her face and spill over her shoulders. "You still haven't said a word. Am I that hideous?" A little pout appears on her face and it's all too irresistable.
You manage to stutter, "No m'lady...far from it. You're so..so..beautiful." But you can't help but feel slightly threatened. As though part of your body is telling you to run. You ignore it and draw closer to her, iinches from her in fact. Taking your hand she helps herself off the headstone and smiles at you. You seem to notice something about her teeth. Odd. Were those fangs?
"My name is Elysian, stranger. I'm sorry to inform you, but this will be your last night on earth." What? What did she say? You were too distracted by her enthralling gaze. Who cares anyway? Though you immediately regret this thought as you feel something horribly painful. A pair of ivory fangs sink into your neck and the beautiful temptress slowly begins to steal your life from you.
Perhaps nextime you'll head the words of your conscience; Beauty is deadly.
"Good evening. What brings someone like yourself out here? You know, it's dangerous to roam the streets at night..." Her voice is like velvet. A sort of deep rich tone with something so entrancing beneath it. You could ask her the same thing. Such a beauty as that and all alone in a cemetary. Her skin seems to reflect the moonlight, it's ghastly pale. You begin to wonder if there isn't something wrong with her. No. You don't know what it is, but something tells you she's in perfect health.
"Cat got your tongue?" That voice. So seductive. And her teeth. A bright white. Her clothes are simple, and yet even they have an elegant nature about them. Perhaps it's the body they're on. Her torso is wrapped in a form fitting crimson halter top, and fastened to her hips is a floor length black skirt. Along the side of her right leg is a slit in the material that rides dangerously far up.
Contrasting her bright eyes and pale skin is a head full of soft black curls. The tresses frame her face and spill over her shoulders. "You still haven't said a word. Am I that hideous?" A little pout appears on her face and it's all too irresistable.
You manage to stutter, "No m'lady...far from it. You're so..so..beautiful." But you can't help but feel slightly threatened. As though part of your body is telling you to run. You ignore it and draw closer to her, iinches from her in fact. Taking your hand she helps herself off the headstone and smiles at you. You seem to notice something about her teeth. Odd. Were those fangs?
"My name is Elysian, stranger. I'm sorry to inform you, but this will be your last night on earth." What? What did she say? You were too distracted by her enthralling gaze. Who cares anyway? Though you immediately regret this thought as you feel something horribly painful. A pair of ivory fangs sink into your neck and the beautiful temptress slowly begins to steal your life from you.
Perhaps nextime you'll head the words of your conscience; Beauty is deadly.
Statistics
| Total loot: | 13.60 litres of blood |
| Victims bitten (via link): | 6 |
| Fights: | 6 |
| Victories: | 1 |
| Defeats: | 5 |
| Draws: | 0 |
| Gold gained: | ~ 0.00  |
| Gold lost: | ~ 0.00 |
| Damage to enemies: | 52.86 |
| Damage from enemies: | 293.79 |
The attributes of Elysian:
| Character level: | Level 1 |
| Strength: |    (9) |
| Defence: | (9) |
| Agility: | (9) |
| Stamina: | (9) |
| Dexterity: | (9) |
| Experience: |   (6|5) |
The ancestral site statistics of Elysian
| Attempted challenges: | 0 |
| Successful challenges: | 0 |
| Failed challenges: | 0 |
Profile
| Gender: | female |
| Age: | 15-20 Years |
| Hometown: | Sunnydale |
| ICQ-number: | --- |
| MSN Messenger: | --- |
| Yahoo Messenger: | --- |
| AIM-Name: | --- |
| Jabber ID | --- |
| Skype ID | --- |
Arena
Elysian has not yet achieved a special arena rank.
Elysian has created 2 Vampires so far:
| Sikkapox | Level 1 | Loot 0 litres of blood |
| Callicantzaro | Level 1 | Loot 0 litres of blood |