Vampire Ein Zufalliges Madchen
Was created by an Elder vampire 22/04/2006 at 13:07:55
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Character description
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I sit alone, with only the comfort of darkness,on a log that rests on a small hill, facing the town below us. My presence hidden by trees. The wind pulls at my leather trenchcoat. Long black hair hanging in my face. I'm drenched from the current down poor. What a pathetic sight i must make.
I play with my handy knife, while thinking. Wondering what i will do next. My eyes are fixed on the town. My non-exhintent soul craving the life of others on my lips. Wishing i could be with someone, so to not feel as alone as i do now.Missing the feeling of being loved. But i remain aware of my surroundings.
I know your not to far off. Watching me, thinking i must have exscaped from the luney bin. Thinking your a safe distance away. I know your not a threat. If you make any sudden movements my knife will be in your chest in a matter of 2.5 seconds. I also keep an ear out for those damn werewolves. What mongrels they are! Filthy beasts. yes, some may be okay. Not all fall under the sterotype. But all the beasts that i have met lack any manors at all. They deserve the death and beatings we give them.And smell, quiet frankly, worse than humans.
My gaze shifts upwards, the moon peeks out behind a cloud. Casting its glow down upon me. Moonlight reflecting off the various silver hoops in my ears. A glimmer of light catches your eye, i also have a lip ring.The moon is Not yet full. I stand quickly. I pull of my coat, and lay it neatly on the log. i shall come back for that later. I'm quicker without it. I slip off my combat boots,And put my knife into the warm saftey of my pocket, slipping into stealth mode.My white tank clings to my frame. the top of a tatoo shows above the back of the whife beater. A tribel tatoo on my right bicep. the tatoo on my left wrist is a chain, held together with a lock, Dante printed elegantly on it.I can't stand the dull ache for blood anylonger. Innocent will die tonight. Family will grieve for them. But it's all apart of my survival. But still, i can't help but feel a little sorry for them.
I dissapear before you eyes. You think your safe, but feel a little creeped out by what you've seen, i watch you turn to head home, probably back to your family.
Your eyes widen.your Mouth shapeing into an O to scream as i flash you a quick smile of my fangs. Your Scream rings out in the hillside, but doesn't quite make it to the town on account of the thunder. My fangs are sunk into your neck by the time you realized what was going on. I'm draining your life, and it feels so damn good. You don't seem to understand why you find pleasure from this kiss of death. But you do. You stuck in my trance, doing anything but putting upa fight.
In a few moments, you dead eyes stare up into the rain. I've had my fill, i leave your body for the wolves. You had a nice taste.
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I sit alone, with only the comfort of darkness,on a log that rests on a small hill, facing the town below us. My presence hidden by trees. The wind pulls at my leather trenchcoat. Long black hair hanging in my face. I'm drenched from the current down poor. What a pathetic sight i must make.
I play with my handy knife, while thinking. Wondering what i will do next. My eyes are fixed on the town. My non-exhintent soul craving the life of others on my lips. Wishing i could be with someone, so to not feel as alone as i do now.Missing the feeling of being loved. But i remain aware of my surroundings.
I know your not to far off. Watching me, thinking i must have exscaped from the luney bin. Thinking your a safe distance away. I know your not a threat. If you make any sudden movements my knife will be in your chest in a matter of 2.5 seconds. I also keep an ear out for those damn werewolves. What mongrels they are! Filthy beasts. yes, some may be okay. Not all fall under the sterotype. But all the beasts that i have met lack any manors at all. They deserve the death and beatings we give them.And smell, quiet frankly, worse than humans.
My gaze shifts upwards, the moon peeks out behind a cloud. Casting its glow down upon me. Moonlight reflecting off the various silver hoops in my ears. A glimmer of light catches your eye, i also have a lip ring.The moon is Not yet full. I stand quickly. I pull of my coat, and lay it neatly on the log. i shall come back for that later. I'm quicker without it. I slip off my combat boots,And put my knife into the warm saftey of my pocket, slipping into stealth mode.My white tank clings to my frame. the top of a tatoo shows above the back of the whife beater. A tribel tatoo on my right bicep. the tatoo on my left wrist is a chain, held together with a lock, Dante printed elegantly on it.I can't stand the dull ache for blood anylonger. Innocent will die tonight. Family will grieve for them. But it's all apart of my survival. But still, i can't help but feel a little sorry for them.
I dissapear before you eyes. You think your safe, but feel a little creeped out by what you've seen, i watch you turn to head home, probably back to your family.
Your eyes widen.your Mouth shapeing into an O to scream as i flash you a quick smile of my fangs. Your Scream rings out in the hillside, but doesn't quite make it to the town on account of the thunder. My fangs are sunk into your neck by the time you realized what was going on. I'm draining your life, and it feels so damn good. You don't seem to understand why you find pleasure from this kiss of death. But you do. You stuck in my trance, doing anything but putting upa fight.
In a few moments, you dead eyes stare up into the rain. I've had my fill, i leave your body for the wolves. You had a nice taste.
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Statistics
| Total loot: | 6,618.84 litres of blood |
| Victims bitten (via link): | 39 |
| Fights: | 59 |
| Victories: | 16 |
| Defeats: | 43 |
| Draws: | 0 |
| Gold gained: | ~ 0.00  |
| Gold lost: | ~ 0.00 |
| Damage to enemies: | 1417.31 |
| Damage from enemies: | 4072.39 |
The attributes of Ein Zufalliges Madchen:
| Character level: | Level 7 |
| Strength: |    (19) |
| Defence: | (15) |
| Agility: | (12) |
| Stamina: | (14) |
| Dexterity: | (14) |
| Experience: |   (214|245) |
The ancestral site statistics of Ein Zufalliges Madchen
| Attempted challenges: | 0 |
| Successful challenges: | 0 |
| Failed challenges: | 0 |
The sentinel of Ein Zufalliges Madchen
| Sentinel breed: | Hound |
| Sentinel name: | Hound |
| Attack: | (5) |
| Defence: | (4) |
| Stamina: | (4) |
Profile
| Gender: | female |
| Age: | 15-20 Years |
| Hometown: | Hole in the wall |
| ICQ-number: | --- |
| MSN Messenger: | --- |
| Yahoo Messenger: | random.death |
| AIM-Name: | sycohappybunnie |
| Jabber ID | --- |
| Skype ID | --- |
Arena
Ein Zufalliges Madchen has not yet achieved a special arena rank.
Ein Zufalliges Madchen has created 3 Vampires so far:
| Sugomi | Level 9 | Loot 12448.38 litres of blood |
| Schizophrenic_Teddy | Level 4 | Loot 2280.7 litres of blood |
| lovelybloodlessone3 | Level 1 | Loot 0 litres of blood |