Vampire Cae Komanoe
Clan:
Character description
A small girl with a sits in a small chapel. She looks nervous and at a loss of what to do with herself. Her body is lithe, that of a dancer. It looks odd, as if it should be in motion, rather than hunched up in the corner of a dingy church.
She sits in a pew, three rows from the back to the far left. Even as people crowd into the church, no one sits by her. Her feet-- barefoot and callused, ballet feet-- are pulled up onto the bench. Her head is turned down, but she is quite obviously listening to the preacher. If she were to lift her head, she has no doubt the people precariously seated-- looking uneasy, nearly five feet away even now,-- would scoot even farther back.
Her face is beautiful, a long, straight aristocratic nose and high cheekbones. Long blond lashes matching long blond hair. Her hair, however, had seen better days, full of dirt and muck and tangled. Her eyes were clear, though, not a junkie's-- light blue and clear as day.
It is not her looks that would frighten them, just as it was not her looks that drove them away. She is different, they know this, subconsciously. Her face shows this difference far more clearly. Her teeth- far sharper than a normal teenage girls-- drawn back into a sneer. Normal teenage girls, she sneers the phase in her head, not even close.
She looks as if crying, but her face is dry. It's one of the things she misses. Oh, and how she misses, longs for so many things. Usually she keeps her longings down to small things. The taste of the Coke she used to drink after school or the feeling a hot bath. It wasn't the same anymore.
Now that she sits in the church, she allows herself to miss the bigger things. Her mother's laugh; her father's smile; the way her little sister used to coo and speak in her sleep. She wants to cry; she can feeling it welling up in her cold, dead chest. No sound escapes her, though, and she doesn't cry. Not one tear.
Soon, the service is over, the preacher stepping down, people slowly setting off home. It seemed so short; half an hour, an hour. Human measurements, useless now.
She slips out the back, walking carefully down a shaded alley, shying away from even a glimmer of light. Her footsteps don't make a sound. She can feel it now, the hunger that the longings for a human world had driven away for just a few minutes. They hit her in full force, now, and she nearly trips. She doesn't quite, though, her ballet-trained toes catching her with barely a falter.
Her eyes lift to the end of the alley. She sees her and smiles. Golden hawk-like eyes watch her, but she doesn't flinch away. Instead she meets them with her own light blue ones. The woman's arms open and she lets go of her speed. She lets her feet carry her, faster than the eye can see, into the woman's arms. It isn't warm, but the embrace speaks of care. She closes her eyes and dreams of a life without these longings-- for the both the human world, and for blood-- a life that is more simple. Just the two of them, forever.
She sits in a pew, three rows from the back to the far left. Even as people crowd into the church, no one sits by her. Her feet-- barefoot and callused, ballet feet-- are pulled up onto the bench. Her head is turned down, but she is quite obviously listening to the preacher. If she were to lift her head, she has no doubt the people precariously seated-- looking uneasy, nearly five feet away even now,-- would scoot even farther back.
Her face is beautiful, a long, straight aristocratic nose and high cheekbones. Long blond lashes matching long blond hair. Her hair, however, had seen better days, full of dirt and muck and tangled. Her eyes were clear, though, not a junkie's-- light blue and clear as day.
It is not her looks that would frighten them, just as it was not her looks that drove them away. She is different, they know this, subconsciously. Her face shows this difference far more clearly. Her teeth- far sharper than a normal teenage girls-- drawn back into a sneer. Normal teenage girls, she sneers the phase in her head, not even close.
She looks as if crying, but her face is dry. It's one of the things she misses. Oh, and how she misses, longs for so many things. Usually she keeps her longings down to small things. The taste of the Coke she used to drink after school or the feeling a hot bath. It wasn't the same anymore.
Now that she sits in the church, she allows herself to miss the bigger things. Her mother's laugh; her father's smile; the way her little sister used to coo and speak in her sleep. She wants to cry; she can feeling it welling up in her cold, dead chest. No sound escapes her, though, and she doesn't cry. Not one tear.
Soon, the service is over, the preacher stepping down, people slowly setting off home. It seemed so short; half an hour, an hour. Human measurements, useless now.
She slips out the back, walking carefully down a shaded alley, shying away from even a glimmer of light. Her footsteps don't make a sound. She can feel it now, the hunger that the longings for a human world had driven away for just a few minutes. They hit her in full force, now, and she nearly trips. She doesn't quite, though, her ballet-trained toes catching her with barely a falter.
Her eyes lift to the end of the alley. She sees her and smiles. Golden hawk-like eyes watch her, but she doesn't flinch away. Instead she meets them with her own light blue ones. The woman's arms open and she lets go of her speed. She lets her feet carry her, faster than the eye can see, into the woman's arms. It isn't warm, but the embrace speaks of care. She closes her eyes and dreams of a life without these longings-- for the both the human world, and for blood-- a life that is more simple. Just the two of them, forever.
Statistics
| Total loot: | 44,045.07 litres of blood |
| Victims bitten (via link): | 3 |
| Fights: | 163 |
| Victories: | 59 |
| Defeats: | 104 |
| Draws: | 0 |
| Gold gained: | ~ 1,000.00  |
| Gold lost: | ~ 5,000.00 |
| Damage to enemies: | 5322.87 |
| Damage from enemies: | 28963.85 |
The attributes of Cae Komanoe:
| Character level: | Level 17 |
| Strength: |    (36) |
| Defence: | (36) |
| Agility: | (33) |
| Stamina: | (33) |
| Dexterity: | (32) |
| Experience: |   (1345|1445) |
The ancestral site statistics of Cae Komanoe
| Attempted challenges: | 0 |
| Successful challenges: | 0 |
| Failed challenges: | 0 |
The sentinel of Cae Komanoe
| Sentinel breed: | Hound |
| Sentinel name: | Hound |
| Attack: | (23) |
| Defence: | (23) |
| Stamina: | (23) |
Profile
| Gender: | female |
| Age: | unknown Years |
| Hometown: | unknown |
| ICQ-number: | --- |
| MSN Messenger: | --- |
| Yahoo Messenger: | --- |
| AIM-Name: | --- |
| Jabber ID | --- |
| Skype ID | --- |
Arena
Cae Komanoe has not yet achieved a special arena rank.