Vampire Ishara
Character description
white roses scatter to the floor of the cold tomb as the young woman wakes. Shes dressed in a delicate white gown, soft roses braided into her long black hair. The pale bride sits up, and her sleepy eyes show her the grim altar of stone that has been her bed. Suddenly Frightened and confused she tries to remember how she may have gotten here - her hand unconsiously reaching for the puncture marks at the side of her throat.
as her fingers touch the wounds she remembers with a shock -
the tall , quiet gentleman.. how he seemed to materialize out of the shadows at the party. His fair eyes darkened with a seductive hunger. His devouring gaze had drawn her to him. He'd smiled at her, a wolfish, heart melting smile and the moment he took her hand and pressed his lips to its tender flesh she had known she was lost. The night passed in a dizzying blur around them. He had walked her outside, away from the laughter and dancing people. He held her close, an arm about her waist and looked up at the starlit sky. She followed his wordless gesture and marveled at the brilliant night. She'd closed her eyes and smiled as a warm breeze came and swept through her hair, felt him lean close and bend to kiss her lips. She did not open her eyes as his hands slid down her body, drawing her to him in an intimate embrace while his head dipped to the soft, ticklish nape of her neck. She had hoped she wasnt dreaming.
A wonderous sensation of pleasure and then sudden shock of pain as his teeth broke through her skin. Yet she hadnt pulled away. She could have fought. Could have struggled. She tried for a moment - only a brief fleeting moment as the haze came and she knew her death was near .. but this was all she had ever wanted and never known. Her blood flowed into this tall dark stranger who held her, lovingly as he drew the life from her. The warmth of love spread through her entire being and as she slipped into the darkwaves, he pulled back to look into her fading eyes and all she could whisper with her last breath was "thank you"..
Now she wakes here, in her families tomb, dressed in her mothers wedding gown as if she were to be the Bride for the Grim reaper. she is alone. cold, and alone. she draws her knees up and wraps her arms around her legs. Where do I go from here? Where are you my sire, my dark prince?
as her fingers touch the wounds she remembers with a shock -
the tall , quiet gentleman.. how he seemed to materialize out of the shadows at the party. His fair eyes darkened with a seductive hunger. His devouring gaze had drawn her to him. He'd smiled at her, a wolfish, heart melting smile and the moment he took her hand and pressed his lips to its tender flesh she had known she was lost. The night passed in a dizzying blur around them. He had walked her outside, away from the laughter and dancing people. He held her close, an arm about her waist and looked up at the starlit sky. She followed his wordless gesture and marveled at the brilliant night. She'd closed her eyes and smiled as a warm breeze came and swept through her hair, felt him lean close and bend to kiss her lips. She did not open her eyes as his hands slid down her body, drawing her to him in an intimate embrace while his head dipped to the soft, ticklish nape of her neck. She had hoped she wasnt dreaming.
A wonderous sensation of pleasure and then sudden shock of pain as his teeth broke through her skin. Yet she hadnt pulled away. She could have fought. Could have struggled. She tried for a moment - only a brief fleeting moment as the haze came and she knew her death was near .. but this was all she had ever wanted and never known. Her blood flowed into this tall dark stranger who held her, lovingly as he drew the life from her. The warmth of love spread through her entire being and as she slipped into the darkwaves, he pulled back to look into her fading eyes and all she could whisper with her last breath was "thank you"..
Now she wakes here, in her families tomb, dressed in her mothers wedding gown as if she were to be the Bride for the Grim reaper. she is alone. cold, and alone. she draws her knees up and wraps her arms around her legs. Where do I go from here? Where are you my sire, my dark prince?
Statistics
| Total loot: | 73,702.00 litres of blood |
| Victims bitten (via link): | 0 |
| Fights: | 145 |
| Victories: | 27 |
| Defeats: | 118 |
| Draws: | 0 |
| Gold gained: | ~ 1,000.00  |
| Gold lost: | ~ 7,000.00 |
| Damage to enemies: | 3618.13 |
| Damage from enemies: | 31806.68 |
The attributes of Ishara:
| Character level: | Level 21 |
| Strength: |    (42) |
| Defence: | (43) |
| Agility: | (42) |
| Stamina: | (43) |
| Dexterity: | (31) |
| Experience: |   (2122|2205) |
The ancestral site statistics of Ishara
| Attempted challenges: | 1 |
| Successful challenges: | 1 |
| Failed challenges: | 0 |
The sentinel of Ishara
| Sentinel breed: | Rabid wolfhound |
| Sentinel name: | Rabid wolfhound |
| Attack: | (14) |
| Defence: | (15) |
| Stamina: | (14) |
Profile
| Gender: | female |
| Age: | 20-25 Years |
| Hometown: | Wouldnt you like to know |
| ICQ-number: | --- |
| MSN Messenger: | xxbrokenblackwingsxx |
| Yahoo Messenger: | --- |
| AIM-Name: | --- |
| Jabber ID | --- |
| Skype ID | --- |
Arena
Ishara has not yet achieved a special arena rank.