Vampire Traiitor to the blood
Character description
“The time of twilight is near.” So I say before I make the kill.
I was brought to my mistress, the Mistress between Dusk and Dawn, by another hoping to win her forgiveness. In doing so the other vampire showed himself a weakling by thinking a vampire should fear a human. By doing this, the act was not accepted and ended with the death of the other vampire and my rebirth.
I was born a human, a weak, pathetic human, who in anger killed vampires and werewolves alike. My anger was caused by a blood bath that had taken every thing that had been precious to me. I fought to my last living breath, in vain I realize now, for the beliefs that humans and I once held dear.
I once believed that I could cure the earth of evil, that I could rid the world of demons, but I forgot that the vampires and werewolves around me where once human as well. I thought if I was fast enough, smart enough, strong enough, I could save all of humanity.
My mother had fought against vampires, but like all humans, her emotions, mortality, and her fragile body could not stand up against those who had left weakness behind and had become in most senses immortal. My father, my father, the perfect example of human stupidity, drank himself to death, allowed grief and disappear to swallow him whole. Now I will not allow any to think good of him, he did not die of grief because of my mother’s death, no. No he died because he had no one to keep me away from him. A child that reminded him of something he could never control again, that is what killed him. The loss of power, the feeling of control, and most of all the money my mother’s family had given him.
To say I feel remorse for those in my past would be straight lies, I fought in anger because I could not destroy the thing I had hated most. As a human I had allowed myself to feel security in my power, the power humans sometimes think they can possess. In other words I had become arrogant in my thoughts and actions. I killed those that should not have been killed, the weak vampires, the weak werewolves that where loved and protected. So of course like the cattle humans are, I was hunted down and changed.
Why I wasn’t killed? The answer could only lay in the mind of the mistress who turned me. Since then I have done as was ordered and have done as I willed as well. I am free of mind and soul, yet I am still bond by loyalty to the one who did not kill me into non-existence, but to die forever more in this world.
I live between Sunset and Sunrise; the time of twilight is near.
"I am an artificial angel." May it so be declared.
I was brought to my mistress, the Mistress between Dusk and Dawn, by another hoping to win her forgiveness. In doing so the other vampire showed himself a weakling by thinking a vampire should fear a human. By doing this, the act was not accepted and ended with the death of the other vampire and my rebirth.
I was born a human, a weak, pathetic human, who in anger killed vampires and werewolves alike. My anger was caused by a blood bath that had taken every thing that had been precious to me. I fought to my last living breath, in vain I realize now, for the beliefs that humans and I once held dear.
I once believed that I could cure the earth of evil, that I could rid the world of demons, but I forgot that the vampires and werewolves around me where once human as well. I thought if I was fast enough, smart enough, strong enough, I could save all of humanity.
My mother had fought against vampires, but like all humans, her emotions, mortality, and her fragile body could not stand up against those who had left weakness behind and had become in most senses immortal. My father, my father, the perfect example of human stupidity, drank himself to death, allowed grief and disappear to swallow him whole. Now I will not allow any to think good of him, he did not die of grief because of my mother’s death, no. No he died because he had no one to keep me away from him. A child that reminded him of something he could never control again, that is what killed him. The loss of power, the feeling of control, and most of all the money my mother’s family had given him.
To say I feel remorse for those in my past would be straight lies, I fought in anger because I could not destroy the thing I had hated most. As a human I had allowed myself to feel security in my power, the power humans sometimes think they can possess. In other words I had become arrogant in my thoughts and actions. I killed those that should not have been killed, the weak vampires, the weak werewolves that where loved and protected. So of course like the cattle humans are, I was hunted down and changed.
Why I wasn’t killed? The answer could only lay in the mind of the mistress who turned me. Since then I have done as was ordered and have done as I willed as well. I am free of mind and soul, yet I am still bond by loyalty to the one who did not kill me into non-existence, but to die forever more in this world.
I live between Sunset and Sunrise; the time of twilight is near.
"I am an artificial angel." May it so be declared.
Statistics
| Total loot: | 8,415.87 litres of blood |
| Victims bitten (via link): | 5 |
| Fights: | 29 |
| Victories: | 17 |
| Defeats: | 12 |
| Draws: | 0 |
| Gold gained: | ~ 0.00  |
| Gold lost: | ~ 1,000.00 |
| Damage to enemies: | 1100.78 |
| Damage from enemies: | 1892.08 |
The attributes of Traiitor to the blood:
| Character level: | Level 7 |
| Strength: |    (19) |
| Defence: | (19) |
| Agility: | (19) |
| Stamina: | (19) |
| Dexterity: | (19) |
| Experience: |   (231|245) |
The ancestral site statistics of Traiitor to the blood
| Attempted challenges: | 0 |
| Successful challenges: | 0 |
| Failed challenges: | 0 |
Profile
| Gender: | female |
| Age: | unknown Years |
| Hometown: | Hidden between sunset and sunrise |
| ICQ-number: | --- |
| MSN Messenger: | --- |
| Yahoo Messenger: | --- |
| AIM-Name: | WindsWish |
| Jabber ID | --- |
| Skype ID | --- |
Arena
Traiitor to the blood has not yet achieved a special arena rank.