Vampire Death of Bukovina
Character description
It al started...roughly five years ago. I was in college..when I met my nightly visitor. She was so mysterious, so intoxicating, she was amazing, or so I thought. Then one night..I awoke to find her standing over me, a hand dancing over my cheek. At first, I thought I was dreaming, but as she placed one of her soft kisses on my lips, I slowly drifted back to sleep. This went on for many nights. Sleep,wake..kiss...dream.
Then one night I awoke to find this women over me again, once more stroking my face with her hauntingly empty eyes and her soft and gentle kisses. This time, however, her lips traveled to the hollow of my neck and it was then, as she gazed at me, I glimpsed the shimmering of a fang. At first, I thought that sleep was still in my mind, that I was drowsy, but as I felt cold ivory pierce my throat, I knew that this was no dream, this was no nightmare, this was real. She was real.
I awoke in her home.....in her bed,,,,with her clothes on. When I raised up, I felt..different, lighter, much stronger. That's when I realized what she was and what I had become. She demand that I travel with her accross the countires. She taught me many things, revealing her name was Hakurin. She taught me to feed, to kill if neccessary and to hunt, to blend in with normal society. Then we came to Bukovina. It was alittle town, in the middle of the harsh desert...full of innocent people. That is when the backlash of The Thirst...struck me. I feasted upon the blood and flesh of every person in that little town, thus becoming known as Death of Bukovina.Oh the screams of fear. They still ring in my mind as we went from house to house. Me, in my insane fury and her...standing over me at each victim with a cool collective, almost approving smile. She seemed to look at me in a different light after that.
My real name is only known to my Mistress, who seldoms uses it....referring to me most often as love, or dear. Now..I bow before my Mistress Hakurin, knowing that her bidding be done...and that mine shall be served after. She took me as her lair mate, and for that, i give thanks to her, and follow her cause.
Then one night I awoke to find this women over me again, once more stroking my face with her hauntingly empty eyes and her soft and gentle kisses. This time, however, her lips traveled to the hollow of my neck and it was then, as she gazed at me, I glimpsed the shimmering of a fang. At first, I thought that sleep was still in my mind, that I was drowsy, but as I felt cold ivory pierce my throat, I knew that this was no dream, this was no nightmare, this was real. She was real.
I awoke in her home.....in her bed,,,,with her clothes on. When I raised up, I felt..different, lighter, much stronger. That's when I realized what she was and what I had become. She demand that I travel with her accross the countires. She taught me many things, revealing her name was Hakurin. She taught me to feed, to kill if neccessary and to hunt, to blend in with normal society. Then we came to Bukovina. It was alittle town, in the middle of the harsh desert...full of innocent people. That is when the backlash of The Thirst...struck me. I feasted upon the blood and flesh of every person in that little town, thus becoming known as Death of Bukovina.Oh the screams of fear. They still ring in my mind as we went from house to house. Me, in my insane fury and her...standing over me at each victim with a cool collective, almost approving smile. She seemed to look at me in a different light after that.
My real name is only known to my Mistress, who seldoms uses it....referring to me most often as love, or dear. Now..I bow before my Mistress Hakurin, knowing that her bidding be done...and that mine shall be served after. She took me as her lair mate, and for that, i give thanks to her, and follow her cause.
Statistics
| Total loot: | 12,172.27 litres of blood |
| Victims bitten (via link): | 9 |
| Fights: | 59 |
| Victories: | 14 |
| Defeats: | 45 |
| Draws: | 0 |
| Gold gained: | ~ 0.00  |
| Gold lost: | ~ 2,000.00 |
| Damage to enemies: | 525.27 |
| Damage from enemies: | 8706.75 |
The attributes of Death of Bukovina:
| Character level: | Level 9 |
| Strength: |    (13) |
| Defence: | (13) |
| Agility: | (13) |
| Stamina: | (13) |
| Dexterity: | (13) |
| Experience: |   (380|405) |
The ancestral site statistics of Death of Bukovina
| Attempted challenges: | 0 |
| Successful challenges: | 0 |
| Failed challenges: | 0 |
Profile
| Gender: | male |
| Age: | 15-20 Years |
| Hometown: | --- |
| ICQ-number: | --- |
| MSN Messenger: | --- |
| Yahoo Messenger: | --- |
| AIM-Name: | --- |
| Jabber ID | --- |
| Skype ID | --- |
Arena
Death of Bukovina has not yet achieved a special arena rank.