Vampire Luca
Clan:
Character description
I am Luca
A vampire from the days of old.
As a human i was scarred and battered by the realities of colonial life.
Rendered weary and restless from endless toiling.
The shaping of an Industrialised Nation.
Blinded and burnt from the harshness of the southern sun.
Hands calloused and roughened from relentless labor.
"A convict." Forced to serve the colony which i resented.
My mortal life consisted of wandering illusions, of love and mental darkness, disparity, petty crime, tears and of course madness.
As humans there's always an insurmountable ecstasy in our sins, and because of that, there is always punishment for them.
That was my fate, By the Command of Her Magesty, I found myself transported to the colony by leaky boat, Miles from those i loved. Having no choice but to accept the unforgiving nature of circumstances.
For years the lucid bitterness clinging to my lips like unspoken words, silently begging for a second chance, another life...
I held on however..
Day after dreary day, to the black, mournful, Victorian insanity, as if it would save me from this current hell. Though i didn't know quite how. There were voices too, in the current of my mind, voices of lovers i would vainly try to hide from.
Voices that spoiled the haunting beauty of my English remembrance, tearing me from the art of self pity and shaking my very being into this, this degrading, lowly, anaesthetized reality.
Diminishing my mortal spirit through haze, heat and warm beer.
Until one evening.
One cold August evening, I lay sprawled in a stale sweaty tangle of sheets. My depression growing like a cold malignant foetus.
I had awoken from yet another dream, the damp English summer, Summer rain,
I had awoken clutching my throat, choking on the hot acidic vomit that had come up with my dry retching. .
I could feel something at my neck. In a silent scream i closed my eyes.
The sweet sensation of teeth sinking upon flesh awakened me.
Rekindling my passion for the muses i once knew. I arose - Luca.
Private, within the very depths of my being, unbknownst to all bar a select few, lay a dormant well of emotion. Emotion awakened by the caress of a mortal.. Aaron.. My Aaron...
The only being capeable of guaging my emotions, of reading my thoughts.
The only being capeable of bringing me happiness. Attending the symphony or social banquets - often against his will - however he is always at my side. In battle, Durring a Kill, The thrill of the hunt, a simple kiss. His unyeilding devotion never ceasing to amaze me.
Together we relish the night, entangled in a passionate embrace.
I feel alive because of him. My loyalty running deep, transcending all realms of consciousness. Though my words to him be often few, i know deep within myself that my actions more than over compensate. As our knowledge of eachother is so intimate words are not required. As a Vampire i make nothing of myself known. My words few, my footsteps always silent. Avoidance is key. They cannot get me. I will not allow it.
A vampire from the days of old.
As a human i was scarred and battered by the realities of colonial life.
Rendered weary and restless from endless toiling.
The shaping of an Industrialised Nation.
Blinded and burnt from the harshness of the southern sun.
Hands calloused and roughened from relentless labor.
"A convict." Forced to serve the colony which i resented.
My mortal life consisted of wandering illusions, of love and mental darkness, disparity, petty crime, tears and of course madness.
As humans there's always an insurmountable ecstasy in our sins, and because of that, there is always punishment for them.
That was my fate, By the Command of Her Magesty, I found myself transported to the colony by leaky boat, Miles from those i loved. Having no choice but to accept the unforgiving nature of circumstances.
For years the lucid bitterness clinging to my lips like unspoken words, silently begging for a second chance, another life...
I held on however..
Day after dreary day, to the black, mournful, Victorian insanity, as if it would save me from this current hell. Though i didn't know quite how. There were voices too, in the current of my mind, voices of lovers i would vainly try to hide from.
Voices that spoiled the haunting beauty of my English remembrance, tearing me from the art of self pity and shaking my very being into this, this degrading, lowly, anaesthetized reality.
Diminishing my mortal spirit through haze, heat and warm beer.
Until one evening.
One cold August evening, I lay sprawled in a stale sweaty tangle of sheets. My depression growing like a cold malignant foetus.
I had awoken from yet another dream, the damp English summer, Summer rain,
I had awoken clutching my throat, choking on the hot acidic vomit that had come up with my dry retching. .
I could feel something at my neck. In a silent scream i closed my eyes.
The sweet sensation of teeth sinking upon flesh awakened me.
Rekindling my passion for the muses i once knew. I arose - Luca.
Private, within the very depths of my being, unbknownst to all bar a select few, lay a dormant well of emotion. Emotion awakened by the caress of a mortal.. Aaron.. My Aaron...
The only being capeable of guaging my emotions, of reading my thoughts.
The only being capeable of bringing me happiness. Attending the symphony or social banquets - often against his will - however he is always at my side. In battle, Durring a Kill, The thrill of the hunt, a simple kiss. His unyeilding devotion never ceasing to amaze me.
Together we relish the night, entangled in a passionate embrace.
I feel alive because of him. My loyalty running deep, transcending all realms of consciousness. Though my words to him be often few, i know deep within myself that my actions more than over compensate. As our knowledge of eachother is so intimate words are not required. As a Vampire i make nothing of myself known. My words few, my footsteps always silent. Avoidance is key. They cannot get me. I will not allow it.
Statistics
| Total loot: | 1,946.48 litres of blood |
| Victims bitten (via link): | 5 |
| Fights: | 69 |
| Victories: | 24 |
| Defeats: | 45 |
| Draws: | 0 |
| Gold gained: | ~ 0.00  |
| Gold lost: | ~ 0.00 |
| Damage to enemies: | 986.34 |
| Damage from enemies: | 5949.42 |
The attributes of Luca:
| Character level: | Level 5 |
| Strength: |    (12) |
| Defence: | (11) |
| Agility: | (11) |
| Stamina: | (11) |
| Dexterity: | (10) |
| Experience: |   (118|125) |
The ancestral site statistics of Luca
| Attempted challenges: | 0 |
| Successful challenges: | 0 |
| Failed challenges: | 0 |
Profile
| Gender: | male |
| Age: | 15-20 Years |
| Hometown: | Tamworth |
| ICQ-number: | --- |
| MSN Messenger: | luke_hooper1987@hotmail.com |
| Yahoo Messenger: | --- |
| AIM-Name: | --- |
| Jabber ID | --- |
| Skype ID | --- |
Arena
Luca has not yet achieved a special arena rank.
Luca has created 3 Vampires so far:
| azza | Level 20 | Loot 60717.15 litres of blood |
| Anna-Belle | Level 3 | Loot 58.33 litres of blood |
| Shanal | Level 1 | Loot 0 litres of blood |