Vampire Demoriel
Clan:
Character description
The sun fell below the hills, and the sky went from it’s bloody red to it’s inky blue. A light breeze picked up and ran down the streets of the down. Twisting it’s way down past the town’s weaponry and into the local necropolis. The gust entwined itself in the slowly dying vines of an aging willow, then whipped it’s way though the tombstones, and reached for a girl who sat atop an old grave marker.
The breeze hit her in the back, causing her mid-back, raven black hair to fly in front of her, and then calm. A small laugh bubbled from her lips, and her deep purple eyes, outlined heavily with black eyeliner, stared into the silver blade of the knife she held in her hand. Blood dripped from the blade, and began to pool in her open palm. A small smirk graced the girl’s frosty wine colored lips, revealing a set of chilling fangs that matched her snowy complexion. A small black ring was set in the left corner of her bottom lip, slightly enhancing the wickedness of her grin. She seemed not a day older than sixteen, though looks are known to be deceitful.
Her attire was simple, a plain black tank top, coupled with a pair of fading black jeans. A black leather belt, with two rows of pyramid suds, wrapped itself around her waist. Her nails were filed to a point, and painted in a rich black. All except her thumb nails, which were a vivid purple. Around her left wrist, a silver bracelet laid loosely against her skin. On her right wrist, an armlet matching her belt clung tightly against her flesh. Her ears held an assortment of black rings traveling up them, and then there was the bite mark, scarred on her neck. Left there by none other than Vidal…her creator…
After a few moments of letting the blood rest in her hand, she wiped her palm on her pants, then the blade of the knife. She slid off the marker and her combat boots made a slight ‘crunch’ on the dead grass below her. Her eyes met the blade once more, as she slid it into the black leather sheath that attached itself to her studded belt. Her eyes then fell upon the marker she sat on. The name ‘Demoriel’ etched into the stone all alone. No birth date, no death date. The smirk appeared on her lips once more, but quickly faded when the howl of a nearby wolf entered her ears. Her body turned towards the source of the sound and then her eyes looked to the sky. The orb was showing her full on this dark night and her twinkling children were scattered along the black velvet. The smirk returned to lay upon her lips and she began to run swiftly through the cemetery…the hunt was on once again.
The breeze hit her in the back, causing her mid-back, raven black hair to fly in front of her, and then calm. A small laugh bubbled from her lips, and her deep purple eyes, outlined heavily with black eyeliner, stared into the silver blade of the knife she held in her hand. Blood dripped from the blade, and began to pool in her open palm. A small smirk graced the girl’s frosty wine colored lips, revealing a set of chilling fangs that matched her snowy complexion. A small black ring was set in the left corner of her bottom lip, slightly enhancing the wickedness of her grin. She seemed not a day older than sixteen, though looks are known to be deceitful.
Her attire was simple, a plain black tank top, coupled with a pair of fading black jeans. A black leather belt, with two rows of pyramid suds, wrapped itself around her waist. Her nails were filed to a point, and painted in a rich black. All except her thumb nails, which were a vivid purple. Around her left wrist, a silver bracelet laid loosely against her skin. On her right wrist, an armlet matching her belt clung tightly against her flesh. Her ears held an assortment of black rings traveling up them, and then there was the bite mark, scarred on her neck. Left there by none other than Vidal…her creator…
After a few moments of letting the blood rest in her hand, she wiped her palm on her pants, then the blade of the knife. She slid off the marker and her combat boots made a slight ‘crunch’ on the dead grass below her. Her eyes met the blade once more, as she slid it into the black leather sheath that attached itself to her studded belt. Her eyes then fell upon the marker she sat on. The name ‘Demoriel’ etched into the stone all alone. No birth date, no death date. The smirk appeared on her lips once more, but quickly faded when the howl of a nearby wolf entered her ears. Her body turned towards the source of the sound and then her eyes looked to the sky. The orb was showing her full on this dark night and her twinkling children were scattered along the black velvet. The smirk returned to lay upon her lips and she began to run swiftly through the cemetery…the hunt was on once again.
Statistics
| Total loot: | 25,609.86 litres of blood |
| Victims bitten (via link): | 11 |
| Fights: | 124 |
| Victories: | 37 |
| Defeats: | 84 |
| Draws: | 3 |
| Gold gained: | ~ 0.00  |
| Gold lost: | ~ 4,000.00 |
| Damage to enemies: | 3652 |
| Damage from enemies: | 13953 |
The attributes of Demoriel:
| Character level: | Level 13 |
| Strength: |    (29) |
| Defence: | (26) |
| Agility: | (26) |
| Stamina: | (21) |
| Dexterity: | (21) |
| Experience: |   (843|845) |
The ancestral site statistics of Demoriel
| Attempted challenges: | 0 |
| Successful challenges: | 0 |
| Failed challenges: | 0 |
The sentinel of Demoriel
| Sentinel breed: | Hound |
| Sentinel name: | Hound |
| Attack: | (15) |
| Defence: | (15) |
| Stamina: | (14) |
Profile
| Gender: | female |
| Age: | 15-20 Years |
| Hometown: | Asthenia |
| ICQ-number: | --- |
| MSN Messenger: | --- |
| Yahoo Messenger: | --- |
| AIM-Name: | vampiremafi666 |
| Jabber ID | --- |
| Skype ID | --- |
Arena
Demoriel has not yet achieved a special arena rank.
Demoriel has created 1 Vampires so far:
| Jalamdhara | Level 1 | Loot 0 litres of blood |