Vampire Swapzie
Clan:
Character description
Abandon all hope, ye who does continue to read below... because giving a description to a char on an internet game is the 9:th circle of G33K:
Ah, good evening to you, sir. What brings you to my humble residense this cold night?
Lost, are you? I thought you were, strangers at the doorstep at this hour usually are lost. However, being lost is a problem that soon will vanish from your mind. Allow me to shelter you from this most chilling wind. Please, accept my hospitalities...
It's gloomy, you say? My apologies, good sir, I seem to have misplaced my manners altogether. My eyes have grown accustomed to the faint light of the stars and the moon, and I find that the light from just a single candle is quite bright enough. Here, take my hand and let me guide you, it gets a bit better by the fireplace.
Cold to the touch? Again, my manners are non-present. I hope you will forgive me if you find it unsettling. I have a rare medical condition that makes my skin as cold as a corpse. No, don't you worry, it's not contagious by the touch. Very precise circumstances has to be met for it to manifest. But I must be boring you with my constant talking. Here, have a seat next to the fireplace, and I'll bring you a drink to give you your warmth back.
No, thank you, but the wine is all yours. I only bring it out when I have visitors, such as yourself. It's in your good manners to be so persistent, but I must decline never the less. Feel free to have another glass though, as you say, it would be a shame for such good wine to go to waste.
You see, my condition prohibits me from drinking... wine...
But I seldom have visitors in days like these. My home looks a bit creepy, you say? That is only to keep the wolves at bay. Yes, you hear them howling if you put your mind to it. Oh, don't you worry, the trench keeps most of them out. No, not all, but so far I have only had minor problems in my home. Out on the fields, on the other hand...
But what am I talking about? My first visitor in such a long time, and I'm scaring you with such nonsense. You need not worry about the wolves a bit, or feel lost, for that matter.
Still feeling lost, my dear visitor?
No?
Good. Since you knocked on my door, being lost has been the least of your problems...
Ah, good evening to you, sir. What brings you to my humble residense this cold night?
Lost, are you? I thought you were, strangers at the doorstep at this hour usually are lost. However, being lost is a problem that soon will vanish from your mind. Allow me to shelter you from this most chilling wind. Please, accept my hospitalities...
It's gloomy, you say? My apologies, good sir, I seem to have misplaced my manners altogether. My eyes have grown accustomed to the faint light of the stars and the moon, and I find that the light from just a single candle is quite bright enough. Here, take my hand and let me guide you, it gets a bit better by the fireplace.
Cold to the touch? Again, my manners are non-present. I hope you will forgive me if you find it unsettling. I have a rare medical condition that makes my skin as cold as a corpse. No, don't you worry, it's not contagious by the touch. Very precise circumstances has to be met for it to manifest. But I must be boring you with my constant talking. Here, have a seat next to the fireplace, and I'll bring you a drink to give you your warmth back.
No, thank you, but the wine is all yours. I only bring it out when I have visitors, such as yourself. It's in your good manners to be so persistent, but I must decline never the less. Feel free to have another glass though, as you say, it would be a shame for such good wine to go to waste.
You see, my condition prohibits me from drinking... wine...
But I seldom have visitors in days like these. My home looks a bit creepy, you say? That is only to keep the wolves at bay. Yes, you hear them howling if you put your mind to it. Oh, don't you worry, the trench keeps most of them out. No, not all, but so far I have only had minor problems in my home. Out on the fields, on the other hand...
But what am I talking about? My first visitor in such a long time, and I'm scaring you with such nonsense. You need not worry about the wolves a bit, or feel lost, for that matter.
Still feeling lost, my dear visitor?
No?
Good. Since you knocked on my door, being lost has been the least of your problems...
Statistics
| Total loot: | 27,730.44 litres of blood |
| Victims bitten (via link): | 9 |
| Fights: | 132 |
| Victories: | 59 |
| Defeats: | 73 |
| Draws: | 0 |
| Gold gained: | ~ 3,000.00  |
| Gold lost: | ~ 2,000.00 |
| Damage to enemies: | 4899.05 |
| Damage from enemies: | 10909.51 |
The attributes of Swapzie:
| Character level: | Level 14 |
| Strength: |    (19) |
| Defence: | (21) |
| Agility: | (25) |
| Stamina: | (21) |
| Dexterity: | (18) |
| Experience: |   (920|980) |
The ancestral site statistics of Swapzie
| Attempted challenges: | 0 |
| Successful challenges: | 0 |
| Failed challenges: | 0 |
The sentinel of Swapzie
| Sentinel breed: | Rabid wolfhound |
| Sentinel name: | Rabid wolfhound |
| Attack: | (4) |
| Defence: | (3) |
| Stamina: | (3) |
Profile
| Gender: | unknown |
| Age: | unknown Years |
| Hometown: | --- |
| ICQ-number: | --- |
| MSN Messenger: | --- |
| Yahoo Messenger: | --- |
| AIM-Name: | --- |
| Jabber ID | --- |
| Skype ID | --- |
Arena
Swapzie has not yet achieved a special arena rank.