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| Name: The Huntress D (Draculana) gender: Female Phsyical age: 19 True Age: 300,124 Height: 6'4" Blood Type: AB Relatives: Dracula (Father) Mother Unknown, Daughter Unkown. Job: Vampire Huntress |
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| D was described as a quiet, mysterious woman of the past. She is a dhampile, half human and half vampire. She's been alone all her life. She's also an ancient of her kind. She prefers to dress in black appearl. She was born in the time of knights and warlords, on the mysterious islands of anicent Japan. She was the daughter of the Great Vampire King and a beautiful human girl. D, or as her father called her, Draculana. He taught her the ways of the vampires. Killing and bloodshed. By the age of ten, she noticed that her human mother would disappear from time to time. One day, while Draculana was looking for her mother, she heard her father yelling at someone. By the time she got to the chambers where her father slept, a body went flying. It was her mother's, dead. Drained of all life. She turned to her father, smiling with blood dripping from his white lips. She knew that he killed her mother. "Dhampile!" Her eyes widen. She had never heard this term. Before the shock could be overcome, her father attacked the girl, knocking her out, then throwing her out of the castle to be eaten by wolves. She had never been heard again. |
| D, the child of the past |
| D, Growing up |
| For years, Draculana walked the island ot Japan, sereaching and longing for a new place to call home. That wasn't possible for one like her. She stopped and made a small rest area. It would be sunlight soon, and she didn't know what'll happen. Two men, whom looked like hunters of some sort, found her shivering in the cold. The men sat down next to her, one of them placing a blanket on the girl's shoulders. "What are you doing out here, lil' girl?" They looked at her skin. "You sick, kid?" "What's your name?" She sat quietly, knowing that they were vampire hunters. "D," she whispered, "I am the Vampire Huntress D." The men looked at each other and laughed. "Here, kid! Here's a sword!" One of the men dropped a cross-like sword onto the ground. She picked it up with eased and weilded it at them. "Leave me alone before I hurt you." They laughed even more. She dissappeared out of sight. "Where'd she go?" Before they knew it, they had been attacked and killed. She glared at the men's bodies and almost began to cry. From that day, she declared to not kill a human and to destroy what was threat to them... Vampires. |
| D, the Vampire Killer |
| D travled all over the world, by foot and ship. She known for her nightly deeds, but she still feared going out durning the day because of the stories she heard from other vampires. She didn't know if it were true for dhampiles. One night, just before sunrise, D had been hunting a demon vampire possed by evil and lust. Just before she had caught the beast, she turned to see the sun rising over the mountains. She closed her eyes, thinking it was her end. But she opened them to the vampiric beast screaming in pain as he burnt. She stepped back from the ashes of the vampire and turned back to the sun. She tilted her hat to block it and thought to herself, "Why am I not dying?" Then she glanced down at her necklace hanging from her neck. "Is it because I'm half human, like my mother?" Two days had past and she found herself in a town in London. She needed a better way of travling. The clouds had turnsed from a white to a dark grey. She needed a horse. She spotted a stable not too far from were she was. She entered and looked at the beautiful steeds. The woman who was working there, watched the pale-skinned clocked person. She arose and saw to the person's needs. "Beautiful, isn't he?" D's eyes shifted towards to the woman. "How much for this one?" She looked at the horned horse, "You mean him? He's a devil-" "How much," D demanded, pulling out a wallet. "300 pounds." D paid and left, riding the black beast. |
| D, In modern times |
| D is currently still hunting vampires. She's dresses in black, like old times. But now, she wears what the youth is now wearing. A black trenchcoat,red shirt, balck pants with two belts, and brown walking boot decoreated in gold skulls. She still has the cross-like sword, great for killing the creatures of the dead. She still looks as though she's 19 years old. Her skin a white-washed color, her hair a dark brown. Her nails like glass. Her height sets her apart from other humans. And her strength is so unbelievible. But there is one thing she longs for. To she her child who had been taken from her 22 years before. Will she ever find her child? |
| D's Quotes |
| "Suppose this world needs some comfort, not an idiot..." "Find it in your heart to hear what I have to say... That means shut your fat lip and listen!" "Hn..." "I can't ever be human... But the is the closes I'll ever be to you.,," |
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| The Huntress D |