Fayt Pendragon
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- Posted: Tue, 24 Aug 2004 21:02:46 +0000
Aislinn Pendragon, a Vampiric decendent of the legendary Arthur Pendragon, stood outside of a popular Vampire niteclub, Apokolypse. The sidewalk was slightly wet with rain water from early that day, and the rain-scented air throbbed with the fast, techno, dancebeat coming from the open doors of the club.
Aislinn was old, even for a Vampire, sitting at about 6,000 years of age, though she looked barely twenty-five. Her skin was a smooth porcelin color, her eyes and odd, light shade of gray that was more accuretly described as silver, and she had long glossy black ringlets spilling down her back. She was a petite woman, standing at only at 5'4", and weighing in at a slender 115 pounds. She was properly porportioned for her height and weight, and was strikingly beautiful. Still, as lovely as she was, she had an aura of stength and power about her, as well as intelligence and sarcasim.
She wore black, traditional for her race. A black tank top with a red dragon, on it, black flare pants, black 'goth' boots, and a long black leather coat, again with a red dragon emblam on the back. She wore a silver link belt around her hips, and on it, hidden by the folds of her ankle-length coat, was her silver long sword Excalibur, taken from the tomb of her grandfather, and kept in perfect condition over the many milleniums she had lived.
Aislinn was old, even for a Vampire, sitting at about 6,000 years of age, though she looked barely twenty-five. Her skin was a smooth porcelin color, her eyes and odd, light shade of gray that was more accuretly described as silver, and she had long glossy black ringlets spilling down her back. She was a petite woman, standing at only at 5'4", and weighing in at a slender 115 pounds. She was properly porportioned for her height and weight, and was strikingly beautiful. Still, as lovely as she was, she had an aura of stength and power about her, as well as intelligence and sarcasim.
She wore black, traditional for her race. A black tank top with a red dragon, on it, black flare pants, black 'goth' boots, and a long black leather coat, again with a red dragon emblam on the back. She wore a silver link belt around her hips, and on it, hidden by the folds of her ankle-length coat, was her silver long sword Excalibur, taken from the tomb of her grandfather, and kept in perfect condition over the many milleniums she had lived.