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« Last post by intangybles on April 17, 2025, 02:33:25 pm »
They say the dead tell no tales, but I am not so easily silenced.
I was born on Drakulon, a world circling twin suns, where my people lived off rivers of blood that flowed like wine. We were not undead. We were not monsters. Blood was our sustenance, our nature - until the twin suns grew cruel, drying the lifeblood of our world and turning paradise into a graveyard. I was one of the last. And when a ship from Earth crashed on our dying soil, I saw a chance - not just to survive, but to find purpose beyond hunger.
Earth... such a strange, savage place. You have no idea how much blood surrounds you - how freely it's spilled, how little it's respected. Your monsters walk in daylight, wearing human faces. I arrived among you like an angel of death in red silk, and I saw: you needed someone like me far more than you knew.
My first days here were... messy. Confusion, fear, temptation. I was hunted, mistrusted, but never helpless. When the Cult of Chaos raised its head - summoning things from beyond the veil, ancient horrors craving flesh and madness - I knew I couldn't just blend in. I had to stand against them.
It was in these first battles that I discovered what I was capable of. Not just strength and speed, not just the hypnotic pull of my eyes or the sting of my fangs - but conviction. Justice. Rage.
I am not your classic vampire, chained to coffins and superstition. I walk in sunlight. I make my own rules. But I carry the blood of a dying race and the fire of a warrior who's lost too much to let evil win.
They call me Vampirella. Say it like a warning. Say it like a prayer.
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