#dollpire

I’m a little late but better late than never.

NAME shanghai AGE unknown STATUS dead, vampire DOMAIN afterlife PERSONALITY chaotic evil GENDER female ACCOMPLICES hayul, suisen, supposedly soror STORY fuchou village, the tragedy of wolf and lamb ROLE antagonist CAUSE OF DEATH sacrifice, murder

COMPANY dollmore SCULPT dollpire shiloh BODY dollpire SKIN COLOR white GENDER female FACEUP cried doll (myself) 

A little thorn lost in the wind. A rose torn out of the soil before its time. Blood flowed across the land when two warring brothers demanded rights to the throne. An older against a younger, adamant against ivory, steel against marble. Two of the same, their greed followed by a parade of death that marched across towns smaller and greater, poorer and richer. A noble or a beggar, so many perished in times of the brotherly conflict that soon there stood more houses than the people of the country who could have inhabited them. A man capable of wielding a weapon was a vassal no longer, but a soldier taken into two armies that every now and then met in bloodshed upon unwilling battlefields, watering the soil with crimson of their friends, their companions, their own brothers. It was general Longwei that claimed the grandest number of victories in that unfortunate period of history. He served the younger brother, a sworn commander to the thousands and a father of one, a youngling he took to battlecamps whenever traveling. His daughter's mother faded away whilst plagued by an epidemy that decimated the population even before the wars began, and so he took it upon himself to raise the offspring and teach her strength of a true warrior if only to let her defeat herself in the darker times to come. But the providence would not let the chapter of this story unfold. For the gods are cruel and they demand sacrifices. She was a pearl of the force, this child. Beloved by the soldiers who oftentimes let her win in dice or card games that entertained their eves, beloved by the father who protected her against all evil of the world ; although there was blood on his own hands, he found tenderness in the war-trained muscles to braid her hair and paint upon her pale features whatever symbol she deemed sweet enough. An image wholly unfitting a general feared amongst many and considered a blessing amongst few. He dreamed that one day she would inherit his position, his forces after him and lead the country to safer times under the rule of the rightful king, he dreamed she would be the liberation the history called upon, the stability the nation yearned for. But the providence would not let the chapter of this story unfold. For the sacrifices defile the innocence almost extinct in the world of conflict. It was a warm autumn night when the enemy forces sneaked into the stationing troops' encampments. Blades glittered silver in the moonlight when agents slaughtered the warriors locked in slumber, set aflame tents and constructions that shaped their temporary shelter. Like a brother against a brother, general Fengge stood against general Longwei, a battle that unleashed within a heartbeat with the outcome already signed in the stars. Longwei knew of his doom. Fengge knew of his victory. And yet, it was the choice one offered his enemy that truly broke the spirit of the commander sworn to the younger king - an opportunity to save his soldiers and march away from the field unharmed if only he would, with his own hands, murder the daughter that hid behind his legs. The little rose, as he called her so many times, still but a youngling that knew so little of the world. That was when the sense of duty triumphed against the love of a father. Keeping her close to his chest, locked in a closing embrace, he drew a dagger into her back. His troops, as promised, retreated in silence. Never again had general Longwei achieved victory on the battlefield. The commander lost his will to live. His eyes were blind, his voice barely a whisper. His spirit gone, his soul drained by the sin he committed against the only rose he thought to be hope. The younger brother lost his war, and it was the elder who sat on the throne, ruling over ghosts and corpses that piled in massive graves. The fate of general Longwei became unknown ever since.​

                        HERE THE CHAPTERS OF FUCHOU VILLAGE END,                      THE TRAGEDY OF WOLF AND LAMB COMMENCES

Preoccupied by weaving her perfect plan, the Whispering Mother did fail to notice a new strength given birth to in the Fuchou Village - a fatal mistake which soon led to the fall of her reign. When the bloodlusting offspring of a vampiric spirit, Shanghai, guarded by a war-schooled monk, Hayul, spread across the lands of the Afterlife, it was a game of surrender or demise. The Five Guardians deployed by the Whispering Mother stood no chance against the growing forces of newly born blood-leeches and one by one, they met their unsightly end.

The tremendous army of destruction swept across the Fuchou Village, eventually shattering the walls of a castle set as a hideout to the elderly, withering flower form of the Whispering Mother, the last pillar paving the road to Shanghai's victory. Although weakened, the Whispering Mother fought back several waves of the vampiric spirits invading her small kingdom, until it was thousands of fangs biting into her form. Tearing it to shreds. Turning it to ashes. What remained of the Whispering Mother was locked away in a glass coffin, an eternal prison where forever she would rot.

Thus a new Queen of the Afterlife was born - bathing in glory, the vampire spirit Shanghai took place of the frightening entity that, incidentally, shared her overpowering desire to invade the World of the Living and alter its form into a kingdom of the souls unfairly treated whilst still breathing or bearing the fate of wrongful death. Murdering her own maker, the Whispering Mother, Shanghai gained the ability to do so in her own design and with the aid of her own children, the vampires born from the darkness of demise itself. In her reign over dead souls, she proved herself to be far less strict than the Whispering Mother, far more understanding, far more accepting - and ruthless when it came to monopolizing planes of the Afterlife. Although her expansion was a violent one, instead of rebellion, the conquered spirits gave her love.

The numbers of her vampiric family provided Shanghai with a chance to invade the World of the Living faster, more easily. What was left to gain was a perfect link that would let her spread her ancient blood disease into the outside, the still breathing humans. And to find this link, it was Hayul's duty as Shanghai's closest confidant, protector and lover.

A gentle breeze of the wind. A raging sea with its waves crushing against the wall of the cliff. A hermaphroditic youngling balancing on the edge between morning and evening of existence, a pair of twins locked into one body - one absorbing the other whilst still in the mother's womb. Two consciousnesses molded in perfect union, inhabiting the same body. A broken, resentful entity bound in wrath at the injustice of the world, willing to fall into the waves. Ever since birth, their fate was to fulfill the role of a missing piece in this game between life and death ; and so they have accepted this destiny, sealing the promise of a better world with the taste of their blood upon Shanghai's mouth.