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backbiting) wrote2012-02-25 12:15 am
backbiting) wrote2012-02-25 12:15 am
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Character: Rebekah
Series: The Vampire Diaries
Character Age: Around 1000, but she appears to be in her late teens.
Canon: Our story is centered around a girl named Elena Gilbert, who lives in a small town in the U.S.A. After meeting the forever brooding Stefan Salvatore and his brother, Damon, she is thrust into a world filled with vampires, werewolves, and witches. Elena must learn how to deal with the constant threat of the supernatural looming at her back, as well as her normal teenage problems.
Rebekah is one of the original vampires, which makes her far more powerful than the rest of her kind. She is a very fiery being; her actions are mostly dictated by her emotions. She tends to not think, or care, about the consequences of what she does, and she is extremely stubborn in her ways. Impulsive and, at times, violent, Rebekah is definitely one of the last people you would want to piss off unless you have a death wish. She comes across as rather cold because of this, and she will openly mock and offend anyone as she sees fit. She also has a special ability, or a sixth sense, where she is able to detect when people are lying. This leads to her having a difficult time fully trusting others. However, in the end, Rebekah really is like a normal teenage girl who wishes to find a place for herself. But she tends to only focus on her vampiric aspects while ignoring her more human ones. She tries her hardest to be anything but that, using her vampiric side to overshadow the rest of her.
Sample Post:
Recently, I received an invitation to some sort of ball from a guy named Rick A. Mortis. It’s actually a sweet offer, but I’m afraid that zombies aren’t really my type. The last thing I need is a man who will fall to pieces at the tiniest thing—I mean that both figuratively and literally, by the way. Normally I would have just forgotten about the whole thing, but he seemed to have left me a rather disgusting gift along with the invite: A rotting finger.
I am going to ask nicely. Which one of you is Rick? I may be—how do people say it—a monster, but I am not a savage. I do not eat thumbs, or any other body part similar to them. For a moment, I thought that maybe this could be some sort of disgustingly romantic mating ritual your species has. Give your lover a piece of you so that you’ll always be together, and whatnot. While I’m sure that you have made many swoon their decaying heads off, to me this is a sort of threat. Even if it’s not of the violent variety, I’m afraid your actions are threatening my sanity by how revoltingly stupid they are. I suggest revealing yourself before I find you and tear off all your other fingers as well. Maybe I’ll start a collection of them all. I can put them on display in the center of camp, and every time you pass by you can wave at your old appendages with your stump.
However, as fun as all that sounds, tracking down one idiotic zombie will waste more time than he is actually worth. I don’t usually like killing simply for sport like my brother does. But please let that be a warning to you: If you are going to attempt to court me, don’t do it in a way that makes me want to vomit. And this still leaves me without a date for our little party; I’m not one to waste what could possibly be an entertaining evening. But I gave the area a look over, and all the other possible suitors are so . . . dull. I would hardly call getting stuck under a plant or handcuffed to a random stranger romantic, though the latter could be interesting. I think that this camp has tried to bring people together in the most absurd ways that it’s hurting the very definition of love. If I want someone to bloody woo me, I want them to be able to do it properly. Without obnoxious effects, and without decayed limbs.
I do think I have found a possible candidate despite all of this. That overly cheerful fellow on the speaker, I didn’t catch his actual name. I’ve always been a bit fond of those types of heroes in stories, and I think that slaying a dinosaur made out of data is close enough to a dragon. He seems like the exact type of person I need—one where chivalry is a thing that still exists and not something leftover from the past. I suggest taking notes, Rick, because this is how you get a date.
Voting took place here, and it got in at 100%.
Series: The Vampire Diaries
Character Age: Around 1000, but she appears to be in her late teens.
Canon: Our story is centered around a girl named Elena Gilbert, who lives in a small town in the U.S.A. After meeting the forever brooding Stefan Salvatore and his brother, Damon, she is thrust into a world filled with vampires, werewolves, and witches. Elena must learn how to deal with the constant threat of the supernatural looming at her back, as well as her normal teenage problems.
Rebekah is one of the original vampires, which makes her far more powerful than the rest of her kind. She is a very fiery being; her actions are mostly dictated by her emotions. She tends to not think, or care, about the consequences of what she does, and she is extremely stubborn in her ways. Impulsive and, at times, violent, Rebekah is definitely one of the last people you would want to piss off unless you have a death wish. She comes across as rather cold because of this, and she will openly mock and offend anyone as she sees fit. She also has a special ability, or a sixth sense, where she is able to detect when people are lying. This leads to her having a difficult time fully trusting others. However, in the end, Rebekah really is like a normal teenage girl who wishes to find a place for herself. But she tends to only focus on her vampiric aspects while ignoring her more human ones. She tries her hardest to be anything but that, using her vampiric side to overshadow the rest of her.
Sample Post:
Recently, I received an invitation to some sort of ball from a guy named Rick A. Mortis. It’s actually a sweet offer, but I’m afraid that zombies aren’t really my type. The last thing I need is a man who will fall to pieces at the tiniest thing—I mean that both figuratively and literally, by the way. Normally I would have just forgotten about the whole thing, but he seemed to have left me a rather disgusting gift along with the invite: A rotting finger.
I am going to ask nicely. Which one of you is Rick? I may be—how do people say it—a monster, but I am not a savage. I do not eat thumbs, or any other body part similar to them. For a moment, I thought that maybe this could be some sort of disgustingly romantic mating ritual your species has. Give your lover a piece of you so that you’ll always be together, and whatnot. While I’m sure that you have made many swoon their decaying heads off, to me this is a sort of threat. Even if it’s not of the violent variety, I’m afraid your actions are threatening my sanity by how revoltingly stupid they are. I suggest revealing yourself before I find you and tear off all your other fingers as well. Maybe I’ll start a collection of them all. I can put them on display in the center of camp, and every time you pass by you can wave at your old appendages with your stump.
However, as fun as all that sounds, tracking down one idiotic zombie will waste more time than he is actually worth. I don’t usually like killing simply for sport like my brother does. But please let that be a warning to you: If you are going to attempt to court me, don’t do it in a way that makes me want to vomit. And this still leaves me without a date for our little party; I’m not one to waste what could possibly be an entertaining evening. But I gave the area a look over, and all the other possible suitors are so . . . dull. I would hardly call getting stuck under a plant or handcuffed to a random stranger romantic, though the latter could be interesting. I think that this camp has tried to bring people together in the most absurd ways that it’s hurting the very definition of love. If I want someone to bloody woo me, I want them to be able to do it properly. Without obnoxious effects, and without decayed limbs.
I do think I have found a possible candidate despite all of this. That overly cheerful fellow on the speaker, I didn’t catch his actual name. I’ve always been a bit fond of those types of heroes in stories, and I think that slaying a dinosaur made out of data is close enough to a dragon. He seems like the exact type of person I need—one where chivalry is a thing that still exists and not something leftover from the past. I suggest taking notes, Rick, because this is how you get a date.
Voting took place here, and it got in at 100%.