imnotkatherine

PLAYER INFORMATION
Name:T, Terri, Snow
Birthday / Age: (month and day is fine; it's for our birthday list)2/17
Messenger Handles:dancingnsnow, shesanecho
Email:snowtds@yahoo.com
Standard time:Mountain Pacific I think – same as California
Was your character held:

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name:Elena Gilbert
Birthday / Age: (month and day is fine; it's for our birthday list)09/15/93 – she'll be 18
Fandom:Vampire Diaries
Point in fandom taken from:I play her after the Atlanta episode, but can play her end of this season, whatever will work for everyone.

Background (please be as detailed as possible):Adopted by the Gilbert family, Elena she grew up not knowing she was actually their niece. As the only survivor of a car crash that killed her adoptive parents, Elena has always felt some responsibility and guilt for living. At one point, she finds her father gave up rescuing so that Elena could be saved. The savior (has his last name suggests) is Stephan Salvatore, a vampire and once resident of Mystic Falls.

Unaware of her similarities to Stephan's past love, or of his saving her, understandably checks out at the end of the school year. The end of the year is a blur, but the beginning of the next school year changes everything. She meets Stephan and things are never the same. (I can be more specific if you want – but it would be a retelling of the show, and all of that makes her the person she is today, but how much do I go into the ritual, etc. She died and her father gave up his life so she wouldn't be a vampire.)

(Note book and tv differ on several things particularly the doppelganger issue.)

Year: (Freshman, Sophomore, Junior, Senior)Freshman
Major: English/ Creative Writing
Dorm building / Suite:Pratt Hall please, Suite doesn't matter really

Occupation: Student for now her parent's left her enough money to go to school.

Third person RP sample (minimum 50 words):
Dark hair shining in the sunlight, Elena wandered in and about among her favourite shops in town. Between arriving late (and mysteriously) attempting to adjust to this new life of hers, she’d kept pretty much to herself. She was proud that she was learning her way around.

She hadn’t seen Damon, and wasn’t sure if that was a good or a bad thing. Her fear at living in such a strange place slowly subsided. Now she was ready to take life by the horns and just jump into something. Since no one really knew her, she didn’t have to pretend that she was happy, she could grieve in her own time, nor did she have to lie and say everything was alright.

She missed Bonnie, she missed home and she missed being a part of things. A lovely tinkling sound wafted on the wind drawing her attention to the wind chimes. Delicate fingers ran between the strings and the beautiful stones at the ends.

Absently, she fingered the pendent around her neck, sighing she moved to the next one, but didn’t notice the person she bumped into.

PB:

( What A Way To Die )

Elena rubbed her forehead. “Not here, not this way,” the metamorphosis from human to vampire was incomplete, or at least that’s how it felt. Just one of many feelings bouncing around her body like a bingo ball spinning in the turner, making her a bit uneasy.

“Not our first time,” lust might be a Vampire’s middle name, but the humanity clung to her, or maybe it was because human or not a woman was always a woman, regardless if she was a killer or not. Many men might disagree with that thought, claiming all women were killers. Truth was few killers were woman, and even fewer vampires.

Dropping to her feet, hands to her head, she’d felt this ache coming on slowly, but with such incredible powerful. It felt like she were a voodoo doll and something was ... . That’s all it took, grabbing the necklace around her neck, pulling it with all her might, the clasp broke the exertion sent it flying across the floor.

Elena placed her face against the cool tile floor. Her index finger idly traced the grout between the tiles until her lids fluttered shut. She’d been poisoned by the very necklace she’d worn as a human. The vervain was contained; still it was able to place toxins in her body. It wasn’t long until she woke up rest and starving.

“Vampire,” she said aloud twirling. Tapping him on the shoulder, she yelled, “tag, you’re it.” But he caught her before she finished the word, ‘it’. Like Tobey MacGuire in his first superhero movie, Elena too tried her newly found powers, and feeding before the nagging feeling began to take over her body.

“Do you always know when dawn is coming? Do you always feel it like this?” The feeling itself was odd, filled with sadness and things she still had to learn.

Her classes were easy, so keeping up with them not so difficult. Since she was a little girl, Elena loved holidays. Her parents made such a big deal out of it. Not all vampires had Christmas, it wasn’t that all vampires hate Christmas only some.

This would be her first Christmas without her parents. Damon finally figured that one out on his own or maybe he didn’t but for some odd reason, he changed his tune, supporting her. Her grand idea of a party hit her upside the face, when no one replied to her invitation. The longer she lived in Mundus, the more alone she felt.

Right or wrong, this only allowed her affection for Damon to grow, so for this Christmas he would bear the brunt of all her yuletide jubilation. Around the suite, she’d left differing holiday treats, as she did in all the common rooms. So the party wouldn’t come to her, she’d bring the party to them. Never staying she silently left food, like a Christmas food fairy.

Damon rented a room in a five-star hotel; she was extremely suspicious at his generosity. Being seduced on Christmas Eve, not so bad a proposition, when you’d fallen in love with someone?

As a gag gift Elena filled his stocking with garlic, putting a huge bouquet of flowers to cover the smell. At the bottom a ring box with a Claddagh ring which meant Let Love and Friendship Reign Forever. If he wore it at all she hoped he wore it with the heart facing in, meaning he belonged to someone. Manipulative she knew, but it was Damn.

She bought him two beautiful sweaters. One was grey, with a big gold zipper, allowing Damon to show off as much of his chest as possible. It was a hunky sweater, one that would make women drool. The other, an incredible black one, felt so soft to the touch, you wanted to keep feeling it. Elena could picture him in it now.

New black jeans, she purchased several kind and the wind chimes she purchased that day with Seth were carefully wrapped then placed under the Christmas tree; propped up the thin package standing on its tip, made it resemble a diamond shape, when truly it was more of a skewed rectangle. The portrait had taken the most time and effort.

Hidden in the back was on huge box. Elena wrapped it open, knowing she’d never be able to lift it. Filled with autographed novels from Anne Rice, funny when Elena contacted Ms. Rice, once she’d found out that it was for Damon all types of things arrived. For a moment, she wondered if Damon were.... Elena shook her head at this, there wasn’t anyway?

The hotel was perfect, full of Christmas spirit. It’s A Wonderful Life played on the television. Elena, in red looked like a Christmas Angel. The green off-set her eyes and skin. In her own way she looked like a Christmas package.

( Elena Application )

Getting out, made Elena feel much better, being out of the Suite changed her mood entirely. There was something about Christmas, it didn’t matter what it was, or even where she was there was a mood that just changed people.

For those un-dead critters out there, maybe they enjoyed this time as well, boozy easy meals for vampires and everything else that was out there. Damon was out looking for ‘Chineese,’ when Elena chose to go shopping.

It was the most wonderful time of the year, even if she didn’t have many people she needed to buy anything for, she wanted to go out just as much for the sheer pleasure of it.

Dark hair shining in the sunlight, Elena wandered in and about among her favourite shops in town. Between arriving late (and mysteriously) attempting to adjust to this new life of hers, she’d kept pretty much to herself. She was proud that she was learning her way around.

She hadn’t seen Damon, and wasn’t sure if that was a good or a bad thing. Her fear at living in such a strange place slowly subsided. Now she was ready to take life by the horns and just jump into something. Since no one really knew her, she didn’t have to pretend that she was happy, she could grieve in her own time, nor did she have to lie and say everything was alright.

She missed Bonnie, she missed home and she missed being a part of things. A lovely tinkling sound wafted on the wind drawing her attention to the wind chimes. Delicate fingers ran between the strings and the beautiful stones at the ends.

Absently, she fingered the pendent around her neck, sighing she moved to the next one, but didn’t notice the person she bumped into.

Who: Elena Gilbert , Damon and open (multiple threads welcome)
Where: Cafe in Mundus District
When: Mid-morning
Why: Exploration
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete

( ”Surprise" )

Elena lived in Mystic Falls, Virginia. Her childhood was a relatively happy one; she loved her parents, picking on her younger brother, Jeremy, as older siblings do from time-to-time.

Elena was the ‘it’ girl at Mystic Falls High, until the tragic drowning of her parents. Things changed for Elena. She learned the things she thought were important weren’t. Until today she lived with her aunt, who was more of a pal than disciplinarian. She felt responsible for her brother, mothering him at times.

Unknowingly, she is a doppelganger for Katherine von Swartzchild, a vampire who visited Mystic Falls during the civil war. Katherine turned two brothers who became rivals for Katherine's attention. Her uncanny resemblance to their sire made her a target of interest for both of the Salvatore brothers.

Ready to go out and face the world, make the changes necessary to find the out-going happy girl Elena once was, Elena took the first step tackling the pile of college applications before her.

Following her usual end-of-the day routine, she wrote in her diary, it was more of a wistful imagining of what could be.

Upon waking the next morning she found herself in the Mundus District. Her life will never be the same.

( Elena's application )