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Character: Katherine Pierce
Series: The Vampire Diaries
Age: at least several centuries old. Physically, 17.
Canon: In Mystic Falls, a town steeped in history and mystery, Elena Gilbert felt sad and out of place with no one to talk to but her diary. She was dealt a new hand of cards when she met a mysterious stranger who turned out to a vampire - Stefan Salvatore. Elena proceeded to fall head over heels in love with him, which is all well and good but nothing is ever that simple. With Stefan’s brother Damon stirring the pot of the town’s strange supernatural history, Elena’s friends changing all too fast and the encroaching threat of Stefan’s diabolical ex-girlfriend hanging over their relationship, Elena watches her life change around her all too quickly.
Said diabolical ex-girlfriend is otherwise known as Katherine. A vampiric duplicate of Elena, Katherine was the first to equal-opportunity date the Salvatore brothers. You know what they say about your first love: it always comes back to haunt you. When Katherine returns to Mystic Falls, she swears it is just to get Stefan back. The truth of the matter is far more ambiguous. A danger to everyone in the town, Katherine has a plan for every situation and her true purpose is a ~mystery~. Prone to being mocking and routinely an objectifier, Katherine loves to have fun, even - or especially - if it’s at the cost of others. Coquettish, selfish, and often melodramatic, Katherine is always sure to make things work just how she prefers them to, whether she has to flirt, lop off a finger, or exert the authority given to her by her age. And she’s sure of that authority - she’ll rip out your spleen and file her nails at the same time if she has to, but that’s Plan B. You’ll be just fine, so long as you don’t get in her way. ♥
Sample Post:
I’m quite impressed, Marcy. Not many people manage to contact me so easily. When we take the fact that you don’t have opposable thumbs into account, it was quite a feat. Though I suppose the fuzzy bearcat creature who delivered it may have had something to do with the success of your correspondence. Haha . . . there are a good few people in the world who’d be kind of pissed if they knew they could contact me through “MogNet”. I was surprised enough that I thought I’d come to meet you personally. Wasn’t that nice of me?
Anyway! To business. In your letter you asked me to join you in becoming a founding member of the Camp League of Evil Exes ... and I’ve had stranger offers. But isn’t evil a bit of a strong word? It hurts to be replaced, doesn’t it? I think you know exactly what I mean. I always take my time in scoping out a place before I do business of any kind, and it seems like there’s been a lot of sad changes in your recent past. The move from the swamp to this farmland has been tough on you, hasn’t it? People excuse it by saying that times change, but let’s face the facts, as bizarre as they may be. This place has dumped you, left you in a silo, and filled itself with cows. And you want revenge. Of course you do.
But starting some campy league isn’t going to get you what you want. I’m no stranger to taking revenge, and it works best when it isn’t so overblown. When you include costumes, you’re missing the point and I promise you it’s better when it’s personal. You don’t need a whole league of bitter hearts to get your point across. Fortunately for you .... there’s a few things in this camp that are very interesting to me. You never know when a girl might need to set up a magic barrier. Plus, I enjoy the novelty of making a deal with something quite as unique as you. So perhaps I’ll open a few doors for you and you can do what all those princesses trapped in towers should have done in those stories ... go out the back way.
As for what I want in return, don’t you worry. It’ll just be a few little favors. If I must specify, perhaps I’ll want . . . information. After all, no one’s been here as long as you have . . . I’m sure you know some things that’ll make my hair curl. But I’m not interested in the garden variety information, you know. That’s the deal. I’m going to help you relight your bad, bad romance, and in return you’re going to tell me everything you know about this place. All the dirty little secrets. Promise?
Right. I’ll consider the awkward grip of your tentacle as acceptance. Good luck with all your ... endeavors, Marcy. Remember, every love affair needs a bite to it.
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Series: The Vampire Diaries
Age: at least several centuries old. Physically, 17.
Canon: In Mystic Falls, a town steeped in history and mystery, Elena Gilbert felt sad and out of place with no one to talk to but her diary. She was dealt a new hand of cards when she met a mysterious stranger who turned out to a vampire - Stefan Salvatore. Elena proceeded to fall head over heels in love with him, which is all well and good but nothing is ever that simple. With Stefan’s brother Damon stirring the pot of the town’s strange supernatural history, Elena’s friends changing all too fast and the encroaching threat of Stefan’s diabolical ex-girlfriend hanging over their relationship, Elena watches her life change around her all too quickly.
Said diabolical ex-girlfriend is otherwise known as Katherine. A vampiric duplicate of Elena, Katherine was the first to equal-opportunity date the Salvatore brothers. You know what they say about your first love: it always comes back to haunt you. When Katherine returns to Mystic Falls, she swears it is just to get Stefan back. The truth of the matter is far more ambiguous. A danger to everyone in the town, Katherine has a plan for every situation and her true purpose is a ~mystery~. Prone to being mocking and routinely an objectifier, Katherine loves to have fun, even - or especially - if it’s at the cost of others. Coquettish, selfish, and often melodramatic, Katherine is always sure to make things work just how she prefers them to, whether she has to flirt, lop off a finger, or exert the authority given to her by her age. And she’s sure of that authority - she’ll rip out your spleen and file her nails at the same time if she has to, but that’s Plan B. You’ll be just fine, so long as you don’t get in her way. ♥
Sample Post:
I’m quite impressed, Marcy. Not many people manage to contact me so easily. When we take the fact that you don’t have opposable thumbs into account, it was quite a feat. Though I suppose the fuzzy bearcat creature who delivered it may have had something to do with the success of your correspondence. Haha . . . there are a good few people in the world who’d be kind of pissed if they knew they could contact me through “MogNet”. I was surprised enough that I thought I’d come to meet you personally. Wasn’t that nice of me?
Anyway! To business. In your letter you asked me to join you in becoming a founding member of the Camp League of Evil Exes ... and I’ve had stranger offers. But isn’t evil a bit of a strong word? It hurts to be replaced, doesn’t it? I think you know exactly what I mean. I always take my time in scoping out a place before I do business of any kind, and it seems like there’s been a lot of sad changes in your recent past. The move from the swamp to this farmland has been tough on you, hasn’t it? People excuse it by saying that times change, but let’s face the facts, as bizarre as they may be. This place has dumped you, left you in a silo, and filled itself with cows. And you want revenge. Of course you do.
But starting some campy league isn’t going to get you what you want. I’m no stranger to taking revenge, and it works best when it isn’t so overblown. When you include costumes, you’re missing the point and I promise you it’s better when it’s personal. You don’t need a whole league of bitter hearts to get your point across. Fortunately for you .... there’s a few things in this camp that are very interesting to me. You never know when a girl might need to set up a magic barrier. Plus, I enjoy the novelty of making a deal with something quite as unique as you. So perhaps I’ll open a few doors for you and you can do what all those princesses trapped in towers should have done in those stories ... go out the back way.
As for what I want in return, don’t you worry. It’ll just be a few little favors. If I must specify, perhaps I’ll want . . . information. After all, no one’s been here as long as you have . . . I’m sure you know some things that’ll make my hair curl. But I’m not interested in the garden variety information, you know. That’s the deal. I’m going to help you relight your bad, bad romance, and in return you’re going to tell me everything you know about this place. All the dirty little secrets. Promise?
Right. I’ll consider the awkward grip of your tentacle as acceptance. Good luck with all your ... endeavors, Marcy. Remember, every love affair needs a bite to it.
App here at 95.9%.