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Character: Elijah
Series: The Vampire Diaries
Character Age: Unknown; presumed to be thousands of years old. Appears to be in his early 30s.
Job: Keeper of Camp Lore and Mythology
Canon: Welcome to Mystic Falls, Virginia! It's a small town that's rich with history -- not to mention the supernatural. Vampires, witches, werewolves -- you name it, it's probably there. Elena Gilbert finds herself entangled deeply in both in The Vampire Diaries as she attempts to navigate her way through high school while dealing with the Salvatore brothers, who both happen to be in love with her and are vampires. Quel surprise! Elena comes to discover that she is central to a supposed curse placed on vampires and werewolves that can only be broken with her death. This makes her a prime figure for a power grab between all the supernatural types in Mystic Falls and even beyond, each with their own motives.
Elijah is one such supernatural type -- a vampire, and an "Original" vampire to be precise. He's an eloquent man who poses as a visiting author with an interest in Mystic Falls’ rich history, endearing himself to many of the prominent figures in town. His manner of speaking is polite, although he has a wicked sense of humor and a great deal of snark at times. Around most people, he's a well-spoken man with a bit of bite to his speech. To those who know who or what he actually is, he's a self-assured man who doesn't mince words. Elijah is also a vampire with a sense of honor who will keep his word when he gives it -- so long as he is given the same respect. As an "Original" vampire, Elijah is much stronger than the average vampire. He can walk in the sun, tear out a werewolf's heart without batting an eye, and most importantly, he cannot die unless it's done in an incredibly specific manner. Fortunately, his goals line up with Elena's, and he finds himself in a murky alliance with her and the Salvatores. His main priority? Taking out the show's mysterious big bad and keeping Elena safe -- all while sipping wine and offering dry one-liners.
Sample Post:
Flyover country is rather quaint, isn’t it? Still, even a remote location such as this can be rife with a rich history. Every city, even the smallest of towns, has their own set of stories, of lore that runs the gamut between the believable and the more far-fetched. Although given your current undead state, I suppose you're already quite aware of that, aren't you? I've heard similar stories about the walking dead, but to see it first hand ... fascinating. I'd imagine my excitement would be much more palpable, however, if any of you were the least bit impressive. Your guttural groans and sluggish shambling are hardly capable of instilling fear in the heart of any man. They say that fact never quite lives up to myth, and I'd have to agree -- you're living proof of that. Well, not living, but you get the idea.
All the same, you're a part of the rather extensive and intricate web of mythology that's been woven around this encampment. You see, there are a number of stories that have been passed on -- some which carry a certain amount of truth, and some that are complete ... well, I believe "crap" would be a sufficient yet polite term for it. And it seems that I've been assigned the task of having to wade through this web and perhaps make some amount of sense out of it. Not that I mind, of course. As an author and a historian of sorts, I can appreciate a good story, whether or not it has a basis in reality. However, "good" is a rather subjective concept, and this habitat seems to derive a sort of sick pleasure in loosely interpreting that very concept, such as how it prefers to interpret the "fabled" prohibition on copulation. While the pain it inflicts upon those foolish enough to cross it is marginally amusing at times, it lacks the creativity of a truly imaginative myth. I believe Ovid’s Metamorphoses has already visited this territory several times over. That aside, it’s simply in poor taste.
Fortunately, there are a number of other stories floating around here that can sufficiently pique one's interest, such as the lore surrounding the creatures of this encampment. I've encountered quite a number of them already -- yourselves aside, I have been introduced to the metallic cows and the kraken that dwells on the silo.. The former are a bit ... counterproductive at best, I believe, given the lack of biological functions and general dearth of meat. What are you supposed to do with them again, exactly? ... Ah, never mind, forget that I asked. I can already tell that I would be better off not knowing. The latter is quite charming, if not a tad friendly. I can say with certainty that her mere existence is likely making one Mr. H.P. Lovecraft roll over in his grave.
But there's still one monster I have yet to see for various research purposes. So, if you would be so kind as to lead me to one, I'd be much obliged. Legend has it that they are far more powerful than any other monster here, literally carrying all of our lives in the balance as though it were nothing. Their wicked wings arch, and the nefarious red globe of theirs acts as a warning to all potential predators, with their beady eyes bearing down, full of intent. And we shall all know it by its deafening cry of ... "kupo."
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Series: The Vampire Diaries
Character Age: Unknown; presumed to be thousands of years old. Appears to be in his early 30s.
Job: Keeper of Camp Lore and Mythology
Canon: Welcome to Mystic Falls, Virginia! It's a small town that's rich with history -- not to mention the supernatural. Vampires, witches, werewolves -- you name it, it's probably there. Elena Gilbert finds herself entangled deeply in both in The Vampire Diaries as she attempts to navigate her way through high school while dealing with the Salvatore brothers, who both happen to be in love with her and are vampires. Quel surprise! Elena comes to discover that she is central to a supposed curse placed on vampires and werewolves that can only be broken with her death. This makes her a prime figure for a power grab between all the supernatural types in Mystic Falls and even beyond, each with their own motives.
Elijah is one such supernatural type -- a vampire, and an "Original" vampire to be precise. He's an eloquent man who poses as a visiting author with an interest in Mystic Falls’ rich history, endearing himself to many of the prominent figures in town. His manner of speaking is polite, although he has a wicked sense of humor and a great deal of snark at times. Around most people, he's a well-spoken man with a bit of bite to his speech. To those who know who or what he actually is, he's a self-assured man who doesn't mince words. Elijah is also a vampire with a sense of honor who will keep his word when he gives it -- so long as he is given the same respect. As an "Original" vampire, Elijah is much stronger than the average vampire. He can walk in the sun, tear out a werewolf's heart without batting an eye, and most importantly, he cannot die unless it's done in an incredibly specific manner. Fortunately, his goals line up with Elena's, and he finds himself in a murky alliance with her and the Salvatores. His main priority? Taking out the show's mysterious big bad and keeping Elena safe -- all while sipping wine and offering dry one-liners.
Sample Post:
Flyover country is rather quaint, isn’t it? Still, even a remote location such as this can be rife with a rich history. Every city, even the smallest of towns, has their own set of stories, of lore that runs the gamut between the believable and the more far-fetched. Although given your current undead state, I suppose you're already quite aware of that, aren't you? I've heard similar stories about the walking dead, but to see it first hand ... fascinating. I'd imagine my excitement would be much more palpable, however, if any of you were the least bit impressive. Your guttural groans and sluggish shambling are hardly capable of instilling fear in the heart of any man. They say that fact never quite lives up to myth, and I'd have to agree -- you're living proof of that. Well, not living, but you get the idea.
All the same, you're a part of the rather extensive and intricate web of mythology that's been woven around this encampment. You see, there are a number of stories that have been passed on -- some which carry a certain amount of truth, and some that are complete ... well, I believe "crap" would be a sufficient yet polite term for it. And it seems that I've been assigned the task of having to wade through this web and perhaps make some amount of sense out of it. Not that I mind, of course. As an author and a historian of sorts, I can appreciate a good story, whether or not it has a basis in reality. However, "good" is a rather subjective concept, and this habitat seems to derive a sort of sick pleasure in loosely interpreting that very concept, such as how it prefers to interpret the "fabled" prohibition on copulation. While the pain it inflicts upon those foolish enough to cross it is marginally amusing at times, it lacks the creativity of a truly imaginative myth. I believe Ovid’s Metamorphoses has already visited this territory several times over. That aside, it’s simply in poor taste.
Fortunately, there are a number of other stories floating around here that can sufficiently pique one's interest, such as the lore surrounding the creatures of this encampment. I've encountered quite a number of them already -- yourselves aside, I have been introduced to the metallic cows and the kraken that dwells on the silo.. The former are a bit ... counterproductive at best, I believe, given the lack of biological functions and general dearth of meat. What are you supposed to do with them again, exactly? ... Ah, never mind, forget that I asked. I can already tell that I would be better off not knowing. The latter is quite charming, if not a tad friendly. I can say with certainty that her mere existence is likely making one Mr. H.P. Lovecraft roll over in his grave.
But there's still one monster I have yet to see for various research purposes. So, if you would be so kind as to lead me to one, I'd be much obliged. Legend has it that they are far more powerful than any other monster here, literally carrying all of our lives in the balance as though it were nothing. Their wicked wings arch, and the nefarious red globe of theirs acts as a warning to all potential predators, with their beady eyes bearing down, full of intent. And we shall all know it by its deafening cry of ... "kupo."
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