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Jun. 20th, 2010 12:32 pmCharacter:
Series: Vampire Diaries - TV series
Character Age: 162 years old, physically 17
Canon: Dear Diary, today I'm going to turn my life around. At least that's what Elena Gilbert told herself. She was going to forget all about the sorrow in her life from losing her parents and learn to be happy again. Fortunately for her, there's a new kid in town named Stefan who seems interesting, if not overly mysterious. Unfortunately for her, he's also a vampire with a mysterious past and a psychopathic brother in tow. She asked for a change and she got one that'll rewrite the history of her home town, Mystic Falls, forever.
Stefan is the "good" brother. He refuses to drink human blood or hurt people, possessing a strong inner sense of justice and compassion which he'll uphold no matter what the cost. Overly serious and yet not without his own sense of dry humour, Stefan is trying to bring himself back into human society, to live just like anyone else. Gentle and polite, with his own brand of self-loathing towards the kind of being he is, Stefan is easily manipulated by other people's feelings. But at the end of the day, Stefan never stops trying to make a difference for the better.
Sample Post:
Journal Entry 01
I'm in someplace new for the first time in a long, long time so I thought I should start fresh. For centuries I have lived in secret... until now. I guess I'm just a closeted kind of guy but I can't stay that way for the rest of my life. Unlife. You know what I mean. I have just arrived at Camp Fuck U Die, a name that doesn't sound all that promising. They're really trying to intimidate the wrong person here though. Been there, died, came back. There's not much else to say on the subject and the details are better left unsaid, but all of that is behind me now. I don't have to be that guy, always hanging by the sidelines, waiting for the world to pull me back in. I'm going to make a difference to myself and to the people around me. I know I can. Of course, I can't do anything until I find my way through this cornfield. I should really take things slowly. This time, no one's going to notice I'm strange or mysterious. I'll be one of them. Though I guess that means I better start feeling passionate about cornfields and the great outdoors.
The locals are finally coming out to greet me. I think they're wary of strangers here, from the way they seem to huddle close to each other. Did something happen here? They look so scared... no one should feel like that. They seem to be hurt too, badly, enough to leave them barely alive and yet, they're not bleeding. How is that possible? How can they still be standing? I don't understand any of this, just that I know someone must be responsible for what happened to them. They just stand there, muttering to themselves, not realizing I can hear them quite clearly, super-hearing unnecessary. Something about Marcy and brains, maybe start a new sentence - something about Marcy and brains. I'm not sure ... not sure how that's connected unless we're talking about the love for a woman robbing common sense. I'm really familiar with that story and not in a good way. And believe me, it's just better to say no. Especially if she's got her fingers in too many pies. Wow, that is a lame expression. I should scratch that out. I have to get with the times. No more eighties for me. Or seventies. I don't miss the grunge fad in the least.
Maybe I should seek this Marcy out. Get her to stop. I'm sure that if I talk to her, things will work out for the better. I remember all those times when I needed someone to help me, but I was on my own. No one else should have to feel that way. She may be picky about her guys, but I'm sure I can get close enough to change her ways. I mean, I've got nothing to lose, right? My "brain" should be fine if I've already got my own love of my unlife. I'm really in no danger of getting love-struck or literally struck. The only problem is trying to get her attention.
If putting on full-body glitter is the way to do it, then it's a sacrifice I have to make.
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