Post by Katherine Pierce on Jan 28, 2013 18:57:51 GMT -8
THERE'S A STORM
ON THE STREETS
B U T Y O U S T I L L D O N ' T RUN
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ON THE STREETS
B U T Y O U S T I L L D O N ' T RUN
W A T C H I N G A N D W A I T I N G
F O R T H E R A I N T O C O M E
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NAME|| Katerina Petrova ~Katherine Pierce
NICKNAMES|| Kat, bitch, doppelganger.
AGE/BIRTHDAY|| It's said I look around 18 or 19. I was born on June 22, 1474.
GENDER/ORIENTATION|| Straight.
SPECIES|| Vampire ~ Original.
CANON|| Canon.
FACE CLAIM|| Nina Debrev
HAIR COLOR|| My hair is as rich as a chocolate bar melting on a hot summers day.
EYE COLOR|| My eyes are an intense brown.
ANIMAL COLOR|| ~
BLOOD DIET|| I've drank it all- from animals when necessary, to blood bags. My deepest pleasure is the heated blood of a human.
BUILD|| I'm about five foot six and I weigh approximately one hundred and thirty pounds. I have the perfect oval shaped face. My nose is slightly pointy and leveled. My face is often hidden between wavy or curly locks of hair. I take pride in looking beautiful and make sure my make-up always looks good. I can't always look like Elena, can I, with the straightened goody-goody look? Nah, not me. Never Katherine.
STYLE|| I prefer being the complete opposite of Elena, as far as style goes. Where she is comfortable in jeans, I like the more exotic, sensual, sexy look. It isn't rare at all, to find me in a nice little skimpy dress to gather the attention I love to get from any man that has fallen victem to my desires.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES|| I have a small birth mark on her inner thigh. Unless you are specifically looking for it, it most often goes unnoticed.
PERSONALITY|| My personality is truly unique in its own right. I'm a bitch and I know it. I will sneak and pry whatever it is I want from you. Yes, say it..I'm manipulative. I like myself, so what? For the other little traits, I am intelligent. Witty, beautiful, and captivating. When I decide to show any emotion other than my manipulative self, it's rare. However, I have on ocassion shown compassion and love. I may even shed a tear from time to time. I like to plan and con everything to work in my favor, then leave you watering at the mouth as I take my exit. I love to be sexy and told Im beautiful. I can be the flirt too, when I want.
LIKES/STRENGTHS|| (optional)
DISLIKES/WEAKNESSES|| (optional)
SECRETS/FEARS|| (optional)
SKILLS|| Super Strength. Super Speed. Emotional Control. Dream Manipulation. Heightened Senses. Mind Compulsion
Immortality. Healing ability.
OCCUPATION|| Aways the socialite.
FAMILY|| Mother- Isabella Petrova. Father - Michael. (Although unknown to any.) Tatia -Ancestor. Tatia's Child- Ancestor. Unnamed Daughter. Isobel Saltzman- Descendant.
Elena Gilbert-Descendant
HOMETOWN|| Mystic Falls.
HISTORY||I was born on June 22 1475 to two wealth Bulgarian parents. Life as I knew it back then was quite the luxury. There wasn't a thing I didn't get as far as toys, clothing, or the proper education befitting a woman of my youth and time In modern times, you could of considered me quite the spoiled brat. Having everything, such as I did, had its flaws. I always wanted more. No matter the cost.
Such as the time when I was around fifteen years old. I had fallen hard for a man. I had to have him. Whatever the cost was. Low and behold, out of our little tryst came a child. A pregnant unwed mother at that time was the total sin. My family immediately disowned me.
I carried the baby the full nine months. But seconds after I gave birth to my beautiful baby girl, my father had come in to scoop her away. He had told me it would be better if we never seen one another. Oh, this so broke my heart. I was heartbroken. I cried and held the pain of such lose in a grand place within my heart. My father, to complete my misery, banished me to England.
English life wasn't hard for me. I quickly adjusted to the ways of an english woman. Roughly about 1492 I met a man named Trevor. He later introduced me to the infamous Elijah who in return gave me the pleasures of meeting Klaus. It was from the very moment I met Klaus, I found myself fond of him. I was attracted to Klaus until I found out what he was, and that he was planning on using me as a sacrifice to break the The Hybrid Curse placed on him. With my newfound friend Trevors help, I managed to escape. Sad part about having Trevors help, this brought us two closer and ultimately Trevors deep love for me.
Any pursuers were led astray. Trevor told her to go east, to a cottage in the woods where she would be safe. And so I did. This is where I met Rose. I should of known not to trust Rose. She had her own motives with me. She locked me away in a room, threatening me with the fact she was taking me back to Klaus. All because of what I had in my possession - the moonstone!
Later on, after two failed suicide attempts, I woke up to find out I was in transition to becoming a vampire. I had blood of a vampire inside of me, that brought all this on. With the final act of using the cabin owner as a shield from Rose who was trying to kill me with a stake, I gave into the urge to drink the womans blood finishing the transition to a vampire. A short time later, I disappeared into the night. My objective was to return home and see my family. Only thing was, when I got there, I found they had been killed by Klaus. All in an act of revenge, this left me crying and heartbroken. I was last seen crying over the dead body of my mother. God bless her very soul.
I kept to myself for hundreds of years after. Doing what was necessary to survive being a vampire out on her own. In 1864 I came to Mystic Falls. My name had even been changed to Katherine to avoid Klaus finding me. While in Mystic Falls, I had made friend with several like Pearl, Anna, and Emily Bennet. With a ring made by Emily to walk in the light, I was taken in by one of the wealthiest families of the time, the Salvatores.
Such lovely family this was, as longest she kept the secret of being a vampire from the brothers father Guillespie. Time passed onwards. I was the center of both Salvatore brothers world. Damon fell in love with me, as did Stefan. Stefan had worked his way into my heart. A man of growth and life. Who couldn't love this lovely man. Only I couldn't be happy with one of them. I had to have both, even went as far as sleeping with both men. I enjoyed the rivalry I seen, both fighting for my affections.
Such bliss was short lived though. In the heat of passion I turned both brothers into vampires. Boy! The problems this caused.. Stefan accidently told his father about the unknown world of vampires and unwittingly was drugged by his father.Guilespie finding out his sons were of the undead led to them both being staked. In all this commotion, of that night, I was taken with many other vampires to Fells Church and locked up under the church. George Lockward helped me escape. I had given him the moonstone just prior to running off.
In the process of running, I came across the bodies of the brothers. I ran right to Stefan and bowed down to the ground. A kiss was given to his cheek and a vow promised, that one day, the two would be together again. Just moments later, I was once again off into the darkness. Life taking me wherever it chose.
I never forgot about the brothers. I seen Stefan once in a concernt. It was only natural to keep an eye on the man that she held dear to her heart. Another time, I even seen him from a great distance in Chicago. I was careful though, to never let him see me..
This brings me into the here and now. Back in Mystic Falls, I''ve it seems I'm the much unwanted quest. Everyone hates me. Not that I blame them, for I've only been on the look out for what benefits me, and keeps me out of the grasp of Klaus. I've learned of my doppelganger Elena, became her nemesis and all but short of ruined her life as she knew it. The Salvators know Im here..hate me, or so they claim...and try to stay as far away from me as they can. Or so they try. Im back for a reason...after another sudden disappearance. I have killed Stefan...for my own gain ..What do I want now? Soon that will be known. Soon, all with be told. I just need to make sure I'm always one step ahead of the game.
BEHIND THE SCENES|| Janna
OTHER CHARACTERS|| ~
CONTACT|| pm through site.
RP SAMPLE||
Katherine sat on the couch inside the Salvatore boarding house. Upon her arrival back to Mystic Falls, she seemed to turn everyones world upside down. Deep within her, she reveled in the fact of these small accomplishments. Having found her beloved Salvatores and having avoided Klaus for so long, she felt proud of herself.
Well, if only she could find a way to weasel herself into Stefans hard, all would be perfect in her view of things. Stefan wasn't having it though of course. He was madly, head over heels with the look- alike goody goody Elena. This thought made Kat frown and let out a soft huff. Just what did Stefan, or Damon for that matter see in this girl. A girl. That was what Elena was, and nothing more to Katherine.
Katherine leaned over. On the top of the coffee table was her half empty tumbler of scotch. Small dainty hand came forward and wrapped around her drink. As she brought the glass up and took a couple of swallows, she looked around the living room. It was too quiet there. She hated silence like this. Something had to give. She wanted to party. Have a party of congradulations for making everyones life a pure hell.
A few minutes later, she finished her drink and lifted up to stand. Empty glass was set to the bar as she made her way to the radio. She was wanting to dance. Be merry. Party. Anything would be better then the silence of the house. Where the brothers were, she didn't know. She only could imagine, they were out trying to save little Elena from her untimely demise. There was another eye roll. Seriously. Just what did those two see in her? Eh. Flipping through the stations, she found a song and turned the volume way up. It wasn't too long before Kat was moving around the living room, dancing to "Im sexy and I know it." What a song really. It did fit how Katherine thought of herself.
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