CLEA GIVENS
Psychic
Posts: 320
Age:
30
Occupation:
Bartender at the Grill
Status:
Interested In
Partner:
Damian
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 20, 2024 19:58:46 GMT
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Post by CLEA GIVENS on Aug 12, 2016 14:23:36 GMT
There were mornings when Clea hated her job, when dragging her exhausted ass out of bed with her eyes burning and her brain aching felt like it wasn’t worth the effort, but then there were the nights that she wished wouldn’t end. On those nights it felt like her nerves were on fire beneath her skin, her heart pounding a rhythm in her chest that matched that of the Grill itself. She could practically feel the hum of every soul in the place, every soul who’d ever walked through the door and it drove her to giddying heights. There were also those days that turned out to be both, just like today. Clea had barely been able to drag herself out of her bed this morning and it hadn’t just been because she’d actually stayed at the Grill last night, drinking with her until way beyond when she’d actually finished work. She’d been a little frazzled after another fruitless weekend searching for the mystery blonde from her vision and what was wrong with spending a little time chilling with a glass or two of bourbon anyway? The problem had been when she’d tried to haul herself out of bed this morning. The alarm had rung like a jack hammer right next to her head, no doubt it had seemed like a good idea in her boozy state. Clea knew she’d probably done it so she could get in a little time with the books before her shift but that had been no comfort at 8am. Warming up once she’d trailed through the Grill’s doors at 11am had taken some time. Clea had managed to keep the lid on her sullenness but the lunch rush had come and gone before the sluggishness had been shrugged off. Once the energy had started to build there was no putting a lid on it, as usual Clea had become a live wire, shooting the breeze with the local bar flies she’d come to know since she’d trailed into town, shooting from table to table, delivering late lunches with the sort of quick flash of a grin that usually had a couple of extra tips slipping her way. The last time she’d had a shift this good she’d managed to take the cash and add a fat, juicy, eighteenth century collection of supernatural tales to her collection. Of course she hadn’t read it yet but that was what the evening was for and until she could curl herself up on her couch, with a take-out, a cold bottle of beer and the leather bound masterpiece she was going to make the best of an improving day. Driven by that mental image she’d practically bounced her way through the next hour, scampering around the grill as things had wound down, charming her coworkers by blitzing her way through half a dozen of the most hated tasks with nothing but the jukebox and her good mood driving her. By the time the Grill started filling up again Clea’s mood had taken on grand proportions. The smile was beatific, her feet barely standing still as she practically pirouetted from one end of her alcohol filled domain to the other. Some kind soul had lined up a veritable who’s who of the rock world on the jukebox and Clea allowed the various rhythms guide her movement. As Creedence Clearwater Revival had announced ‘The Midnight Special’ Clea saw off one of the locals with a quick fingerwave and turned to face her next customer. Not anybody she recognised Clea thought, appraising the young man with a quick sweep of her shrewd gaze before she aimed a lightning quick grin in his direction. The dancing blue eyes narrowed slightly as she plucked the bar towel from the back pocket of her jeans to wipe off her hands. Cocking a hip, Clea studied the guy across the bar, tapping a finger against her lips in time with the song for a moment before she opened her mouth. ”Diet soda on the rocks, twist of lime,” she posited. Clea couldn’t last more than a moment before she let out a chuckle. Cocking her head, she swept a menu up off the bar, offering it to the guy. ”That was a total guess, don’t spare my feelings if it was totally wrong. I like playing psychic with the customers but to be honest…” Lowering her voice to a conspiratorial level Clea beckoned him close. ”…I pretty much suck at it. What can I actually get you?” Breaking the ice came naturally to Clea, especially when there was enough energy running through her veins to power a half dozen lesser mortals. The problems always started when the person on the other side of that chilly wall wasn’t quite as happy with the bouncy sledge hammer approach. Tags: STEFAN SALVATORE |
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STEFAN SALVATORE
Vampire
Doppelganger
Posts: 518
Age:
17/176
Occupation:
Mechanic
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Bonnie Bennett
Played by:
Emma
we choose our own path. our actions and values, they define who we are
Last seen Oct 31, 2024 22:24:14 GMT
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Post by STEFAN SALVATORE on Sept 22, 2016 21:14:06 GMT
Ever since becoming a vampire Stefan had returned to Mystic Falls now and then to check on his family but he had always made a point of never staying in town for too long. It was the descendants of his half brother, a man he had never been given the chance to get to know, that had carried on the Salvatore name and for that Stefan was glad. He knew that his father had always intended on he and Damon being the ones to do that but they had proved to be nothing more than a disgrace to him in the end. He hadn’t been able to see that they had acted out of love for Katherine, something that Stefan knew now that he had only been compelled into feeling, and they had simply done what they had thought was right. In their father’s eye that had been a betrayal, however, and as a result of that betrayal he had ended up taking their lives. Stefan had never thought that the man he had once looked up to would have been capable of doing such a thing to his own sons but he had been proved wrong. He had never known that Katherine had been making him drink her blood for a while, Damon had done so willingly but each time Stefan had been compelled by Katherine into doing so. He knew deep down that it wasn’t a choice he would have made for himself, she had taken away his free will and when he awoke in transition it hadn’t taken him long to realise that he would rather die than become a monster. Unfortunately events had taken a very cruel twist and a monster was exactly what he had become. He had injured his own father, albeit in self-defence, and it had been his blood that had caused Stefan to complete the transition. After that he had made Damon do the same, an act that he was pretty sure his brother still hated him for even now despite the fact that Katherine was still alive after all, ad since then he had made more mistakes than he cared to admit. So many innocent lives had been lost because of him, both directly and indirectly, and yet somehow he was allowed to live on. He knew that most vampires forgot all about their victims but Stefan had never been the kind of person to do that, even the names of those he had killed during each of his Ripper phases were names that he still carried with him to this day, forever etched in his memory so that even now years later a part of them still lived on. In a way being back in Mystic Falls was bittersweet, the town had changed so much since he was a human but no matter where he looked he was still reminded of how much simpler things used to be. There was a time when his biggest worry had been how he was going to find a way to live up to his father’s expectations and still find a way to follow his dream of becoming a doctor but now he had much bigger things to worry about. So many people had been hurt or had lost their lives since he returned to Mystic Falls not thanks to him directly but because of who and what he was. He had put Elena and the others at risk by returning to his old home and even though he had tried to leave when he learned that Damon was in town and thought it would be safer for everyone to leave once he had neutralised his brother he hadn’t been able to follow through with it. Now he and Elena were going strong but with Katherine in town and rumours of a family of original vampires heading their way he knew it was more important than ever to keep her safe but the truth was he really didn’t know how he could do that although he knew that that wasn’t going to stop him from trying. There was a time when he had felt bad about dragging her into his world but she was Katherine’s doppelganger so the supernatural world had been bound to catch up with her sooner or later just like it would have Bonnie considering her family were witches. How Tyler fit into their world was something that still puzzled Stefan but he didn’t doubt that all would be revealed sooner or later. Until then life went on and considering he had no plans that day, after hunting and feeding on a deer to satiate his bloodlust he made his way to the Grill. He wasn’t sure if anyone else would be there but he was at a loose end so as far as he was concerned it was as good a way as any to spend his time. There was always so much going on in town that he knew to take advantage of the quiet days while they lasted and that was exactly what he wanted to do that day. Making his way to the bar, he had only just taken a seat when the young woman behind the bar reached him and predicted what he was going to order. As she said she explained what was going on, he felt a smile touch his lips. “Not bad, I might as well play along and actually have one of those, thanks,” he said, making sure to keep his voice low in return before flashing her a smile. Unfortunately keeping up the pretence that he was seventeen meant that he wasn’t legally allowed to drink so he knew that his options were pretty limited. “I don’t think I have seen you around before, have you been working here long?” he asked as he glanced over the menu trying to decide what he should have to eat. CLEA GIVENS
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CLEA GIVENS
Psychic
Posts: 320
Age:
30
Occupation:
Bartender at the Grill
Status:
Interested In
Partner:
Damian
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 20, 2024 19:58:46 GMT
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Post by CLEA GIVENS on Sept 24, 2016 22:03:42 GMT
Having moved hundreds of times before her 18th birthday Clea was pretty used to adjusting to a new place. As a kid there was a good chance she’d go to sleep in one camp and wake to find herself in another, snoozing through the entire transfer by truck or plane. Most, being medical camps, were pretty similar, the facilities and set up in one town mirrored in the next by Medecins sans Frontieres. There were small changes of course, different languages, different villages, sometimes they hit somewhere like Berlin or London on their way to somewhere else, but for the most part the moves were like clockwork. First thing she always tried to do when she hit the new spot was go exploring but sometimes that was severely limited by the size of the tiny village they found themselves in. In the dangerous parts of the world kids were only allowed to wander so far, especially when they were just visiting. Still, food, sleep, somewhere to sit and read, they’d always been her three top priorities, in that order. Moving to San Francisco had been a big change from that, her first really settled place. There’d been the added need of finding an apartment before she’d even gotten there, then locating that apartment, and her classes once she’d arrived. Still, as prepared as she was it hadn’t been too much of a leap. Mystic Falls was easier still, that first visit giving her the lay of the land for when she’d actually arrived and settled in. Clea knew she was the exception rather than the norm with her ability to just slip right in though. Not everybody had nomad parents who refused to settle in one spot. Second step was getting to know the locals. It’d been easier doing that as a kid, nobody minded a six year poking around in an area that was relatively safe. She’d be in and out of the tents, finding out just which of her parents’ friends had made the trip with them, which old familiar faces she’d cross paths with again. When she’d arrived in San Francisco there hadn’t been any of those, just a burning desire to immerse herself in her studies. The getting to know people part had happened in classes and at the bar once she’d picked up work there. By the time she’d dragged herself away to follow that vision of hers to Mystic Falls she’d made quite a few friends, had become close to a lot of the regulars at the bar. In a way it’d been hard saying goodbye to them, not being sure if she’d head back to stay there again. Mystic Falls had offered a whole new life, or at least it would for a while, until she got to see if her vision had led her to the right place. Now there were new faces to get used to, new locals to charm into tipping the new bartender. For the most part she’d managed that, although the morning crowd already seemed to have embarrassingly gotten used to the morose grouch who struggled in on those early days to open up. The rest, she figured, would come with time. There were probably still hundreds in the town she’d not yet met, although given time Clea liked to think she’d work her way through them all. With the guy who’d slipped onto a stool at the bar in front of her she’d gone with the tried and true method of playing guess the drink. It had worked as an ice breaker in San Francisco, although for a psychic her guess rate really was pathetically low. Luckily he didn’t take the attempt, or the admission of her truly sucking at the game too badly, in fact he was smiling at her, playing again. Grinning in return, Clea bounced back on her toes to grab a glass. ”Always makes it way more fun when people play along, and when they take my recommendations seriously,” she told him with a chuckle. Singing under her breath to the song that was still playing in the background she filled the glass with the soda, then twisted the slice of lime deftly and dropped it into the glass. ”Voila.” Clea set it down on the bar in front of him with a flourish. Blonde brows rose as she leaned back on the bar, a little surprised as he’d picked up on the new girl vibe so quickly, either that or he spent enough time in here to be totally familiar with all the staff. Narrowing her eyes, she counted back in her head. ”This is my seventh shift,” she decided finally. ”Just got into town a couple of weeks ago and the manager here was kind enough to take me on behind the bar. I guess you’re from around here if you managed to spot the transplant that quickly.” Suddenly remembering her manners, Clea offered her hand. ”Clea Givens.” Tags: STEFAN SALVATORE |
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STEFAN SALVATORE
Vampire
Doppelganger
Posts: 518
Age:
17/176
Occupation:
Mechanic
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Bonnie Bennett
Played by:
Emma
we choose our own path. our actions and values, they define who we are
Last seen Oct 31, 2024 22:24:14 GMT
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Post by STEFAN SALVATORE on Nov 20, 2016 19:48:24 GMT
Stefan had lived in a lot of different places since becoming a vampire. He had travelled the world a few times over and he had always enjoyed seeing everything that the world had to offer but the truth was that nowhere had really felt like home the way that Mystic Falls always had done. There was a reason why he had always found himself returning to his old hometown sooner or later, even though he knew that it was risky being in town considering the Founder’s Council was still on the alert looking for vampires and had even gone to the extreme of activating the Gilbert device to round up as many as they could there was still no place that he would rather be. To begin with he had returned home to check in on Zach but as soon as he had learned about Elena he had known that he had needed to stick around so that he could get to know her. He had wanted to find out exactly why she looked so much like Katherine and see if there was a place for him in her world but he hadn’t counted on falling for her the way he had done. He hated the fact that his presence in town put her in danger but deep down he knew there was more to it than that, the fact that Elena looked so much like Katherine meant that there were a lot of people who were interested in her for the wrong reasons and Stefan was determined to keep her safe. So much had happened already and with Katherine reportedly in town and a new threat on the horizon he knew that he wasn’t going anywhere. As far as the rest of the town was concerned he was just a normal teenager who attended high school with his friends and he wanted to keep it that way. Being an eternal teenager wasn’t something that he had ever wanted nor was it something that he would have ever chosen for himself but it was the hand he had been dealt and if it meant that he got to stay in Mystic Falls for longer then that was just the way it had to be. Spending time at the Grill wasn’t something that Stefan had done too often since returning to Mystic Falls but he knew that it was a good place to hang out and the truth was that he wanted a distraction from all things supernatural for a while so it had seemed like the perfect place to go. He had thought about inviting Elena or one of the others to join him but in the end he had decided to spend some time alone for a while although he definitely hadn’t been about to turn away the bartender when she had started talking to him. “Just goes to show you’re good at what you do if I’m not the only one to trust you,” he said, a smile forming on his face as he looked over at her. He imagined there were probably a few drinks that were safe bets but she had hit the nail right on the head with him. “Thank you,” he said, lifting the glass to his lips and taking a sip before setting the glass back down on the bar in front of him. He didn’t spend that much time at the Grill but he had been in Mystic Falls long enough by now to know most of the faces of the locals and the woman before him definitely didn’t fall into that category. “In that case welcome to Mystic Falls. How are you liking it so far?” he asked as he looked across at her. As she guessed that he was from around town since he had managed to spot her so quickly, his smile returned. “You’re half right. I’m from one of the founding families and I’ve lived here on and off but I returned properly a few months ago,” he said before taking her outstretched hand and shaking it. “It’s nice to meet you Clea, I’m Stefan Salvatore.”CLEA GIVENS
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CLEA GIVENS
Psychic
Posts: 320
Age:
30
Occupation:
Bartender at the Grill
Status:
Interested In
Partner:
Damian
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 20, 2024 19:58:46 GMT
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Post by CLEA GIVENS on Nov 26, 2016 18:03:10 GMT
It really didn’t take much to set the ‘what ifs’ off in her head these days. Last night she’d sat here with a glass of bourbon, waxing lyrical with the bartender who’d been on shift about the whims of the universe, trying to find some explanation for the way things had panned out with her family, with both of her families. Clea had thought she’d mostly gotten it out of her system this morning but, it turned out, all it took to put the questions back at the forefront of her mind was a simple comment by a customer. Would she be here, working behind a bar, if her dad had managed to save her sister, would she have gone to college or moved around the world over and over? Clea doubted it. Her family were psychics, at least one of her parents must’ve been for it to appear in her. They probably wouldn’t have been able to give her the opportunities born of near endless finances that the Givens’ had, but how effect would being brought up by a different family really have had? That was something she was going to have to ask her sister when she tracked her down. If she ever tracked her down. The luck she was having in that was pretty abysmal but at least she was here, in the town the visions had led her to, and who knew, each person who walked through the doors of the Grill could lead her towards that farm house and the sister she’d been searching for since the day she’d found out she wasn’t really Clea Givens. A wry grin touched the corners of Clea’s mouth as the flattery started. Maybe she’d given him slightly the wrong impression about being taken seriously. They didn’t happen all that often with her, especially after people began to see the layers of the onion she’d always seen herself as. All it took was a little too much of the goof and sometimes they started backing off. This one wasn’t yet though, tolerating the whole thing better than most. ”Good at playing psychic?” she asked, a teasing note in her voice for a moment before she snorted. ”I’m worse at that than you could ever possibly imagine but good at being a bartender, I certainly try to be.” There wasn’t often much you could do wrong popping the cap off of a beer or pouring a soda but she’d always seen the job as more than that, tried to put more of herself into it than that. Clea nodded a ‘you’re welcome’ to him before she propped the heels of her hands back against the bar. ”Thanks,” she said, accepting the welcome with a dip of her head. ”So far, I’m loving the place. Friendly locals, decent place to work, a killer library not all that far from here to plunder … that puts it a head and shoulders above most places I’ve been.” Admittedly a lot of those places were barely marked on most maps and were too poor to own a single book let alone the thousands that were at Whitmore. At the mention of the founding families Clea’s brows rose faintly, then, as he shook the hand she’d offered Clea let out a low whistle. ”A Salvatore, I have to say I’m impressed Stefan,” she managed on a chuckle. ”I did a little research on the town before I came here. I have to admit, I’m a bit of a history junky and places like this, where the history of the town gets celebrated, they totally float my boat.” Of course, most of that research had been in an attempt to see if her family, her biological family, had any sort of tie to the area. Not that she’d have known it given how little her parents had been able to tell her about them. Tags: STEFAN SALVATORE |
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STEFAN SALVATORE
Vampire
Doppelganger
Posts: 518
Age:
17/176
Occupation:
Mechanic
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Bonnie Bennett
Played by:
Emma
we choose our own path. our actions and values, they define who we are
Last seen Oct 31, 2024 22:24:14 GMT
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Post by STEFAN SALVATORE on Jan 2, 2017 18:00:03 GMT
So many times over the last hundred years Stefan had found himself thinking about all of the what ifs. Any number of things could have caused his life to turn out differently, he could have settled down, become a doctor and started a family of his own if it hadn’t been for Katherine but he knew that no amount of wishing could have changed anything. Meeting Katherine had turned his life upside down and he was still convinced that she had compelled him into loving her somehow but he also knew that if it hadn’t been for Katherine then he wouldn’t still be here now and he never would have met Elena or any of the other people he had come across since returning to Mystic Falls so he knew that was something to be thankful for at least. He had done a lot of things in the past that he wasn’t proud of but now he was trying to live his life the right way and help people rather than hurt them. He was doing his best to stay away from human blood, choosing to feed on animals instead, and it seemed to be working for him. He wasn’t like other vampires, whenever he fed from humans he lost control and it wasn’t long after that that he lost sight of who he really was. It wasn’t something that he was proud of, he hated the fact that he killed whenever he fed from humans, often going so far as to accidentally rip apart their bodies in a frenzy, and that guilt was something that he carried with him. He knew he wanted to be a better person than that so he was doing everything he could in order to make that happen. One thing he had learned was that hiding away from people didn’t always help, in fact sometimes it made things even worse so he tried to live as normal a life as possible. It wasn’t easy especially considering that he was stuck in the body of a teenager but he was fortunate that he had been able to start out as a teenager in Mystic Falls so that he could get to know Elena and it meant that he could stay there a bit longer before people started to realise that he wasn’t aging. That was always the hardest part, having to move on every few years so as not to arouse suspicion, but he hoped that this time would be different. Mystic Falls was the only place that had ever truly felt like home to the youngest Salvatore and he knew that the last thing he wanted to do was have to leave again. It was bound to happen eventually but for the time being at least he was quite happy where he was. At the moment he had much more than he’d had in a long time, he had Elena, he had friends and his relationship with his brother was better than it had been for years so he knew he didn’t want things to change any time soon. “You definitely have the banter thing going for you,” Stefan admitted, a smile forming on his face as he looked over at her. From what he had seen over the years one of the most important parts of being a bartender was being able to interact with the customers and Clea definitely had that down to a fine art. “Mystic Falls definitely has something about it,” Stefan nodded as Clea said that she was loving the town. He had travelled all over the world and yet he had never found a place that had felt like home the same way that Mystic Falls did. As she spoke again he couldn’t help but laugh. “I wouldn’t be that impressed, there are only two of us in town,” he chuckled. There had been three until Damon had killed Zach, someone that Stefan still missed even now, but that was in the past. “In that case you should definitely stick around, pretty much everything is celebrated in this town,” he grinned. CLEA GIVENS
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CLEA GIVENS
Psychic
Posts: 320
Age:
30
Occupation:
Bartender at the Grill
Status:
Interested In
Partner:
Damian
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 20, 2024 19:58:46 GMT
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Post by CLEA GIVENS on Jan 13, 2017 22:24:46 GMT
Clea Givens, bartender extraordinaire, adopted almost at birth from a family whose lives had been destroyed by loss, a homebody who’d finally been able to settle in one place for more than five minutes. Back when she’d been a ten year old kid, creeping into the base’s makeshift bar to listen to what the adults were talking about in there, Clea hadn’t expected she’d ever be, ever do any of those things. Most hadn’t even entered into her mind. Back then she hadn’t even really known that she’d want to end up in academia. Like every little kid she’d imagined some other fantastic life, one where she’d maybe get to work alongside her parents, as a superhero maybe, one with a cool cape who could swoop in and stop all the war, or a genius, someone who could fix all of the world’s hunger problems. She’d sure as hell not thought she’d be here, in small town America, happy in a job most would’ve seen as being miles below a kid whose trust fund could’ve sent dozens of the kids in Mystic Falls High to college. Dreams could be just as deceiving as looks though, sending you off on a completely different path to the one where you’d eventually end up. Getting a taste of college when her dad had been hurt, realising that her dreams were something more than just her subconscious’ way of working through things, they’d been the start of one hell of a journey, one that Clea hoped could end here, with her playing psychic amongst the friendly small town folk of Mystic Falls. With her finding her family. Being as close as she was to finding out everything she’d wanted to know was both a buoy and a weight for her mood, making it swing back and forth between last night’s melancholy and today’s happiness. That was her though, she guessed. A pinball of emotions, a mercurial woman, one who was happy to laugh at herself, especially when she was getting what she thought might be a compliment. Laughing, Clea narrowed her eyes at her customer. ”Is that a polite way of telling me I talk way too much?” she asked, teasing him just a little over his words. She did of course, always had, but as a bartender it worked for her, as a kid it’d just driven her parents mad. Mystic Falls would’ve driven them pretty nuts after a day or two too. They’d been used to their life on the road, had always grown itchy feet if they stayed in one place too long. She’d liked it the minute she’d crossed the town line and from what Stefan was saying, she wasn’t the only one. Shaking her head, Clea eyed Stefan with a half-smile on her face, one finger rising to aim in his direction. ”That’s more than I’ve got here, so I’m still pretty impressed. My family’s always been pretty nomadic, never staying in one spot for too long.” Admittedly, most of the places her parents headed to weren’t the sort of place most would imagine themselves living. And the other half of her family? That was still a mystery, who knew if they’d settled after they’d given her up for adoption. ”I intend to, I’ve got some things to get done here in town so you’ll be stuck with me a while. You’ll have to let me know the next time something’s going on.” At the very least she was here until her vision came true and if she had her way Clea knew she’d likely stay a while beyond that. There were things going on here that she suspected might weave their way into her thesis, and things she was certain were tied in to her family. Tags: STEFAN SALVATORE |
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STEFAN SALVATORE
Vampire
Doppelganger
Posts: 518
Age:
17/176
Occupation:
Mechanic
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Bonnie Bennett
Played by:
Emma
we choose our own path. our actions and values, they define who we are
Last seen Oct 31, 2024 22:24:14 GMT
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Post by STEFAN SALVATORE on Jan 16, 2017 22:15:58 GMT
Stefan’s life hadn’t turned out to be anything close to the one he had imagined for himself when he was younger. Back then it had always been tradition that the family estate would pass to the oldest son when the time came but his father had decided to go against convention and it had been Stefan that he had started to train to take over the running of the Veritas Estate. That wasn’t something that Stefan had ever wanted for himself, as far as he was concerned it should have been Damon’s but their father had refused to see sense. Damon had always rebelled against their father, the two of them were so alike in so many ways that Stefan was certain that was why they had clashed so much but he had never wanted to take that away from his brother. He had wanted to train to become a doctor so that he could do something good with his life and finally escape his father’s clutches. He had always known that it wouldn’t be easy to tell his father the truth but he had been working up to it. He hadn’t wanted that life and he hadn’t wanted the arranged marriage that his father had tried to push him into either so it had been a blessing when Katherine had come along to distract him from all of that. It had never occurred to him that she might be one of the vampires his father had warned him about and after he had learned the truth she had compelled him so that he wouldn’t be afraid of her. Even now Stefan was still convinced that she had done more than that; that she had compelled him into loving her as well, but that was all in the past. He had never thought that he would end up stuck in the body of a teenager for eternity but he had learned to live with that and now he was trying to make the most of the hand that he had been dealt. Going back to high school might seem like a strange choice to some but for Stefan it had given him the chance to get to know Elena not to mention that starting at school meant that he could stay in the town longer without arousing suspicion. Stefan had travelled so much over the course of his life so far and he had already seen a lot of what the world had to offer so the truth was that he wanted to stay in one place for a while. He had lived all over the world but Mystic Falls was the only place that had ever really felt like home to him and he knew that he didn’t want to give that up any time soon. The town had changed since he had last been there as had the people but a lot had stayed the same and for that he was glad. As Clea spoke Stefan couldn’t help but laugh. “As if I would ever say a thing like that,” he chuckled, his smile playful as he looked over at her. Clea did talk a lot from what he had seen but he actually didn’t mind at all, it was nice talking to her and he had a feeling that he wasn’t the only one who felt that way. Sipping his drink he couldn’t deny that he was intrigued as she spoke again. “Really? Where have you lived?” he asked, unable to keep the interest out of his voice as he spoke. He didn’t know if Clea’s parents were in the army or just liked to move around but he was curious as to whether they had been to any of the same places. As she spoke again his smile returned. “I will, don’t worry,” he assured her. “You can’t have come all this way and done so much homework only to miss out,” he teased. CLEA GIVENS
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CLEA GIVENS
Psychic
Posts: 320
Age:
30
Occupation:
Bartender at the Grill
Status:
Interested In
Partner:
Damian
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 20, 2024 19:58:46 GMT
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Post by CLEA GIVENS on Jan 21, 2017 16:02:13 GMT
If she’d known as a kid that she wasn’t really the offspring of Lucien and Vivienne Givens Clea knew she might not’ve questioned herself so much then. At times she’d taken pride in the fact that she was nothing like either one of them, well, nothing like them in a lot of fundamental ways. She’d thought that she’d inherited her father’s golden hair and pale eyes, her mother’s willowy figure and gritty determination but knowing what she now did, the only parts she could’ve possibly gotten from either of them had been what was nurtured into her. Nature had nothing to do with it, it wasn’t their blood flowing through her veins, that belonged to two people who had given her away soon after she’d been born. Clea knew she couldn’t blame either one of them for what they had done. They’d lost their eldest daughter, their family had been torn apart by tragedy. Could they have stomached looking down at the baby, thinking that she’d never replace what they had lost, would they have seen her oldest sister in her face? She was pretty sure the answer would have been no, in their place it wouldn’t destroyed her, grinding the shattered parts of her heart into dust. She should’ve been grateful for the parents she had ended up with. Despite her idiosyncrasies the Givens’ had loved her, had cherished her. No matter how much of a pain in the ass she’d been they’d loved her like their own child. If she’d gone into the system it could’ve been a thousand times worse, those quirks stamped out of her instead of cherished or tolerated. Although, perhaps if she had gone that route through life she wouldn’t have ended up driving half of her customers crazy before her charm managed to win them around. Thankfully her current customer hadn’t taken instant offense to her and her even running mouth. Cocking her head as he laughed, Clea clucked her tongue. ”Oh, you wouldn’t be the first if you did,” she assured him with a grin. ”Not everyone’s prepared to have their ears talked off when all they want is a beer and a burger.” Admittedly, most of those looking to avoid any sort of interaction with the staff tended to hide themselves away at the tables and booths in back. To her sitting at the bar had always been a universal way of opening yourself up to the bartender’s whims. He probably hadn’t known he’d be opening himself up to a bartender’s life story with it though. Clea drummed her fingers on the edge of the bar, considering what to tell her for a moment before she found her voice again. ”A full list might take the rest of the night,” she warned. ”Liberia, a lot of time in the middle east – Iran, Iraq, Bosnia, Russia for a couple of weeks, Rwanda, Zaire, Tanzania ... last couple of years it’s been more settled, London for six months, San Francisco for a few years.” She had warned him, she thought. Most wouldn’t have dreamed of letting their kids grow up in a series of war zones but her parents had been extraordinary people. Clea smiled gratefully at Stefan’s assurances that she’d hear about the next event but then found herself letting out a groan at the word ‘homework’. ”Don’t remind me of that,” she told him with a pained chuckle. ”There’s a pile of it at home big enough to cause an earthquake if it falls. Take my advice, Stefan, never go for a doctorate. The real reason they award those things is to applaud the fact that you’ve near killed yourself writing it.” Forget about academic excellence, Clea was beginning to see it as a merit badge for suffering. Tag: STEFAN SALVATORE |
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STEFAN SALVATORE
Vampire
Doppelganger
Posts: 518
Age:
17/176
Occupation:
Mechanic
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Bonnie Bennett
Played by:
Emma
we choose our own path. our actions and values, they define who we are
Last seen Oct 31, 2024 22:24:14 GMT
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Post by STEFAN SALVATORE on Apr 3, 2017 19:22:24 GMT
With everything that was going on at the moment Stefan sometimes couldn’t shake the need to escape it all for a little while. It was easy for Damon to detach himself from everything that was going on around him when he wanted to but the truth was that Stefan had never had that luxury. Ever since he returned to Mystic Falls it seemed to have been one thing after another – first Damon had been the one going around killing people, then the tomb vampires had taken that upon themselves and then the Gilbert device had been activated. Now one of the Original Vampires was after Elena for a reason that Stefan still couldn’t fathom and no matter how hard he tried he just couldn’t seem to get any leads on what was really going on. It was starting to feel like he and his friends just couldn’t catch a break and more than a few times over the last few months Stefan had found himself wondering if they would have been better off if he had never returned to Mystic Falls, in fact he had even come close to leaving once before Elena had told him that she loved him, but deep down he knew that the supernatural world would have caught up with them all sooner or later anyway so all he could do was try and keep them safe. Elena looked just like Katherine for a reason he had yet to figure out and Bonnie came from a long line of powerful witches so the truth was that it had been just a matter of time. That day, however, Stefan had sought an escape from everything that was going on for a while and that search had brought him to the Grill. He knew that a lot of people seemed to spend most of their time there but the truth was that he hadn’t that much since he moved back to town so he knew it would be a good idea to change that. He hadn’t quite counted on meeting such a chatty bartender during his time there but it wasn’t really a bad thing as far as he was concerned considering that it gave him something else to focus on for a while. “Lucky for you I’m not everyone,” he said, a smile forming on his face as he sipped his drink. As she listed off the places she had been to Stefan’s eyes widened in surprise. “You weren’t kidding. That’s pretty impressive,” he admitted. He had travelled around the world over the course of his life as a vampire but for Clea to have been to so many places over the course of her mortal life so far really was something. “Did you enjoy all the travelling?” he asked as he looked over at her, knowing that it wasn’t for everyone. As she spoke again Stefan couldn’t help but laugh. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he chuckled. The truth was that he already had once or twice when the desire took him but he knew just how difficult they could be so he was more than happy to stick with high school for a while. CLEA GIVENS
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CLEA GIVENS
Psychic
Posts: 320
Age:
30
Occupation:
Bartender at the Grill
Status:
Interested In
Partner:
Damian
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 20, 2024 19:58:46 GMT
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Post by CLEA GIVENS on Oct 30, 2017 16:15:37 GMT
Tell someone that you were a grad student working bar shifts in your down time and not a single soul batted an eyelid, in fact most rolled their eyes. It was a cliché and most probably thought that was as high as she was going to get up the social scale with a PhD in mythology and folklore. The eyebrows only started hitching when she told them that her route to Berkeley had been via Monrovia, Basra, Baghdad and Kigali. At that point they stopped hinting about the merits of law or business school and started asking what the hell her parents had been thinking. Most people in war zones were trying to get their kids out of there, not the other way around. Maybe given what had happened around the time of her birth her parents had thought it couldn’t get any worse for her. The fact that nothing had happened to any of them up until the moment her dad had been shot was probably proof that they’d been right. While the world had burned and exploded and starved around them her family had skated through, seemingly blessed. Then all at once it had changed and Clea had found it was her world exploding. After that, she supposed that working shifts and attending lectures was the oddity. It had raised her parents eyebrows at the same time as making them proud. Who knew if her birth family would find any of it as strange. For all she knew they could’ve been the academic sort, never setting foot outside of the small town where her adoptive parents had crossed paths with them. They could freak at the idea that they’d handed their daughter over to people willing to take her into battle with them or they could be like the guy in front of her, laid back, ready to accept her brand of crazy with a grin rather than a grimace. As he said, she was lucky he wasn’t everybody. Letting out a long sigh at his words, Clea patted her chest, showing her gratitude. This really could’ve been a very different encounter. ”I’m definitely feeling pretty lucky right now,” she admitted with a chuckle. If he had reacted differently to her, hunching his shoulders, withdrawing from the conversation she’d attempted to strike up with him Clea knew she wouldn’t have opened up about her past. She might’ve liked to talk just for talking’s sake but it didn’t mean she’d open up her past for every Tom, Dick and Harry. Clea’s fingers stilled on the edge of the bar as his eyes widened, a throaty chuckle rolling out as she nodded. ”Most people don’t believe when I tell them it was a pretty crazy upbringing. My dad was a surgeon with Doctors Without Borders. My mom travelled with him as a photojournalist. They couldn’t exactly leave me home and so I got to see what most kids never get to.” And of course the grass had always been greener on the other side. Other kids reached college longing to travel and see the world. She’d been the opposite, by the age of 18 she’d been almost desperate for a stable home, for more than five days in one place. Clea hummed faintly in decision, finally shrugging her narrow shoulders. ”Most of the time. Got a little tired of it after a while though. I just wanted to settle down and go to school. Got to do that in the end so I can’t complain too much.” Good naturedly she rolled her eyes as he promised to keep what she’d said about her doctorate in mind. ”That was part of the settling down for me. My postgrad at Berkeley and then I started my PhD there before I started hearing about Mystic Falls. A thesis on folklore and a town that seems full of it, gotta be a match made in heaven right?” Of course, the most important part of it here, the trail leading to her family, was still just outside her reach. Tags: STEFAN SALVATORE |
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