Elena Gilbert
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She wasn't looking for a knight, she was looking for a sword.
Posts: 8 
Time Zone: MT
Character Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Character Gender: Female
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Character Occupation: Survivor
Alias: Kels
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Character Age: 149
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Character Relationship Status: Single
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Post by Elena Gilbert on Jan 17, 2018 21:56:21 GMT
Streets once lined with stunning jazz, delectable food, and endless culture now were unrecognizable. She could still see it, though, in her mind's eye. Buildings that withstood centuries of time, cemeteries that held countless generations of humans and even witches. It had not been New Orleans for over 130 years, but she could still imagine. Even if she had only seen the city as a young child, before vampires took over and the apocalypse ended life as she knew it, New Orleans had always been a city of dreams to her—a place to visit throughout her eternity, to see how it changed with each generation. But, now all that remained was ruins. It was not recognizable, and it pained her to think that no true living thing knew what once stood there.
Elena lightly kicked a rock in her path, sending it sprawling over ancient stone that had probably once been part of a church. Her boots were scuffed both from the kicking of rocks and who knew what else—after having been on her own for so long, it wasn't like new clothes were being thrown at her. Most stores had been ransacked over a century before, and whatever ones that still stood standing were empty, besides maybe for a lone human or two trying to stay alive in the new world. She had taken to doing the same, at times, if buildings remained standing. It was a welcome change from finding shelter in the woods that had taken over the Earth. Truly, civilization was no more, and the world was returning to how it was before the emergence of humans.
Thump.
The  spun on her heel with inhuman speed, eyes locking onto that of a strange bird that had taken off from its perch. It's sudden movement had knocked over the rock just near it, sending it tumbling down into more rubble. Elena sighed, having thought it may have been another person, a human or even a . She hadn't encountered someone in some time, for any groups of people were few and far between these days. It was a tough time for a , for she had begun feeding on animals many years ago once humans dwindled. The aftertaste was wretched, but she had slowly gotten used to it. Stefan had been right—it wasn't as bad as she expected.
Though, as Elena continued her trek through the ruins of New Orleans, she came upon the reason she returned. She wouldn't admit, it though. Stepping through the ruined streets, she looked at the rubble that was Mikaelson Manor. She had seen it in better shape; directly after the apocalypse, it had remained upright despite some damages. Now, though, it was nothing like it once was. It didn't even house the Mikaelson family anymore, it seemed, as there were no sounds coming from inside the ruins. Good, she thought to herself, bitterly recalling an encounter that had plagued her mind for decades. Though, as sharp as the memory was, she did wonder where the family remained—instantly, she thought of Elijah's safety, and Hayley's, and maybe even Klaus'.
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Niklaus Mikaelson
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Do not underestimate the allure of darkness.
Posts: 17 
Time Zone: UK, loves.
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Alias: The Bastard Hybrid
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Character Age: old lad
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Post by Niklaus Mikaelson on Jan 18, 2018 21:56:37 GMT
Ploc.
Ploc.
Ploc.
The last crimson drops trickled out of the lifeless body. Fresh blood cells spattered his mouth merrily, a great regalement for the fallen King. Fallen? Ah, not so much. He did look positively frightening in this moment of glorious satisfaction, when at last his infamous appetite was quenched. Fallen he only was, for New Orleans’ throne was inexistent, though he had plans to change that – but then again, did he not always?
Should Elijah’s heart wish to delude his mind into thinking redemption was still within reach, then so be it. But he knew, that the person he had become was even worse than prior. A look at him sufficed to confirm Klaus’ point. And albeit mastering the art of deception, the blatancy of his rage could never go undetected. The verbose output of blood’s voice rising stronger than before, whispering into the back of his head. The threnody growing headier, natural animalistic instincts returning to the fore, despite last relinquishments. But even in those moments of weakness, when mind bowed, when last strengths eloped, and when abdication was confessed, he did not feel bad about himself. He relished in this defeat and was thankful for the loop-hole. Duties abandoned momentarily, mind drifting away – body escaping his very own control.
New Orleans had become his very own hunting ground, the rare souls passing through, he had decided, were his to play with. And what the hybrid reigned; was made rule therein. His siblings, Hayley, they had quickly understood this was his only way out of his misery. Although he never said how much in pain he was, words were not needed. His entourage had chosen to ignore what he did in his former city for his psychological survival somewhat depended on his wandering and misdeeds committed there. What Niklaus did in New Orleans, stayed in New Orleans. No one asked, and he did not tell. But somehow, when he got back from New Orleans to the Mountain, the inner turmoil seemed a tad more tranquil. And so, Elijah, Rebekah, Hayley – they smiled, and let it go. And perhaps it was better this way, there was no point in trying to reason with Klaus anyway.
This time, however, he was not alone. He watched her from a far distance, stopping before the Mikaelson manor. Former, manor. Standing upright, muscles tensed, he called from the distance, “This is private property,” the odiously irritating ‘Klaus-smile’ was drawn upon his lips. He had not seen of her in a very long time, truth be told he had not seen much of anyone except for his family, in quite a while, doing what he did best – severing himself from the world.
In a flash, he was standing on her side. His eyes did not meet hers, focus drawn entirely on what he had once called home. Regrets might have even played in the nice blue of his eyes, short-lived however for emotions he rarely allowed to emerge from the ice-sea-orbs.
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Elena Gilbert
New Member
She wasn't looking for a knight, she was looking for a sword.
Posts: 8
Time Zone: MT
Character Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Character Gender: Female
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Character Occupation: Survivor
Alias: Kels
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Character Age: 149
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Character Relationship Status: Single
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Post by Elena Gilbert on Jan 19, 2018 0:47:53 GMT
Normalcy was an illusion nowadays. She could convince herself that building a shelter in the woods was normal, that hunting animals was normal, that being on her own for prolonged periods at a time was normal. These were the words she repeated on a daily basis, or maybe even more; it kept her sane, truly, in her loneliest and darkest moments. To convince herself that what she did to survive was normal and that there was a life worth living somewhere in the future—it was enough for her, even if it hadn't been enough for others. Elena had seen others take their own lives due to pure devastation. She would never question their final action, for truthfully she understood. Her immortality led her to hope for a better life one day, one that reminded her of her childhood. Friends, family, calm moments spent inside a warm home.
Home.
The word hung heavy on her heart, and maybe even stung her eyes as she overlooked the ruin that was Mikaelson Manor. She hadn't had a home in quite a few decades, really; after the apocalypse began, there was one place she returned to here and there. A routine, a place to visit and feel even slightly safe, but now it was nothing more than a pile of rock. As a human if anyone would have asked her if she considered the Mikaelson Manor a place that she considered home, she would have scoffed in their face. But when the world was stripped of everything it had known, including most of her friends and family, maybe she had considered the elaborate mansion something like that. Not anymore, she thought to herself. Whether it was because the building had long-since fallen or because of her last true discussion with Klaus, she wouldn't say, but anyone could guess. It had been decades since she had last faced the Original Hybrid, and though time had lessened her anger, the wound he had ripped open still pained her from time to time. Throughout the years she had sometimes contemplated countering his claim, but whenever she thought of what to say, she came up blank. She figured it best to move on from it entirely, and let the Mikaelson simply be a memory.But, apparently, he didn't just want to be that.She would know his voice anywhere, even if it had been forty years since she had last heard it. His voice sounded louder than it really was, for Elena hadn't spoken to someone in some time. The dopplegänger did not look over her shoulder or acknowledge him in the slightest, for she knew he would arrive at her side soon enough. All she felt was a small chill crawl up her spine when he appeared beside her, the soft wind from his movement causing her hair to fall over her shoulders.Elena looked different than what he had last seen, she imagined. Eyes as clear and sharp as a doe's remained the same, but with more knowledge hidden in their depths. Her skin was a shade or two darker than it's usual olive tone due to the constant power of the sun's rays, and with this came the lightening of her hair as well.It was a shade lighter than it used to be, now bordering on that of a light chocolate brown. It was also cut shorter to just past her shoulders, and it was probably much wavier than anyone was used to.She stood in silence alongside him for a few long moments, not looking away from the rubble just at their feet. Finally, though, she spoke. "If this is private property, then you are a horrible guard dog," she mused, the statement a bit bland despite the almost-teasing insult that lay behind it. Her throat scratched as she spoke, both from lack of water and from having not spoken for some time. It felt good to speak to someone else, even if it was him. Elena was the first to break away from the remains of the manor, chocolate eyes looking to his. She saw something in them, remnants of emotion even, but said nothing of it for now. She didn't even seem surprised as she saw the blood dried around his mouth, undoubtedly from a fresh kill considering its color. The smell of it was enough to cause the whites of her eyes to darken, the veins beginning to creep along her eyelids. Though, as she inhaled through her nose, her face returned to that of a human's. Elena decided to speak once again, not having ever been one to walk on eggshells around him, especially not now. There was no point in it. "What are you doing here?"
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spun on her heel with inhuman speed, eyes locking onto that of a strange bird that had taken off from its perch. It's sudden movement had knocked over the rock just near it, sending it tumbling down into more rubble. Elena sighed, having thought it may have been another person, a human or even a 
