Stefan Salvatore

player name: Kayt
player livejournal: boggie
playing here: I would like to.
where did you find us? Creepin, friends.
are you 16 years of age or older?: Yes.



character name: Stefan Salvatore
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries - TV
Timeline: After homecoming (3x09) → released from Klaus’s compulsion and family-napping daggered originals.
character's age: 164

powers, skills, pets and equipment:
Stefan is a vampire. Included in his vampiric skill set is enhanced speed, strength, and hearing, fangs which allow him to easily drink blood of people and pets, as his sometimes dietary preferences dictate. When he goes into “vampire mode” his eyes change to a deep blood red and the veins around the sockets darken, throb and become significantly more pronounced as his fangs appear. Stefan also possesses a magical ring that enables him to walk in the sunlight, though it does not provide him immunity from other things fatal to vampires such as beheading, a stake through the heart, or having the heart ripped out.

As a vampire, Stefan heals incredibly fast unless injured by things such as wooden bullets or vervain, which he drinks in order to maintain a certain level of immunity to it (not complete immunity, but the effects of the herb -- burning upon contact, unconsciousness when enough is introduced to the bloodstream, and aversion to those who keep it on their person -- are reduced significantly) and to help resist the compulsion of original vampires. Vampire blood, including Stefan’s, can also be used to heal people from almost all injuries, as long as it’s administered before the person is dead. There is always the risk, however, that the vampire blood won’t heal the person and, upon dying, they’ll become a vampire. It’s tricky business, and should be (but often isn’t) used with caution.

canon history: Wiki Here!

personality: Stefan is a uniquely warped little snowflake. When he is good, he tries to be very very good, and when he is bad he is kind of an insensitive jerk who eats people. His greatest motivations involve protecting others, particularly those he cares for deeply, most notably his brother, Damon. This factors into his sense of self worth, which is generally derived from external sources: public opinion, his ability to save or protect people, doing the “right” thing.

Stefan also possesses an overdeveloped sense of guilt, one which weighs heavily on his conscience when his humanity allows it. This is why he didn’t drink human blood for many decades, feeling the weight of the lives his ripper brutality claimed in the past. Now that he’s returned to his bloodsucking ways, he’s a little less of a downer to hang out with. Released from his servitude and compulsion from Klaus, Stefan for the first time exists in a place where he’s not doing anything for anyone (except, maybe, Damon) and is negotiating his own terms for existence. This is a pretty new and rocky experience, since to date Stefan has lived according to instruction and expectation. He’s bound to encounter a few stumbling blocks along the way.

One of the most notable things that evolved out of Stefan’s lost sense of self is a tendency to manipulate and exploit people and events to suit the way he wants to be perceived. This is seen when he tailors the truth, withholding critical information about himself from people that are just forming their opinions of him, so that he is seen in the best light and feels like he is portraying himself as someone deserving of love. Likewise, when he feels that he is unworthy of being cared for he will hide away all his human emotions of guilt and love and personal responsibility for his actions so that he can fully embody the villain persona he thinks will keep people at a distance. Ultimately, however, in both polarities of his portrayal of himself Stefan gets lost. The truth becomes known through his own failure to uphold the image of himself he wants seen, combined with the inevitability of the parts of his past and present that he cuts out of what he presents to others, he finds himself no longer capable of upholding that image and equally unable to accept that he himself actually exists in a place between polarities, not either or but a combination of saint and the monster that he sees himself as.


why do you feel this character would be appropriate to the setting?
Stefan is a survivor. Above all else, his instinct is to stay alive. He adapts quickly to new settings and people, and while the various affects of the Mist would throw him off, his ability to weather through most situations means that he can probably muddle though just about anything life throws at him.



Network Post Sample:
Some previous threads of Stefan’s : Back to school and Chatting with his Ex (both are post 3x05 threads)

[Wandering around aimlessly has gotten Stefan exactly nowhere, served only to leave him thoroughly confused. He’s come back to the room he woke up in, plopping down on the bed, remembering again the device he found when he feels it in his back pocket.

He pulls it out, looks at it, turns it over in his hands, eventually tapping the screen, watching it come to life.]

Hello? Anyone? [He shakes the Forge, smacks it with his palm, peers into the small camera lens again.] I’m about done with this crap, so if someone could tell me how to get out of here that’d be great. [He sighs, rolls his eyes, sure this is completely hopeless.] I’ve got places to go, hybrids to kill.


Third Person Sample:
Awake.

Stefan’s eyes snap open as soon as consciousness swims up from the black, drawing in a gasp of air. Where am I? What happ-- But, even as he thinks this, he can’t remember, not fully. Staring at the ceiling, he hisses, rage welling up within him at being kidnapped, removed from the comforts of his home, away from the machinations of his revenge.

His first real thought is that this is Klaus’s doing, some hybrid lackey got the drop on him, laced him with enough vervain to drop ten vampires, and dumped him here but... something about that is wrong. Why would Klaus leave him here with no guard, no restraints? Where is here? It’s certainly well below Klaus’s standards of living, even for his captives.

He sits up, drops his feet to the floor, surveys the room cautiously through narrowed eyes, probes it with suspicious fingertips, then begins to tear it apart. Bed, chairs, a few cupboards full of food, bare essentials all in shambles once he’s done.

Going over to the window, he peers down on a strange scene: the vision of a city whose style he hasn’t seen the like of since he was new, freshly made and tearing through both the new world and old. His eyes widen, realization beginning to dawn that whatever has happened to him is beyond the capacity of any enemy he’s faced. He shakes his head in disbelief, blinking rapidly as if his eyes were playing tricks on him before taking a few staggering steps backward.

His foot kicks something, something he missed earlier that got thrown about in his wake. It’s enough to get him to stop, pause, regain his bearings. He picks it up, glances at it, some sort of tech device like his phone but decidedly not. He frowns, pocketing it, too preoccupied with finding out what’s happened to him and where he’s found himself to examine the device fully. He takes one last look around the room before tearing through the ruins of the room toward the door.

“I’m getting the hell out of here.”



Anything else? Stefan is pretty great.