Powers & Abilities: As a vampire, Caroline gets the usual perks of living forever and never aging, she heals faster too. She's got super human strength, speed, and heightened senses. She's got the ability to control someone, remember certain things or forget them entirely (aka compelling). Because Caroline is a newer vampire and drinks animal blood, her ability to compel (as well as her physical strength) is less effective than older, stronger vampires.
The only way to kill in the TVD-verse vampire is sunlight, a werewolf bite, fire, or a stake through the heart. Anything involving wood or the herb vervain is extremely painful and debilitating for a vampire. Caroline has a ring made by her best friend Bonnie, who is a witch, that allows her to go out in sunlight, but very few vampires have this thus helping her hide the fact that she is a vampire.
I think that a good way to limit her abilities would be that any time she tries to use her super strength or speed or healing, it weakens her for a while, maybe a few hours or she has to get blood into her before she can do it again.
Items on their Person: Caroline would be wearing her daylight ring which allows her to be in the sun. She'd also have her purse with money, some makeup, sunglasses, one blood bag, and her tablet/cellphone. (Which I assume will probably be useless for internet and phone calls but it'd have movies and pictures on it.) Of course, that can be taken away if that's not okay with the game's aesthetic.
Samples; First Person Sample:
[Here, have a Caroline, brow furrowed, eyes narrowed as she looks into the device.] Okay, seriously, zombies are gross. They're gooey and drippy and they smell. And they have this annoying tendency to want to gnaw on everything. [She mutters something that might sound like 'like someone else I know'. Hint: She's talking about Klaus.] Then they don't die unless you do some stupid crazy move, like stab them in the head.
[She sounds especially annoyed at that before she pans the camera to show a zombie on the ground, a curling iron sticking out of it's face. You can practically hear the glare she's giving the motionless zombie in her voice--] Do you know how hard it is to find a curling iron? [She turns the camera towards her and gives the camera a chipper smile even if her next question is the most dire and important of questions.]
Does anyone have an extra one? [Priorities, she has them.]
Third Person Sample:
This is not the way our lives are supposed to be.
She'd heard Matt say it once to himself before he… It's a mantra for her, it's been that way before all this happen, before the world went to hell, before being part of the 'living dead' and being 'undead' were two different things. And before being a vampire was far better than the fate most of her 'fellow man' had met. But life wasn't supposed to be this way, she was supposed to be Miss Mystic Falls two years running, be prom queen, head cheerleader, to rock her senior year.
Not even being turned into a vampire, being a pawn in a twisted and dangerous game were going to stop her from that, she managed. But zombies? They were kind of a different story. How could you be prom queen when everyone who'd vote for you just wanted to eat your brains?
It had been hard enough for her to smile, to grin and bear it when she'd first been turned and realized all the things she wouldn't do because of it. But she always smiled, always found something to be excited about, to throw herself into, to pretend to live a normal life, for a little while longer. The future used to be filled with endless possibilities. Now it was just plain endless. And not the good kind of endless. Full of death and mayhem, loneliness and desolation, as that handy thing called 'civilization' kinda crumbled before her eyes. And smiling is difficult when you're fighting for your life but she manages.
She should be some kind of thankful and most of the time she is.. You're being selfish, Caroline Forbes. That's the old you, not the new improved, vampy you. She could be dead, she could've been ripped to pieces, eaten like so many other countless people she's seen. Everywhere seemed dead, no pun intended, no where feels truly safe. She's got friends, if you can even call them that. It's just people, people who aren't shells of them former selves that aren't craving a brain milkshake. You don't ever get to close to each other because tomorrow you might have to shoot them in the face. It's not like the movies, where people band together and there's camping and stories, and some rando guy who's a comic relief. But laughter is as hard to come by as food or even more important, blood but she manages. Caroline's not being picky by refusing to drink from those zombies, she's not stupid, there's something wrong with their blood. Better safe than sorry.
The only real comfort she gets is when she can't hear the sounds of screams, gun shots, or the constant groan and moan of the dead as they search for a meal. Gone are the days of gossip magazines, mani-pedis, and staring at hot guys as they walk by. Now her days were filled with scrubbing blood out of her blond curls and mini-skirt and discussing the values of the double tap or various other ways to kill a zombie.
Living is hard to do when everyone else is dying and the air smells of grief but she manages.
Caroline Forbes ♚ The Vampire Diaries ♚ reserved!
Powers & Abilities: As a vampire, Caroline gets the usual perks of living forever and never aging, she heals faster too. She's got super human strength, speed, and heightened senses. She's got the ability to control someone, remember certain things or forget them entirely (aka compelling). Because Caroline is a newer vampire and drinks animal blood, her ability to compel (as well as her physical strength) is less effective than older, stronger vampires.
The only way to kill in the TVD-verse vampire is sunlight, a werewolf bite, fire, or a stake through the heart. Anything involving wood or the herb vervain is extremely painful and debilitating for a vampire. Caroline has a ring made by her best friend Bonnie, who is a witch, that allows her to go out in sunlight, but very few vampires have this thus helping her hide the fact that she is a vampire.
I think that a good way to limit her abilities would be that any time she tries to use her super strength or speed or healing, it weakens her for a while, maybe a few hours or she has to get blood into her before she can do it again.
Items on their Person:
Caroline would be wearing her daylight ring which allows her to be in the sun. She'd also have her purse with money, some makeup, sunglasses, one blood bag, and her tablet/cellphone. (Which I assume will probably be useless for internet and phone calls but it'd have movies and pictures on it.) Of course, that can be taken away if that's not okay with the game's aesthetic.
Samples;
First Person Sample:
[Here, have a Caroline, brow furrowed, eyes narrowed as she looks into the device.] Okay, seriously, zombies are gross. They're gooey and drippy and they smell. And they have this annoying tendency to want to gnaw on everything. [She mutters something that might sound like 'like someone else I know'. Hint: She's talking about Klaus.] Then they don't die unless you do some stupid crazy move, like stab them in the head.
[She sounds especially annoyed at that before she pans the camera to show a zombie on the ground, a curling iron sticking out of it's face. You can practically hear the glare she's giving the motionless zombie in her voice--] Do you know how hard it is to find a curling iron? [She turns the camera towards her and gives the camera a chipper smile even if her next question is the most dire and important of questions.]
Does anyone have an extra one? [Priorities, she has them.]
Third Person Sample:
This is not the way our lives are supposed to be.
She'd heard Matt say it once to himself before he… It's a mantra for her, it's been that way before all this happen, before the world went to hell, before being part of the 'living dead' and being 'undead' were two different things. And before being a vampire was far better than the fate most of her 'fellow man' had met. But life wasn't supposed to be this way, she was supposed to be Miss Mystic Falls two years running, be prom queen, head cheerleader, to rock her senior year.
Not even being turned into a vampire, being a pawn in a twisted and dangerous game were going to stop her from that, she managed. But zombies? They were kind of a different story. How could you be prom queen when everyone who'd vote for you just wanted to eat your brains?
It had been hard enough for her to smile, to grin and bear it when she'd first been turned and realized all the things she wouldn't do because of it. But she always smiled, always found something to be excited about, to throw herself into, to pretend to live a normal life, for a little while longer. The future used to be filled with endless possibilities. Now it was just plain endless. And not the good kind of endless. Full of death and mayhem, loneliness and desolation, as that handy thing called 'civilization' kinda crumbled before her eyes. And smiling is difficult when you're fighting for your life but she manages.
She should be some kind of thankful and most of the time she is.. You're being selfish, Caroline Forbes. That's the old you, not the new improved, vampy you. She could be dead, she could've been ripped to pieces, eaten like so many other countless people she's seen. Everywhere seemed dead, no pun intended, no where feels truly safe. She's got friends, if you can even call them that. It's just people, people who aren't shells of them former selves that aren't craving a brain milkshake. You don't ever get to close to each other because tomorrow you might have to shoot them in the face. It's not like the movies, where people band together and there's camping and stories, and some rando guy who's a comic relief. But laughter is as hard to come by as food or even more important, blood but she manages. Caroline's not being picky by refusing to drink from those zombies, she's not stupid, there's something wrong with their blood. Better safe than sorry.
The only real comfort she gets is when she can't hear the sounds of screams, gun shots, or the constant groan and moan of the dead as they search for a meal. Gone are the days of gossip magazines, mani-pedis, and staring at hot guys as they walk by. Now her days were filled with scrubbing blood out of her blond curls and mini-skirt and discussing the values of the double tap or various other ways to kill a zombie.
Living is hard to do when everyone else is dying and the air smells of grief but she manages.