Caroline Lindberg

[caroline]

you're my brand of heroin ,]
Caroline Lindberg


"You truly are one frightening little monster."
~Jasper Hale~

character full name: Caroline Lindberg
alias: Caroline
age: 18
birthday: 17 august
affiliation: none
status: human

"I'd noticed that his eyes were black - coal black."
~Isabella Swan~

eyes: Green,almond shaped eyes. Her eye make up is minimalistic, and usually consists of a black, winged out liner, a light crease shadow and mascara.
hair: blond hair and about 20 cm past her shoulders. usually worn in a messy bun, down or in a ponytail.
height: 5'6
weight: 120 ib
distinguishing features: no piercings except from one ear ring in each ear.
general appearance: she is short, not curvy, but not too thin either. she looks healthy and has pale,dewy skin. Her face is slender with high cheekbones and she always has a relaxed,but amused, set of her mouth. she usually dresses in skinny jeans and a pretty top or blouse. she loves flower patterns and lace, and her style is romantic. she usually wears a cute pair of flats with her outfit.

"I will always tell you the truth."
~Alice Cullen~

likes: swimming, drawing, singing, watching movies while eating everything she shouldn't eat, meeting new people, shopping, reading, babysitting, the smell of freshly cut grass, rain, guys with their cap turned back wards for some reason.
dislikes: spiders,mud,cocky guys, The swan princess (because of Derek. ugh), her mothers job, opera, mint, homophobia as well as racism, jogging, when people doesn't stand up for themselves.
ambitions: having her own bookshop with a café inside, so that people can drink coffee and read there. this is simply because she doesn't think she'll ever succeed as a singer or an artist (not because she doesn't have confidence or whatever, she's just being realistic). plus, she's always loved books and cozy places to read them.
abilities: she sings like an angel. she's good at calming people. she's also quite good at drawing.
secrets: She knows her mom had an affair, and that's why her dad bailed.
she's always believed that there's some mythical creatures out there.
She's never been kissed.

personality: Caroline is independent and doesn't ever want to feel like she need anyone. She is very kind and genuinely cares for other peoples well being. she can of course be stubborn, and if there's anything she doesn't agree on, she'll say so. she has a bad habit of talking a bit too much when she meets new people. she's a dreamer, and can be very paranoid due to the fact that she has a wild fantasy.

"Don't get your family slaughtered for pride."
~Carlisle Cullen~

mother: Mary Olsen, 42, always traveling between Phoenix and La Push
father: Tor Lindberg, dead
siblings: none (if applicable)
others: none (if applicable)
history: Caroline was born in Arjeplog, Sweden, 17.08.92. Her mom was from Phoenix and her father from Arjeplog. when Caroline was 12, her parents split up. she knew why; she'd overheard her mom talking on the phone with her secret lover. when the divorce was set, Mary, Caroline's mom, wanted to move back to Phoenix and take Caroline with her, and she honestly didn't have much choice. she spent a long time being angry at her mom and longing for her father, her friends, and her home.

as it turned out, phoenix was better than she had expected. the weather was almost always nice, she made new friends, and slowly she came to terms with her new life. she would talk to her dad twice a week on the phone, and every time she'd feel a pang of anger to wards her mom for causing that sadness in his voice. he always ended the call with "Jag älskar dig, lilla docka." (I love you, little doll)

one night her father didn't call when he was supposed to. he never forgot to call her. she couldn't sleep, and spent the night fighting back tears. this is stupid, she told herself, you're almost fourteen. you can't cry just because your daddy didn't call you. you don't need anyone that much.
in the morning her mom came in to her room. she looked so sad, like she,too, had been fighting tears. she told Caroline that there had been an accident, and her father had been at the wrong place at the wrong time. there'd been and ugly car crash caused by a drunken driver. her dad was dead.

Her trip to Sweden for the funeral was brief, and when she got back to Phoenix, they packed their bags and moved to La Push. Caroline didn't know why, and didn't bother asking. she was beyond caring. just as Phoenix, La Push was a pleasant surprise. her mom was crappy at marriage,yes, but finding the right places to live she was good at.Mary worked more than she used to, but that didn't bother Caroline. she was no longer as close to her mother as she used to be. she spent a lot of time alone or making friends, and her mom, who was a journalist, spent about half her time in phoenix.
The nature in La push reminded her so much of Arjeplog. the air was damp and cool, everything was pleasantly green, and the town was small. Most of the people there looked different than the Scandinavians she was used to, but they were just as kind. she felt completely at home, content even, after everything that had happened.

"You will never put me through that again."
~Esme Cullen~

player: Helene/Helen
age: 16
member title: not too long, please
password: have you read the rules?
anything else: yeah. I'm from Norway.
rp sample:

I’d looked death in the eyes too many times already. And by ‘death’ I don’t mean that gangly guy with the cloak, but real, walking death you could see and touch. But why anyone would desire to touch those things, I have no idea.
The vampire in front of me was young, with long hair black as night. She hissed at me, a hideously sinister grin plastered on her pretty face.
Too bad I had to kill her.

I fumbled for my wooden stake (don’t worry. People in Brooklyn doesn’t normally walk around with wooden stakes), and I almost didn’t get it out before she attacked. She snarled and grabbed for my neck, but she was too slow and inexperienced. I dodged and kicked her in the side. She only wobbled a little, but that gave me the opening I needed. I was about to strike with my stake, pierce it through her unbeating heart, when she surprised me by attacking again. I had to think fast. Pain shot up my arm as I blocked her punch, and I had to suppress a scream. Vampires were a bitch to kill.

She pushed me, and surprisingly, I fell. I heard my stake clatter against the ground too far away. My breath was rapid as my fingers desperately searched for the stake and came up empty. The pavement was cold and damp. I could feel the rough texture trough the thin leather of my jacket. She stood above me, looking fierce and triumphant before lowering herself, her mouth only inches away. Her teeth sunk into my neck where my pulse was beating fast and out of rhythm. I yelped, but it didn’t hurt; it was almost like falling asleep. Vampire saliva does that to you, and I suddenly found that I wasn’t struggling to push her away anymore, but pulling her closer. It was so blissful, almost like fireworks shooting across my vision. You’d think this never happened to me, but it did, and more often than I’d like. I was a good fighter and an excellent slayer, but after Con, I’d gone sloppy.
Ah, Damn.

"If we had happy endings, we'd all be under gravestones now."
~Rosalie Hale~

made by: Rae {cupcake/vanilla_pop} of RPG-D && Caution 2.0
disclaimer: quotes are from the characters in the Twilight series
copyright: steal and I'll send the Volturi after you. YEAH.

[Hayley Johnson]

accepted <3 go do your claims <3