Post by Edward Cullen on Apr 26, 2008 20:12:46 GMT -5
All About Who We Are;;
Name:Arisa
Age:15
Years Rping:
Other Characters:none
Ways to Contact:
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All About Whe We Can Be;;
Name:Edward Anthony Masen Cullen
Nickname:
Name Meaning:Protector/ Guardian
Gender:Male
Age:17
Pet(s):
Grade [If applicable]:Junior.
Appearance:EYES: Topaz coloured. Slightly darker than butterscotch, an ocher sort of colour with a honey golden tone. (well fed)
Black/Onyx: Depending on how well fed he has been. (un-fed)
His eyes depending on whatever colour it is cosists of the under rims of his eyes having dark bruised purplish like shadows.
HAIR: Untidy, Bronzed coloured hair.
BODY: Chalk pale and lanky. Fairly boyish than his other brothers Jasper and Emmet. But still muscular.
CLOTHES: He mostly wears a snug fitting sweater that shows off how muscular his chest was.
Celebrity:Gaspard Ulliel.
Personality:Edward is politely and curteously mannered. With a charm from a different century. He tries not to get too comfortable around humans and talks to as little as fait will allow. All for one exception, Bella. Although he is overly protective of Bella he is only doing what he beliefs to be the right thing for her. He is a noble gentleman who will gladly give up his own happiness for the one(s) he loves. He also believes himself to be a selfish person and nothing matters to him more than his family and his love.
Likes:
- Bella
- Baseball
- Mountain Lion
- Composing and playing music
Dislikes:
- Putting Bella in harm
- Mike Newton
- Cereal
- James
Flaws: Over protectiveness.
Fears: Exposing his and kind and his family.
Hopes for the Future:
To stay strong for the life he's chosen and to not disappoint his family.
What Was, Is, and Will Forever Be;;
Family:
- Carlisle
- Esme
- Alice
- Jasper
- Emmet
- Rosalie
History:Edward Anthony Masen Cullen was born on June 20, 1901 to Edward and Elizabeth Masen in Chicago. When a Spanish Influenza struck in 1918, Elizabeth had no hope and begged Carlisle a doctor working at the hopsital, to do whatever he could in his power to save her ill son. Luck had it, that Carlisle who was already a vampire was in need of a companion. Elizabeth's request helped him make the choice of turning Edward into a vampire.
When Edward was human his mind was already sensitive to other peoples thoughts. Soon after being reborn, he discovered that this talent was strengthened and so he was able to hear others thoughts.
After having a rebellious streak, after he was briefly being turned which he sought out for societies worst kinds of people. He suddenly felt guilty and returned home to Carlisle and Esme. Edward, being able to read minds and all soon understood how Carlisle's passion worked for only hunting animals and not humans. This alone gave him hope and strength to live Carlisle's vision.
Other:Whilst as a Junior in Forks High School, Edward meets Bella and is deeply curious about her, because he is unable to read her mind.
RP Example:
I’m gazing upon her in what I know will be the last time. I can’t help but let the tears escape from my eyes and just watch them drop one by one on her soft, porcelain skin. In doing so she speaks, “ Noah, tell them our story”. She says, sounding almost as though she were begging. Ending with the three most infamous words in the English speaking language. - “I love you”. And with that, her tired eyes escape my stare and falls into an endless sleep, leaving me.
So it’s now, I’m here writing our story. For her and nothing else. Perhaps a late gift for her passing, or maybe to get rid of this guilt that is heavily eating away my conscience; knowing somehow I could’ve done more to prevent it from happening. Or maybe it’s just to get it out of my mind and to be set free and to accept. But either way, if the first I’m not sure how and if the second and third, it seems of plain selfishness. So once again I’m here, writing our story. Not knowing how that may be and to release my ego and selfishness.
It was the last year of high school when we met, not that much a spontaneous meeting, not incredibly suspenseful either. It was simple and I guess that’s what I like best about it…
Like every morning, I’d set out; always at the same time and very specific steps I’d take. Every morning everything was always accounted for; thoroughly predictable this neighborhood was. The trees, the gates, the houses and even the excitement of children filling the moist morning air as they’re about to walk with their frustrated parent, looking for the keys to their car; heading for school. I memorized it all, once again thoroughly predictable. Walking, walking past the houses until I went pass a house with a bottlebrush tree, a balcony and a very tall old oak tree in the backyard, evidently taller than the house itself, seeing from the shadow lingering its shade over the house. ‘I know I’ve seen that house before’ I thought to myself at the time. Maybe I hadn’t because this would normally be the time where I’d notice I’ve been dawdling long enough and realized I was late and suddenly bolting to school, almost getting hit by traffic on a number of occasions. But this time it was different; I was early so there was no need to run. The terrace was beautiful, one of those houses which when dreamers go pass a real estate agent, they could only hope that one day they’ll pay off that mortgage they still owe due to that old rusty house they’re still stuck with. So that eventually, they can buy that home, the one that will surely leave a dent in that bank loan account.
I remember hearing a piano being played from within that house and listening to it until how ever long it took to finish. It was a sad song; I suppose that’s all I can say really. Being that whoever was playing it was using majors and minors together, that last information the only piece of information I had absorbed in four years of music at school. It was one of those songs that made people cry without any reason, without even any lyrics. How is it a song can even do that? I do not know. However long the writer and composer took to write the lyrics, or the music in general. However the writer gushed his or her emotions on finding the perfect lyrics to portray his or her emotions. However powerful the song maybe, it was clearly impossible. But by any means, this song gave new definition to ‘Sad Unexplainable Songs’. It did not need to have any reason; it lost all-purpose of one. Because listening to this song gave no meaning to anything else. I remember waiting in front of that house just listening intently with nothing more than all my attention. Never checking what time it was or how late I was for school.
Every night, as I was lying in bed staring at my ceiling I’d wonder irritated- ‘Who is that?’ And ‘What is that?’ it’s like a mesmerizing spell has cast itself upon me and the only thing that occupied my mind was that song, that piano and that terrace. Clearly, I was a man obsessed
That day, after school, I headed my way to that house while finding some way, any way to deal with my absurd infatuation. My mind had come up with several unlikely and random excuses so that I could somehow, get all my questions answered. These excuses mind you, I’m not exactly proud of or for that matter, proud of. I remember one being if I could possibly be taught how to play the piano- Like they’d believe that. Or if they were looking for someone to do their gardening- An even more ‘likely’ excuse to believe. Where I got this idiocy, do not ask. I was desperate.
Backwards and forwards I walked. Thinking to myself “ Knock, knock, knock!” It was like there was a monster inside of me, taunting me; wanting it’s feed of this curiosity I’d been dying to find out about. “ Jeez Noah, for crying out loud it’s just a door! Now KNOCK!” There it goes again; without realizing I did the one thing that I was most petrified in this world right there and then. I knocked the door.
At that instant, I heard a group of keys rattling; it stopped and steadily made it’s way through the lock. Missing the first and second. But unfortunately for me it prevailed on the third. Right there and then I wanted to make a run for it. ‘If I ran now, no one would know that it was me’ I thought, analyzing how long it would take me to run all the way home. I must admit my chances were pretty high. At that second “Hold on”. The voice within that door answered. “ Hold on” And again. From there I knew my escape wouldn’t be triumphant. Someone was already opening the door.
When the door opened I felt like a fool. Trying to run away- why? It was just an old couple staring at me, analyzing my ironly pressed uniform, not saying a word. Finally the old man opened his mouth to break the ice, “ May I…we help you?” I was still dazed on trying to find the right thing to say. At last, I came up with my excuse, might’ve not been the best, but what would they know. They were after all as innocent as anything else. “Hi, I’m Noah.” I said stammering. “ Umm. I was wondering if you needed any help with your garden, I’d be glad to help… for free?” What else was I supposed to offer these pensioners? It’s not as if they could pay to the price I’d want. The man answered. “Are you sure? What would a dashing boy like you want from our deserted garden?” Shoot I hadn’t thought of that kind of an excuse, I’d just figured that they’d accept. I stammered again. “It’s just for the good of the community, my school wants me to do some community service, and keep a log on it. I hope you don’t mind” I lied. Shoot! - I lied to old people. I was surprised how convincing I sounded; I would’ve never pulled that off normally. I felt proud. Not the bit of lying of course. To my surprise, they agreed. “ Very well” they both said, being married for that long, I suppose that gave them psychic powers or something. “ On one condition” I wasn’t expecting that. “ What would that be?” I said, trying my best trying to sound charming. I think it worked. The woman was smiling. “ What can we offer you in return?” Here was my chance. I smiled. The women smiled back, the man was quite curious you could see that from the way his wrinkled forehead creased. “ I would like to learn how to play the piano, I’ve heard songs being played here and I just figured…” “ Done” The man interrupted me. That was easy. “ Done?” I replied quickly and anxiously. “ Yes, we can even start right now if you want” He continued. His face changing from curiosity to a chagrin. “ Yes, yes I’d like that” Trying my best to sound ungrateful, I failed. “ Then come in, come in” The women continued.
However uncanny those excuses were it was just remarkable how they accepted it. Maybe it was their naivety. But somehow, I don’t think that it was the excuse they believed but rather something else. Something beyond my explanation…
I gazed around their house but only until my eyes fixed themselves on this one thing, this one thing that even I couldn’t acknowledge or believe. My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest at the capacity it was racing. It was like I’d died and went to hell. But if this were hell, I’d instantly accept it.
It was her…it was Summer.
Name:Arisa
Age:15
Years Rping:
Other Characters:none
Ways to Contact:
PM me^^ -Admin Edited-
All About Whe We Can Be;;
Name:Edward Anthony Masen Cullen
Nickname:
Name Meaning:Protector/ Guardian
Gender:Male
Age:17
Pet(s):
Grade [If applicable]:Junior.
Appearance:EYES: Topaz coloured. Slightly darker than butterscotch, an ocher sort of colour with a honey golden tone. (well fed)
Black/Onyx: Depending on how well fed he has been. (un-fed)
His eyes depending on whatever colour it is cosists of the under rims of his eyes having dark bruised purplish like shadows.
HAIR: Untidy, Bronzed coloured hair.
BODY: Chalk pale and lanky. Fairly boyish than his other brothers Jasper and Emmet. But still muscular.
CLOTHES: He mostly wears a snug fitting sweater that shows off how muscular his chest was.
Celebrity:Gaspard Ulliel.
Personality:Edward is politely and curteously mannered. With a charm from a different century. He tries not to get too comfortable around humans and talks to as little as fait will allow. All for one exception, Bella. Although he is overly protective of Bella he is only doing what he beliefs to be the right thing for her. He is a noble gentleman who will gladly give up his own happiness for the one(s) he loves. He also believes himself to be a selfish person and nothing matters to him more than his family and his love.
Likes:
- Bella
- Baseball
- Mountain Lion
- Composing and playing music
Dislikes:
- Putting Bella in harm
- Mike Newton
- Cereal
- James
Flaws: Over protectiveness.
Fears: Exposing his and kind and his family.
Hopes for the Future:
To stay strong for the life he's chosen and to not disappoint his family.
What Was, Is, and Will Forever Be;;
Family:
- Carlisle
- Esme
- Alice
- Jasper
- Emmet
- Rosalie
History:Edward Anthony Masen Cullen was born on June 20, 1901 to Edward and Elizabeth Masen in Chicago. When a Spanish Influenza struck in 1918, Elizabeth had no hope and begged Carlisle a doctor working at the hopsital, to do whatever he could in his power to save her ill son. Luck had it, that Carlisle who was already a vampire was in need of a companion. Elizabeth's request helped him make the choice of turning Edward into a vampire.
When Edward was human his mind was already sensitive to other peoples thoughts. Soon after being reborn, he discovered that this talent was strengthened and so he was able to hear others thoughts.
After having a rebellious streak, after he was briefly being turned which he sought out for societies worst kinds of people. He suddenly felt guilty and returned home to Carlisle and Esme. Edward, being able to read minds and all soon understood how Carlisle's passion worked for only hunting animals and not humans. This alone gave him hope and strength to live Carlisle's vision.
Other:Whilst as a Junior in Forks High School, Edward meets Bella and is deeply curious about her, because he is unable to read her mind.
RP Example:
I’m gazing upon her in what I know will be the last time. I can’t help but let the tears escape from my eyes and just watch them drop one by one on her soft, porcelain skin. In doing so she speaks, “ Noah, tell them our story”. She says, sounding almost as though she were begging. Ending with the three most infamous words in the English speaking language. - “I love you”. And with that, her tired eyes escape my stare and falls into an endless sleep, leaving me.
So it’s now, I’m here writing our story. For her and nothing else. Perhaps a late gift for her passing, or maybe to get rid of this guilt that is heavily eating away my conscience; knowing somehow I could’ve done more to prevent it from happening. Or maybe it’s just to get it out of my mind and to be set free and to accept. But either way, if the first I’m not sure how and if the second and third, it seems of plain selfishness. So once again I’m here, writing our story. Not knowing how that may be and to release my ego and selfishness.
It was the last year of high school when we met, not that much a spontaneous meeting, not incredibly suspenseful either. It was simple and I guess that’s what I like best about it…
Like every morning, I’d set out; always at the same time and very specific steps I’d take. Every morning everything was always accounted for; thoroughly predictable this neighborhood was. The trees, the gates, the houses and even the excitement of children filling the moist morning air as they’re about to walk with their frustrated parent, looking for the keys to their car; heading for school. I memorized it all, once again thoroughly predictable. Walking, walking past the houses until I went pass a house with a bottlebrush tree, a balcony and a very tall old oak tree in the backyard, evidently taller than the house itself, seeing from the shadow lingering its shade over the house. ‘I know I’ve seen that house before’ I thought to myself at the time. Maybe I hadn’t because this would normally be the time where I’d notice I’ve been dawdling long enough and realized I was late and suddenly bolting to school, almost getting hit by traffic on a number of occasions. But this time it was different; I was early so there was no need to run. The terrace was beautiful, one of those houses which when dreamers go pass a real estate agent, they could only hope that one day they’ll pay off that mortgage they still owe due to that old rusty house they’re still stuck with. So that eventually, they can buy that home, the one that will surely leave a dent in that bank loan account.
I remember hearing a piano being played from within that house and listening to it until how ever long it took to finish. It was a sad song; I suppose that’s all I can say really. Being that whoever was playing it was using majors and minors together, that last information the only piece of information I had absorbed in four years of music at school. It was one of those songs that made people cry without any reason, without even any lyrics. How is it a song can even do that? I do not know. However long the writer and composer took to write the lyrics, or the music in general. However the writer gushed his or her emotions on finding the perfect lyrics to portray his or her emotions. However powerful the song maybe, it was clearly impossible. But by any means, this song gave new definition to ‘Sad Unexplainable Songs’. It did not need to have any reason; it lost all-purpose of one. Because listening to this song gave no meaning to anything else. I remember waiting in front of that house just listening intently with nothing more than all my attention. Never checking what time it was or how late I was for school.
Every night, as I was lying in bed staring at my ceiling I’d wonder irritated- ‘Who is that?’ And ‘What is that?’ it’s like a mesmerizing spell has cast itself upon me and the only thing that occupied my mind was that song, that piano and that terrace. Clearly, I was a man obsessed
That day, after school, I headed my way to that house while finding some way, any way to deal with my absurd infatuation. My mind had come up with several unlikely and random excuses so that I could somehow, get all my questions answered. These excuses mind you, I’m not exactly proud of or for that matter, proud of. I remember one being if I could possibly be taught how to play the piano- Like they’d believe that. Or if they were looking for someone to do their gardening- An even more ‘likely’ excuse to believe. Where I got this idiocy, do not ask. I was desperate.
Backwards and forwards I walked. Thinking to myself “ Knock, knock, knock!” It was like there was a monster inside of me, taunting me; wanting it’s feed of this curiosity I’d been dying to find out about. “ Jeez Noah, for crying out loud it’s just a door! Now KNOCK!” There it goes again; without realizing I did the one thing that I was most petrified in this world right there and then. I knocked the door.
At that instant, I heard a group of keys rattling; it stopped and steadily made it’s way through the lock. Missing the first and second. But unfortunately for me it prevailed on the third. Right there and then I wanted to make a run for it. ‘If I ran now, no one would know that it was me’ I thought, analyzing how long it would take me to run all the way home. I must admit my chances were pretty high. At that second “Hold on”. The voice within that door answered. “ Hold on” And again. From there I knew my escape wouldn’t be triumphant. Someone was already opening the door.
When the door opened I felt like a fool. Trying to run away- why? It was just an old couple staring at me, analyzing my ironly pressed uniform, not saying a word. Finally the old man opened his mouth to break the ice, “ May I…we help you?” I was still dazed on trying to find the right thing to say. At last, I came up with my excuse, might’ve not been the best, but what would they know. They were after all as innocent as anything else. “Hi, I’m Noah.” I said stammering. “ Umm. I was wondering if you needed any help with your garden, I’d be glad to help… for free?” What else was I supposed to offer these pensioners? It’s not as if they could pay to the price I’d want. The man answered. “Are you sure? What would a dashing boy like you want from our deserted garden?” Shoot I hadn’t thought of that kind of an excuse, I’d just figured that they’d accept. I stammered again. “It’s just for the good of the community, my school wants me to do some community service, and keep a log on it. I hope you don’t mind” I lied. Shoot! - I lied to old people. I was surprised how convincing I sounded; I would’ve never pulled that off normally. I felt proud. Not the bit of lying of course. To my surprise, they agreed. “ Very well” they both said, being married for that long, I suppose that gave them psychic powers or something. “ On one condition” I wasn’t expecting that. “ What would that be?” I said, trying my best trying to sound charming. I think it worked. The woman was smiling. “ What can we offer you in return?” Here was my chance. I smiled. The women smiled back, the man was quite curious you could see that from the way his wrinkled forehead creased. “ I would like to learn how to play the piano, I’ve heard songs being played here and I just figured…” “ Done” The man interrupted me. That was easy. “ Done?” I replied quickly and anxiously. “ Yes, we can even start right now if you want” He continued. His face changing from curiosity to a chagrin. “ Yes, yes I’d like that” Trying my best to sound ungrateful, I failed. “ Then come in, come in” The women continued.
However uncanny those excuses were it was just remarkable how they accepted it. Maybe it was their naivety. But somehow, I don’t think that it was the excuse they believed but rather something else. Something beyond my explanation…
I gazed around their house but only until my eyes fixed themselves on this one thing, this one thing that even I couldn’t acknowledge or believe. My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest at the capacity it was racing. It was like I’d died and went to hell. But if this were hell, I’d instantly accept it.
It was her…it was Summer.