Post by esmecullen on Jun 28, 2008 7:59:21 GMT -5
ooc: Hey, I'm using my application from another site. It has pretty much the same information.
The One Behind the Mask
Alias:Call me Jade.
Roleplay Experience: Three years now.
Activity Level:Every day, if not at least five days a week.
Face Claim:Elizabeth Reaser
YOUR CHARACTER;;*
Name;[/b] Esme Cullen [/size]
Age;[/b] Physically 26 however is 95-100 years old. [/size]
Year in School;[/b] She does not attend school. Obviously[/size]
What are you?; I am quite clearly a vampire dear.
Occupation;[/b] I restore Antiques[/size]
History;[/b] Esme’s first encounter with Carlisle Cullen was not one she would easily forget. She had been messing around with some locals, climbing trees as it were; but of course, she got unlucky and fell, thus breaking her leg. It would not have been a problem, had the local doctor been around, this meant Esme would have to go to the closest hospital, which was in Columbus. Esme and her family lived on a farm just outside of Columbus, and it was dark before they reached the hospital. Esme never forgot the face of Dr Cullen, it was beautiful...perfect, even.
It was good she memorised the face, as Dr Cullen left Columbus not long after Esme had broken her leg. Yet she had important matters to think of; her friends were all getting married. As if there was a long list, each of her friends’ names on, being took off one by one, until they were all married. Except of course Esme herself, she was not married. A son of a family friend, Charles Evenson, wanted Esme’s hand in marriage; her parents were of course nagging and pushing her towards marriage with this man. Esme felt no indifference towards Charles, he was nice when he wanted to be. Esme wanted to marry somebody she was in love with, however she hoped that by marrying Charles; she might grow to love him. After all, she did have a strong sense o love people, regardless of who they were to her. 1917, the year of her marriage, Esme was only 22 years old but promised herself that she would try it out with Charles. Soon she realised she had made a mistake, as hard as she tried, Esme just could not love Charles. He was two faced, to everybody else, he was a sweet, loving, husband. Behind closed doors, Charles continually abused Esme, something she failed to understand. Why would he do that to her? After she had tried so hard to be a good wife...Her parents were no help; they told Esme to keep quiet and accept it like the good wife she was trying to be. However, when Charles went to fight in WW1 Esme felt as though a great weight had lifted from her shoulders, she was happier than she had been in months. Esme did not think about Charles coming back, and when he did in 1919, the weight on her shoulders returned. Esme was terrified.
Although, it seemed there was a light at the end of the long dark tunnel. Trapped for a long time, Esme thought there would never be an escape, but when she sa that beautiful light, it made her see sense.
This light was a new life. Esme was pregnant and realised that she could not stay with Charles if she wanted to raise this baby. Esme would never allowed a child to brought into a home like the one she was unfortunately in, Charles would never lay a finger on Esme or her baby again, and she made damn well sure of that. Even after hiding from Charles and Her parents, Esme still feel like she failed her first and last son. The child died after only a few days, due to a lung infection. In those few days Esme spent with her son, the smile never once left her face, her heart opened up for that little saviour; he saved her from Charles in many ways. He made Esme happier than she thought possible.
But his death threw Esme into a deep pit of depression and loneliness; she had nothing left, no-one to love, everything had been taken from her. How could she go on when there was nothing to go on for, Charles would hurt her more than he ever had, if she were to go back. No doubt her parents’ would have disowned her by now due to her foolish antics by leaving her husband...There was no option, Esme had no other choice but to end it all.
It was so easy and peaceful; the sky was clear, with the sun blazing down upon her. The waves were calm around the rocky edges it seemed a pleasant way to end her life. Remember the calm and peaceful world she was about to leave.
When she took that deathly step, she did not intend to awaken, the dark pools that overtook her body, pulled her into unconsciousness.
But the pain made her wake up, the burning sensation which was coming from her neck, and spreading slowly through her veins. An agonizing process; this was not how death was supposed to be....Although as she looked up, her throat hoarse from screaming, she saw the same face...The beautiful handsome perfect face, that fixed her leg all those years ago. Dr Cullen was staring down at her, the man she had never forgotten, the man she soon fell in love with.
After days of pain, Esme became a vampire, her life changed forever and she got the family she always dreamed of having.
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Appearance;[/b] Esme is of reasonable height at 5'6", with caramel colored hair. She has golden, almond shaped eyes that fade to black when she is thirsty like all vampires, pale skin that sparkles in the sunlight, and attains purple circles under her eyes when she is thirsty yet they fade when she is well-fed. She has a heart-shaped face and is slender. Esme is rounder and softer than the other Cullens’.
Money accumulates over time, so of course the Cullens' have plenty of it. Which is good, as they all, especially Esme, have designer taste. So Esme is most likely to be wearing something of designer origin. She also has a love for dresses, usually in rich deep colours; Royal blue being her favourite colour to wear.
Of course, Vampires do not age physically so Esme only looks 26; even though she is close to being 100 years old. She can pass for mid-thirties at the most. So she looks young, but at the same time older.
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Personality;[/b] Esme has always had the ability to love, and care for others. So when Carlisle changed her, she brought these traits with her, causing her to love greatly. Esme has a soft personality, she is kind and has a mothers’ touch. The maternal characteristic seemed to be incredibly strong even as a vampire, so she loves all of her “children” as if they were her own. Which in some ways they are.
Esme opens her heart willingly for all, even Edward's fiancee Bella. She may not be a vampire, but she made Edward the happiest he has ever been. Esme rarely gets angry, and if she gets angry, you'd best stay away because chances are you will be incredibly sorry.
A peace-keeper, Esme tries hard to keep her family in line. Whether they are fighting over Baseball, Cars or even Alice and her visions! She is always there to make them behave like the civilised people they are.[/size]
Likes;[/b] Trying to keep the peace between her family, Architecture, Restoration (Antiques, Houses etc.) Seeing her family happy, Listening to Edward play the piano and Reading good novels, as they are a good way to relax.[/size]
Dislikes;[/b] Her family fighting or being hurt. Esme is very protective of Carlisle and her children, she would never want anything to happen to them.[/size]
Model;[/b] Elizabeth Reaser[/size]
Anything Else?;[/b] Esme loves you <3, in fact she loves everyone pretty much.[/size]
Roleplay Sample;[/b] From another Forum I am part of =D
All was rent apart, the sky by fierce, white lightning, as well as Severus’s mind; he summoned more will to hinder Rookwood, his nerves pounding and head rushing as still the marionette’s smile lingered, the dark eyes glinting sharply in the dim light.
“Of course,” he said coolly, a whisper that hissed with the rain as it collided into the terrace, austere and constant. His glance hovered towards the balcony edge where the body lie, an inscrutable sneer curling a corner of his lips. “I’d’ve thought to get help for your mother.” His voice was soft, but barren, impassive and deploring. The surreal black eyes returned to her pale countenance, analyzing the girl as if she was a museum sculpture. He detected her hesitation and fear, the eyes wide, her frame trembling from beneath his cold touch. “Surely someone inside might cover the issue?” he continued in a forceful tone, the eyes flashing for a moment as lightning forked above like the vicious tongue of a serpent.
Reluctantly, the leer was replaced by a somewhat sympathetic stare, the eyes still piercing and shadowed, despite. The colorless hand slid from her shoulders, moving along her back before falling, lifeless, to his side. It then slithered like a snake into the leather pocket, gently grasping the birch wand as if shaking the hand of a friend. “How silly of me, Miss Cross,” he said in the detached and silky voice, cool and unmoving. “Allow me – Tergeo.” The slowly withdrawn wand was twisted slightly in the air and aimed upon the dress, the crimson stains siphoned smoothly away as he directed the charm until all had faded neatly away. Swiftly, he cleaned her hands and face, the blood vanishing from her features, now intangible, its existence obsolete. He gave a slight smile, the sinister glint dropped, a subtler and assuring fixture planted upon the mask.
“Come along.” He gestured within the doors with a pale hand, the wand hanging limply by his side. “I insist; there’s no use staying outside in the rain. We’ll get warmed up indoors.”
Severus placed a hand upon Minnie once more, guiding her into the French doors and waving them shut with a flick of his wand, the thunder that rumbled across the country instantly dimmed. Water dripped from his soaked robes, wetting the floors as he moved into the center of the room with the girl, his eyes fixed and dim, a light bulb that had burnt out. The air was cold, but the boy did not feel its bitter touch, the dark, enigmatic pair flitting about the vacant room for others, witnesses. None. His eyes did not absorb the ornate carvings upon the walls nor the adorned sculptures placed in the corners of the room, but flew to the grandfather clock counting steadily on its pedestal, the face gleaming white as lighting seared the sky like a whip. Precisely eleven o’ clock, the second hand falling into place upon the twelve as a gong resonated loudly throughout the room, another one sounding as the first faded. It had a deep and sober musical note, played as if on an organ and echoing within Severus’s head, buzzing.
He stood stock-still as it continued to ring within his head and mind, scattering thoughts and disrupting the unconscious boy floating within. The ecstasy was still bright and nearly pungent, occupying him and trying to convince the boy to succumb to it and forget everything, to simply listen and consent to the governed… He was restless however, the low and booming rings striking heart within him as, still, another command floated to his head: Lead her out of the room… Lead her out… Lead her… Severus denied the request, shutting it out, the hand upon her shoulders acting compulsively as it moved her forward but then stopped mechanically. His grip tightening as he tried to fight down the command, to kick out Rookwood; his presence upon his body was unnerving and Severus wanted him off, the hold upon Severus’s throat that the Death Eater held tightening at the sudden refusal. Still, the clock gonged, loud and bright, a trumpet call, a warrior’s cry of rebellion. The hand released her slight shoulder as if burnt, the eyes shining with sudden malice and contempt, Rookwood working his best to keep the boy in order; the mannequin took a single step back from the girl, his eyes narrowed slightly as they glared at the clock, the final ring reverberating within his mind and his very fingers, shuddering. It seemed for minutes he stood in the same frozen position as if Petrified, gazing out with a removed glaze upon his features, the war fought and won. He drew a deep breath of the cool room air, the hatred falling from his face as if it had never been, replaced by the unfathomable stare, the burning coal eyes returning to the girl. Everything was under control.
Rain beat rhythmically against the windowpanes, measuring the tempo of the boy’s heart as it pumped rapidly, bitterly. His earnest gaze held Minnie for a moment, before running back to the grandfather clock, ticking harmoniously in time to the rain, in time to time, measuring out every little thing. It was eleven o’ clock. The mission ought be completed by now. The mother dead, the girl snagged, clean and easy. What had happened? Snape. The boy would pay.
A fixed and feigned smile appeared upon the pale lips, turning to the girl in what was supposed to be a rueful manner. “My apologies, Miss Cross. I’m hesitant at what to do…” He took a careful step forward, the voice suppressed and smooth, innocent. “Who were those men, d’you know? What’re they trying to do with you? Not sure what to do, Miss Cross. Tell people? Run away? I don’t understand the half of it, really.” The false smile grew; the void, core black eyes gleamed as lightning lit up the dim room, a sinister effect created as shadows spidered along the face, enhancing the wild stare. Vengeance was sweet… And they would both pay.)[/size]
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The One Behind the Mask
Alias:Call me Jade.
Roleplay Experience: Three years now.
Activity Level:Every day, if not at least five days a week.
Face Claim:Elizabeth Reaser
YOUR CHARACTER;;*
Name;[/b] Esme Cullen [/size]
Age;[/b] Physically 26 however is 95-100 years old. [/size]
Year in School;[/b] She does not attend school. Obviously[/size]
What are you?; I am quite clearly a vampire dear.
Occupation;[/b] I restore Antiques[/size]
History;[/b] Esme’s first encounter with Carlisle Cullen was not one she would easily forget. She had been messing around with some locals, climbing trees as it were; but of course, she got unlucky and fell, thus breaking her leg. It would not have been a problem, had the local doctor been around, this meant Esme would have to go to the closest hospital, which was in Columbus. Esme and her family lived on a farm just outside of Columbus, and it was dark before they reached the hospital. Esme never forgot the face of Dr Cullen, it was beautiful...perfect, even.
It was good she memorised the face, as Dr Cullen left Columbus not long after Esme had broken her leg. Yet she had important matters to think of; her friends were all getting married. As if there was a long list, each of her friends’ names on, being took off one by one, until they were all married. Except of course Esme herself, she was not married. A son of a family friend, Charles Evenson, wanted Esme’s hand in marriage; her parents were of course nagging and pushing her towards marriage with this man. Esme felt no indifference towards Charles, he was nice when he wanted to be. Esme wanted to marry somebody she was in love with, however she hoped that by marrying Charles; she might grow to love him. After all, she did have a strong sense o love people, regardless of who they were to her. 1917, the year of her marriage, Esme was only 22 years old but promised herself that she would try it out with Charles. Soon she realised she had made a mistake, as hard as she tried, Esme just could not love Charles. He was two faced, to everybody else, he was a sweet, loving, husband. Behind closed doors, Charles continually abused Esme, something she failed to understand. Why would he do that to her? After she had tried so hard to be a good wife...Her parents were no help; they told Esme to keep quiet and accept it like the good wife she was trying to be. However, when Charles went to fight in WW1 Esme felt as though a great weight had lifted from her shoulders, she was happier than she had been in months. Esme did not think about Charles coming back, and when he did in 1919, the weight on her shoulders returned. Esme was terrified.
Although, it seemed there was a light at the end of the long dark tunnel. Trapped for a long time, Esme thought there would never be an escape, but when she sa that beautiful light, it made her see sense.
This light was a new life. Esme was pregnant and realised that she could not stay with Charles if she wanted to raise this baby. Esme would never allowed a child to brought into a home like the one she was unfortunately in, Charles would never lay a finger on Esme or her baby again, and she made damn well sure of that. Even after hiding from Charles and Her parents, Esme still feel like she failed her first and last son. The child died after only a few days, due to a lung infection. In those few days Esme spent with her son, the smile never once left her face, her heart opened up for that little saviour; he saved her from Charles in many ways. He made Esme happier than she thought possible.
But his death threw Esme into a deep pit of depression and loneliness; she had nothing left, no-one to love, everything had been taken from her. How could she go on when there was nothing to go on for, Charles would hurt her more than he ever had, if she were to go back. No doubt her parents’ would have disowned her by now due to her foolish antics by leaving her husband...There was no option, Esme had no other choice but to end it all.
It was so easy and peaceful; the sky was clear, with the sun blazing down upon her. The waves were calm around the rocky edges it seemed a pleasant way to end her life. Remember the calm and peaceful world she was about to leave.
When she took that deathly step, she did not intend to awaken, the dark pools that overtook her body, pulled her into unconsciousness.
But the pain made her wake up, the burning sensation which was coming from her neck, and spreading slowly through her veins. An agonizing process; this was not how death was supposed to be....Although as she looked up, her throat hoarse from screaming, she saw the same face...The beautiful handsome perfect face, that fixed her leg all those years ago. Dr Cullen was staring down at her, the man she had never forgotten, the man she soon fell in love with.
After days of pain, Esme became a vampire, her life changed forever and she got the family she always dreamed of having.
[/size]
Appearance;[/b] Esme is of reasonable height at 5'6", with caramel colored hair. She has golden, almond shaped eyes that fade to black when she is thirsty like all vampires, pale skin that sparkles in the sunlight, and attains purple circles under her eyes when she is thirsty yet they fade when she is well-fed. She has a heart-shaped face and is slender. Esme is rounder and softer than the other Cullens’.
Money accumulates over time, so of course the Cullens' have plenty of it. Which is good, as they all, especially Esme, have designer taste. So Esme is most likely to be wearing something of designer origin. She also has a love for dresses, usually in rich deep colours; Royal blue being her favourite colour to wear.
Of course, Vampires do not age physically so Esme only looks 26; even though she is close to being 100 years old. She can pass for mid-thirties at the most. So she looks young, but at the same time older.
[/size]
Personality;[/b] Esme has always had the ability to love, and care for others. So when Carlisle changed her, she brought these traits with her, causing her to love greatly. Esme has a soft personality, she is kind and has a mothers’ touch. The maternal characteristic seemed to be incredibly strong even as a vampire, so she loves all of her “children” as if they were her own. Which in some ways they are.
Esme opens her heart willingly for all, even Edward's fiancee Bella. She may not be a vampire, but she made Edward the happiest he has ever been. Esme rarely gets angry, and if she gets angry, you'd best stay away because chances are you will be incredibly sorry.
A peace-keeper, Esme tries hard to keep her family in line. Whether they are fighting over Baseball, Cars or even Alice and her visions! She is always there to make them behave like the civilised people they are.[/size]
Likes;[/b] Trying to keep the peace between her family, Architecture, Restoration (Antiques, Houses etc.) Seeing her family happy, Listening to Edward play the piano and Reading good novels, as they are a good way to relax.[/size]
Dislikes;[/b] Her family fighting or being hurt. Esme is very protective of Carlisle and her children, she would never want anything to happen to them.[/size]
Model;[/b] Elizabeth Reaser[/size]
Anything Else?;[/b] Esme loves you <3, in fact she loves everyone pretty much.[/size]
Roleplay Sample;[/b] From another Forum I am part of =D
All was rent apart, the sky by fierce, white lightning, as well as Severus’s mind; he summoned more will to hinder Rookwood, his nerves pounding and head rushing as still the marionette’s smile lingered, the dark eyes glinting sharply in the dim light.
“Of course,” he said coolly, a whisper that hissed with the rain as it collided into the terrace, austere and constant. His glance hovered towards the balcony edge where the body lie, an inscrutable sneer curling a corner of his lips. “I’d’ve thought to get help for your mother.” His voice was soft, but barren, impassive and deploring. The surreal black eyes returned to her pale countenance, analyzing the girl as if she was a museum sculpture. He detected her hesitation and fear, the eyes wide, her frame trembling from beneath his cold touch. “Surely someone inside might cover the issue?” he continued in a forceful tone, the eyes flashing for a moment as lightning forked above like the vicious tongue of a serpent.
Reluctantly, the leer was replaced by a somewhat sympathetic stare, the eyes still piercing and shadowed, despite. The colorless hand slid from her shoulders, moving along her back before falling, lifeless, to his side. It then slithered like a snake into the leather pocket, gently grasping the birch wand as if shaking the hand of a friend. “How silly of me, Miss Cross,” he said in the detached and silky voice, cool and unmoving. “Allow me – Tergeo.” The slowly withdrawn wand was twisted slightly in the air and aimed upon the dress, the crimson stains siphoned smoothly away as he directed the charm until all had faded neatly away. Swiftly, he cleaned her hands and face, the blood vanishing from her features, now intangible, its existence obsolete. He gave a slight smile, the sinister glint dropped, a subtler and assuring fixture planted upon the mask.
“Come along.” He gestured within the doors with a pale hand, the wand hanging limply by his side. “I insist; there’s no use staying outside in the rain. We’ll get warmed up indoors.”
Severus placed a hand upon Minnie once more, guiding her into the French doors and waving them shut with a flick of his wand, the thunder that rumbled across the country instantly dimmed. Water dripped from his soaked robes, wetting the floors as he moved into the center of the room with the girl, his eyes fixed and dim, a light bulb that had burnt out. The air was cold, but the boy did not feel its bitter touch, the dark, enigmatic pair flitting about the vacant room for others, witnesses. None. His eyes did not absorb the ornate carvings upon the walls nor the adorned sculptures placed in the corners of the room, but flew to the grandfather clock counting steadily on its pedestal, the face gleaming white as lighting seared the sky like a whip. Precisely eleven o’ clock, the second hand falling into place upon the twelve as a gong resonated loudly throughout the room, another one sounding as the first faded. It had a deep and sober musical note, played as if on an organ and echoing within Severus’s head, buzzing.
He stood stock-still as it continued to ring within his head and mind, scattering thoughts and disrupting the unconscious boy floating within. The ecstasy was still bright and nearly pungent, occupying him and trying to convince the boy to succumb to it and forget everything, to simply listen and consent to the governed… He was restless however, the low and booming rings striking heart within him as, still, another command floated to his head: Lead her out of the room… Lead her out… Lead her… Severus denied the request, shutting it out, the hand upon her shoulders acting compulsively as it moved her forward but then stopped mechanically. His grip tightening as he tried to fight down the command, to kick out Rookwood; his presence upon his body was unnerving and Severus wanted him off, the hold upon Severus’s throat that the Death Eater held tightening at the sudden refusal. Still, the clock gonged, loud and bright, a trumpet call, a warrior’s cry of rebellion. The hand released her slight shoulder as if burnt, the eyes shining with sudden malice and contempt, Rookwood working his best to keep the boy in order; the mannequin took a single step back from the girl, his eyes narrowed slightly as they glared at the clock, the final ring reverberating within his mind and his very fingers, shuddering. It seemed for minutes he stood in the same frozen position as if Petrified, gazing out with a removed glaze upon his features, the war fought and won. He drew a deep breath of the cool room air, the hatred falling from his face as if it had never been, replaced by the unfathomable stare, the burning coal eyes returning to the girl. Everything was under control.
Rain beat rhythmically against the windowpanes, measuring the tempo of the boy’s heart as it pumped rapidly, bitterly. His earnest gaze held Minnie for a moment, before running back to the grandfather clock, ticking harmoniously in time to the rain, in time to time, measuring out every little thing. It was eleven o’ clock. The mission ought be completed by now. The mother dead, the girl snagged, clean and easy. What had happened? Snape. The boy would pay.
A fixed and feigned smile appeared upon the pale lips, turning to the girl in what was supposed to be a rueful manner. “My apologies, Miss Cross. I’m hesitant at what to do…” He took a careful step forward, the voice suppressed and smooth, innocent. “Who were those men, d’you know? What’re they trying to do with you? Not sure what to do, Miss Cross. Tell people? Run away? I don’t understand the half of it, really.” The false smile grew; the void, core black eyes gleamed as lightning lit up the dim room, a sinister effect created as shadows spidered along the face, enhancing the wild stare. Vengeance was sweet… And they would both pay.)[/size]
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