Post by peaches on Jul 22, 2007 2:12:29 GMT -5
Name of character:Esme Anne Platt Evenson Cullen
Why you think you'd be good a playing them:Honestly, I don't know. I play her on another TWILIGHT series RPG, and she is a lot of fun to role play. I'm a pretty descriptive psoter, though, i do have moments where I feel that i can't post at all, and I am totally out of the loop. But still, I would love to play her, I see it as a challenge, and every sight I rp her on, will be different.
And an example RP (in their shoes): The wind blew hard against the mountain side as a little car wound up the road, towards the ravines. Behind the wheel sat a woman with a look of pain on her face, a look of greiving, and suffering. She wiped the tears from her eyes with an already damp hankercheif, before today, she'd been almost whole, there were thigns she could live with, like the decision to walk away from a loveless marriage, for the saftey of her child, or to fake being a widowed soldier's wife, but now, the very reason for her being was gone. Her child had died not three hours ago, and now, nothing could console her, nothing was there to keep her in this worl of misery that she now belonged to. She didn't want to live anymore. She felt like she couldn't carry on. Her baby was dead, her life was now meaningless.
She parked the car at the edge of the ravines and slid a suicide note into the door of the car. Just incase someone found the empty old ford. She took the locket her mother had given her, with the picture that had been taken shortly after that ill-fated birth, along with the short tuft of hair that had been the baby's. but she had cut, just for this moment. She hel these thigns near her breast as she stepped to the ledge. She looked abck at the ford and then back down the ravine, and without a second thought, she flung herself off, crying out the name of her child "ADRIAN!!!!!!!"
She writhed in pain as she awoke screaming. The burning in her arm was unbearable "Make it stop!!!" she screamed as the poison kiss spread it's venom up her arm and into her heart, working it's way into her brian, condeming her soul. She tore at the small puncture wounds, trying to get the pain to go away, the burning sensations to leave, to let herself die. She cried and screamed, and eventually got back to sleep, only to be woken soon enough by another wave of intense pain. Why was this happenign to her? Was this punishment for leaving her husband? Why was she still alive? She was supposed to have died in that jump off of the cliffs, she should by all rights be dead. She slipped in unconsiousness, but not before catching a glimpse of an eriliy familiar face, Dr. Cullens immortal, unchanging face.
She woke in a strange room, the pain gone, the burning gone, not feeling anything, but cold, numb, lifelesness, and an almost un controlable urge to feast on Blood. Br. Cullen walked in, except, this time, he'd exchanged his doctor's robes for a casual sweater and slacks. There was a kind, soft look in his golden 'eyes. He nodded a greeting "Hello Esme, how do you feel? he asked in great concern. "Fine I guess, I mean, nothign, just really, incredibly thirsty" that last word, the way she said it, would send chills up any mortal's spine. The doctor nodded. He would show her where to feed, eventually, after he broke the news, that she was vampire.
Turning anyone vampire was one of the hardest things he's ever done, and he only did it when he felt the person ahd no other alternative, but to die. It was never easy to condem someon's soul to hell, just by one fated kiss. To never taste food again, never feel warmth, to always have the un controlable urge to feed on humans, but never being able to, for fear of being found out. It was certainly a hard life, a very long life.
Why you think you'd be good a playing them:Honestly, I don't know. I play her on another TWILIGHT series RPG, and she is a lot of fun to role play. I'm a pretty descriptive psoter, though, i do have moments where I feel that i can't post at all, and I am totally out of the loop. But still, I would love to play her, I see it as a challenge, and every sight I rp her on, will be different.
And an example RP (in their shoes): The wind blew hard against the mountain side as a little car wound up the road, towards the ravines. Behind the wheel sat a woman with a look of pain on her face, a look of greiving, and suffering. She wiped the tears from her eyes with an already damp hankercheif, before today, she'd been almost whole, there were thigns she could live with, like the decision to walk away from a loveless marriage, for the saftey of her child, or to fake being a widowed soldier's wife, but now, the very reason for her being was gone. Her child had died not three hours ago, and now, nothing could console her, nothing was there to keep her in this worl of misery that she now belonged to. She didn't want to live anymore. She felt like she couldn't carry on. Her baby was dead, her life was now meaningless.
She parked the car at the edge of the ravines and slid a suicide note into the door of the car. Just incase someone found the empty old ford. She took the locket her mother had given her, with the picture that had been taken shortly after that ill-fated birth, along with the short tuft of hair that had been the baby's. but she had cut, just for this moment. She hel these thigns near her breast as she stepped to the ledge. She looked abck at the ford and then back down the ravine, and without a second thought, she flung herself off, crying out the name of her child "ADRIAN!!!!!!!"
She writhed in pain as she awoke screaming. The burning in her arm was unbearable "Make it stop!!!" she screamed as the poison kiss spread it's venom up her arm and into her heart, working it's way into her brian, condeming her soul. She tore at the small puncture wounds, trying to get the pain to go away, the burning sensations to leave, to let herself die. She cried and screamed, and eventually got back to sleep, only to be woken soon enough by another wave of intense pain. Why was this happenign to her? Was this punishment for leaving her husband? Why was she still alive? She was supposed to have died in that jump off of the cliffs, she should by all rights be dead. She slipped in unconsiousness, but not before catching a glimpse of an eriliy familiar face, Dr. Cullens immortal, unchanging face.
She woke in a strange room, the pain gone, the burning gone, not feeling anything, but cold, numb, lifelesness, and an almost un controlable urge to feast on Blood. Br. Cullen walked in, except, this time, he'd exchanged his doctor's robes for a casual sweater and slacks. There was a kind, soft look in his golden 'eyes. He nodded a greeting "Hello Esme, how do you feel? he asked in great concern. "Fine I guess, I mean, nothign, just really, incredibly thirsty" that last word, the way she said it, would send chills up any mortal's spine. The doctor nodded. He would show her where to feed, eventually, after he broke the news, that she was vampire.
Turning anyone vampire was one of the hardest things he's ever done, and he only did it when he felt the person ahd no other alternative, but to die. It was never easy to condem someon's soul to hell, just by one fated kiss. To never taste food again, never feel warmth, to always have the un controlable urge to feed on humans, but never being able to, for fear of being found out. It was certainly a hard life, a very long life.
