]Esme A. Cullen[
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Hi my name isKassie. I've been doing this jig for 2 lifeless years. I play the one and only Esme Cullen. You can reach me by E-mail or P.Ming.
She Whispers In My Ear[/center]
I'll tell you my name is
So you can call me
So I'll tell you I've lived for
Someone told me I look like
You want a piece of me?
Esme wow the adopted mother ro all the Cullen kids and she is as beatuiful as a rainbow. Her skin may be that pale color. She has dark almond shaped eye sockets with pretty brownies inside. Her hair is average length, dark brown and curly. She has the smile of a liftime and is average size.
I walk like a
Somebody Told Me, That You Had A Boyfriend
Whose your daddy?
Kiss your mommy goodnight.
And these are the pests.
She has a lot of stories
Esme doesn't remember her life as a human or how she was turned into a vampire and when she was. She has no special gift as a vampire. She has lived for decades and she can't ever regret not being human, because she doesn't remember it.
She ended up being mates with Carlise and together they have five adopted kids not including Bella and something special. She loves all her kids even the ones that have no talents. She takes to life seriously and calmly listens to what everyone has to say.
Who Looks Like Your Girlfriend
He acts like an animal.
Esme is kind and thoughtful. She doesn't have a gift so the only diffrence between her human and her vampire is they don't eat or sleep. She listens to what everone has to before putting an imput in anything. She loves her family and more to come.
But he looks like a gentelmen.
Mikenna Carmicheal was born December 19th, 1913 in Sydney, Australia, where her parents had been vacationing. The family lived in Yorkshire, England. She was the youngest of three, and the one with the most pep in her step.
Her family was straight out of a fairy tale. Her mom and dad had fallen madly in love after seeing each other from across a murky lake. They had talked, and then, Damian came along.
The Carmicheals lived in the more remote part of England. They had owned a huge estate overlooking a rather large lake. In fact, the Carmicheals had been some of the richest people in England. And, every boy in England had wanted a chance to get with Mikenna Carmicheal.
On the night of the 31st of October, 1930, Mikenna, Marcelle, and Damian attended an extravagent Halloween masquerade. Damian had been a brave night, Marcelle a witch, and Mikenna had been the princess.
Mikenna had been beautiful that night. She had worn her mother's white wedding gown and a lacy mask to hide her beautiful brown eyes. Yet, no matter how much of a disguise she wore, there was not hiding from the men.
During the middle of the party, a new group arrived. They were completely underdressed, yet one of them caught Mikenna's attention. He had wavy brown hair and startling blue eyes. Immediately she found herself next to him the entire night on the dance floor.
"Come with me," he had whispered in her ear. Mikenna had been up for anything and flew behind him to the coat closet. He pinned her to the wall and started to search for her neck in the dark.
"Wha-" Mikenna, with surprising strength, had pushed him off and ran for her life. in the center of the dance floor, she saw Marcelle cornered as well. "HELP HER!" she cried in her delicate accent. But, everyone fled the mansion.
The man pinned Marcy to the floor and bit her neck. The sound of Marcelle's scream was enough to kill Mikenna. The boy with the blue eyes suddenly no longer had blue eyes. they were black as the night sky without a moon. He pushed Mikenna to the floor and struggled to bite her neck. Mikenna cried out and wimpered, but, what she now realized was a vampire, laughed. She tried to get up, but he tried to bit her again, making a long cut on her back, ruining the dress. Finally, his teeth sank into her flesh. Mikenna screamed and yelled for no one to hear.
That was seventy eight years ago. There was no telling where Damian was now. They were pretty sure he was a vampire, but couldn't tell if he was dead or alive. Marcelle and Mikenna now lived in a townhouse in Forks, trying there best to be "normal" people. The Carmicheal estate was burned to the ground, and Mikenna wishes for nothing more than to have burned up with it.
Sample RP: ((This is before she joined the Cullens btw))
Esme sat in her room. She shared a pretty townhouse with her sister, Marcelle. And she desperately hated it. She missed her mom terribly, and having to live nearly a hundred years with your sister is a living hell.
"You need to quit moping aroud, Mikenna," said Marcelle as she set the dinner table. They couldn't eat, but they liked to set the table like they did. It gave the home a lived in feeling. "Its been a while. Just, make the best of the situation."
"Make the best of the situation? Yeah-right," Esme snickered and stomped into the kitchen. "I'm too afraid to get into a serious relationship because I'm afraid I'll rip his head off by mistake! Or worse, he won't like what I've become..."
Marcelle rolled her eyes. "You're so freakin' dramatic. Maybe if you got a job, then it would be better. Or made some friends. Or joined some sports."
"You're not my mom, Marcelle. I don't have one. She died when I was seventeen. Oh! Wait, I'M STILL SEVENTEEN!" she slammed her big butt into one of the chairs while Marcelle used her gift to try and calm her down. She had grown accustomed to it and simply thought horrible thoughts.Esme had a right to be in a terrible mood.
Marcelle sat beside her and sighed. "Don't you want to do anything? Maybe we could go ice skating. You used to love that!"
"I used to love it because Damian taught me. And he's dead, too." Esme wiped away the tears before Marcelle could see them.
"You don't know that!" Marcelle cried. She and Damian had been very close. She couldn't stand the thought of Damian being dead. "There were a lot of vampires that night. Not just the boys that got us. There was a girl that had been all over Damian that night."
"Marcy-get over yourself! He's dead! Where else would he be?" Esme cried. She had loved Damian just as much.
"Maybe he's home..."
"Impossible. Our house was burned down thirty years ago. Along with the memories..." Marcelle started bawling and Mikenna actually felt guilty.
"I'm sorry, Marcy. I didn't mean to bring you down, too,"
This Is The Story Of My Life
And The Credit Goes To
I made this on my own. Don't take with out giving credit.
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