Post by londonstorm18 on Aug 3, 2010 12:29:28 GMT -5
Name: Edward Anthony Cullen
Age: 17
Fandom: Twilight Saga
Species: Vampire
Powers: Mind reader
Age: 17
Fandom: Twilight Saga
Species: Vampire
Powers: Mind reader
Why Do You Want to Play This Character? Despite the fact that I have truly enjoyed reading the Twilight Saga, Edward has been one of my favorite characters. I have an endless supply of knowledge to help me bring this fictional character to life in the way the author would wish to see him. I have played this character on other similar sites as well as created my own stories involving him. You will not find anyone who knows this character better than me.
Sample
: “Edward…” I turned my still body around in order to face the direction in which I heard my name being whispered through the calmness of the night. She was still sound asleep but in the middle of what I hoped was a pleasant dream. I’d never heard my name spoken with such softness. Only she had the power to send my empty insides into a complete whirlwind, as if a tornado was just beginning to brew within me. After all, she was the very reason I sat in the darkening tree outside her bedroom window in the dead of night. Morning will stir within a matter of minutes and just before the sun kisses the horizon I’ll be gone without a trace that I had ever been here. The only way she’ll have known is if I decided to tell her but somehow I don’t think she’d understand how thrilling her slumbering hours are to me, for my eyes haven’t been dosed with tiredness since 1918. I’ve been lucky enough to live my human fantasies through her for the past several weeks without her knowledge. But what if just for a moment I was not on the outside looking in but actually laying right by her side? Could I handle it or would she be dead the very second my feet slid through the window? I’d rather not risk her life anymore for my own selfish reasons.
: “Edward…” I turned my still body around in order to face the direction in which I heard my name being whispered through the calmness of the night. She was still sound asleep but in the middle of what I hoped was a pleasant dream. I’d never heard my name spoken with such softness. Only she had the power to send my empty insides into a complete whirlwind, as if a tornado was just beginning to brew within me. After all, she was the very reason I sat in the darkening tree outside her bedroom window in the dead of night. Morning will stir within a matter of minutes and just before the sun kisses the horizon I’ll be gone without a trace that I had ever been here. The only way she’ll have known is if I decided to tell her but somehow I don’t think she’d understand how thrilling her slumbering hours are to me, for my eyes haven’t been dosed with tiredness since 1918. I’ve been lucky enough to live my human fantasies through her for the past several weeks without her knowledge. But what if just for a moment I was not on the outside looking in but actually laying right by her side? Could I handle it or would she be dead the very second my feet slid through the window? I’d rather not risk her life anymore for my own selfish reasons.