Post by ari on Apr 23, 2011 4:59:19 GMT -5
you're my brand of heroin ,]
Renesmee Carlie Cullen
"You truly are one frightening little monster."
~Jasper Hale~
Renesmee Carlie Cullen
"You truly are one frightening little monster."
~Jasper Hale~
character full name: Renesmee Carlie Cullen
alias: Nessie, Ness, Vanessa Wolfe.
age: Appears to be around 8, is only 4.
birthday: September 11, 2006.
affiliation: The Cullens.
status: A vampire/ human hybrid.
"I'd noticed that his eyes were black - coal black."
~Isabella Swan~
~Isabella Swan~
eyes: Almond shaped. Their color is a chocolate brown, just like her mother's while she was still human.
hair: Falling a few inches below her shoulders, Renesmee has long hair of an unusual bronze color- just like her father.
height: 4'1.
weight: 40ilbs.
distinguishing features: None.
general appearance: Renesmee is described as very beautiful, even more so than her already very beautiful aunt Rosalie. The child inherited looks from both of her parents, especially their good features. From Edward she got his high cheekbones, straight nose and full lips. His unsual bronze hair color was something she got as well. On her mothers side, Bella's, she recieved mom's chocolate brown eyes from back when she was a human since her eyes are now that famous shade of amber that vegitarian vampires sport. Renesmee got something from her grandfather too though; his curley hair. Those curls fall a few inches below her shoulders, though they aren't always curley anymore. Renesmee has them straightened from time to time.
The beauty Renesmee pocesses comes from the vampire side of her, but since Renesmee isn't completely a vampire, she does have a heartbeat. Because of this heartbeat, Renesmee's skin isn't as white as the rest of her family. It has a hint of color to it, mostly in her cheeks which always have a rosey color to them as if she were wearing a pink blush. Her lips are a shell-pink color and her eyes have a pale lavender hue to their lids. Her heartbeat also gives Renesmee a temperature, one that almost matches that of the Quileute Pack.
"I will always tell you the truth."
~Alice Cullen~
~Alice Cullen~
likes:
-Her mother, Bella.
-Daddy, Edward.
-Her grandparents, aunts and uncles. Anyone in her family really.
-Her Jacob.
-Being spoiled.
-Using her power as a method of communication instead of actually speaking the words.
-Human blood. Like all vampires Renesnee loves it, though she's learned to adapt to animal blood and- distastefully- human food.
-Hunting trips.
-Adventures.
-Having fun in general.
-Listening to music and reading books; like her parents.
dislikes:
-Human food. She rarely eats it.
-Sleeping. She rarely does that too.
-Animal blood. She doesn't mind drinking it, but what vampire doesn't love human blood more?
-The Volturi.
-Having to speak out loud.
-Hearing the same stories twice.
-Causing pain to her family.
-Getting into trouble.
ambitions:
-To keep her loved ones safe. She would never let anything happen to them, she cares to much.
abilities:
-Renesmee pocesses all the normal abilities of a vampire, such as heightened senses and inhuman physical strength and speed.
-Her skin is hard and durable but since she's half human her skin is not as so as a full vampire, but her skin's still not easy to break. Also unlike full blooded vampires, her skin doesn't sparkle. Instead it emits a faint glow when exposed to the sunlight, allowing her to blend in with human society much better than vampires. She isn't venomous either and has the ability to sleep as well.
-Renesmee appears to draw people in with her attractive traits and kind nature, whether this is a ability or general kindness is undetermined.
-Rapid growth. As a baby, Renesmee grew rapidly. Starting out as a infant and becoming a toddler within a short time. Though after seven years of this, she stopped aging and is immortally what she appears to be now.
-Renesmee has the exact opposite gifts of her parents. She can place her own thoughts, images and feelings, into others minds with a simple touch. It has become her prefered way of communication. And while her mother can create a mental shield to block people out of her mind, Renesmee can penetrate shields, unconciously even.
secrets:
-To others outside of her family a secret would be that she is inhuman, mostly.
personality: Renesmee is a extreamly sweet girl that is protective over others. She'll do anything for those she holds dear. But while she may have a serious side, she is also a overly fun loving child. Her love for fun gives her a competitve streak so it's hard for her not to accept a challenge, especially if it involves the use of vampiric abilities.
The fun loving side of her also loves adventures, being outdoors, it's a thrill to go to the mountains and hunt. To explore new land. To see the sun rolling off the hills. She also just loves to run. She likes being fast. Being so young still makes her hyper, so even though she can sleep doesn't mean she ever wants to. She'll avoid sleeping at all costs if she can.
Being around family and friends brightens Renesmee's day incredibly. This child is rarely seen in a bad mood. Renesmee doesn't have much of a temper, but she does have a stubborn side to her just like her mother. She wants to do what is right, or what she believes is right, and is stubborn with getting her way. But Renesmee has a very kind nature so so she's not crude. She won't intentionally hurt anothers feelings unless they deserve so. But that doesn't mean that she can't be playfully deceptive towards the people she knows.
While being sweet and fun, Renesmee is also a highly intelligent girl. Even as a infant her mind was far more intelligent than most adults. When it came to vampire laws and her thirst, she knew what to and what not to do, picking up on it rather quickly.
With her 'superior' mind, she has learned to memorize anything she sees or experiances perfectly.
"Don't get your family slaughtered for pride."
~Carlisle Cullen~
~Carlisle Cullen~
mother: Isabella Cullen.
father: Edward Cullen.
siblings: None.
others: Alice, Jasper, Charlie, Rose, Emmett, Esme, Carlisle, Jacob and the pack.
history: Renesmee was concieved on one of the nights that Edward and Bella spent while honeymooning on a island the Cullen family owned off the coast of Rio de Janeiro: Isle Esme. The island had been a gift from Carlisle to his wife Esme so for the newly weds honeymoon, they had used it.
It wasn't long before Bella had started to show signs of being pregnant. But the pregnancy didn't turn out to be normal though. For one vampires weren't ever suppose to be able to concieve a child, so getting pregnant at all was a miracle... or a painful burden. This mystical pregnancy was not easy on any of them, especially the mother.
While in the womb, Renesmee had been growing at a rapid rate. At such a rate that, within a few months, Bella had appeared to be in her third trimester.
Renesmee's accelerated aging had caused her mother immense pain for Renesmee had been breaking several ribs in the process and hurting her mothers health greatly with something simple as a stretch. But her mother saw out the pregnancy, despite some of the others hopes that she'd agree to a abortion. Bella even drank blood for her unborn daughter- who at the time she thought was a he. Since Renesmee was part vampire, she didn't like human food so it wasn't helping her develop. She wanted blood. It was what she craved. What she needed. Not human food.
The day of her birth had not played out exactly as her parents had planned. Esme and Carlisle, who were suppose to be there, were out hunting that day so it was up to Edward, Rosalie, Jacob and Alice to deliver the baby by C-Section.
After breaking many ribs, spilling a lot of blood, and snapping her mothers spine, the infant was removed from her mothers womb- with her father's very sharp teeth no less- and was brought into this world. Her mothers high belief that she was carrying a baby boy was wrong. The child turned out to be a girl so the name EJ ((Edward Jacob)) was discarded and Renesmee ((Renee and Esme combined)) was given in it's place.
While her father continued trying to revive her dieing mother in another room, Renesmee was taken from the room and Jacob had followed. His intentions had been on killing her, since he believed that she had killed Bella. But as soon as he saw her he imprinted on her. That imprint had been what caused a future truce between the pack and the Cullens since it was a rule not to harm the object of a pack member's imprint.
Over the next few months, Renesmee lived with her family, growing up with them. She aged rapidly, which caused fear to erupt in the hearts of those nearest to her. Since she was aging quickly they feared that her life would be short lived. That wasn't the only fear though.
One day while hunting in the woods with her mother and Jacob, Irina, a member of the Denali coven, had spotted them and mistook Renesmee for being a immortal child. Irina's own mother had been killed for creating a immortal child long ago since immortal children were not allowed to exist because they could not control themselves, which in general caused fear of that they would expose the vampire race to the humans. And having a built up anger towards the Cullens, Irena had taken off to tell the Volturi of this 'immortal child'.
With this new knowledge, Aro and the rest of the Volturi decided to go to Forks to destroy the child. But luckily for the coven, Alice forsaw their arrival and left in search of help, but not without first telling her family that they need to find witnesses. It wasn't much to go on, but they did just that. They gathered old friends and old aquiantinces. As they came, Renesmee told each the tale of her conception and everything up to that day, proving that she wasn't a immortal child and that she did infact 'grow up' and was still growing up.
Having a few dozen witnesses now, they prepared for the Volturi's arrival. And as time wore on, they came.
At first everyone was set on battle, and it almost came to that, but it didn't come down to that. Instead, after briefly meeting Aro, Alice showed up with Nahuel, another hybrid like herself. Nahuel explained to the Volturi what he was, his past, everything that they needed to know to convince them that Renesmee was not a immortal child.
Alice's plan had worked. The Volturi left Forks no longer seeing Renesmee as a threat.
"You will never put me through that again."
~Esme Cullen~
~Esme Cullen~
player: Ari.
age: 17.
member title: Bella's Little Nudger.
password: Pure.
anything else: After a week of waiting, Ryan said I could apply after Friday so I hope this is okay. *crosses fingers*
rp sample:
((Not all of my posts are this big, or even remotly this big. I just get lucky with my muse sometimes.))
Drusillas tummy had been rumbly for hours. The sun just didn't seem to want to set today. Mmmmm. What a naughty sun. It did not like her. No. Not like the moon. The moon loved its princess. It did. It showered her in twinkling stars every night. Oooh, what a wonderful feeling! The vampiress anticipated its glistening light on her cold, pale skin. Such anticipation sent shivers down her spine. She couldn't wait for the attention only it could give.
When the sun finally drifted off of the crypt that she was in, Drusillas thin fingers slowly slid down the wood of the door, pushing it open in such a way that the creaking sound that came from the door appeared to never end. It creaks echoing into the night. A sound that would spook any being at this time of night. But not her.
Drusilla stepped over the threshold, her steps rythmetically timed with the dimming rays of the sun that were creeping away just inches infront of her. The hem of her red, victorian styled dress billowed out as air caught under it, the thin fabric twisting around her ankles as she walked. Soon the sun had dunked behind the horizon. By the time it had Drusilla was standing at the cemetarys exit. Making her way out of it and onto the streets of Rome. Drusilla had been here visiting The Immortal. Drusilla liked that man. Strong. Tall. Power radiated off of him in brightly colored waves. Everytime they touched he felt like sunshine. Wonderful, flesh burning sunshine. These were the memories that the manic vampire clung too. But the once wonderful memories were always replaced with bitter ones. Unpleasant enough that she didn't even want to think about them. Ms. Edith couldn't comfort her anymore. No. Drusilla recalled the good days. Daddy. How she loved him so. She remembered when she first laied eyes upon daddy. Daddy killed mommy and laughed. Ooh, how this had scared princess. But now princess liked to laugh at the feel of a snapping neck too. Daddy had shattered her like stained glass. So fragile. She broke to pieces. Falling and falling into the night. Princess had been strong. So, so strong. But daddy made sure she broke.
Dru had been all new and shiny. Shiny like a star... but then daddy turned into the aweful Angel-Beast. Daddy had abandoned her. Her William abandoned her and grandmother was as dead as ashes in the wind. She was here, but then she was not. Everyone had left Drusilla all alone. No one loved her anymore. Was she no longer shiny like the stars?
These memories made Drusilla bitter. No one would dance under the stars with her. Not anymore. Not daddy. Not Willy. She danced in the dark now. Cursed to dance alone to that eternal tune that played in her head. A tune that only she could hear.
Drusilla had begun to shake. Her walking ceased. Her hands lifted to her chest as her head bowed close to them. "I can't dance alone. It's a duet. The final act is about to begin but I have no partner. Oooh, the play will be ruined. This is not what the moon would want. No, no, no. The moon will be very cross tonight." Her words came out in small whimpers. The pain she felt was clear across her delicate features.
But out of the blue, Drusilla suddenly felt herself being grabbed by her elbow. She was pulled into the dark alley that she had been standing a few mere feet from. A surprised gasp slipped past her lips as her back was shoved against the hard stone of a building. Something sharp and with a chilling touch was forced roughly against her bare neck. A trickle of blood slid down her skin. Her eyes met that of a hooded man, though his were narrowed. Cold. Dark in their vast clouded depths.
"Such great eyes you have. Dark like a demons. Swirling like an abyss. Have you come to play a game with princess?" Her tone was wonderous, but her expression remained that of a level one, watching only with interest.
She could tell that she had caught the man off guard for he looked to be shocked. But the shock soon reverted back to that hostility he had shown moments earlier. "What are you blind, bitch? This is a robbery! Now give me your-"
"No play?" Drusilla had cut him off. A pout now painted across her face. It was then that her hand shot up, wrapping itself around his large wrist. As she jerked his wrist aside the switch blade was sent flying for the mans grip had let up in surprise as he was thrown backwards. He had stumbled into the wall on the other end of the alley.
Her attention wasn't on him though. Once she threw him, Drusillas fingertips found her neck. Touching the cut the blade had made as it was knocked away. She pulled her fingers back so she could exaimine the blood that now clung to her index and middle finger. It was alot. But she had already begun to heal.
"You hurt me." Her hand dropped to her side. Drusilla than gracefully advanced on the man. Reaching him, she grabbed hold of his neck before he could regain his balance. She slammed him against the stone.
"That was very rude of you. Apologize to princess now." Drusilla looked up at him for she was holding him up higher than she stood.
The man was choking from her grip. His own hands grabbing the wrist of the hand that held him. He attempted to pull her hand away, to dig his nails in, anything that would get him out of her hold. But his attempts were futile for Drusilla did not let go. Her fingers only wrapped themselves tighter around his neck.
Drusilla awaited his answer, but he did not give one. When he looked down at her he only spat. "Fuck you!" He was obviously enraged. His face was turning a delightful shade of blue though. His air supply was running out.
"You wont apologize?" She looked hurt. She then tilted her head appearing to be listening to something. "Ms. Edith says you've been a naughty man. Needs to be punished." Her face soon morphed into its vampiric one. Not wasting another moment for her hunger was starting to make her stomach painfully churn, Drusilla leaned into his neck and parted her fingers as she did so, allowing her fangs room to sink into his tender flesh and hit his pulsating jugular.
Juicy, warm liquid sprayed out of his jugular, entering her open mouth as she began to drink from her now thrashing meal. The man was without blood in a matter of seconds. He had barely been able to utter a scream before he was too weak too do anything but hang there. And once his heart slowed so it was taking its last fleeting beats, Drusilla pulled away. She looked up at him with her yellow, predator eyes. He was limp in her hand. "I told you to apolagize. But instead the predator became the prey. Mmm, what sweet tasting prey you were. Full of death and misery." Drusilla released her grip on the man, letting him fall to the pavement. He lay there crumbled against the wall.
Drusilla decided to watch him die. And as she watched him become weaker by the second her lips pulled into a twisted smile. A idea dawning on her. Drusilla knealt down besides the man. Once down there she lifted her finger to the top of her chest, piercing her white skin and slitting her a lone horizontal line. She then moved her hands to the man, picking him up with ease she pulled him to her. She leaned him against her. His position was slightly awkward but Drusilla made sure his mouth was against her bleeding cut. Her hand met the back of his head. She pulled his hood down so her fingers could trail through his short red hair. His hair reminded her of blood. A sweet river of innocent blood. A river she was bound to create soon. She could already imagine the blood seeping between her fingers.
Drusilla hummed. "Shush, my sweet. Drink. All will be better soon." She was delighted She was going to be a mother.
Drusillas tummy had been rumbly for hours. The sun just didn't seem to want to set today. Mmmmm. What a naughty sun. It did not like her. No. Not like the moon. The moon loved its princess. It did. It showered her in twinkling stars every night. Oooh, what a wonderful feeling! The vampiress anticipated its glistening light on her cold, pale skin. Such anticipation sent shivers down her spine. She couldn't wait for the attention only it could give.
When the sun finally drifted off of the crypt that she was in, Drusillas thin fingers slowly slid down the wood of the door, pushing it open in such a way that the creaking sound that came from the door appeared to never end. It creaks echoing into the night. A sound that would spook any being at this time of night. But not her.
Drusilla stepped over the threshold, her steps rythmetically timed with the dimming rays of the sun that were creeping away just inches infront of her. The hem of her red, victorian styled dress billowed out as air caught under it, the thin fabric twisting around her ankles as she walked. Soon the sun had dunked behind the horizon. By the time it had Drusilla was standing at the cemetarys exit. Making her way out of it and onto the streets of Rome. Drusilla had been here visiting The Immortal. Drusilla liked that man. Strong. Tall. Power radiated off of him in brightly colored waves. Everytime they touched he felt like sunshine. Wonderful, flesh burning sunshine. These were the memories that the manic vampire clung too. But the once wonderful memories were always replaced with bitter ones. Unpleasant enough that she didn't even want to think about them. Ms. Edith couldn't comfort her anymore. No. Drusilla recalled the good days. Daddy. How she loved him so. She remembered when she first laied eyes upon daddy. Daddy killed mommy and laughed. Ooh, how this had scared princess. But now princess liked to laugh at the feel of a snapping neck too. Daddy had shattered her like stained glass. So fragile. She broke to pieces. Falling and falling into the night. Princess had been strong. So, so strong. But daddy made sure she broke.
Dru had been all new and shiny. Shiny like a star... but then daddy turned into the aweful Angel-Beast. Daddy had abandoned her. Her William abandoned her and grandmother was as dead as ashes in the wind. She was here, but then she was not. Everyone had left Drusilla all alone. No one loved her anymore. Was she no longer shiny like the stars?
These memories made Drusilla bitter. No one would dance under the stars with her. Not anymore. Not daddy. Not Willy. She danced in the dark now. Cursed to dance alone to that eternal tune that played in her head. A tune that only she could hear.
Drusilla had begun to shake. Her walking ceased. Her hands lifted to her chest as her head bowed close to them. "I can't dance alone. It's a duet. The final act is about to begin but I have no partner. Oooh, the play will be ruined. This is not what the moon would want. No, no, no. The moon will be very cross tonight." Her words came out in small whimpers. The pain she felt was clear across her delicate features.
But out of the blue, Drusilla suddenly felt herself being grabbed by her elbow. She was pulled into the dark alley that she had been standing a few mere feet from. A surprised gasp slipped past her lips as her back was shoved against the hard stone of a building. Something sharp and with a chilling touch was forced roughly against her bare neck. A trickle of blood slid down her skin. Her eyes met that of a hooded man, though his were narrowed. Cold. Dark in their vast clouded depths.
"Such great eyes you have. Dark like a demons. Swirling like an abyss. Have you come to play a game with princess?" Her tone was wonderous, but her expression remained that of a level one, watching only with interest.
She could tell that she had caught the man off guard for he looked to be shocked. But the shock soon reverted back to that hostility he had shown moments earlier. "What are you blind, bitch? This is a robbery! Now give me your-"
"No play?" Drusilla had cut him off. A pout now painted across her face. It was then that her hand shot up, wrapping itself around his large wrist. As she jerked his wrist aside the switch blade was sent flying for the mans grip had let up in surprise as he was thrown backwards. He had stumbled into the wall on the other end of the alley.
Her attention wasn't on him though. Once she threw him, Drusillas fingertips found her neck. Touching the cut the blade had made as it was knocked away. She pulled her fingers back so she could exaimine the blood that now clung to her index and middle finger. It was alot. But she had already begun to heal.
"You hurt me." Her hand dropped to her side. Drusilla than gracefully advanced on the man. Reaching him, she grabbed hold of his neck before he could regain his balance. She slammed him against the stone.
"That was very rude of you. Apologize to princess now." Drusilla looked up at him for she was holding him up higher than she stood.
The man was choking from her grip. His own hands grabbing the wrist of the hand that held him. He attempted to pull her hand away, to dig his nails in, anything that would get him out of her hold. But his attempts were futile for Drusilla did not let go. Her fingers only wrapped themselves tighter around his neck.
Drusilla awaited his answer, but he did not give one. When he looked down at her he only spat. "Fuck you!" He was obviously enraged. His face was turning a delightful shade of blue though. His air supply was running out.
"You wont apologize?" She looked hurt. She then tilted her head appearing to be listening to something. "Ms. Edith says you've been a naughty man. Needs to be punished." Her face soon morphed into its vampiric one. Not wasting another moment for her hunger was starting to make her stomach painfully churn, Drusilla leaned into his neck and parted her fingers as she did so, allowing her fangs room to sink into his tender flesh and hit his pulsating jugular.
Juicy, warm liquid sprayed out of his jugular, entering her open mouth as she began to drink from her now thrashing meal. The man was without blood in a matter of seconds. He had barely been able to utter a scream before he was too weak too do anything but hang there. And once his heart slowed so it was taking its last fleeting beats, Drusilla pulled away. She looked up at him with her yellow, predator eyes. He was limp in her hand. "I told you to apolagize. But instead the predator became the prey. Mmm, what sweet tasting prey you were. Full of death and misery." Drusilla released her grip on the man, letting him fall to the pavement. He lay there crumbled against the wall.
Drusilla decided to watch him die. And as she watched him become weaker by the second her lips pulled into a twisted smile. A idea dawning on her. Drusilla knealt down besides the man. Once down there she lifted her finger to the top of her chest, piercing her white skin and slitting her a lone horizontal line. She then moved her hands to the man, picking him up with ease she pulled him to her. She leaned him against her. His position was slightly awkward but Drusilla made sure his mouth was against her bleeding cut. Her hand met the back of his head. She pulled his hood down so her fingers could trail through his short red hair. His hair reminded her of blood. A sweet river of innocent blood. A river she was bound to create soon. She could already imagine the blood seeping between her fingers.
Drusilla hummed. "Shush, my sweet. Drink. All will be better soon." She was delighted She was going to be a mother.
"If we had happy endings, we'd all be under gravestones now."
~Rosalie Hale~
~Rosalie Hale~
made by: Rae {cupcake/vanilla_pop} of RPG-D && Caution 2.0
disclaimer: quotes are from the characters in the Twilight series
copyright: steal and I'll send the Volturi after you. YEAH.
