Edward Cullen (The Character)

[Bella Swan]

Yes, we are looking for an Edward who types in full words, and with good RPing skills. Edward would be my RP partner, after all.

[certy]

I'm brand new, obviously, but if y'all are still looking for someone to fill Edward Cullen's shoes, I'd like to submit an entry to being Edward. I'm a very dedicated person, love to RP, and I am a a decent writer, just ignore my biased opinion. xD.

This is a random clip from my FanFic dealing with...Pokemon. Ignore that, and don't make fun of me, It's a Looong story. *cowers* And I can do better! On an added note, the girl at the end was given the name Bella, from one of my old kittens, as this was before I read Twilight...xD

Sample:

Rick knelt by the young trainer, not any younger than 16, and surveyed the body. This trainer lay in a fetal position, the majority of his body covered in an assortment of red dirt and brown mud. His clothes were sun-stained for quite some time now...it seemed as if the clothes themselves were hard. The trainer had eyebrow-length, blonde hair, now dirtied by the weathered elements known to man. The young boy had a cut right above his lip, and a noticeable bruise on his left cheek. Rick knelt down, his tailored, black pants were resting with his knee the only thing on the grass, put his arms next to the boy, and then lifted him up ever so slowly. The blonde boy's head was limp, resting awkward past Rick's right arm, his mouth open. A slight crunching noise trumpeted behind Rick, who was very fit, hiding behind his black pair of sunglasses.

10 Minutes Later....

A screech came from the left. Then a roar to the right. Rick stumbled over the sudden noise, losing balance and dropping the blonde-haired boy into a nearby bush. A sudden yell came from above the treetops, as a shadow became present in the clearing above. Rick quickly regained himself, ruffling amongst the ground, snatching his bent sunglasses, put them back on, and ran in the opposite way.

"Rick, is that you?" A grizzly voice roared in anger. A man, nearing his 50's came walking up, in a nice, clean black suit, reminescent to Ricks. "I told you not to come out this far. If you blow our cover-" The man roared, his bald head reflecting the sunlight above the clearing. His eyes were harsh and threatening, his browline very low.

"B-but Weston, sir, I didn't mean too. I thought I saw s-s-someth- Rick stuttered, trying to spit his words out before Weston got any closer.

"And that, my late friend, is why you mussn't of went looking. If anybody finds out what we're up to, we're French Toast! I'm sorry that I have to do this...but you can no longer be trusted.... Weston's voice itself was disheartening, and Rick slowly walked backwards, until he tripped again and fell down on his rear, dirtying up his new suit.

"Weston, we are partners! Please, please, don't use your gun!" Rick begged, crab-walking backwards trying to get as much space as the stalking Weston.

"Ah, but Rick! You know that I'd never shoot you! No, something much more...torturing. Fearow! Come here, now!" Weston motioned with his left hand, the great Fearow now showing its strenuous body landing onto the ground about 13 Feet behind his great owner. "Fearow, it seems here that we have a traitor on our hands. I want you to finish him off, so we may continue onto our oh-so-busy schedule. Fearow, I'd like you to use Peck on Rick, now!" Weston's eyes showed no mercy, a chizzled frown upon his face, his surprisingly fit body, more-so than Rick's was now a harsh figure in a peaceful forest.

"Weston, please, g-give me one more chance I beg of you!" Rick said, giving his last plead, but it was too late. Weston turned around, his hands in his pockets, a silent farewell to his late partner. Weston's Fearow walked past him, extending each leg at equal distances, scratching the dirt below. Rick's face now shown of complete horror as the Fearow approached him. He made to open his eyes, but he had nothing left to say. The Fearow bent over, it's eyes clearly glazed with evil, screeched one last time, and with only one last stride, pecked its head back in forth towards Rick. Glass shattered. Rick's right eye stung heavily. The last thing it saw was choppy black shards, and then whiteness. He let out a terrifying yelp of pain. The long beak going further into his skull. Rick immediately put his right hand over his right eye, feeling the warm blood, between his fingers, and what appauled him the most. A soft, jelly-like substance, like the yolk of an egg, touched his hand, which wasn't even putting pressure on his eye. The horrid Fearow didn't stop. He went for the next eye. Peck. Scream. Mayhem. Rick covered both of his eyes, an indescribable feeling came over him. He kicked at the Fearow. A cry. A flash of light. Rick lay huddled on the ground, his hands now covering his eyes. Silence.

2 Days Later....

Bella lay next to the blonde-haired boy, gently caressing his head in her lap. She wore short, cut-off shorts. She had glowing green eyes, matching the forest, and had a very dark brown hair color. Her bangs were swept from left to right, reaching their rest behind her right ear. The rest of her hair followed normally, full of body and flair, it seemed to shine at different spots on her hair, as if in an amber tone. She had a quaint little nose, fairly straight, but curved inward towards her face. It went well with her face, as did her striking, yet smooth cheek bones that met a surprisingly defined jaw. Her soft, pink lips had that look about them, not too big, not to small, just very...delicate. She wore a fairly small, pink shirt that had pretty short sleeves, the shirt meeting her shorts. She very gently rubbed her own delicate fingers through the hair of the blonde-haired boy, who seemed to of been sleeping for quite some time now.....

To Be Continued

[♠Edward Cullen♠]

What are your expectations Bella?
I can type in full words, and am good with RPing skills... but is there anything else?

Or was Edward decided upon?

[Bella Swan]

I still am lacking in an Edward. Feel free to try out for him!

[♠Edward Cullen♠]

The sky held a radiant blood-red scar as the sun had finally set on the horizon. It gave the end that Edward feared would come, the close that he wished would never be drawn... yet, he had to. There was no other way...
The meadow he had stirred in so many times before didn't have the welcome, but more forewarning... caution...
The clouds above had churned into a deep void, giving the sky a queer contrast to the sunset, and all of the wildlife beneath the sinking star kept a grave silence.
At this point, one would traverse through the above landscape and see before them, a mural. Edward could take no such comfort while he stood, more so dead than the air about him.
A thought reigned through his still mind. He had time enough for mental composure...
His brow furrowed in concentration, blocking any thoughts that may hinder his upcoming performance...
He was motionless... more so than before. The pause he held lasted for several moments before a groan escaped his gritted teeth... a sharp fiery pang shot up his spine, and he fell forwards.
He was too late... he looked up with realization at a childlike figure brazen with a sadistic grin...

Edward awoke with a start.
He was still in the infirmary...
His dream had felt so... real...
His hand automatically rose to wipe the sweat from his forehead as he formed questions in his head... questions that he knew that wouldn't be answered.
Not at this time... at least...
His focus that had been so prominent was suddenly broken. His stomach flared, and his heart began to race. It was strange that it could pick up any faster...
Sweat beads broadened along his hairline, and he could feel a heat swelling up his throat.
He knew he was to die. This flu had reached millions before it touched him... news spread faster than the disease. At this point, it was inevitable he that his time had become pressed. Limited. What he gave question to was the lenghtening of it all... why couldn't he just die now?

The senses he had didn't reach out so far as to his new location... he didn't know that he was being moved away from the others.
Neither had he thought that opening his eyes was worth it. Until he felt another pain, right before what he knew was death closed down upon him.
It was hot. Hotter than any other burn he felt now. He ignored it though, trying to force the darkness that surrounded him inwards...
But the pains didn't cease as the burn became prevailent... began to spread. From his neck, eventually down to his toes.

Oh, he no longer felt sick. This pain was at least tenfold of what he had felt before, if not worse.


(Need any more Bella?)

[~Jane&Alec~]

Yay Edward transformation scene!

I give this my approval, though it is Bella's job, of course.

EDIT: As surrogate, I declare you Edward now. So there.

[Bella Swan]

@jane&Alec: Sure. Feel free to approve the character I'll be RPing with. =_=

@prospective Edward: I give you Edward, as well, but on one condition: Please try and cut down on your usage of ellipsis (the dot dot dots). Periods are just fine, and ellipsis should only be used sparingly. (I have that problem too, no worries)

Ta da! FWOOSH. You are Edward.

[~Jane&Alec~]

...

I don't see the problem with ellipses...

I mean...

Uh...

Y'know, they really are annoying.

[Bella Swan]

Yeah. And aren't you happy? You're adminified.

[~Jane&Alec~]

Excuse me while I laugh manically.

[Bella Swan]

*regrets choice*