Edward Anthony Masen Cullen

"you can call me Mace"


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June 17th, 2019

Gender: Male

Age: 114
Country: United States

Signup Date:
March 31, 2016


05/15/2019 12:52 PM 


Forks, Washington

Adrenaline Junkie Story Line
"My son, it's time." Carlisle's voice rang out from the kitchen on the first floor as clear as if he were standing right next to me in the attic. The view of the snow covered mountains reflected in my black eyes and I knew I would have to hunt on the way to our new home. I could sense the excitement coursing through the others and decidedly ignored their inane thoughts. Only Esme's giddiness filtered through my subconscious as she double checked to make sure everything was going smoothly. In my owns thoughts, I admired the warm glow I held in my heart for this woman who reminded me so much of my own mother. Flippantly, I did wish Carlisle would stop referring to me as his son. His venom ran through my veins and I understood why he felt as if we were all his children, considering he was our sire, but when I was physically years older than him it was just odd. 

"If you'd like to go on ahead of us, there are several mountain lions a few miles south. You'll have plenty of time to meet us in Anchorage for the flight." Alice thought to herself. I could see several scenarios play out in her mind. If I waited until we were closer to the airport my thirst would fall upon her mate's shoulders and cause mayhem. Jasper, sensing our apprehension, agreed immediately.

Snarling quietly in agreement, I moved in one quick fluid motion and cleared the balcony on my way down to the ground. The snow that had fallen overnight didn't make a sound as I ran nearly at the speed of light towards the forest. While hunting for said lions, I thought about why the others were so excited on the prospect of this small town called Forks. I found myself wishing I would have paid more attention to their thoughts, but it was all the same in any case. This endless cycle of starting over and moving on. I couldn't bring myself to comprehend their actions. Why not simply live in peace somewhere away from it all? What was the point of going to high school or college when they would only do it all again within a matters of years once they were so inclined. Not for the first time I reminded myself that this was their way of life and I had chosen to follow them for the lack of any other option. 

Well, that wasn't true to a certain extent. It was the respect I held for Carlisle, the warmth I had for Esme, that was what kept me tethered to them. Once the others started to join our coven, I accepted them respectfully, but nothing could make me love any of them. It seemed as if I were incapable of the emotion in its entirety. From the outside looking in, you would think I were the stranger invading their privacy. Being able to read their minds, instinctively I could tell they held no malice for me in their hearts and noticed when they couldn't put their finger on what it was exactly that was off about me. For this reason, I refused high school outright. I didn't think it necessary to spend any more time in their presence than what was absolutely required. Not to mention, the mindless chatter of teenagers wasn't something I wanted to immerse myself in if you paid me for it in gallons of human blood. As if on cue, the fire in my throat raged into an inferno while a mountain lion quickly crossed my path. 

An hour later I sat by the entrance to our gate with the family acting decidedly human. It was almost comical. Emmett and Jasper had their cards out as Alice and Rosalie had their noses buried in the latest fashion magazine. Carlisle had on glasses without a prescription hanging from the tip of his nose as he leafed through a text book. "They make me look older," he once joked. And Esme sat next to me with her hand gently tucked into the crook of my arm looking to all the world like the happy mother she is. In a few short hours we would all be piled into a rental making our way to Forks, Washington to begin our new life. Again.

05/11/2019 06:20 PM 



or whatever you wanna call them
I'm not going to bore you to death with a long ass list of sh*t I expect from you. Hell I'm not even going to ask you to sign them. I honestly don't give a damn if you even read this. I'm just gonna leave them here for the sake of leaving them here. 

1. Starters aren't my forte. With that being said, I will always always always write them up. It's how I challenge myself. But if you're not an active writer, don't waste my time. Just go back under whatever rock you crawled out of and stay out of my way. Thanks. 

2. There are no limits to how dark my writing can get. Consider this your trigger warning. Sh*t will hit the fan so you better prepare yourself or hop off the pot. 

3. You're more than welcome to tell me to do better. If you don't like a starter/reply speak up. It's called constructive criticism. If you don't want to role play with me anymore for literally any reason, speak up. The most important rule here, speak up, people. Don't lie to me and we're solid.  

That's that. Hopefully you weren't in too much agony there. 

05/05/2019 03:22 PM 



a general starter | all verses

"The truth is, Bella. I didn't kill humans that hurt people because I thought it was some way of making good out of a bad situation. I killed humans that hurt people because I was a human that hurt people. I've done things you couldn't dream of in your worst nightmares. Until Carlisle found me, I took pleasure in killing anyone who stood before me. Big, small, man, woman, it didn't matter. Their warm blood seeping onto my steady hands made me feel more content than I can explain. There was nothing I-"

"Edward, stop!"I immediately connected to Isabella's wide horrified eyes. Perhaps I've said too much. I stood up with as much ease as I could muster and watched in fascination as she cowered away from me with the movement. Carlisle warned me this would happen and yet I couldn't find it in myself to lie to this human. She was much too pure and innocent to face the darkness which dwelled within me. From the years I've spent studying the human mind, I was sure one day she would forget this conversation ever took place or push it so far back into the recesses of her mind that it would have no reason to cross through her consciousness. A coping mechanism. Or just plain ignorance to the fact that something could exist outside of their little day to day lives. No matter. She reacted like everyone else had. I didn't have to read her mind to know she was just as disgusted as the others had been. Except Carlisle, of course. For some reason I'll never understand, that man took pity on me instead. Fool. If he had been human, he would have been dead for it.

Leaning forward gently, so as not to frighten the human, I let my breath fan out across the small distance between our faces and looked into her wide chocolate brown eyes. "Isabella," I whispered quietly. "It would be best if you calm down right now. Your elevated heart rate isn't helping you in the slightest. It's making the blood rush through your veins like waves in the ocean. There's nothing I can hear more strongly than that at the moment." 

In a span of seconds, her breathing evened out and her pulse quieted. In the meantime, I contemplated the idea of compelling her to forget the conversation itself or my entire existence. Truth be told, I didn't want to do either. The fact that I would not see Isabella again outside of this day had nothing to do with her disgust for me. More so, I simply did not want to impose this world on her. If she somehow corrected her reaction towards me on her own, I would not live with myself in corrupting this child. For that was exactly what she was, for all intents and purposes. She knew nothing of the world or its darkness yet here I was practically tossing it into her lap. No, that would not do. I decided upon the only logical thing to do. 

"Isabella, you're going to fall asleep now. It's been a very long day for you. When you wake up in the morning, you'll question a strange dream you had but come to find out the more you try to remember, the more you forget." Settling into the chair, I watched as she yawned adorably. Tomorrow, I would break up with her properly and ask my family if they'd like to move on. They wouldn't, of course. They were much too attached to this place, not that I could blame them. Ah, well. Isabella and I had only been on a few dates, after all. No harm, no foul. I'm sure the human would agree. Her lack of self esteem would surely agree that it was only a matter of time, in any case. 

Once she was asleep, I quietly slipped out of her room through the window and walked towards the manor at a human pace. Isabella knowing of vampires because of her shape-shifting friends on the reservation had made her intriguing, having her mind shut off to me had made her irresistible, but those terrified eyes would plague my mind until the end of time. I was sure of it. After all, a vampire never forgets. For the first time since I've awoken in this new form, I began to question the sanity of it all. Who could have predicted that this chain of events would lead me off the beaten path in a dreary town such as Forks. It was all so strange in fact, that I hadn't even picked up on the person following me down said path. Turning full circle, I saw no one. Now sneaking up on a vampire I would say is pretty much impossible, yet here we are in that exact situation. 

I called out in a theatrical, sing along voice, "Come out, come out, wherever you are!" 

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