Post by emmett on Sept 7, 2009 22:53:07 GMT -5
( EMMETT DALE
CULLEN. )
"Fall down again Bella?"
The Basic Info
FULL NAME: Emmett Dale McCarty-Cullen
NICKNAME(S):
Em
Monkey Man {Rosalie}
Emmybear {Rosalie}
AGE: Ninety-three.
GENDER: Male.
I LIKE: Women. Well ... just Rosalie, really.
SPECIES: Vegetarian vampire.
SPECIAL POWER: Emmett has greater strength than most vampires of his age, if that counts.
The Looks
HAIR COLOR: Dark brown.
EYE COLOR: A sort of golden amber colour when he’s had blood, and nearly black when he hasn’t in a while.
HEIGHT: 6’5”.
WEIGHT: 200 lbs.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Emmett’s sheer size sets him apart from most people. He’s not difficult to pick out of a crowd, at 6’5”. His good looks set him apart, too, but it’s not so noticeable when he’s with the other Cullens.
PLAY BY: Kellan Lutz.
The Personality
LIKES:
Rosalie
Motorized vehicles
Baseball
Thunderstorms
Hunting bears
Arm wrestling
Feeling like part of a family
Being intimidating
Sports in general
Teasing Bella
Wrestling with Jasper
DISLIKES:
Sunny days
Werewolves
The wrong kind of attention
Loud, obnoxious people
Girls who flirt with him even though he's obviously taken
People in general
Letting his family down
Temptation
Losing
Jasper not letting him set up a rematch
STRENGTHS:
1) Physically, Emmett is a formidable opponent.
2) Determination is something that Emmett has in spades. He won't give up, once he's got it in his mind that he wants to do something.
3) Loyalty. He'd fight to the death, for the people that he cares about.
4) Emmett's sense of humour could be considered a strength. He'll try to lighten the mood by making jokes during tense moments.
5) He has good insticts, for the most part.
WEAKNESSES:
1) Emmett's a little too eager to fight, sometimes. It's almost like he'll go looking for fights.
2) He'll tell inappropriate jokes at inopportune moments.
3) He doesn't really think things through.
4) Emmett's still not the best at resisting temptation. If you put somebody bleeding in front of him, he might just lose control if he hasn't had blood in some time.
5) He's not as careful as he might be. He's far too fond of being intimidating and scaring people who get too close.
FULL LENGTH PERSONALITY:
At first glance, Emmett really doesn’t seem like a guy with much substance. That’s partially true, but there’s definitely more to him than meets the eye. He’s not your typical boneheaded jock, which is basically the first impression of him that most people get. He does have a brain in his head, and there are times when he feels the need to use it. Most of the time, though, Emmett really isn’t the type to over-think things and make things more difficult than they have to be. He’s the guy who’ll be in the background, coming up with simple solutions while everybody else is banging their head off a brick wall trying to come up with something more complicated. Sure, his ideas don’t always work, but they’re proof that every now and then he does get a brainwave.
Long story short, Emmett’s not entirely what he seems. He really is a simple kind of guy, though. Give him a bear to hunt down and Rosalie to spend the rest of his life with, and he’s happy as a proverbial clam. He doesn’t need anything else, even though he does like to have his toys. He’s got something of an addiction to Jeeps, trucks, and fast vehicles in general. He wouldn’t be caught dead driving one of Rosalie’s chick cars, though, but even Emmett’s smart enough to not say that out loud. He doesn’t want to get the cold shoulder just because he couldn’t keep his mouth shut about something stupid like that. See? He’s smarter than he seems. Rosalie is more important to him than anybody else, and he’d do just about anything to make her happy … even if it’s something he doesn’t particularly like much.
That being said, Emmett is never going to be a prodigal genius or anything of the sort. He’s got street smarts, of course, but when it comes to books they really don’t hold his interest. He doesn’t see that sort of thing as being particularly important anymore; when you’ve been through high school so many times, it gets a little boring. Or a lot boring, if you’re Emmett. He doesn’t goof off and draw attention to himself, but if he were a different kind of vampire he just might. He’s too loyal to do that, though. He wouldn’t want to get the whole family exposed for a few moments of fun. A vampire’s got to be careful, after all. Wouldn’t want people getting suspicious.
The History
DATE OF BIRTH: June 6th, 1915
PLACE OF BIRTH: Charleston, Tennessee
CURRENT HOME: Forks, Washington.
PARENTS:
Esme Cullen.
Carlisle Cullen.
SIBLINGS:
Jasper Hale.
Edward Cullen.
Alice Cullen.
Bella Cullen. Even though she's technically not a vampire. Yet.
IMPORTANT PEOPLE:
N/A
SIGNIFICANT OTHERS:
Rosalie Hale. She's the most important person in his life, and always will be.
PETS:
Emmett doesn't really do pets, considering that he's a vampire and all. He'd probably end up eating them.
FULL LENGTH HISTORY: No limit, just be as descriptive as you can. The more you write, the better we can understand your character.
The Person Behind The Character
NAME/NICKNAME: andi
AGE: 21
HOW YOU FOUND US:
Rae told me about this place. <3
A LITTLE ABOUT YOURSELF:
I really don't have a lot to say about myself. Really. <3
SAMPLE POST:
CULLEN. )
"Fall down again Bella?"
The Basic Info
FULL NAME: Emmett Dale McCarty-Cullen
NICKNAME(S):
Em
Monkey Man {Rosalie}
Emmybear {Rosalie}
AGE: Ninety-three.
GENDER: Male.
I LIKE: Women. Well ... just Rosalie, really.
SPECIES: Vegetarian vampire.
SPECIAL POWER: Emmett has greater strength than most vampires of his age, if that counts.
The Looks
HAIR COLOR: Dark brown.
EYE COLOR: A sort of golden amber colour when he’s had blood, and nearly black when he hasn’t in a while.
HEIGHT: 6’5”.
WEIGHT: 200 lbs.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Emmett’s sheer size sets him apart from most people. He’s not difficult to pick out of a crowd, at 6’5”. His good looks set him apart, too, but it’s not so noticeable when he’s with the other Cullens.
PLAY BY: Kellan Lutz.
The Personality
LIKES:
Rosalie
Motorized vehicles
Baseball
Thunderstorms
Hunting bears
Arm wrestling
Feeling like part of a family
Being intimidating
Sports in general
Teasing Bella
Wrestling with Jasper
DISLIKES:
Sunny days
Werewolves
The wrong kind of attention
Loud, obnoxious people
Girls who flirt with him even though he's obviously taken
People in general
Letting his family down
Temptation
Losing
Jasper not letting him set up a rematch
STRENGTHS:
1) Physically, Emmett is a formidable opponent.
2) Determination is something that Emmett has in spades. He won't give up, once he's got it in his mind that he wants to do something.
3) Loyalty. He'd fight to the death, for the people that he cares about.
4) Emmett's sense of humour could be considered a strength. He'll try to lighten the mood by making jokes during tense moments.
5) He has good insticts, for the most part.
WEAKNESSES:
1) Emmett's a little too eager to fight, sometimes. It's almost like he'll go looking for fights.
2) He'll tell inappropriate jokes at inopportune moments.
3) He doesn't really think things through.
4) Emmett's still not the best at resisting temptation. If you put somebody bleeding in front of him, he might just lose control if he hasn't had blood in some time.
5) He's not as careful as he might be. He's far too fond of being intimidating and scaring people who get too close.
FULL LENGTH PERSONALITY:
At first glance, Emmett really doesn’t seem like a guy with much substance. That’s partially true, but there’s definitely more to him than meets the eye. He’s not your typical boneheaded jock, which is basically the first impression of him that most people get. He does have a brain in his head, and there are times when he feels the need to use it. Most of the time, though, Emmett really isn’t the type to over-think things and make things more difficult than they have to be. He’s the guy who’ll be in the background, coming up with simple solutions while everybody else is banging their head off a brick wall trying to come up with something more complicated. Sure, his ideas don’t always work, but they’re proof that every now and then he does get a brainwave.
Long story short, Emmett’s not entirely what he seems. He really is a simple kind of guy, though. Give him a bear to hunt down and Rosalie to spend the rest of his life with, and he’s happy as a proverbial clam. He doesn’t need anything else, even though he does like to have his toys. He’s got something of an addiction to Jeeps, trucks, and fast vehicles in general. He wouldn’t be caught dead driving one of Rosalie’s chick cars, though, but even Emmett’s smart enough to not say that out loud. He doesn’t want to get the cold shoulder just because he couldn’t keep his mouth shut about something stupid like that. See? He’s smarter than he seems. Rosalie is more important to him than anybody else, and he’d do just about anything to make her happy … even if it’s something he doesn’t particularly like much.
That being said, Emmett is never going to be a prodigal genius or anything of the sort. He’s got street smarts, of course, but when it comes to books they really don’t hold his interest. He doesn’t see that sort of thing as being particularly important anymore; when you’ve been through high school so many times, it gets a little boring. Or a lot boring, if you’re Emmett. He doesn’t goof off and draw attention to himself, but if he were a different kind of vampire he just might. He’s too loyal to do that, though. He wouldn’t want to get the whole family exposed for a few moments of fun. A vampire’s got to be careful, after all. Wouldn’t want people getting suspicious.
The History
DATE OF BIRTH: June 6th, 1915
PLACE OF BIRTH: Charleston, Tennessee
CURRENT HOME: Forks, Washington.
PARENTS:
Esme Cullen.
Carlisle Cullen.
SIBLINGS:
Jasper Hale.
Edward Cullen.
Alice Cullen.
Bella Cullen. Even though she's technically not a vampire. Yet.
IMPORTANT PEOPLE:
N/A
SIGNIFICANT OTHERS:
Rosalie Hale. She's the most important person in his life, and always will be.
PETS:
Emmett doesn't really do pets, considering that he's a vampire and all. He'd probably end up eating them.
FULL LENGTH HISTORY: No limit, just be as descriptive as you can. The more you write, the better we can understand your character.
The Person Behind The Character
NAME/NICKNAME: andi
AGE: 21
HOW YOU FOUND US:
Rae told me about this place. <3
A LITTLE ABOUT YOURSELF:
I really don't have a lot to say about myself. Really. <3
SAMPLE POST:
The world … sucked. That was what Devora Kelly had gathered from her first twenty-seven years of life, and the lesson had served her well. It was really no good to be optimistic and to expect life to be all sunshine and daisies. It just wasn’t, no matter who you were, and there was no changing that. Sure, the rich people could gild their cages and pretend that everything was fine, but in the end life would still end up beating them down. Unless they were lucky, of course. She knew there were some people out there who never really saw how horrible life could be, and she envied those people. Once you realized how cruel the world was, you could never go back. That begged the question, though; would she want to go back?
Never. Not in a million years. Devora might like the idea of being able to pretend that there was nothing dark and dangerous lurking out there, but it didn’t change the fact that people who though that were living a lie. She’d rather know about the risks and be a jaded bitch than not know and be some naïve victim-in-waiting. Devora was in a very dark mood, and that called for one thing; alcohol, and lots of it. There was no better way to get over depression than by having a drink or three. She wasn’t in the mood to deal with people, though, so she’d have to go somewhere out of the way. Preferably somewhere where none of her coworkers would see her and decide to bother her. That was the last thing she needed right then.
Upon considering her options, Devora decided against any of the more popular nightclubs. Instead, she decided on a place with dubious integrity. Most of the people she knew wouldn’t be caught dead there, she was fairly certain. She’d be safe. She wasn’t looking for trouble, but if it happened to find her she wouldn’t be particularly upset either. Devora wasn’t a particularly mellow drunk – quite the contrary. She always seemed to be on the lookout for a fight, and needed only the slightest provocation to start something. Maybe that wasn’t the best way to be, but at least it kept her from getting taken advantage of. She wasn’t just going to sit around pouring her heart out like some dimwitted sap. Drinking lead to confrontations, usually, and she got to take her frustrations out. It was probably for the best that she was in a sketchy part of town, really. Nobody would ask any questions. Questions lead to uncomfortable silences, and occasionally to lies. And when lies got involved, things tended to get messy.
Lying. Now that was a slippery slope, if you thought about it. Devora was no stranger to having to tell little white lies, but she hoped to never get in over her head. She didn’t want to become one of those compulsive liars who couldn’t stop lying for fear of getting caught. That was a dangerous place to be, and Dev always told herself that she wouldn’t ever get that way. She was one of the good guys, and that meant walking the straight and narrow … as boring as that might seem. Boring was safe. She wasn’t particularly one to play it safe, though; she liked things that most women didn’t. Like guns, risk-taking, and several other things that could be hazardous to her health. She supposed that playing it safe was overrated, much like fast cars and promiscuous women. Sure, they were fun for a while, but they got old pretty fast. There was just something about the thrill of taking risks that worked for Devora. Some people thought she was crazy, but she was just being herself and doing what came naturally.
Amen to that. She could only be herself, after all. She didn’t know how to be anybody else. Anybody who didn’t like the way she was could go to hell, as far as she was concerned. Dev wasn’t a particularly violent women – not most of the time – but people who wanted her to change just to fit their vision of what a woman should be brought out the angry side of her. She wasn’t changing, not for anybody, and it was about time people realized that. She’d always be that slightly crazy woman who liked guns a little too much. What was it that people thought was so wrong with that? Devora stepped out of the cab, glancing around. Okay, so this was the place she wanted to be. It was dark, it was dodgy, and it was the sort of place where dangerous dealings went on all the time. Nobody was going to ask any questions, and nobody had better try to mess with her. She didn’t have any guns on her, sadly, but she was still dangerous all the same. Devora settled herself at the bar, not glancing around to see whether or not anybody had taken notice of her. She was there to drink away her sorrows, not to make connections. The last thing she needed was to give anybody the wrong idea.
“I’ll have a rum and coke.” Devora stated to the bartender, contemplating her choice for a second. “Hold on, hold on. Make it a double, would you?” It really wasn’t so much a question as a demand. Who was going to say no to her, anyway? Devora didn’t look like much, but it was the way she carried herself that made the difference. She was confident, she had experience, and it showed. Soon her drink was placed in front of her, and everything was just fine. She could get started on drinking her sorrows away, and hope she didn’t manage to do something incredibly stupid while she was intoxicated. She hadn’t before, but … like people said, there was a first time for everything. She could only hope that this wouldn’t be her first time doing something she’d regret just because she’d had a few. Well, it would likely be more than a few, but the story was the same.
Never. Not in a million years. Devora might like the idea of being able to pretend that there was nothing dark and dangerous lurking out there, but it didn’t change the fact that people who though that were living a lie. She’d rather know about the risks and be a jaded bitch than not know and be some naïve victim-in-waiting. Devora was in a very dark mood, and that called for one thing; alcohol, and lots of it. There was no better way to get over depression than by having a drink or three. She wasn’t in the mood to deal with people, though, so she’d have to go somewhere out of the way. Preferably somewhere where none of her coworkers would see her and decide to bother her. That was the last thing she needed right then.
Upon considering her options, Devora decided against any of the more popular nightclubs. Instead, she decided on a place with dubious integrity. Most of the people she knew wouldn’t be caught dead there, she was fairly certain. She’d be safe. She wasn’t looking for trouble, but if it happened to find her she wouldn’t be particularly upset either. Devora wasn’t a particularly mellow drunk – quite the contrary. She always seemed to be on the lookout for a fight, and needed only the slightest provocation to start something. Maybe that wasn’t the best way to be, but at least it kept her from getting taken advantage of. She wasn’t just going to sit around pouring her heart out like some dimwitted sap. Drinking lead to confrontations, usually, and she got to take her frustrations out. It was probably for the best that she was in a sketchy part of town, really. Nobody would ask any questions. Questions lead to uncomfortable silences, and occasionally to lies. And when lies got involved, things tended to get messy.
Lying. Now that was a slippery slope, if you thought about it. Devora was no stranger to having to tell little white lies, but she hoped to never get in over her head. She didn’t want to become one of those compulsive liars who couldn’t stop lying for fear of getting caught. That was a dangerous place to be, and Dev always told herself that she wouldn’t ever get that way. She was one of the good guys, and that meant walking the straight and narrow … as boring as that might seem. Boring was safe. She wasn’t particularly one to play it safe, though; she liked things that most women didn’t. Like guns, risk-taking, and several other things that could be hazardous to her health. She supposed that playing it safe was overrated, much like fast cars and promiscuous women. Sure, they were fun for a while, but they got old pretty fast. There was just something about the thrill of taking risks that worked for Devora. Some people thought she was crazy, but she was just being herself and doing what came naturally.
Amen to that. She could only be herself, after all. She didn’t know how to be anybody else. Anybody who didn’t like the way she was could go to hell, as far as she was concerned. Dev wasn’t a particularly violent women – not most of the time – but people who wanted her to change just to fit their vision of what a woman should be brought out the angry side of her. She wasn’t changing, not for anybody, and it was about time people realized that. She’d always be that slightly crazy woman who liked guns a little too much. What was it that people thought was so wrong with that? Devora stepped out of the cab, glancing around. Okay, so this was the place she wanted to be. It was dark, it was dodgy, and it was the sort of place where dangerous dealings went on all the time. Nobody was going to ask any questions, and nobody had better try to mess with her. She didn’t have any guns on her, sadly, but she was still dangerous all the same. Devora settled herself at the bar, not glancing around to see whether or not anybody had taken notice of her. She was there to drink away her sorrows, not to make connections. The last thing she needed was to give anybody the wrong idea.
“I’ll have a rum and coke.” Devora stated to the bartender, contemplating her choice for a second. “Hold on, hold on. Make it a double, would you?” It really wasn’t so much a question as a demand. Who was going to say no to her, anyway? Devora didn’t look like much, but it was the way she carried herself that made the difference. She was confident, she had experience, and it showed. Soon her drink was placed in front of her, and everything was just fine. She could get started on drinking her sorrows away, and hope she didn’t manage to do something incredibly stupid while she was intoxicated. She hadn’t before, but … like people said, there was a first time for everything. She could only hope that this wouldn’t be her first time doing something she’d regret just because she’d had a few. Well, it would likely be more than a few, but the story was the same.
