Post by ESME ANNE CULLEN on Jul 20, 2011 7:06:14 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true] ESME ANNE CULLEN . one hundred and two or so . vegetarian vampire . Motherly . Loving . Patient . Strong . Compassionate .  |
HISTORY:
It is difficult to know that which makes up the mind of any being. How can one explain which moment in their life made the most difference? How exactly did the last few years affect them? Knowing that each moment is somehow significant and certainly unique will only help those on the outside. Perhaps then, it is best to hear it all This is the story of Esme Anne Cullen.
Even is last explaining her name one cannot be perfectly honest. She’s had many names through the years, and though the name she currently clings to is Esme Anne Cullen, she was once Esme Anne Platt, and regrettably, Esme Anne Evenson. However, her secondary name is a story all its own, and I do hope to start at the beginning.
Esme was born to a loving and caring mother and a slightly absent father. Though her mother could not tell you her first word or when she took her first step, she knew, at least, Esme’s mother cared deeply for her daughter. Esme was her light, her joy, and sometimes, her pain. She knows, though, that should she and her mother talk of those times today, they would only smile and laugh. She was a kind woman, though strict when she had to be. She nourished her daughter’s curiosity while at the same time teaching the standards of society. Unfortunately for a curious little one like Esme had been, the lessons about society nearly left her head as soon as the thoughts were put there. She was too curious to be tied down, too headstrong to look back, and too young to care. As a youngster that got her into trouble; however, looking to the result of one of those accidents, Esme wouldn’t change it for the world.
One of the moments Esme knows affected her life was the moment she fell out of a tree and broke her leg. Normally when a young girls story begins like this, it ends with, “and I had couldn’t walk for, well for a long time”. Hers was slightly different. The moment Esme had fallen, she knew something went wrong. She could feel and hear a bone crack and, though she wasn’t the kind of girl to start crying, she simply couldn’t hold back the tears. Thankfully, her mother was near by; and though she got a scolding from both her parents on “lady-like behavior” they wasted no time in calling a Doctor. At first, she thought it was just her luck that their local doctor was out of town, though she would soon find that was also a blessing. Luckily, Esme’s father got a hold of Dr. Carlisle Cullen.
From the moment he stepped into the Platt home, something about the Golden haired Doctor caught her eye. “I know it seems wrong, a young women barely out of puberty with an eye for a doctor, but I would defend myself by saying that I’m not certain it was love and it certainly wasn’t lust. He was kind and compassionate, anyone would have known simply by looking in his eyes. Something about him was…safe.“ she would say. He comforted her without the need for words. His touch was gentle, though cold, and though she’d never met the man before, Esme felt she could trust him. She knows now that, at the time she was naïve, but she knows that, at least in this one aspect, Esme was right.
Of course, he went on his way and Esme pushed the golden haired doctor out of her mind. She would never see him again, she thought, and life had to move on.
It wasn’t long after that when her father first brought up the idea of marriage. He told Esme that he was readying a marriage to Charlie Evenson. The man was well off and, at least according to her father, that was all she should hope for. Money, in his ideal, was enough to live happily. He’d done right by her, and frankly, it was the kindest act he’d ever performed for his daughter. She thanked him dearly and desperately hoped to make him proud. Love was not in the mix, but Esme hoped Charlie would be a little of what Dr. Cullen had been. If Charlie was half the man that Carlisle was, Esme knew she would be happy for the rest of her life.
All her dreams and hopes for the future were slowly shattered with every day of life with Charlie. He was no man at all, and she was not yet strong enough to fight. Every insult, curse, and beating he threw only served to further break her down into the submissive woman that she’d become. Esme’s husband was abusive and the moment he was called away to active duty, she rejoiced, much to her own self-hatred. “Should I not love and respect my husband? Was that not my vow? How dare I rejoice in his departure?” these were the questions that tortured her. Yet she did rejoice. Esme had forgotten the goodness and kindness in the world. It is funny how just a few short years could take the lightness out of her. “I am not proud of what I became, but I cannot change it.”, Esme would later say, “I certainly was not who I’d been at the bright age of sixteen, the moment I’d met Dr. Cullen.”
When Charlie came back, Esme made a new promise. She would be the wife he wanted in every way. Still, Esme could not please him. She was never good enough, and it hurt her to know she couldn’t please him. The insults and beatings returned, but something new came with it, something that could never be a curse. Esme found that she had become with child. At first, she hoped that the three of them might become a true family.
All that changed after one harsher beating. As she lay on the floor broken and bleeding while Charlie went off to drink, lucky that she hadn’t miscarried, a new strength filled her. “I realized we could never be a family.” She would add. As she stared first to a hand-shaped bruise on her leg and then to her stomach, she found strength in both the thought of comfort Dr. Cullen had given her and then that she could never let her son live in the kind of fear she had for years. It was then that she made her decision to leave.
Esme made plans to live with her cousin and ran at the first opportunity. She managed to escape and shortly after reaching her cousin’s, Esme gave birth to a beautiful child.
When asked, Esme had this to say about her boy, “I had no one else in the world and he became my everything. I had the pleasure of seeing him grow into an infant, almost a toddler. He was the brightest child you could ever meet. His eyes held such joy. He was going to be a wonderful young man. I’d done it, and all for him. I thought nothing could bring me down from my new happiness. That was, of course, until my child was also taken from me, killed by a disease.
I had nothing left, I was no one without my son. Everything I’d done, all my strength had been for him and him alone. My heart broke in two. Physical pain accompanied the strongest sorrow imaginable. Thought of him lifeless killed me inside and I had no other choice but to die with him. The edge of a cliff was my escape, and I jumped. I cared not for the pain in my body when I felt the ground below, the pain in my heart was too great.”
One cannot know whether it was an act of god, or simply chance, but out of the realms of impossibility, Carlisle Cullen happened to notice who our fallen lady was. Esme had already been pronounced dead, laying in silent agony and awaiting death to take its claim. Somehow, it seemed that even death was not strong enough. You see, Carlisle Cullen, was a vampire, though she didn’t know it yet. He lowered himself to her neck and almost immediately she felt an intense burning. It wasn’t long before it overwhelmed her. “I know not how I kept still without the paralysis it also afforded me.” She would later recount. “I twisted on the inside, unable to withstand the pain so much greater than I’d endured under Charlie’s hand. Were it not for the pain fogged mind of mine, I would have laughed at the irony of feeling so safe in the hands of this murderer and being betrayed by him to this pain. It could have lasted hours, days, or months, I could not have known. The only thing I remember was his soothing voice apologizing for the pain he was causing me, though in this, he could bring no comfort. I was sure I was dying.”
When Esme woke again, she was alone, at least for a moment or too. The only reason she was certain she was not dead was for the fact she was in a small room, and though she was comfortable, her son was not with her. She felt an unfamiliar burning in her throat but paid it no mind. Esme was not given much time to dwell on it before a bronze-haired young man walked in. She’d not seen the man before, but he didn’t seem to mind that she was there. Rather, he didn’t do anything that is, other than to yell, “Carlisle, she’s awake”. Esme’s stomach clenched at these words and all of it hurdled back to her with its invisible force. Carlisle was there with superhuman speed. It seems he had no words for her other than her name. To Esme’s ears, it sounded like a plea, whether it was for her to forgive him, or thanks that she was with him, Esme wouldn’t ever know.
She began to tremble, though Esme found she could not cry. “I, as hateful as I am about it now, began to blame him.” Esme admits. “You have to understand, I did not want to be alive. As soon as he informed of what I was, that I would live forever, I became angry. How dare he? What right did he have? I wanted to die that day, I wanted to be with my son. I am afraid that I was horrible towards him in the moments. And, though he seemed hurt, he did nothing by try to console me, the first kind gesture towards me since I was a child.”
It took Esme a while become accustomed to her new self, to learn to feed, and to understand that what she felt for Carlisle had turned itself into love. He was incredibly patient, more than anyone had ever been or would likely be again. Esme was terrified he did not share her feelings. He and his “son”, Edward, were the first people she had been comfortable with in quite a long while. Esme feared she might ruin it. She soon learned her fear was misplaced. Carlisle admitted his feelings toward Esme and not only that, but asked her to be his wife.
Though she knew he didn’t mean too, it stirred up all the old fears; could she please him, was she really deserving of him? It seems that Carlisle knew her fears, and he pushed them to the side. Carlisle assured her that she was his angel. Esme desired nothing more than to be his wife and, in the end, she pushed her fears aside as well. It was he who made her feel at home and, against all odds, he brought the light and joy back to her eyes and warmth into her heart.
Esme would say “Though I can never forget my past, at least, in my future, I am assured his love. My mind was taken with my new children, Edward, Rosalie, Emmett, Alice and Jasper. Any mistake I made easily forgiven by my family. Surprisingly, I am no longer afraid, I stand strong and confident. Loyal to the death to my family, I would fight for any one of them. I have Carlisle to thank for my strength and I know now, that this existence it meant for us, that we are the good ones. I know we are ready to face the future, together”
PERSONALITY:
The epitome of Motherhood, Esme adores her children. Trying never to be too overbearing, but always caring and loving, she could never live with herself knowing any one of her children is hurting. She feels their pain and triumphs when they do, she cares for her children and her husband without shame. She would sacrifice herself for them in an instant. She is always there to be a listening ear of a helping hand. She is mature but not separated from them. Though most of her children are well over fifty, she is still a mother to them. She could not live without them. Though she still mourns the loss of her son, she has her new children to live for and he wouldn’t abandon them for the world.
Her love is her strongest quality. It has been said that her loves knows no bounds. Though sometimes it means she feels too much and leaves her heart on her sleeve, she could not change it even in the unlikely event that she wanted to. She cares very deeply for everyone, especially those close to her. Her love may have been the reason she was so broken with her first husband, but it is the reason she thrives with Carlisle. She cannot leave someone who is in need of her. She is quite the romantic with Carlisle but a mother in all aspects for her children. She tries to understand and give those around just what they need. It is no chore for her to care.
Being through what she has, the fact that she managed to regain any of her self proves her strength. She will stand directly in the face of fear, and, in fact she did with her marriage to Carlisle. True she had her weakness, but thanks to Carlisle’s patience and understanding, she managed to regain her strength. Now she has her younger personality back, the one that climbs trees without fear and would die for those she loves. She is strict when she has to be, and will allow no one to step over her.
Her patience might rival Carlisle’s though it can definitely be argued. This goes along with her motherly instincts. She will patiently wait for an explanation of anything. She’s rarely quick to judge but she does what she must. Sometimes it is Carlisle who keeps her calm, but other times it is that she understands just what is best for the situation. She tries to understand at all times, knowing she can help the most when she sees the world through their eyes. As far as she is concerned she has all the time in the world and she will use it as best she can.
THIS CHARACTER WAS CREATED BY STEPHANIE MEYER DUHH! (RE-ENVISIONED BY PHEONIX) .
