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A Soul: The animating and vital principle in humans, credited with the faculties of thought, action, and emotion and often conceived as an immaterial entity.
I N F O R M A T I O N
○ Given Birth-name: Edward Anthony Masen Cullen
○ Status: Single
○ Physical Appearance:
○ Height: 6'1"
○ Hair color: Bronze/Copper
○ Eye color: As a human, green. As a vampire who feeds on animals instead of humans, topaz; darkens as I gets hungry.
○ Birthdate: June 20, 1901
○ Birthplace: Chicago, Illinois
○ Parents: Edward and Elizabeth Masen
○ Vampire Rebirth: Dying of the Spanish Influenza at age 17 in year 1918, I was turned into a vampire by Carlisle Cullen at the request of my mother.
○ Special Ability: Can read the minds of others, everyone with the exception of Bella Swan.
○ Interests: Piano, music, baseball, cars
Q U O T E S
"Evil is a point of view. God kills indiscriminately and so shall we. For no creatures under God are as we are, none so like him as ourselves."
"Pain is a terrible thing for you. You feel it like no other creature because you are a vampire."
"Dark. The alley was dark with the filth and disease of forgotten humanity. Anger coursed through veins where blood used to flow as I heard the vile thoughts of the human before me. I knew what he was, and I would feed from him as I rid the world of his evil. He didn't see me approach, even though I used less caution than I might have. He was too busy planning the rape and murder of a girl who worked at the café on the corner. She passed this way as she walked home each night.
I let him see me for just a moment before I attacked, so that I could watch his eyes widen in fear. His blood was thick, tainted with an iniquity that no prayer, no penitence could ever fully cleanse. I drank it in, taking the evil inside of my own immoral vessel where it couldn't hurt anyone else. As I feasted, I gave myself over to the inhuman glory of my vampire nature. Reveling in the blood that poured down my throat, I told myself that I had saved an innocent life tonight. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend that I was better than the monster I had just killed. Surely it was better not to have a soul at all than to have one so hideously twisted and corrupt...
The memory shifted, and my chest burned with agony as I saw Bella's lovely face before me. We were in the meadow, enjoying an ordinary spring day as young lovers. I stared at her, eagerly basking in the beauty that I had too recently seen turn pale under death's hand. I wanted to live in this memory, stay in this one moment for the rest of my life. Then I noticed her scent, and I realized that not all of the burning in my chest was because of what I had lost. It was my vampire self that burned; throat, lungs, instinct that ached to rip the tender flesh of the girl who rested so trustingly in my arms. Even as we kissed, I struggled with the part of myself who always, always thought of killing."