Post by Esme Lila Swan on Jan 13, 2011 22:12:52 GMT -5
* Esme Swan !
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full name: Esme Lila Swan
nicknames: N/A
age: 38
hometown: Forks, Washington
species: Human
ability's: N/A
hair: Brown
eyes: Hazel
general appearance: Her hair is almost always pulled into a pony tail. She likes to dress down and be comfortable
more than anything else. She normally carries a pen and paper tucked into a pocket somewhere. Yes she loves pockets.
play by:Elizabeth Reaser
likes: Art, Music, Open Minded People, Italian Food, Being Outside, Cats, Painting
dislikes: Dogs, Spicy Food, Liars, Loud Noises, Spiders
strengths: Creative, Active, Friendly, Good Cook
weaknesses: Easily Distracted, Overly Protective, Short Tempered
habits/quirks: She bites her lips when nervous and carries a small sketch pad whereever she goes.
fears: Losing her daughters, Spiders, Getting Old
secrets: N/A
personality: Esme loves her family and her art in equal measure. If she had to pick though she would choose her family in a hearbeat. Since her husband left she has stayed busy. Whether it be painting or taking care of her girls. She does not eccourage them to talk about thier father and any mention of him makes Esme lose her temper. She is not agressive however and takes her ager out on canvas instead. She has a very protective nature when it comes to her family. In truth she never got over the loss she felt when her husband left and she harbors a deep mistrust of men. She can be silly sometimes and is known for being outgoing and friendly to just about everyone. She has her limits though and anyone who hurt her or her family are in for a surprise.
mother: Emily Ann Swan
father: Andrew Elliot Swan
siblings: N/A
other family: Alice Swan, Bella Swan
other important people: N/A
history: She was born and raised here in forks. Her father worked at a cornerstore and her mother was one of her teachers. She had a fairly normal childhood. She got along well enough with her parents and they scraped enough money up for her to take art classes when she showed talent. She was always known to be friendly and trusting perhaps too trusting. When she was seventeen she met Charlie. her parents did not approve in the slightest and where furious when they found out there duaghter was pregant. They did not like it but they still supported thier daughter and left her their house when they died in a car accident on thier way to witness Alice's birth. Things with Charlie were okay for awhile then Esme found herself pregnant again. When Bella was born Charlie began to distance himself from the family. Then one morning in Febuary he was gone. At first Esme though he would come back she was wrong. It was then her art became her crutch. she spent the days painting out her raw emotions only stoping when her babies needed something. The years went by and her girls grew. Now she watches as her youngest is enaged she only hopes that Bella does not make her mistake.
your name: Brittany
experience: Several years of roleplaying on various sites
who you play: No
how you found us: Google
role play sample:
Esme wandered downstairs. Glancing at the clock she sighed. It was nine fourty two she had overslept....again. making her way into the kitchen she starts up the coffee maker. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes she grabs a cup and opens the fridge to look for the milk. orange juice, pickles, why was the bread in the fridge? Putting the bread back into the breadbox she resumed looking from the milk. the coffee was ready and there was no milk. Esme hated black coffee. Oh well just sugar would have to do. She fixed herself a cup criging as she took a sip. Oh that was vile!
She needed milk. After abandoning the coffee on the counter she went to her room to get dressed. it was tuesday and the girls would be at school so she had time for a quick trip to the store. Pulling on her jeans shirt and coat and tucking her pencil and sketch pad into a pocket she went out the door and then back in to grab her keys. She got the car started without incident and back up into something. Glacing into her rearview mirror she saw that she had hit the mailbox again. Another sigh as she pulled out of the drive.
Intending to make it a short trip she sped down the road for the cornerstore hoping to make it there and back before the coffee got cold. A siren pulled her out of her thoughts as she saw a police car tailing behind her. She pulled over. Apaarently she had been speeding luckily the officer knew her and her habits and let her go with a warning. She made it to the conerstore and back without incident. Closing the door behind her she made her way into the kitchen. She saw the coffee cup on the table and realized something. She had got bread not milk....
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Please no stealing, that's not very nice now is it?
Please no stealing, that's not very nice now is it?
