application ☤ sirenspull

[doctorfang]

Player Information

Name: Empress
Age: 18
AIM SN: empressofcool @ aim
email: empressofcool@hotmail.ca
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Character Information

General
Canon Source: The Twilight Saga
Canon Format: Novels
Character's Name: Carlisle Cullen
Character's Age: 363 (physically 23)
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Abilities
Character's Canon Abilities:

As an immortal - or vampire, if you will - in the Twilight universe, there are several traits that make Carlisle both similar and different to the vampires one reads about in myth. All of the senses possessed when human are incredibly heightened, as well as possessing impossibly fast speed, and an amazing amount of strength (it's never specified how fast they can move or how much they can actually lift, but the fact that they can hold back cars with their barehands indicates that they are capable of quite a bit. The strength honestly depends on the size of the vampire, too [ex. Emmett]). His skin is impenetrable (granite or rock-like to humans), and ice-cold to human touch. To a point, they sound like your average comic book superhero, right? And yes, their skin sparkles when they encounter sunlight, rather than having them turn to dust. They have very sharp hearing, and a strong sense of smell, all useful when it comes to hunting their prey.

A vampire's teeth can be considered their most valuable weapon. Their canine's are not slick and pointy as viewed in mythology - rather, all of their teeth are razor-sharp (all the while looking normal), and coated in venom. Their teeth can cut through just about anything, even a fellow vampires skin. And if you ever feel like going all Buffy on one of these vamps, the only way to destroy them is by tearing them apart and burning the remains. Simply ripping them limb from limb would no suffice, as they do have the capability of being put back together.

Carlisle also has one skill that not many vampires possess. He is one of the few fully capable of biting a victim so that they can transform, refraining from drinking their blood for his own nourishment. This can easily stem from his remarkable ability to resist the temptation of human blood. This is something that took him centuries of agonizing practice in order to take part in the profession he loves. As of now, he hardly even notices the scent.

There is a theory that Carlisle himself has come up with over the years, that vampires have the capability of bringing a very powerful trait from their human lives into their immortal ones. Enhanced traits, made all the more powerful due to the lives they live. For Carlisle, who had always been a rather gentle soul, he brought forth his compassion.

❝ Carlisle, because he’s been around for so long, is very well educated. What I love about him is that he has a real love for humanity. [...] For me, Carlisle doesn’t want to be a vampire, so he’s just really holding onto that humanity. ❞
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History/Personality/Plans/etc.
Character History:

Born sometime in the 1640s, Carlisle was the only son of an Anglican pastor. His mother died giving birth to him. He was raised solely by his father, in a London, England swept up in a time of political and religious revolution. The pastor was an intolerant man, stern, and passionate about what he preached. Gentle, and not quick to accuse, his young son was something of a disappointment.

Carlisle's father had taken it upon himself to lead the good people on London on a quest to purge their city of evil. He led the hunts for all things that would go bump in the night - witches, werewolves, demons, and vampires. His lust for the hunt blinded him, however (as it did most people those days), and more often than not, innocent people were destroyed.

Time eventually caught up to the pastor, and when the proud man realized he could no longer perform one of his tasks to the best of his ability, he retired from the hunt for evil, placing his obedient son in-charge of the raids instead. At first, Carlisle was considered a disappointment, as he was not one to proclaim every drunk was possessed, or that anyone with a disfigurement was a witch. It was not until he came across a true coven of vampires in the sewers did he show promise in his fathers eyes. One night, Carlisle led the mob to the outside of the sewers himself, where they waited for one of the monsters he'd witnessed to appear. Eventually, one emerged, possibly drawn out by the scent of many humans outside of their home. Not much could be said about the creature, other than the fact that it must have been ancient, and terribly weak with hunger. Rather than attack, the vampire fled, with the mob - and young Carlisle in the lead - in quick pursuit. However, it appeared as though the vampire was to have a change of heart, for it soon turned and fell upon the first person it could - Carlisle. The vampire could not finish it's work, distracted by the sudden appearance of three of Carlisle's companions. It's attention drawn to them, killing two and taking off with the third, the pastor's son left bleeding from his neck in the street.

Carlisle knew what he would have to do, simply in order to save whatever was left of his own life. Once his father or one of his followers discovered what had occurred, the bodies were to be burned. Anyone near the scene would be dealt with. With the strength he had left, Carlisle dragged himself away from the scene, hiding amongst rotten-potatoes as he waited for inevitable death.

For three days he remained in unbearable pain, but he knew not to scream, as that would give him away to the others outside. But death never came. Rather, if anything, he felt stronger. When he finally re-awoke, Carlisle discovered just what he had become.

Vampire.

For the pastor's son, this was a horrifying revulsion. He attempted to destroy himself by any means necessary, all the while avoiding the human populace. So desperate was he to rid himself of this life, did he not even bother to acknowledge the most basic need for any vampire - he did not sate his thirst. One day, weak with hunger, he found himself crossing paths with a herd of deer, and without thinking, he attacked, draining the animals completely. Following this, Carlisle noticed something peculiar in the fact that his waning strength had returned, and the fierce fire in his throat was soothed. With this came the revelation that Carlisle did not have to live his existence utterly damned. He did not have to kill man to survive, but animal, as he had throughout his human life.

With time and effort, Carlisle managed to integrate himself back into society. He would study by night, plan and travel by day. The world was there for him, open for travel and promise in new, exciting experiences. He traveled through Europe, studying at many Universities, while also encountering others of his own kind as well. As his own creator could not inform him of the vampire world, these others - these nomads - took the task upon themselves. There was the awareness that while many of them saw young Carlisle as a decent person, he was also questionably insane given his form of diet. Eventually, a calling - and source of redemption - was found for him in the study of medicine.

While the period is never specified, Carlisle did spend a few decades in the company of the Volturi, the largest and most civilized coven of vampires in existence. While thrilled to be in the company of such great, intellectual companions, their constant attempts to sway him from his diet and go the more traditional approach was indeed troubling. Eventually, Carlisle left them to head for the New World, but managed to keep a decent form of friendship with Aro, the leader.

For decades, Carlisle traveled, occasionally taking up residences in small towns and big cities alike, offering his services as doctor wherever he would be needed. In 1911, he resided in Columbus, Ohio, serving at the local hospital. One night, as the regular doctor was out of town, Dr. Cullen tended to a young woman with a broken leg by the name of Esme Platt. Quiet, thoughtful, and vivacious, Esme left her mark. The two spent some time talking as he went about fixing up her leg, but other than that, could not delve any further into things. Carlisle knew he had to leave town before she returned, though this time, he was simply not running from a lie about his age. Had he encountered young Miss Platt again, Carlisle was unsure as to where his actions would lead him.

His travels continued, eventually leading him to Chicago in 1918. The outbreak of the Spanish Influenza took the city by storm, and Carlisle offered every service he could. It was especially agonizing for him to return to his apartment and pretend sleep as so many wasted away. He stayed at his station for as long as he could without arousing suspicion, tending to the family who had been placed in his care, the Masen's - Edward Senior, Elizabeth, and their seventeen year old son, Edward. While Edward Senior never survived past the first wave, Elizabeth and the boy persevered as best as they could. In fact, Elizabeth was so desperate to see her son get better, she worried and looked after him obsessively, putting herself at an even greater risk. Finally, bedridden and incapable of getting up, she begged for Carlisle to do everything in his power to keep her son alive. Carlisle found himself hesitant, but ultimately, not unwilling. He was lonely, often wishing for a companion by his side, but repulsed by the very idea of cursing another human being with this life. Carlisle knew that Edward would soon be just as alone as he was, and it was with that in mind that he bit the young man, transforming him into what he was. And just like that, Carlisle had the companion he longed so desperately for, while Edward had a father-figure in his sire. The two traveled together, under the guise that Edward was the younger brother of Carlisle's late wife.

In 1921, the pair settled down in Ashland, Wisconsin, giving Edward the chance to continue his education as Carlisle worked at a local hospital. During a late shift one night, Carlisle ventured down into the morgue, his acute hearing having picked up the faint sounds of what could only be a heartbeat. A woman had been left there, found at the base of a cliff following a failed suicide attempt - those who brought her in either believed her to be dead, or simply saved themselves a trip down later. Carlisle was stunned to realize that the woman was none other than Esme Platt, the young girl whose broken leg he had treated in Columbus all those years ago. Why - or perhaps the better term would be what- could have driven such a remarkable person to commit such an act? Acting quickly, Carlisle rushed Esme's broken body to his home. He could not allow her to die, for then the world would become a far more tragic place. As he had done with Edward, Carlisle acted swiftly, biting Esme so that she would transform. As soon as she awoke, he explained to her what he had done, and what she had become. Naturally, it was staggering to learn that Esme was not at all bitter towards what he had done. Rather, she was elated to be reunited with him, as she too had been deeply affected by their first meeting. During much of her newborn period, Carlisle struggled, confusing the many lines he had set up with Esme. Was she to always been a patient, a companion, nomad, lover, wife? These thoughts humbled and terrified him. The two of them were eventually led to admitting their love for one another, forged by respect and a deep, intellectual bond. They were married within the end of Esme's first newborn year.

All bliss is to eventually come to a crashing halt. By the late 1920s, Edward went through a period of what can only be considered teenage-rebellion. He declared himself fed up with denying his true-nature, annoyed with Carlisle for curbing his diet, and went off on his own. This affected both Carlisle and Esme deeply, though they did not attempt to plead with Edward to return - they could only hope that he eventually would. Edward did indeed find his way back to them, with a bright-red gaze that accompanied the consumption of human blood. But to Carlisle, that did not matter. His son had returned, and that's what mattered.

Following his wife, Carlisle had never expected his family to get any bigger. But in 1933, as they stayed in Rochester, New York, Carlisle came across a terribly horrifying sight. He'd been walking home from work one night, when the scent of blood nearby wafted towards him. Interest piqued, he followed his nose, leading him to a bruised and battered young woman bleeding to death in the street. Through her injuries, he recognized the face of young socialite, Rosalie Hale. Unable to bear such a waste, Carlisle turned her. There was more than one intention behind this, however. Carlisle hoped solely to himself that Rosalie could become to Edward what Esme was to him. It was not the case, as there were moments the two young people could hardly stand to be in the same room together. Rosalie was different from Edward and Esme; she did not willingly accept her new life with open-arms, nor did she question or brood. Rosalie was furious and bitter, by her new life and what had occurred in the final moments of her old one. She held anger at the men who had destroyed her, and in her eyes, Carlisle was one of them. This was something he did not accept or deny, only hope that Rosalie would find happiness eventually.

Happiness came for Rosalie in the form of Emmett McCarty, a young man she rescued from being mauled by a bear in 1935. She brought him to Carlisle, begging that the doctor save him by turning him into what they were. Carlisle complied, quiet and calm, while privately stunned. These were the first words Rosalie had said to him since her change. Grateful and exuberant, Emmett took to his new life as he had with his old, at ease with himself and those around him. To Carlisle's intense happiness, he and Rosalie fell in love and eventually married.

Sometime in the 1940s, the coven settled in Forks, Washington, but their stay was to be short-lived compared to most. They encountered a group of shape-shifters (werewolves to some) who belonged to the Quileute tribe. Going back generations, this particular group was sworn to protect humanity against vampires. Luckily, Carlisle and the leader of the tribe, Ephraim Black, forged a treaty; so long as none of the Cullens harmed a human in any way, shape, or form, the family would be left in peace.

By the 1950s, the Cullen family would grow a tad bit more with the additions of two remarkable creatures who were not created, and simply joined. Alice and Jasper. Unexpected, but certainly not unwanted, or unloved. Without them, the family would simply not feel complete. Carlisle knew what it would mean to have a seer in his family. He was not a collector of gifts, nor did he search out those with the potential, but Alice and Jasper were indeed two extraordinary additions.

The addition of Alice and Jasper meant a greater stretch in the cover-stories the family were to produce if they were to remain convincing enough to stick in a town for a decent amount of time. More often than not, Carlisle and Esme would take on the role of father and mother, with Edward, Rosalie, Emmett, Alice, and Jasper as their children (adoptive, of course, their youth keeping them from ever claiming one of them as biologically theirs). However, even vampires have a flare for the theatrical, and can find themselves bored with repetition. When these moments came up, Carlisle and Rosalie would find themselves playing the part of brother and sister, and so on and so forth. Everytime, though, they would always eventually fall back into the slightly less noticeable familial unit. This was fine with Carlisle. He had always wanted to be a father.

Jump to 2006 (2008). The Cullens had once again settled in Forks, Washington. Their treaty with the Quileute's still stood, though the family believed that the werewolf line has in fact died out. Carlisle found work at Forks Hospital, granted the position as chief of surgery.

LINKS:
Twilight | New Moon | Eclipse
| The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner | Breaking Dawn
Point in Canon: Eclipse, shortly after the first training session between the Cullens and the Quileute pack.
Conditional: Brief summary of previous RP history: n/a

Character Personality:

One thing that can be said about the vampires of the Twilight Saga is this: they are certainly not your typical blood-suckers. And yet, there are those who are even more different, anomalies to the others of their kind. Carlisle Cullen is one of these strange factors. Raised in a deeply religious household, it is unsurprising that Carlisle took much of it into his second life. He was the only son of an Anglican pastor, who had been just as fervent with his preaching as he had been with the hunts he led against witches, demons, werewolves, and yes, vampires. The England Carlisle was born in was swept up in a great political and mystical upheaval. If there is one thing that can place Carlisle in any set of history books, it is his everlasting patience. He has morals, he has heart. He does not judge.

❝ Dr. Cullen is a thoughtful, peaceful man who just happens to be a vampire - and was trying very hard to hold on to his humanity. ❞

Putting it in simplest of terms, we're talking about a vampire with a conscience. Someone who places the cares of others far ahead of caring for himself. This is proven in his taking on his father's task of hunting evil, even though he may have questioned it, his intense love for his family, who he will do anything for, and the career path he has chosen.

That's right. A vampire with a conscience who is also a doctor.

Sincerity is a permanent fit to Carlisle. He wears it easily, hiding little from his family, believing in them with every step that they take. He does not force - manipulate - them into following the lifestyle he began, simply desiring for every one of them to be happy and content with the eternity they have been granted. To many other coven leaders, this could be deemed as 'weak' and 'insane' on Carlisle's part - he has under his power several very strong, very capable vampires, many of them with gifts. The possibilities are endless. And yet Carlisle allows them to live their lives, doing what they please. Carlisle is very family-oriented, caring deeply for every member of his coven, as they all gave him something he had lacked in for much of his life. As any father would, he does what he can to help steer them along in the right direction, but ultimately knows that they must take their own path. It still amazes and humbles him that they would all so willingly follow his lifestyle.

Carlisle is someone who staunchly believes that vampires can be better than the monsters they have colored themselves as. They are capable of just as much as humans are, with a little bit extra on the side. And yet Carlisle finds comfort in keeping a hold on his humanity. Preferring to take things at a relative human-pace - even in the privacy of his own home - while the rest of his family relishes in their advanced speed. There are very little things that can truly cause Carlisle to lose his temper and tap into the more animalistic side that comes with vampire nature. Even in the thick of battle, or in the middle of a hunt, he remains in complete control of himself. Controlled, reserved, and quiet. Things that took him decades of practice to master, and such things were no easy feet. But his career in medicine is what Carlisle loves, and he would endure, proud and beyond ecstatic that he can use his skills to help people. There are even moments when his heightened sense can come in handy out on the field - sharp eyes, sharp nose, sharp hearing. Saving lives in every humanely way he possibly can, as the vampire way is still something of a nerve-wracking subject.

For nearly 300 years, Carlisle spent much of his immortal life on his own. In the beginning, it was to protect the innocent human populace from what he was. A self-imposed exile, if you will. He remained hidden, not only for their safety, but for his own as well. The hunts for evil beings in his time were relentless. He became depressed and half-crazed because of the life that was accidentally thrust upon him, doing anything and everything he could in the attempt to destroy himself. But, like the demon his father would so often preach about, his body simply refused to perish, though his spirit had felt weary. It was not until crossing paths with a herd of deer - and subsequently attacking them, draining every last one of their blood (hey, he was thirsty) -, did Carlisle realize he had a chance to be less of a monster, because he did not have to feed off of man. Because of the religion that was so fervently preached around him as a boy, it's unsurprising that Carlisle took much of his faith with him into his second life. There is still that part of him that believes he may just have a shot at heaven due to the good that he has managed to accomplish, even though he has pointed out that he is forever damned, regardless of what he does and what brings him happiness.

He never wanted to play the part of God. The very idea of creating a companion for himself repulsed him to the very core. But Carlisle yearned for companionship. Loneliness is a terrible thing. Much of the time, he found ways to keep himself distracted, through learning and studying, and adapting to the ever-changing ways of human society. But he always yearned for closeness, partnership. A companion. Friend. Family. Such a foreign word, only ever observed from the outside in - his own relationship with his father while human had never been particularly decent, and familial bonds are unheard of between vampires (unless mated, of course, but even those could at times be precarious). The others of his kind that he had met, while friendly and accommodating, saw him as a bizarre, lost, and amusing young creature. It was not until the pleading words of one Elizabeth Masen did Carlisle finally come to a decision. It was Elizabeth who managed to change his mind. And that was how Edward came into the picture. Carlisle could not bear to picture the young man as alone as he had been. A strong bond was formed between the pair, as Carlisle thinks incredibly highly of Edward, just so proud of everything his first 'born' has done with his existence.

Naturally bright and curious, there are only so many things one can study and read through throughout their immortality. But he does his best to take every new thing with an open mind, and more often than not, finds them delightfully fascinating. He especially enjoys keeping up with the human perception on vampires, because hey, there's nothing wrong with having more than one hobby.

Conditional: Personality development in previous game: n/a
Character Plans: Carlisle will do what he can for any and all those who will accept his help as a doctor, while at the same time taking an avid interest in the Sanguinarian Society. Of course he'll help out his kids whenever they ask him, but he knows when they need and want their space.

Appearance/PB: Peter Facinelli

Writing Samples

First Person Sample

[The feed comes to life, and before you notice the expression, you probably note the face. It's bone-pale, with dark, bruise-like shadows set beneath golden eyes. A lock of golden hair brushes against his forehead, and he pauses, as though unsure where to begin.

That expression clears, once again replaced with the sincerity and friendliness that he opened up with.]

Hello. My name is is Dr. Cullen. [The greeting comes out quietly and softly, but with the right amount of reassurance and calm. You'll note that the face is young - way too young to accompany the title of doctor, let's be honest. But this is clearly someone who knows what he doing - when it comes to greeting people, at least. With everything else, he continues to be politely curious, and quietly baffled.]

From what I am led to believe, do I assume correctly when I say that vampires are not much of an... issue here? [He seems to hold his breath at this, curiosity blooming and anxiousness waiting, carefully in check.] Any information you have about this will be appreciated, and treated very carefully, I assure you. [He smiles again at this, grooves of dimples forming in his cheeks. Utterly charming.

And really, he is a doctor. A vampire doctor. Take with that what you will.]

Third Person Sample


It is a curious thing, finding oneself in unfamiliar territory. Of course, that is not to say this is something that occurs to Carlisle often (at all, really), but he has always been one who can accept the curiousness behind any situation. The physical pain in itself is the most alarming occurrence, as it is a feeling that virtually remains unknown to his kind. At any other time, Carlisle would very easily have many, many questions, but he is well-aware that that is not a luxury currently available to him.

Carlisle pushes himself to his feet, simply to ease some of the disorientation of laying on the ground, being assaulted by the sudden overwhelming scents of grass and dirt. But he refuses to move quickly, as others of his kind might - truly, moving at a human pace makes things oddly comforting. He brushes away any traces of dirt that may cling to his clothing, almost self-consciously averting his gaze from the crater he no doubt left behind. Pain continues to accompany, and that encourages some concern.

There are two sides to his worry. The other remains back home, with the preparations to face the newborn army. The very thought of his family facing that terrifying, unfortunate disaster without him... A shudder passes through Carlisle’s frame at the thought of Esme, alone, and... well, certainly not defenseless. Jasper had made well-aware of that. That and basic instinct - he attempts to relax with these thoughts, replace the troubles from his face before he turns to speak with the person approaching him. No need for others to become pressed with worries meant solely for himself.