EDWARD CULLEN BORN IN 1901 APPEARS TWENTY FOUR MIND READER OLYMPIC COVEN take me to church i'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies i'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife offer me that deathless death fell in love with
THE LAMB
unbeknownst to spencer, his thoughts are as often as loud and boisterous as his voice. currently, the seattle mariners are getting their asses handed to them. the game being on is really the only reason he's been able to be contained within the drab business meeting his wife had to skip out on. now free from the owner of a more posh port angeles sporting goods store, it's only a matter of time before the hooting and hollering is ringing in the ears of all within the establishment, rather than just edward.
with the younger man's eyes on him, he feels the need to say something as he finishes cleaning off his plate. ❝ the mariner's... always a disappointment, eh? but what can ya do? i didn't even root for the angels when i lived in california. ❞
televised sports were never something edward actively followed. watching humans play on a tiny screen was dull & boring and to heightened senses each play was in slow-mo. but he understood the inherent appeal, sports' most powerful context: the pinnacle of normalcy, the perfect tool for blending in. so caught in the act of staring a beat too long, edward plucked a thought from another bar attendee, a disgruntled one looking away from the television like it had personally offended him.
" pitcher's coasting, " he replied, like a parrot echoing an owner's words. words a bit too mechanical, as if you could tell he really didn't mean it. " too relaxed after being the newest trade. "
great. full of children again. the thought slid through charlie’s mind as he made his way toward the bar at tip and sip. the din of laughter and clinking glasses pressed around him, sharp against the quiet he sought. a prickle on the back of his neck told him he was being watched. he turned, meeting a pair of curious eyes.
“everything all right there?” he asked, one brow lifting, a stern calm settling over his face.
if only charlie knew who the real oldest person in the room was. it's funny, and edward's always had a bad habit of showing amusement at thoughts only he could hear. it's a bright twinkle in his golden eyes, a slight upturn of the lips. but, it's a bad habit for a reason. especially now. in front of charlie swan. edward abuptly shook his head. " no, sir, " he hastened to reply. it felt incomplete, like he should straighten up and salute his girlfriend's father for fear of offending him otherwise. " everything's good here. " falling back to pleasantries was the safest bet. " hope it's all good at the station. "
❝ ⸻ they'll be here when they get here , ed . ❞ alice didn't need to read minds when it came to knowing what he was thinking and feeling . besides , alice was bein extra careful in her thoughts around him . if he knew the other person she was waiting for ... it won't be pretty . so all she thought about was waiting for one of the covens ... the amazon coven especially . ❝ come sit in front of me ... unless you have a date . no need to be secretive ❞ alice spoke under her breath , still if it made him feel more at ease .
alice hardly seemed bothered, though she rarely ever did. still, it managed to make him feel like he was overreacting. he sunk a little in his chair, the stubborn half of him wanting to stay put just to make a point. " it's not secretive, it's cautious, " he muttered. nevertheless, he moved to sit across from alice in her booth, feeling like a scolded child all the while.
the secondhand buzz of rowdy throughts from tipsy humans scattered throughout the bar mixed with his paranoia and the surprising direction of alice's thoughts. the amazon coven ? his brow furrowed. " i thought we were waiting for someone else? " confusion prompted a closer look into her mind, but edward recieved nothing but vivid images of the amazon coven.
fellow lie detector, though the methods were different. maggie could directly sense the lie. edward waded through thoughts, picking out discrepancies. it was a useful trick, espcially now when the truth was more powerful than ever. " if i could just get my hands on one of the newborns, " he mused aloud. edward had not crossed paths with many newborns, but when he had, their thoughts were a CHAOTIC mess akin to spattered blood across a room. it was the intensity of new thirst, a type of one track mindedness clouded in crimson red. he'd never be able to get the truth out of them. maggie could. " we'd be able to find out who's changing them. "
" nice of you to join me in my neck of the woods, " edward grinned. it's more literal than ever. he crossed his arms, leaning back against a mossy tree. forks' fall roared in the background. " usually i'm the one running to you in alaska." it's meant to be teasing, but it comes out in a bit of a grumble. cowardly retreating to the denali coven was not a fact he was proud of, especially when the reason had been a girl of all things.
the new faces in town had edward on edge — some were friendly, yes, but some were unpredictable, and a few were downright UNWANTED. the familiar face in the crowd is a lightning shock to the system, tightening his posture like he's preparing for battle. alexandru, someone he hadn't seen in decades. someone he would prefer to never see again. but, alexandru wasn't the type of person you could just ignore — who knew what the IMMORAL vampire could get up to if edward didn't intervene.
" what brings you to this part of the pacific? " edward asked in lieu of a traditional greeting as he approached the man. it was an attempt at casual, but edward's words were always sharp.
other's thoughts were a constant underlying buzz. it was only through practiced self-control that he managed to quiet the background noise. some thoughts, however, were still TOO LOUD to silence:
[ insert your character's thought here ]
unbidden, edward's eyes flickered to the source of the words.
The future always depends on what people do today ... it is why , it is always changing . Never linear . Alice was waiting for the past month . it was taking them so long but alice was a patient woman . After all , she only waited for JASPER for 28 YEARS ... & It was worth the wait . ❝ ⸻ feel free to sit . I've just been here a while . ❞ alice chirped up as she drank her ICE TEA , knowing that was quite the understatement considering she had specifically and personally reserve that table for the past month .
edward slid into a different booth behind alice, facing away from her. nevertheless, he still spoke to her, under his breath. " shouldn't they be here already ? " yes, of course, the future was fickle, but he was impatient. especially in the wake of the CARNAGE at forks' doorstep. a nomadic vampire was a prime target, the type of presence that could make or break them. it was simple, the cullens needed their cooperation, an alliance of sorts.
intro under the cut. please like if you want to plot!
QUICK STATS
name: edward cullen.
species: vampire.
ability: mind reader.
age: twenty four // 125 years.
allegiance: the olympic coven // bella.
occupation: college student.
gender: cis male.
pronouns: he / him.
THE POWER
this section goes first because it affects every aspect of edward's life. the thoughts of everyone around him is a constant pervasive buzzing. if it wasn't for years of persistently crafted control, he would've exploded by now.
it's hard to be a socialable person when there's a thousand thoughts rattling in your mind and none of them are yours. so he spent years isolating himself. he basically forgot how to socialize, how to be a 'person'. so if he's a bit too sharp with his words, if he's the first to excuse himself from a gathering, that may be why.
OOC NOTE: if you want to play with his mind-reading, feel free to include 'Loud Thoughts' in your posts or DM me snippets. he won't usually 'invade' on purpose, but if he's suspicious or cautious, he’s going to intentionally listen.
THE THREE WORDS
RESTRAINED & RIGHTEOUS
edward is a master class in self discipline. on one hand, it's because he has no other choice. on the other hand, it's because he so fiercely believes in carlisle and his vision that he could never break this moral code.
i liken it to a priest's belief in a higher being. this is mixed in with the traditional values of the era he grew up in. he's already convinced that, as a vampire, he has no soul and is condemned for damnation. being a vampire, in his eyes, is worse than death.
CLEVER
he's not just smart. sure, he has two doctorates from two different decades. could probably recite classic literature. and plays a myriad of different instruments. but he's strategic. he doesn't even truly need to read your mind to guess what you're thinking.
( ok technically this isn't always true, for example, when he tries to do this with bella, he guesses wrong half the time )
but he will use any knowledge he has to his advantage. he's the man with a plan. if there's danger approaching, he's already formulating the best way to get out of the mess.
PLOT IDEAS
for canon characters, obviously we can branch off the relationships in the book !! just dm me and we can brainstorm !!
vampires that LOVE being vampires. this is your character's chance to challenge edward's core philosphy that they're all destined to end up in hell omg.
in the late 1920s, edward had a rebellious phase, abandonding carlisle and feeding on "evil" humans. maybe your character crossed paths with him during this period of time. edward is deeply ashamed of this era, so it'd be interesting to see him have to confront it
because i think edward is just as awkward in romance as he is with the rest of his life, i think he's getting advice from other people on how to handle the 'bella situation'
he's so dramatic. canonically, he ran off to the denali coven a few times because he was freaking out over bella. so i'm going to expand that. throughout his 105 years, he's likely disappeared across the nation/world whenever he became too overwhlemed. if your character has been around awhile, they might have crossed paths with a very tense, very isolated edward in a random city decades ago.
he's currently a college student. he's doing something different this time around. persuing a music major. so other college kids?
people he's very suspicous of. and it's ON SIGHT -- either he's attacking them or reading their mind to figure out their intentions. i love drama
obviously it's war time, so alliances need to be made. these can be strong allies. tentative ones. ones you don't trust within an inch of your life.
people he's gotta negotiate with.
oh, we could do a run in with the newborn vamps thread?? you gotta fight together? if not fighting, maybe they're tracking them down. but in a competitive way. i feel like edward is very competitive, especially in an effort to prove he's faster, stronger, smarter
QUICK FACTS
he definitley thinks he's better than all the human blood drinkers out there. he's got beef with them all based on that fact alone
no matter how annoying everyone's thoughts can be, he still finds people amusing. tbh he's probably sitting by himself at lunch table and accidentally laughing under his breath at thoughts he hears
the volturi has him shaking in his boots, though he'd never show it. his mind is probably searching a thousand different ways to get out of the situation alive
um, he would die for bella. he would kill for bella. he would probably somehow find a way to come back as a ghost to haunt somebody if they did hurt bella. basically if you want to get to edward, you threaten bella
he's basically tense 99% of the day
at any given time, like 70% of his brain is dedicated to tuning out random thoughts. the rest of the 30% is trying to listen to the conversation at hand
he's a perfectionist. he doesn't just want to be "good", he wants to be the best version that can he be (though of course he's also burdened with enough self-loathing to think he will never be good enough). but if you're faster, smarter, or better at piano than him, he won't just be petty, he will be intensely focused on catching up
yes, he's petty. because i'm thinking of all his interactions with jacob black in the movies like come on "doesn't he own a shirt?" is just golden material
if it wasn't morally wrong, he would be eating a human snack right this second. that stuff is addicting. he can still remember the taste, and it haunts him
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