Post by Chris Tiergan on Jun 28, 2009 11:31:05 GMT -5
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Basics
Xx.. Full Name ..xX
: Christopher Ronan Tiergan :
Xx.. Nick Name ..xX
: Chris :
Xx.. Age ..xX
: Chris was born in 1979, so his biological age should be around thirty seven. Because he was bitten in 2006, he is now trapped in a twenty seven year old’s body :
Xx.. Canon or Original ..xX
: Original :
Xx.. Species ..xX
: Vegetarian Vampire :
Xx.. Orientation ..xX
: Straight :
Xx.. Special Abilities ..xX
: Tracking :
Appearance
Xx.. Height ..xX
: 5’9” :
Xx.. Build ..xX
: Muscular :
Xx.. Hair Colour and Length ..xX
: Chris’s hair is brunette colored and has grown around his shoulders. He prefers to keep his hair down, only wearing it in a pony tail on more ‘special’ occasions. Because he doesn’t always brush his hair, it has a tenancy to curl :
Xx.. Eye Colour ..xX
: His eyes are a tawny-golden color, thanks to the ‘vegetarian’ life he now leads :
Xx.. Distinguishing Features ..xX
: Some of Chris’ more distinguishing features is his cheeky grin, that shows off his rather erratic, sprightly and puerile behavior.
He loves having long hair, feeling it suits his personality allot better.
He is not as pale as most other vampires, though the reason is not known why :
Xx.. Distinguishing Marks ..xX
: Chris has an anchor tattoo on his right forearm, as well as a tattoo of a couple of characters from the book ‘where the wild things are’ on his right bicep.
His most distinguishable marks are several crescent-shaped scars on the back of his neck and back. Which is another reason he prefers to keep his hair long, so he doesn’t draw attention to the scarification.
On his left wrist is a tattoo of a ‘smiley faced watch’. He has done all of his own tattoos :
Xx.. Clothing Style ..xX
: Chris’ choice in clothing is casual, nonchalant and very ‘skater’. His wardrobe usually varies from old jeans, loose shirts, and skate shoes, to jackets, and torn jeans - he really doesn’t worry too much about how he looks in the morning (much to the annoyance of Dale) :
Personality
Xx.. Attitude ..xX
: Chris Ronan Tiergan tends to be rash, however, and his pride often leads to embarrassment. Despite his obvious cleverness, Chris sometimes appears foolish. Allot of people find some of Chris’s qualities somewhat perplexing.
Chris has always been a bit of a drifter, and a bit of an irresponsible scoundrel. He has also made allot of brash and stupid decisions in life which lead him to where he is now. He’s portrayed as a funny young man, cheeky, very warm and compassionate, and also quite tough, not in an unpleasant way, but... gutsy.
He is vain, despite being described as “generic-looking” and often makes outrageous claims which he has trouble backing up.
Chris often talks as if he is superior to Dale even though Dale has often come up with some good ideas which Chris usually dismisses, only to use later when convinced by Dale. Because Dale usually gets everyone and everything that he wants and gets a lot of luck, Chris gets very jealous and annoyed with his own bad luck and is often aggressive to Dale. Chris also believes he is cool, dashing and an intellectual; much to everyone else’s disagreement.
He is almost the same person he was before his transformation. Although he has been a vampire for many years, he is having a very hard time controlling his blood lust around humans. Even around Dale, at times. Though being around him does help.
Just like all vampires, Chris is incredibly powerful physically, and could very easily take on any older vampire with ease. He has allot of practice breaking up (and starting the occasional) bar fight, so he knows how to use muscle and ferocity.
The reason Chris decided to become a vegetarian vampire, was the challenge. He loves to challenge his limits, any way he can. He never did like feeding off other humans, remembering the time when he, himself was turned. Though if you asked him why he chose this new life, he’d still say it was purely because of the challenge. Since starting his new lifestyle, although Chris has had no slip-ups (allot of close calls though), he is having a very hard time adjusting. Which does make Jasper fairly happy - at least he isn’t the weakest link anymore :
Xx.. Strengths ..xX
: Physical Strength :
: Stealthy, when he wants to be :
: Good at diffusing tense situations :
Xx.. Weaknesses ..xX
: Human blood :
: Quiet places :
: Gets jelous easily :
Xx.. Likes ..xX
: Picking flowers :
: Skateboarding :
: Playing his guitar :
: Daydreaming :
: Music :
: Fruit n’ Nut chocolate :
: Rainbows:
Xx.. Dislikes ..xX
: Spinach :
: Brown nosers :
: Pea’s :
: Passenger seat drivers :
Family
Xx.. Parents ..xX
: Mother/Tracy Ronan/Deceased :
: Father/Robert Ronan/Age 45 :
Xx.. Parents Marital Status ..xX
: Widower :
Xx.. Siblings ..xX
: None :
Xx.. Relationship Status ..xX
: Single :
Xx.. Children ..xX
: None :
History
: Chris’s family descended from Vikings, hence his unkempt hair and charming personality. He grew up with his father, living at a beach house in Key West. It had a calm that he found he needed. For a long time he’d been working for his father at a small pub, breaking up pub fights and beating up drunkards that dared to disagree with him, but the thrill had been gone for years. Chris had tried to distract himself from the boredom with surfing and music and playing the guitar, but in the end nothing worked. All his life left him with was a pervasive sense that he’d died sometime when he wasn’t paying attention. After this emptiness persisted for longer than he cared to remember, he went to his father and resigned. Not that his father cared very much, because the guy was too busy kissing Santana’s ass to notice that his son was missing. Chris had never gone crazy spending money, so he still had a sizable chunk available to him when he decided to get the hell out of Dodge at the age of nineteen, in 1989.
Chris didn’t have a home, though he did have a car and good-sized amount of money. “Devil may car!” he said to himself, and he walked - walked away from his old life, in search for a new one all together. The sun was shining, the wind was perfect, it was time to raise the sails and move on.
Chris simply wondered around for a long time. He’d go from job to job, living out of his car; an old ‘one bedroom, city views’ VW Kombi with a crow-bar “security system” in the back. Chris was never a religious person, but figured that allot of thieves were, so he kept rosary beads tied to the rear-view mirror. He explains that he put them there, so perhaps thieves would not want to steal from his car - It didn’t always work. He never had many possessions either, keeping only a rucksack of clothes, and a pillow, and a blanket in the back of the car. Sitting in the front of the car, locked safely inside a case, is his prized steel guitar.
It was in 1987, when Chris was twenty seven years old that he was bitten. Chris had been living in Seattle, working in a small tattoo parlor as a full time tattoo artist.
He remembers that it had been a very slow day, the day he’d met Victoria. How could he have missed her? She had walked into the parlor, admiring the art on the walls. As he hung back behind the counter, he stood, admiring the way her long flaming hair swirled around her shoulders; a very strong contrast against her ivory pale skin. Her eyes had been scarlet, dark and voracious-looking, her lips a full dawn-tinted shade.
When she spoke to him, her voice was high-pitched, and seemed too child-like contrasted with her fiercely beautiful appearance.
There was no denying that this was a beautiful woman. Fascinating. The way her flaming hair fell against her face, the sharp look in her dark eyes - questioning, the way the material of her clothing clung to her body – and that was where he should stop himself. Chris knew his place, but that didn’t stop him from satisfying himself with the image of her...and her smell. But there was something unsettling about her too...he couldn’t place it. She was too beautiful? If that was really a possibility.
She asked if he’d like to go on a date with her - that night. How could he say no? Of course he agreed.
At around 10pm, the two of them took a stroll down at a park. She held his hand as they walked, and he shivered at the touch. Though it wasn’t so much the iciness of her hands, it was the electricity of the touch itself.
She asked him about his past; where he was from, family, friends, aspirations... but she seldom said much of herself. Instead, she told him to lay on the grass with her, and slid close towards his ear, as if she were going to whisper something to him.
“I want you to relax.” Her high-pitched belle chime of a voice hang in his ear. He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath before he felt a sudden, excruciating pain explode from his oesophagus and pour through his veins; His ears where then met with his own agonizing scream, and Chris felt an iron grip against one of his arms, trying to hold him still. He felt as if his brain had been replaced with a bundle of glass, his throat ached, his muscles were burning and he arched his back, trying to relieve the feeling of white, burning pain that lanced across through his body and clenched his heart. Chris gasped explosively, surprised and inexplicably furious.
It took three days for the transformation to end, and when he woke up, Chris was lying in a strangely bed, in a strange room, and he had no idea where he was. The woman, Victoria, was still laying beside him.
She explained what she had done to him, and he was FURIOUS! He went to storm out but she went after him. Explaining that now, he needed her. She told him that he was the last vampire to be recruited into her army, and without her, he would be killed by the other vampires. She told him that she admired him for his strength, and as long as he promised to help her bring down the Cullen’s, she would keep him alive.
Weeks later, while in training, one of the other newborns suddenly attacked Chris. They fought voraciously. The other vampire first jumped onto Chris’ back, biting into the hind of Chris’ neck, and back, trying to bring him down like prey. Chris managed to rend himself out of the vice grip, spinning on the other vampire and lunging for his jugular. It took three seconds for the other vampires head to come off completely, and another ten minutes before Chris calmed down enough through the blood-lust to realize what he had done.
He had never killed anything before.
Chris was taken to Victoria, and the pieces of the newborn were burnt. She told him that despite what he’d done, she would not harm him. Chris had been allowed to live, because of the skills he displayed.
There was a strong part of Chris that never liked to hunt, but a more dominant part that told him he had to or he’d go stir crazy. Chris tried to ignore the blood lust as best he could, only feeding when he knew he absolutely had to.
In doing so, Chris believed that he’s become allot more tolerant with his blood lust, and is in more control than other vampires in that aspect.
On the day that the Seattle army was ordered to attack the Cullen’s, Chris managed to avoid the skirmish by
He never learnt of Victoria or Riley’s deaths. Though he’d known that the other recruits had been killed during the attack, he’d had his suspicions.
So Chris went back to Seattle, took his kombi, his guitar, and what was left of his money (Victoria had saved them from the street) and he left again.
Chris left Seattle, knowing that it would be unsafe to live there while he was still uncertain that no other vampires would come after him. He decided to go somewhere...less conspicuous.
Chris lived in London for a little while. It wasn’t the best living conditions; he was living off strays, and rat’s he’d find in alleys and such. He had made a promise to himself after leaving Seattle that he wouldn’t kill another human.
Two months ago, Chris had been dining on a rat behind a dumpster when a pale, dark haired boy was practically dragged into the alley by a couple of thugs in suits.
Chris didn’t want to let the little whelp get beaten up so he dropped his side-dish and went over to see what the noise was all about. He wound up breaking their arms, like a few toothpicks, leaving then unconscious in the alley. Chris approached the young man, who had been quivering like a leave beside one of the dumpsters, and the two of them had a very long talk.
The mans name turned out to be Dale. Dale told him of his situation, and Chris told of his own. He told Dale of how he was a vampire, and how he did not want to drink from humans. It was not the ideal life-style, but he knew it was better than the alternative. The two of them decided it’d be best if they both disappeared. With Dale out of the picture, the thugs wouldn’t need a reason to go after him, and then Chris would have a way of getting out of London.
The duo decided to move. Not only to one of the most wettest places on Earth apart from London, but somewhere Chris was at least a little familiar with.
They went to Forks.
Chris heard about the strange vampires who dined on animal blood, instead of human blood, and had decided to seek them out. He did not want to attack any humans anymore.
Chris learnt all about the half vampire-half human who lived in Forks as well, and grew an interest in the family’s dynamics, wishing to learn more about it all. Of course Dale was happy to go anywhere far away from those thugs, so they took Dales car, and he set sail again, travelling to Forks, seeking out the Cullen clan.
It is his hope that they’ll continue where he, himself left off, giving him a place to stay, and help him continue this vegetarian lifestyle :
House
Xx.. Name of House ..xX
The Cullen Residence
Xx.. Description ..xX
A remarkable glass mansion built in a hidden pocket in the forest of Forks that runs down the highway and further back down the mountains. It is immaculately cared for by the beautiful Esme. It is framed with full size windows, making the surrounding forest seem even more a part of the house. The huge kitchen is one part of the house that is hardly ever used, except for when it is used to cater for the extravagant parties Alice throws for Belle.
Further away, is the cullen clearing; it is the biggest clearing in the mountains by far, completely hidden by pine trees, it is the perfect place for a young family of vampires to reside, as well as place a nice game of baseball during the stormy weather.
Xx.. Occupants ..xX
Carlisle and Esme Cullen
Emmett and Alice Cullen
Jasper and Rosalie Hale
Dale McCall and Chris Tiergan
Xx.. Location ..xX
Forks
Xx.. Image ..xX
Other
Xx.. User Name ..xX
: Chris Tiergan :
Xx.. Other Characters ..xX
: Dale McCall :
Xx.. Celebrity Claim ..xX
: Chris Pontius :
Xx.. About You ..xX
: I ask silly questions :
Xx.. Anything Else we Need to Know ..xX
: Nada banana :
[/size]Basics
Xx.. Full Name ..xX
: Christopher Ronan Tiergan :
Xx.. Nick Name ..xX
: Chris :
Xx.. Age ..xX
: Chris was born in 1979, so his biological age should be around thirty seven. Because he was bitten in 2006, he is now trapped in a twenty seven year old’s body :
Xx.. Canon or Original ..xX
: Original :
Xx.. Species ..xX
: Vegetarian Vampire :
Xx.. Orientation ..xX
: Straight :
Xx.. Special Abilities ..xX
: Tracking :
Appearance
Xx.. Height ..xX
: 5’9” :
Xx.. Build ..xX
: Muscular :
Xx.. Hair Colour and Length ..xX
: Chris’s hair is brunette colored and has grown around his shoulders. He prefers to keep his hair down, only wearing it in a pony tail on more ‘special’ occasions. Because he doesn’t always brush his hair, it has a tenancy to curl :
Xx.. Eye Colour ..xX
: His eyes are a tawny-golden color, thanks to the ‘vegetarian’ life he now leads :
Xx.. Distinguishing Features ..xX
: Some of Chris’ more distinguishing features is his cheeky grin, that shows off his rather erratic, sprightly and puerile behavior.
He loves having long hair, feeling it suits his personality allot better.
He is not as pale as most other vampires, though the reason is not known why :
Xx.. Distinguishing Marks ..xX
: Chris has an anchor tattoo on his right forearm, as well as a tattoo of a couple of characters from the book ‘where the wild things are’ on his right bicep.
His most distinguishable marks are several crescent-shaped scars on the back of his neck and back. Which is another reason he prefers to keep his hair long, so he doesn’t draw attention to the scarification.
On his left wrist is a tattoo of a ‘smiley faced watch’. He has done all of his own tattoos :
Xx.. Clothing Style ..xX
: Chris’ choice in clothing is casual, nonchalant and very ‘skater’. His wardrobe usually varies from old jeans, loose shirts, and skate shoes, to jackets, and torn jeans - he really doesn’t worry too much about how he looks in the morning (much to the annoyance of Dale) :
Personality
Xx.. Attitude ..xX
: Chris Ronan Tiergan tends to be rash, however, and his pride often leads to embarrassment. Despite his obvious cleverness, Chris sometimes appears foolish. Allot of people find some of Chris’s qualities somewhat perplexing.
Chris has always been a bit of a drifter, and a bit of an irresponsible scoundrel. He has also made allot of brash and stupid decisions in life which lead him to where he is now. He’s portrayed as a funny young man, cheeky, very warm and compassionate, and also quite tough, not in an unpleasant way, but... gutsy.
He is vain, despite being described as “generic-looking” and often makes outrageous claims which he has trouble backing up.
Chris often talks as if he is superior to Dale even though Dale has often come up with some good ideas which Chris usually dismisses, only to use later when convinced by Dale. Because Dale usually gets everyone and everything that he wants and gets a lot of luck, Chris gets very jealous and annoyed with his own bad luck and is often aggressive to Dale. Chris also believes he is cool, dashing and an intellectual; much to everyone else’s disagreement.
He is almost the same person he was before his transformation. Although he has been a vampire for many years, he is having a very hard time controlling his blood lust around humans. Even around Dale, at times. Though being around him does help.
Just like all vampires, Chris is incredibly powerful physically, and could very easily take on any older vampire with ease. He has allot of practice breaking up (and starting the occasional) bar fight, so he knows how to use muscle and ferocity.
The reason Chris decided to become a vegetarian vampire, was the challenge. He loves to challenge his limits, any way he can. He never did like feeding off other humans, remembering the time when he, himself was turned. Though if you asked him why he chose this new life, he’d still say it was purely because of the challenge. Since starting his new lifestyle, although Chris has had no slip-ups (allot of close calls though), he is having a very hard time adjusting. Which does make Jasper fairly happy - at least he isn’t the weakest link anymore :
Xx.. Strengths ..xX
: Physical Strength :
: Stealthy, when he wants to be :
: Good at diffusing tense situations :
Xx.. Weaknesses ..xX
: Human blood :
: Quiet places :
: Gets jelous easily :
Xx.. Likes ..xX
: Picking flowers :
: Skateboarding :
: Playing his guitar :
: Daydreaming :
: Music :
: Fruit n’ Nut chocolate :
: Rainbows:
Xx.. Dislikes ..xX
: Spinach :
: Brown nosers :
: Pea’s :
: Passenger seat drivers :
Family
Xx.. Parents ..xX
: Mother/Tracy Ronan/Deceased :
: Father/Robert Ronan/Age 45 :
Xx.. Parents Marital Status ..xX
: Widower :
Xx.. Siblings ..xX
: None :
Xx.. Relationship Status ..xX
: Single :
Xx.. Children ..xX
: None :
History
: Chris’s family descended from Vikings, hence his unkempt hair and charming personality. He grew up with his father, living at a beach house in Key West. It had a calm that he found he needed. For a long time he’d been working for his father at a small pub, breaking up pub fights and beating up drunkards that dared to disagree with him, but the thrill had been gone for years. Chris had tried to distract himself from the boredom with surfing and music and playing the guitar, but in the end nothing worked. All his life left him with was a pervasive sense that he’d died sometime when he wasn’t paying attention. After this emptiness persisted for longer than he cared to remember, he went to his father and resigned. Not that his father cared very much, because the guy was too busy kissing Santana’s ass to notice that his son was missing. Chris had never gone crazy spending money, so he still had a sizable chunk available to him when he decided to get the hell out of Dodge at the age of nineteen, in 1989.
Chris didn’t have a home, though he did have a car and good-sized amount of money. “Devil may car!” he said to himself, and he walked - walked away from his old life, in search for a new one all together. The sun was shining, the wind was perfect, it was time to raise the sails and move on.
Chris simply wondered around for a long time. He’d go from job to job, living out of his car; an old ‘one bedroom, city views’ VW Kombi with a crow-bar “security system” in the back. Chris was never a religious person, but figured that allot of thieves were, so he kept rosary beads tied to the rear-view mirror. He explains that he put them there, so perhaps thieves would not want to steal from his car - It didn’t always work. He never had many possessions either, keeping only a rucksack of clothes, and a pillow, and a blanket in the back of the car. Sitting in the front of the car, locked safely inside a case, is his prized steel guitar.
It was in 1987, when Chris was twenty seven years old that he was bitten. Chris had been living in Seattle, working in a small tattoo parlor as a full time tattoo artist.
He remembers that it had been a very slow day, the day he’d met Victoria. How could he have missed her? She had walked into the parlor, admiring the art on the walls. As he hung back behind the counter, he stood, admiring the way her long flaming hair swirled around her shoulders; a very strong contrast against her ivory pale skin. Her eyes had been scarlet, dark and voracious-looking, her lips a full dawn-tinted shade.
When she spoke to him, her voice was high-pitched, and seemed too child-like contrasted with her fiercely beautiful appearance.
There was no denying that this was a beautiful woman. Fascinating. The way her flaming hair fell against her face, the sharp look in her dark eyes - questioning, the way the material of her clothing clung to her body – and that was where he should stop himself. Chris knew his place, but that didn’t stop him from satisfying himself with the image of her...and her smell. But there was something unsettling about her too...he couldn’t place it. She was too beautiful? If that was really a possibility.
She asked if he’d like to go on a date with her - that night. How could he say no? Of course he agreed.
At around 10pm, the two of them took a stroll down at a park. She held his hand as they walked, and he shivered at the touch. Though it wasn’t so much the iciness of her hands, it was the electricity of the touch itself.
She asked him about his past; where he was from, family, friends, aspirations... but she seldom said much of herself. Instead, she told him to lay on the grass with her, and slid close towards his ear, as if she were going to whisper something to him.
“I want you to relax.” Her high-pitched belle chime of a voice hang in his ear. He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath before he felt a sudden, excruciating pain explode from his oesophagus and pour through his veins; His ears where then met with his own agonizing scream, and Chris felt an iron grip against one of his arms, trying to hold him still. He felt as if his brain had been replaced with a bundle of glass, his throat ached, his muscles were burning and he arched his back, trying to relieve the feeling of white, burning pain that lanced across through his body and clenched his heart. Chris gasped explosively, surprised and inexplicably furious.
It took three days for the transformation to end, and when he woke up, Chris was lying in a strangely bed, in a strange room, and he had no idea where he was. The woman, Victoria, was still laying beside him.
She explained what she had done to him, and he was FURIOUS! He went to storm out but she went after him. Explaining that now, he needed her. She told him that he was the last vampire to be recruited into her army, and without her, he would be killed by the other vampires. She told him that she admired him for his strength, and as long as he promised to help her bring down the Cullen’s, she would keep him alive.
Weeks later, while in training, one of the other newborns suddenly attacked Chris. They fought voraciously. The other vampire first jumped onto Chris’ back, biting into the hind of Chris’ neck, and back, trying to bring him down like prey. Chris managed to rend himself out of the vice grip, spinning on the other vampire and lunging for his jugular. It took three seconds for the other vampires head to come off completely, and another ten minutes before Chris calmed down enough through the blood-lust to realize what he had done.
He had never killed anything before.
Chris was taken to Victoria, and the pieces of the newborn were burnt. She told him that despite what he’d done, she would not harm him. Chris had been allowed to live, because of the skills he displayed.
There was a strong part of Chris that never liked to hunt, but a more dominant part that told him he had to or he’d go stir crazy. Chris tried to ignore the blood lust as best he could, only feeding when he knew he absolutely had to.
In doing so, Chris believed that he’s become allot more tolerant with his blood lust, and is in more control than other vampires in that aspect.
On the day that the Seattle army was ordered to attack the Cullen’s, Chris managed to avoid the skirmish by
He never learnt of Victoria or Riley’s deaths. Though he’d known that the other recruits had been killed during the attack, he’d had his suspicions.
So Chris went back to Seattle, took his kombi, his guitar, and what was left of his money (Victoria had saved them from the street) and he left again.
Chris left Seattle, knowing that it would be unsafe to live there while he was still uncertain that no other vampires would come after him. He decided to go somewhere...less conspicuous.
Chris lived in London for a little while. It wasn’t the best living conditions; he was living off strays, and rat’s he’d find in alleys and such. He had made a promise to himself after leaving Seattle that he wouldn’t kill another human.
Two months ago, Chris had been dining on a rat behind a dumpster when a pale, dark haired boy was practically dragged into the alley by a couple of thugs in suits.
Chris didn’t want to let the little whelp get beaten up so he dropped his side-dish and went over to see what the noise was all about. He wound up breaking their arms, like a few toothpicks, leaving then unconscious in the alley. Chris approached the young man, who had been quivering like a leave beside one of the dumpsters, and the two of them had a very long talk.
The mans name turned out to be Dale. Dale told him of his situation, and Chris told of his own. He told Dale of how he was a vampire, and how he did not want to drink from humans. It was not the ideal life-style, but he knew it was better than the alternative. The two of them decided it’d be best if they both disappeared. With Dale out of the picture, the thugs wouldn’t need a reason to go after him, and then Chris would have a way of getting out of London.
The duo decided to move. Not only to one of the most wettest places on Earth apart from London, but somewhere Chris was at least a little familiar with.
They went to Forks.
Chris heard about the strange vampires who dined on animal blood, instead of human blood, and had decided to seek them out. He did not want to attack any humans anymore.
Chris learnt all about the half vampire-half human who lived in Forks as well, and grew an interest in the family’s dynamics, wishing to learn more about it all. Of course Dale was happy to go anywhere far away from those thugs, so they took Dales car, and he set sail again, travelling to Forks, seeking out the Cullen clan.
It is his hope that they’ll continue where he, himself left off, giving him a place to stay, and help him continue this vegetarian lifestyle :
House
Xx.. Name of House ..xX
The Cullen Residence
Xx.. Description ..xX
A remarkable glass mansion built in a hidden pocket in the forest of Forks that runs down the highway and further back down the mountains. It is immaculately cared for by the beautiful Esme. It is framed with full size windows, making the surrounding forest seem even more a part of the house. The huge kitchen is one part of the house that is hardly ever used, except for when it is used to cater for the extravagant parties Alice throws for Belle.
Further away, is the cullen clearing; it is the biggest clearing in the mountains by far, completely hidden by pine trees, it is the perfect place for a young family of vampires to reside, as well as place a nice game of baseball during the stormy weather.
Xx.. Occupants ..xX
Carlisle and Esme Cullen
Emmett and Alice Cullen
Jasper and Rosalie Hale
Dale McCall and Chris Tiergan
Xx.. Location ..xX
Forks
Xx.. Image ..xX
Other
Xx.. User Name ..xX
: Chris Tiergan :
Xx.. Other Characters ..xX
: Dale McCall :
Xx.. Celebrity Claim ..xX
: Chris Pontius :
Xx.. About You ..xX
: I ask silly questions :
Xx.. Anything Else we Need to Know ..xX
: Nada banana :
