My appilication for Rosalie Hale

[Rosalie Hale]

Full Name: Rosalie Lillian Hale

Nick Names: Rose; Rosey

Status: Vampire

Date of Birth: 1915

Originally from: Rochester, New York

Family members: Edward Cullen, Bella Cullen, Nessie Cullen, Jasper Hale, Esme Cullen, Alice Cullen, and Carlisle Cullen. Emmett is my husband.

Hair color: Golden

Eye color: Gold/Black

Height:5'6

Physical
Personality:Statuesque, model-like, wavy hair to the middle of my back

Occupation: Currently "in college"

Hobbies: Tinkering with cars, playing baseball with my family, hunting

Car:BMW M3 convertible – red

Personal history: I was brought into the Cullen family as a companion for Edward in 1933. However, us two never responded to each other as anything other than a brother and sister. In 1935, I found Emmett being attacked by a bear and brought him to Carlisle to be saved. I had married Emmett publicly several times, as I am all about show and being fussed over. My true defining personal trait is her beauty. Like Emmett’s strength– we're both more intensely physical than intellectual, which makes us a perfect match.

It is I who tells Edward that Bella is dead, and sets him off on a mission to kill himself. I later apologize. I am also the only one of the Cullens who does not vote in favor of Bella becoming a vampire saying that it isn’t a choice I would have made for myself.

~~If vampire~~
Date of change to vampire: 1933 – she was 18
Changed by: Carlisle Cullen

~~If werewolf~~
Date of change to werewolf:
Werewolf family members

[Bella Cullen]

Hun, you forgot the Rp sample and you put it in the wrong place. Just post a sample rp and i will move it

[Rosalie Hale]

Oh my gosh!! I'm so sorry!!

RP Sample:
I stood in front of the mirror, turning this way and that, reassessing what I already knew.

I was breathtaking.

I had been told it from the day I was born. Rewarded for simple luck of the draw, I was pampered and petted by my parents, envied by girls, and lusted after by men. I knew my beauty made me special.

The door to our room opened, and Emmett froze on the threshold. My eyes flashed up to meet his in the mirror, and I saw my own expression morph involuntarily from smug to insecure and pleading. Then he was across the room in the blink of an eye, his arms wrapped around my waist, lips at my throat.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered; I could feel his breath coming quicker than usual against my skin. I sighed, and let my head fall back onto his broad shoulder.

Emmett was exactly what I needed.

Emmett understood. He knew that to have a “physical gift”, as Carlisle called it, I needed to compare myself to others. I needed to be judged, and to be selected as number one. Emmett knew; his own gift had fostered in him a passion for anything physically demanding that could test his power. Like strength, beauty was relative, meaningless unless compared. I needed eyes to follow me everywhere I moved; I needed gasps of desire and envy that accompanied my entrance. I needed Emmett, who would tell me from now until eternity that I was beautiful.

Without Emmett—I shuddered at the thought—my vampiric existence would truly be cursed. It had been, before him. I had no one to love me, no one to choose me over everyone else in the world.

Instead, I had faced indifference.

Edward’s indifference.

That one still smarted, making me extraordinarily glad that Emmett wasn’t the one who could read my thoughts. Anyone could see that Edward and I were entirely incompatible, and I didn’t give him a second glance in that way. But he rejected me, not the other way around: my first and only rejection, the failing of my gift. You’d think that Edward or Alice might understand, once they each encountered limitations to their own gifts—Bella for Edward’s, the wolves for Alice’s—but no, they were so lost in their own different, “gifted” realities they never notice me. And then Edward just had to fall in love with Bella—a human! He added insult to injury by turning me down for a human, when he knew how much I missed my humanity.

“You’re perfect,” Emmett murmured, giving me a squeeze, and then pulling away and taking my hand. “Let’s go.”

I smiled, shaking Edward from my mind. Edward may read minds, but he cannot see the world through others’ eyes.