Forks, Washington
AUGUST OF 2011
50% precipitation. 50% sunshine.
Cooler Nights, Warmer Days.
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 EDWARD ANTHONY MASEN CULLEN" And so the lion fell in love with the lamb.
What a sick, masochistic lion. "
Name: Havana
Age: 15
Experience: Almost five
Where you found PmP: It came from my womb =O
Other characters: Maybe soon
LIES ON MY BIRTH CERTIFICATE
Name: Edward Anthony Masen Cullen
Nicknames: None. Unless you're a werewolf and call him bloodsucker.
DOB: June 20, 1901
Occupation: None. He is very wealthy and has no need for a job.
Sexuality: Very Hetero. Unless he has a secret he wants to tell Bella.
Race: Vampire
I LOOK LIKE I'LL SUCCEEDHair Colour && Style: Bronze and very untidy
Eye Colour: Topaz to varying colours to Black
Distinguishing Features: Very sharp facial features
Model Claim: Robert Pattinson
This is me in the mirror:
the body •• The gift of good looks did not just come from Edward's transformation into a vampire. A lot of it came from his biological parents. As a human he was in no way ugly, in fact, one would say he was quite appealing to the eye. His appearance had only intensified after turning, a stronger bones structure and all that jazz. Going from the bottom up, Edward is a fairly fashionable person, obviously Alice rubbed off on him. He knows how to pick clothing that befit his body type and overall appearance very well. But oh no, his body doesn't compliment the clothing, the clothing compliments his body. His style is fairly simple but most never really get the chance to look at his clothes or even his general body type. They are far too enthralled in his godlike face. Edward has naturally long legs, not out of proportion long, but long enough that they perfectly suit his lanky body type. His torso and arms are muscular but do not quite breach the border into bulky, and he still looks quite small compared to Emmett. For what he lacks in his weight and strength, he makes up for in speed, a trait which his superhuman body is built perfectly for. The way he generally presents himself is very old-fashioned, which reflects his age old wisdom. He seems very aristocratic, and though he doesn't mean to, his overall movements make him seems like he thinks he's better than you.Once you move onto his face it becomes a very long and drool-worthy description.
the face •• If you are an average human male, you would be in complete envy of him and basically everything about him. If you are an average human female your estrogen levels would soar very high just by checking him out, or simply by glancing his way. Edward has a strong chiseled jaw which seems slightly aristocratic. His lips are full and have a pale pink colour, which many girls would consider very kissable. Again, his features seem aristocratic, including his nose. Though his eyes are a different story. At one point in his life Edward had brilliant green eyes, full of life. After the jarring transformation into a vampire they changed and for a long while they were a deadly crimson colour. From lack of human blood to drink, they slowly turned to a topaz colour though they tend to darken as his thirst for blood grows more potent. This can only be replenished by drinking what he so longs for. Regardless of the colour, it fits in perfectly with his face, adding to it's beauty. Edward has golden coloured hair which sometimes matches his eyes. It is usually kept untidy and unbrushed. His tousled hair remains that way because of the speed at which he moves. When one can run insanely fast, their hair tends to become very messy.
THE WAY I FEEL INSIDE
Likes•• Isabella Cullen
•• Renesmee Cullen
•• The rest of his family
•• Classical/Debussy Music
•• Playing Piano
•• Nice Cars
•• Literature
•• Driving Fast
•• Thunderstorms
•• Mountain Lions Blood
•• Baseball
•• Songwriting
•• Making love to Bella
•• Running Dislikes•• Stubbornness ( especially from Bella )
•• The Volturi
•• Hearing everyone's thoughts
•• Not being able to hear Bella's thoughts
•• Sunlight
•• His weakness towards blood
•• Anything too slow
•• American culture from 1970-1990
•• Werewolves ( sometimes ) Strengths•• Mind-reading
•• Fast even for a vampire
•• Dazzles women
•• Intense strength
•• Intelligence
•• Incredibly handsome
•• Convincing
•• Mysterious
•• Overgenerous
•• Perseverance Weaknesses•• Bella Cullen
•• Blood
•• Sunlight
•• Can't say no to anything Nessie or Bella wants
•• Temper
•• Self Doubt ( sometimes )
•• Arrogance ( sometimes )
•• Naturally Dangerous My Not-So Short Autobiography•• starting off
Edward Cullen has many different sides to him and his personality differs depending on one's perspective of him. If you look at Edward's seventeen year old body, his personality is very mature. If you compare his personality to his true age, he is not mature as one would expect of a hundred-something year old. Considering Edward is forever seventeen, it is understandable that he would have immature moments throughout his life. Others would note that Edward even gained an ounce of maturity after Renesmee had been born, fatherhood makes everyone grow up a little, even a seventeen year old. That brings me to the two most important people in Edward's life; Isabella and Renesmee Cullen. His world revolves around them, so much so that if he were to lose them he would wish for death. Any world without Bella would not be one Edward could survive in, as he has proven before. This shows just how loving Edward can be, a trait learned from his adopted father, Carlisle. One of many traits he had inherited by example. Another is the way he spoils his wife and child, never ending gifts ( even if Bella doesn't want them ) and a generosity that goes above and beyond what anyone should ever be given.
•• being special
Edward is special in many ways. One, he is a vampire. Two, he can read minds. Though these outstanding traits make him special in one way, they are nothing compared to his outstanding personality. When being a vampire you gain many gifts, beautiful gifts. But being a vampire does not change who you truly are, you can decipher the attempted pureness of Edward's heart at his inability to take human life. In the way he does not kill humans shows his amazing ability of self control that most vampires do not have. An ability most have never tried to have. Another ability that differs him from the others is his ability to read the minds of anyone and everyone within a five mile radius, everyone except for Bella. And perhaps that secrecy is what allows the two to have such a marvelous relationship. This gift has helped him learn and understand the human psychology as well as the vampire psychology. His ability could be seen as an unfair advantage for others, though he has an unfair advantage with or without it. You can never keep a secret from Edward, which, if not used to, can be very annoying. He has always tried his best to tune out the thoughts, unless it's important. One has to understand how horrifying certain thoughts can be, ideas and ambitions that should always be kept secret. Being the gentleman that Edward is he would never judge one for their private thoughts, just as he would not want to be.
•• intelligence
Out of the the whole Cullen family Edward is the second most intelligent next to Carlisle. He attributes this to the free time he has had for a century, being the only one without a lover, he had no one else with which he could occupy himself. When you don't sleep the entire night is an open world of possibilities, Edward simply preferred to study during the dark hours. Until he met Bella. He went from studying to watching her sleep, then spending all night entwined with her. Edward had been two medical school twice before and graduated with top honours, but unlike Carlisle he was not impervious to the scent of blood, not yet, not like he aspired to be. Edward sometimes has this certain air of self doubt, then again, he also tends to be over confidant at times. An indecisive feature of his personality. With this intelligence Edward gained an intense liking towards the art of music, classical music to be exact. Growing up in the early 1900's it was impossible to not like classical music. From his human years he had known how to play the piano, but as a vampire he learned just that much more. Using his vampiric given voice, he sings along to his own music. In a way, his music represents him; like his soft and classical personality and the beautiful notes showing his amazing appearance. It is easy to become enthralled in the music that Edward produces, whether it be his own song or another that he likes.
•• worrying me
Overprotective. For two years Edward was in a position where he had to constantly protect the one he loved. A habit that has yet to die down. After having to look after Bella for so long, and even though she is now a vampire and far less accident prone, he remains partially incapable of stopping and checking to make sure she doesn't step somewhere she might trip or looking around for certain people or objects that may cause her harm indirectly. This way that he looks after Bella has also passed to Nessie, she is more destructible than a vampire and less destructible than a human. Which makes him unsure of how much she can take and he is no rush to find that out. Like any loving father, he is there to protect all her interests. Which brings a certain dislike towards Jacob Black. He would not go as far as to say he hates Jacob for imprinting with his only child, but he does have a certain amount of dislike towards the freedom of decision taken away from her and there's also the never ending grudge of Bella's old relationship with him. Jealousy, a very human attribute. An emotion he detests and always will, even if he knows he has nothing to fear.
•• feeding my pain
Edward has always tried his best to be the most upstanding and the most kindhearted gentleman there ever was. Though he has many destructive personality traits. He has a temper that he sometimes has trouble keeping under control, a temper that can be unleashed when a loved one is in danger. Like almost all vampires he has extreme difficulty resisting, when it comes to the scent of blood. Though he has yet to falter after returning to the vegetarian way of feeding, it is still quite uneasy to resist what he so strongly desires. Though when it comes down to it, the guilt of taken human lives overwhelms him to the point where he has such a great amount of self restraint. He has a few fears that terrify him to no end, though he is a generally brave person, the fear of losing any member of his family paralyzes him. Much like the fear of 'relapsing' and killing a human to satisfy his thirst. Not counting the vampire weaknesses, Edward also has human weaknesses in his overall being. Certain emotions like jealousy, anger, irrationality, fear and immaturity. All of these usually delivered by his wife. It is said that emotional weaknesses make someone human, if that is true than there is no doubt that regardless of his superhuman body, Edward is very much human. THE LIFE, THE LIES AND THE MISTAKES
The Family ListIsabella Cullen née Swan :: 'Bella is my one and only love. She is my wife, my everything. My life would be over were anything to happen to her. I would give everything I can or will ever have for Bella.'
Renesmee Cullen :: 'My only daughter. She is the only child I could ever have and she is the most perfect girl a father could ever ask for. I am overly protective of her but that is to be expected. I love her dearly.'
Carlisle Cullen :: 'He may not be my real father, but he has been the father figure in my life for so long I can see him as no other. He has taught me so much, and I have a lot to be grateful from him. He is truly a brilliant person and I respect greatly.'
Esme Cullen :: 'There is no kinder soul in this world than my adoptive mother. She has taught me compassion in the extremes and I am thankful for that. It is not hard to see why Carlisle fell in love with her.'
Jasper Hale, Alice Cullen, Rosalie Hale and Emmett Cullen :: 'My brothers and sisters. I would truly be incomplete without them and their influence. they are the four that are really able to cheer me up at any time. And though they can sometimes be more than disgruntling, I'd do anything for them, well, almost anything.'
The Therapeutic Chain Of EventsEdward Cullen's history is quite a long one, having lived a hundred and twelve years. Though he would tell you his life really began when he met Isabella Swan for the first time. In full and accurate honesty, Edward was born in Chicago Illinois on June twentieth, 1901. It was not a particularly interesting human life, he was an only son to a wealthy lawyer and loving house wife. He grew up like any other child of his social would at such a point in life, but the war and Spanish influenza really struck a chain of events. His parents had died from the infesting disease like so many others had, it had not come as a surprise when a whole family died. But lucky enough, Edward did not literally die when the deadly disease struck him. That was when he met Doctor Carlisle Cullen. The handsome doctor that was tending to the Masen family could not resist a dying mother's wish to save her son with any means possible. At which point Carlisle saved Edward the only way possible, turning him into an immortal, a vampire. At this point he became Edward Cullen, living as Carlisle's adopted son. A few years after Edward's turning, Carlisle had found another dying human he could not save, Esme. Her compassionate and loving personality not only drew Carlisle romantically, but became the lacking motherly figure in the forever seventeen year old boy's life. They lived as a family for a long period of time, striving off of Carlisle way of 'vegetarian' life, but Edward was not always as strong as he tried to be. Sick of fighting off his desires and blood lust, Edward broke away from the small Cullen family. He lived restlessly as a wandering nomad, not being able to draw up such inhumane feelings of feeding off of innocents, Edward drank from criminals and the like. He would not be able to kill innocent humans, and soon found it even harder to take impure lives not matter what they had done. In turn, realizing how wrong he was, he returned to Carlisle and Esme. Two years after his return, Carlisle had come up with the idea to find Edward a companion with whom he could be forever loved and entwined with. In came Rosalie, a beautiful human girl and even more beautiful vampire. Rosalie and Edward's companionship did not come out as planned, neither had a romantic interest in the other and saw each other only as good friends, or siblings. Edward was content without a partner though and went seventy years as the odd man out.
Emmett came next and in turn Alice and Jasper. Which almost completed their family. And that's what they were, a family. Not a coven like the other world vampires perceived, they were a family that loved and nurtured each other. They would stick together as a family for a long while, to put up their human front they moved to Forks, Washington in 1936. With Carlisle working as a doctor, the younger vampires went to high school for at least the third time in their life. And it would not be the last time. For only a short while were they content in this town, only a while until the werewolves made their presence known. This caused a great disruption, vampires were not supposed to exist in this world. A population of werewolves would be no better. They could not stay in Forks for very long, regardless of how great the weather was for them. So like always, they moved around the country only returning to Forks sixty-eight years later. This is where Edward and the Cullen's lives became that much more interesting, all thanks to one lone teenage girl. They lived two years in Forks without mishaps, no werewolves, no visitors just a normal high school life for Edward Cullen and his siblings. Until one fateful day when Isabella Swan moved into town. To everyone she was just a normal human girl, moving to Forks or some unknown reason. She held no interest towards Edward or his family. Not until he caught the scent of the blood running through her veins. The intense scorching pain every time he caught a whiff of her, and he was ready to break his pact of taking human life because of this girl. To his surprise he had greater strength than that, this girl would not ruin his life here in Forks. Finally learning to control himself he gained a strange sort of friendship with Bella, a friendship that would become that much more. He found that everything about this insignificant human girl intrigued him. The fact that he remained unable to read her mind made him even more interested. He had never felt this way before, she made him happy when they would talk. At first he had no idea, but Bella Swan would become his epicenter, the one he could never live without.
After saving Bella's life twice in two weeks, after spending far too much time with her than he ever should, his feelings for her intensified. And before he even knew what was happening, he had fallen madly in love with her, and she with him. Never before her had he felt so normal, so human. And she was everything now, everything he could ever want or need. He supposed nothing could ever get better than the days he spent with her. Until Bella, the danger magnet, attracted a dangerous bunch of vampires. Again, he felt things he never had before. He would feel pain just at the thought of losing the one he loved, but he would never let that happen. After a long chain of events, Edward managed to kill the one that had brought such fear and danger towards Bella. And save her life in the process. After forcing himself to do the unthinkable and drinking Bella's blood to save her, he realized the cold, hard truth, that he was the greatest danger to her. He brought far more peril to her life than she could ever attract. Edward had to bring himself to do the hardest thing he ever could, leave the best thing that ever happened to him. He meant in no way to hurt her, quite the contrary he wanted to save her, from him and everything he could ever do to her. This point of view proved to be quite ill fated. Leaving was probably one of the worst things he could have ever done for her. Leaving Bella in such a self destructing emotional state, he assumed she would not feel the same pain he did for being without here, a tragedy that could have been avoided had he been able to read her mind. One phone call of Bella's devastating demise made Edward go over the edge. Unable to live without her alive, he would kill himself. And he journeyed to the only place and people that would do so. His life had been spared by only minutes as he heard Bella's voice and took in her scent, this time she had saved his life. Though, this course of action would not go without a price, he was forced into a position where he would soon have to turn Bella into a vampire. He would never want to turn her to this painful life, or rather, afterlife.
The next year with Bella was like a dream. A dream he was not able to have but he did anyway. They were content in their last year at Forks high school. There was only the small problem of a large amount of vampires in a nearby town. Though they remained carefree for a while, just enjoying each other, danger was never far behind Bella. By the time it was at her heels they were ready. After realizing there was yet another vampire out for Bella's blood they sprung into action. A fight to the death, a war would break out and would signal the destruction of Victoria's newborn coven. Bella had forced Edward to stay away from the fight, and to Edward's dismay she wanted Jacob to join them. The jealous feelings that would never escape Edward's being were at full force at this, but he would do whatever he needed to to keep Bella happy. His jealousy heightened when he saw Jacob kissing her, and he wanted nothing more at that moment than to rip the dog's throat out, though it was something he would never do. After killing Victoria, Bella had finally agreed to marrying him. Even after the disaster that had just happened, he couldn't have been happier. Edward had watched his siblings get married before, time and time again he stood watching and now it was his turn. Nothing would ruin this day. And nothing did. Nothing ruined the wedding for sure, but something did ruin their joyous honeymoon.
Bella's pregnancy had not been the happy and exciting event it should have been,.Edward Cullen never expected he would be able to have children, the thought had never even crossed his mind. But if this was how he would have one, it was unwanted. At least for a little while. Bella's short pregnancy was not a happy one, not until he heard his child's thoughts for the first time. Before that, it was just fetus. Just a dangerous fetus of his creation that was killing his wife. He was forced to abide by her wishes and not abort the child, but when he finally began to feel feelings for the child he was torn. He wanted the child now, but it came at too great a price, too great a risk. The birth of his child was an amazing thing, had his wife not been dying at the same time. After drastically injecting venom into her heart, he stood by for days watching Bella in pain, not just her pain but his as well. He watched for so long, hoping she would be okay, knowing that everything would be over, all the while hating himself for the pain she was enduring, the pain he had inflicted. The birth of his daughter was not enough to keep him from feeling terrible about Bella. It took him a while to fully grasp the concept of fatherhood, and to grasp Jacob's imprinting. That was simply unacceptable. After Bella's full transformation everything seemed to brighten up for months e watched his child grow, irregularly at that, and he could be with Bella, no holds barred. This was happiness, until they gained news of the Volturi involvement. If Irina had not reacted in such a way, no amount of worry and disgruntlement would have to come their way but it seemed their family attracted danger as strongly as ever. After dealing with that ordeal, they went back to normal, stronger than ever. For five years nothing disturbed their family. A peace that took some getting used to, but they did so nonetheless. They were happy, truly happy. Edward could never be more happy than this. Proving myself in the worst waySomewhere in the world, multiple important events were happening. Someone, somewhere was getting married, someone was dying and someone was being born, and it was an extraordinary day to whomever such life-changing events were happening to. But for Llywelyn Calixter Riddle, this was an ordinary day in all aspects of the word. He woke up at the same time as he did every morning, eleven thirty sharp, courtesy his half-broken alarm clock, he got dressed in clothes very similar to the ones from the day before and he left his flat the same time like he did everyday. The only event that remained undecided in the itinerary of his morning was the destination he would take as he stepped out his front door. Llywelyn's flat was not particularly special to look at, especially once you were inside it, he was always fairy messy, and there was a complete lack of organization in his life. His home was a slightly dingy place in downtown London, which meant it was often bustling full with muggles. Thankfully, those muggles had the sense to stay away from him, especially after a group of children had come knocking at the door one day, and he had come at them with a bloody knife, he laughed at the thought, as though he would actually use such a meagre device to kill petty children. Llywelyn, unlike his parents was not one to kill and think later, he did like proper reasons for murder, that was the only way to identify his morsel of a conscience. After emptying yet another bottle of hairspray, he grabbed a handsome jacket and threw it onto his back, not bothering to lock the door on his way out. the charms were strong enough to keep everyone away. As he made his way through the stairway, a gaggle of young girls had passed him by, daring each other to make comments at him. Before opening the rickety door that led to the outside, he checked out his sallow reflection in the windowpane, running a hand through his hair as he did so. And though he tried to ignore the females in the vicinity, he could not help but overhear them doubt his sexuality. Though this was something Llywelyn had heard all too often, he was without a doubt, a total narcissist, he knew this and he yet he did nothing during his school years to stop the rumours that supported thoughts of him and homosexuality, the amount of women he had charmed his way with would simply shoot such thoughts clear out of anyone's mind. He pampered himself far beyond normal and he knew it, it never stopped him, in fact he revelled in it. He continued smoothing off his hair, removing a pale white hand from the dark black hair as he took a graceful step from the front door into the open air. He headed down the street of muggle London, glancing into the shop windows as he went, the horribly overpriced clothing on display was of no interest to Llywelyn and after thirteen minutes of walking around aimlessly, it became increasingly difficult to force himself to bare even the thought of watching the muggle community, he made his way into a small crevice between stores and disapparated immediately. In a fraction of a second, he found himself staring into the dark entrance of Knockturn Alley.
Like a post, Llywelyn stood for several moments, watching as people made their way past him, muttering under their breaths or dispassionately trying to avoid eye contact with him or anyone else. The occupants of the alley rarely seemed to change, or maybe everyone simply had the same aura. An aura of complete and utter unimportant meagreness, they were always too busy to even notice him. Though Llywelyn was barely the high society type, he considered himself above most human beings and obviously far greater than all other living creatures. The lives of others did not matter to him but he often found himself watching those lives with little curiosity. His watching of others was somewhat of a hobby, he did not consider this stalking, he gave no care of the person, only of the life they lived and whatever way that life could entertain him from a distance. Everything in the world seemed far better, sweeter if you will, when someone was detached from it. Such lack of social accountability was perfect for someone like Llywelyn. So he made his way through the gloomy streets, watching others as he passed, his movements seemed so mechanical, though the fashion in which he walked was graceful, model-like even. He had the looks for it and he presented himself far too carefully. As he walked, he was calculating his environment though barely anything seemed out of the ordinary for him; Llywelyn was paying attention to details. Details in the buildings, in the people. Some familiar faces, some completely new and some that he did not give a thought to. For those he did not notice, they might have well been wearing masks, they expressed no individuality in his eyes, and the lucky few who did catch his eye were often pretty young women or recognized people from his past, a past he did not often think of. And a certain face brought out this thought of his past, like a confused child, he pondered through his mind as to who this man might be. He looked into his face for only a few moments until he became wrapped up into his mind and the focus was lost completely in his black eyes. Llywelyn stood leaning against a brick wall, completely disregarding any concern for hygiene as he rested one foot on its surface to support himself. He looked slightly awkward standing there, like a rebellious teenager waiting for his girlfriend to come wandering up, trying too hard to look cool. His forehead was slightly creased as he tried to recognize the face of a man whose face was so damn familiar. He barely gave notice to the fact that this man was also looking at him with some form of curiosity and would do what Llywelyn would not, confront him about it. Like a dreamy artist, Llywelyn's unfocused gaze was now directed into the sky, his face was poised in the direction of the wind and the slight breeze wisped the stray strands away from his face.
Like any human, Llywelyn had an easily apparent weakness. His was resting in his pocket beside a small green lighter. He reached into his pocket slowly, taking out a small white box, in it laid three very strong cigarettes, he had finished the others yesterday. Two thin fingers reached into the box and pulled out one long cigarette, then carefully placed the tip in his mouth as he replaced the box and went for the lighter. With a click, it emitted a small flame and lit up the end of the white stick that was supported in between his thin lips. He took a long drag and drew it out of his mouth, and then breathed out deeply; white smoke obstructed his view as the exhaled smoke made its way into the air. It was a disgusting habit as he had been told so many times, he had many of those, he just didn't care enough not to do it. He seemed so statuesque as he stared off into the street without a care, an emotionless expression on his face as he had given up on deciphering this familiar man. He barely moved, except to put the cancer stick up to his mouth. Moving slightly, Llywelyn cast a wary glance towards the man in the shadows, still unable to recognize a face so similar to the one he looked at in the mirror every hour or so. For someone as vain as Llywelyn, the thought of someone looking anywhere near as beautiful as himself was simply not something that happened. The thought wouldn't even cross his mind. His vanity had always proved to be a weakness, the thought that barely anyone on this earth could come anywhere near his level of superiority was simply incomprehensible. This overconfidence had increased tenfold after all, his parents had died in the future, and after his father, who could possibly be greater than him? Then again, Llywelyn had never done anything to prove this greatness he so graciously bestowed upon himself, only lived off of his parents' infamy. He did not have much pride, and barely any ambition, and he surely didn't have enough drive to try to make a name for himself, to step out of his father's shadow. He only ever aimed for what was in arm's reach.
Llywelyn continually watched the people as they passed, like a ghost, he seemed to notice them so clearly yet he mattered to no one. In an eerie fashion, his dark eyes moved from person to person, though his head did not move an inch. He greatly resembled a picture, a full-sized still life portrait left in the middle of the street. His emotionless gaze was so intense as he stood assessing, judging the dreary occupants of Knockturn Alley. He considered this a hobby, a way of learning about others, about the way people went about their lives. This certain area was not very good for this pastime, it lacked variety, there was and would rarely ever be any type of extraordinary life walking along the crooked Knockturn alley. The movement and bustling of the street could be seen flickering in and out of Llywelyn's eyes, the reflection of feet trudging along the cobble street and the slight breeze made his eyelids flutter. He was leaning against the wall, resting with his left arm against the brick, supporting the rest of his body. He had just thrown his finished cigarette to the floor, crushing it to pieces with his foot. He could see a reflection of himself in the window of a shop across the street, and he ran a hand through his hair, vainly trying his best to fix the slight frizziness on the right side of his head. He was so easily angered if a single strand of hair was out of place. Then, In a manner, that was far too feminine for any other straight man to accomplish, he began to pull apart split ends from his hair, and then went on to straighten his shirt with one hand, moving his long fingers along the barely noticeable creases in his black shirt. After he had finished his short bout of self grooming he turned his attention back to the moving patrons, realizing again how little so many cared about their appearance. He judged the cleanliness of their clothing, their hair and then their faces. It was rare to find someone who was even remotely self conscious, it was something this narcissist could never understand. As he became wrapped up in his thoughts again, Llywelyn remembered the man in the shadows. From what little he had been able to perceive of him, he seemed finely dressed, so there was hope yet for the horridly presented mongers of Knockturn Alley. For this was a regular hangout for the layabout male, and if it completely lacked accountability and sense of class it reflected onto him, and he would not be made to look lowly in anyone's eyes.
Llywelyn turned, startled, as he felt a hand grip onto his shoulder and his hand moved immediately towards his pocket, in a reflex attempt of self defense, feeling around for the tip of his wand. He would not hesitate to kill whoever was touching him in broad daylight. He turned quickly, before even gripping his wand, to face the man who was gripping his shoulder so tightly, he was obviously trying to intimidate Llywelyn, this guy had no idea who he was messing with and he would show it as Llywelyn narrowed his eyes into a hard glare. There was a strange silence as he gazed into the man's face, recognition suddenly dawning over him, in front of him stood a younger version of his father. He was completely unrecognizable from his future self, Llywelyn noted, and the similarities between father and son were far too striking for his liking. He had had some amounts of curiosity in his childhood, and at school he had done his fair amount of research on his father, his whole family in fact, and he had surprisingly managed to scrounge up three grainy, black and white pictures. Such images made their way into his mind as they silently stared at each other. He listened to Tom's words, his demand of an explanation and in a natural brat-like way he would give his answer, "Well hello to you too, dad." Had he been staring into the face of the same man, only fifty years into the future, into crimson red eyes, chances are he would not have responded in such a way, such an insolent tone. But something about his father's youth, gave him some amount of bravery if you will. He had certain advantages over this man, or so he assumed. Llywelyn knew so much about Tom, but he didn't even know his name, much less a bit of his personality. From Llywelyn's face emerged a small smirk, so obviously expressing his pompous personality. He stared into Tom's eyes as he put his own hand to his shoulder, getting a soft grip on his father's cold hand, lightly trying to get him to let go. Llywelyn was almost expecting him to be completely stunned at this bit of news and the hand would fall from his shoulder easily, but he knew how hard it was to get any type of reaction out of Tom. It was like getting a brick wall to talk, without using magic. But Tom could talk, and Llywelyn couldn't wait for the response.
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