Post by charlotte marie reed on Aug 16, 2009 4:16:55 GMT -5
( * AND SHE SMILES AND MAKES BELIEVE )
Charlie said she'd never leave
Charlie said she'd never leave
( * THE STAGE IS SET AND THERE IS NO TURNING BACK NOW )
the puppet master .
the puppet master .
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( * AND I CAN PROMISE YOU I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO FORGET )
the character basics .
[/font]the character basics .
give the full name of the character , and the meaning .
--- * NICKNAMES :
Charlie, Char, Charmander.
--- * AGE :
Seventeen.
--- * DATE OF BIRTH :
May 1st.
--- * GENDER :
Female.
--- * SEXUALITY :
Pansexual.
--- * SPECIES :
Human.
--- * CANON / ORIGINAL ?
Original.
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( * MIRROR, MIRROR, ON THE WALL THIS IS HOW A HERO FALLS )
appearances are everything and nothing .
[/font]appearances are everything and nothing .
name here . remember to plot with others than the people your playby is on a tv show or movie with !
--- * BODY TYPE :
slender , bulky , etc ? no one word answers .
--- * HEIGHT & WEIGHT :
if you're not sure , google the average for your character's age
then estimate .
--- * HAIR :
color , length , shape / style [ie . wavy , curly , straight] . detail !
--- * EYES :
color , shape . detail !
--- * UNIQUE FEATURES :
any scars , tattoos , etc ?
--- * SHORT OVERALL :
200 + words describing the character's overall appearance .
if you've been detailed in the other fields , this should be very very easy .
--- * FEELINGS ON APPEARANCE :
100 + words
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( * I LAUGHED WHEN YOU SAID THAT WORDS ARE ONLY WORDS )
everybody has a personality .
[/font]everybody has a personality .
10 + with a short description / explanation or comment for each .
turn ons : 4 +
--- * DISLIKES / TURN OFFS :
10 + with a short description / explanation or comment for each .
turn offs : 4+
--- * QUIRKS / HABITS :
7+ each
self-explanitory . if there's a reason they do it , include that .
--- * STRENGTHS / WEAKNESSES :
5 + of each !
--- * SECRETS :
at least two . give reasons for them not sharing the secret .
--- * FEARS :
4 + and give the reason , or probable reason .
--- * GREATEST GOAL/FAILURE :
list goal , then explain why it's their greatest goal .
for the failure , list it and tell how and why it went wrong .
--- * OTHER :
mmmm .
--- * OVERALL PERSONALITY :
3 paragraphs.
DETAIL DETAIL DETAIL !
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( * AND BEHIND THESE EYES ARE MY TRUTHS AND LIES )
history is an explanation .
[/font]history is an explanation .
Chloe Marie Reed || 37 || Nurse || Human || Alive
Robert Richard West || 38 || Unknown || Human || Unknown
--- * SIBLINGS :
None.
--- * OTHER SIGNIFICANT PEOPLE :
Kyla Larsen ||
Meila Hart ||
Emily Black ||
Juliette Summers |||
anybody important in their life
name , age , relation , occupation
--- * LOVERS :
name , age , occupation , relationship status [meaning ex , spouse , etc]
--- * BEST MEMORY :
explain why it's their best memory
--- * WORST MEMORY :
explain why it's their worst memory
--- * PETS :
name , age , species
--- * OVERALL HISTORY :
Once upon a time… got you, didn’t I? Well, I was conceived one bright and shiny spring morning, and the birds chirped and sung an opera to commence the woman who so graciously popped me out of her vajayjay. I call her my mother, though I’m sure you already knew that. She huffed and puffed and out I came out of my nine months’ of shelter, and I’m convinced all the pain medication they put her on did something funky to her brain when she - clears throat - gave me the adoring name that’s put on my legal birth certificate. I mean, really, there’s no other explanation, Ma’s a smart woman, the doctors drugged her and thus came my name, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. It’s actually a conspiracy theory on the American government, but I don’t have the time to explain that right now, maybe later. It’s pretty interesting, I get right into the legal system and how fucked it is, especially when it comes to –oh yeah, wrong time. Whoops. What was I saying? Oh, right. So, Charlotte Marie Reed was written in ink that day, and since then on the world has known my existance. As Charlie, of course, or I’ll cheerfully skin you in your sleep. That’s not an idle threat, either. And um, well, he may have been jot down somewhere in medical files as my biologcal dad, but I can assure you Robert West took no other part in my bringing up. I mean, I don’t necessarily like talking about this too much, but you asked and I guess I can trust you to keep your mouth shut. At least you better, ‘cause what the hell have I ever done to you?
I don’t remember too much, I was just a baby after all, and I don’t like asking Ma just to remind her of that asshole who ditched us. Yeah. He left when I was six months old, I’m surprised he even lasted that long. To give him credit, Ma said he wasn’t all that bad of a guy when they dated, they were high school sweethearts after all; she got pregnant her sophomore year of college, and I can’t imagine all that she had to go through to take care of me and get through her classes at the same time. Anyway, something happened to the guy when he found out he knocked the supposed ‘love of his life’ up. He started drinking, more than he used to I hear, became quite the stoner and began gambling with his friends down by the pool bar every night. So… -pauses, takes breath- while my mom was going through cravings, emotional moodswings, feeling me kick for the first time as inch by inch I began to grow, that guy was nowhere in sight. Or, well, he was, stumbling into their apartment at three o’clock in the morning. Sometimes, he even had the sense to sleep on the couch where he should’ve always been, instead of going into bed with my mom and upsetting her more. Oh, yeah – he’d apologize in the morning and everything, scrounge up some change to go to the dollar store and buy my mom a pair of wilted roses, and looking into those eyes made her fall into forgiveness, thinking things would be different like he promised. It never was. I don’t think I need to tell you that. You wanna know what that sick fuck was doing the day of my birth? Passed out in his friend’s car after three bottles of dear ol’ Jack and some bud, the low-life. Ma had a fit, and I never really got used to him in those six months; I’d cry like all hell broke loose whenever he held me. Guess even then, I didn’t settle for a deadbeat dad.
But he left soon enough, and my guess is Ma drowned her sorrows in taking care of me, handling two jobs and a college class. My mom. - shakes head - There isn’t any person in the world that I look up to more than her. I’m sure you’d love her if you met her, all my friends do. She bandaged my skinned knees and chased lowlife boys with Grandpa’s old rifle off our property through the years, and everything I am, everything I’ll continue to be, is because of that woman right there. I’m glad I take after her, in both looks and attitude. - smiles - I’m a little more hyper than she was, though, which is good I think, the world can’t handle an exact replica of yours truly. - laughs - What I mean to say is, aside from the Lifetime movie start, my seventeen years of life have been nothing but sweet and fulfilling so far. I don’t know, I really don’t have too much to complain about, you know? Or maybe it’s just how my mom raised me, that might have something to do with it, too. I get along and that’s just fine with me, I don’t need a million new gadgets, a laptop, and an iPhone with a hundred different applications I’ll never even use. I’ve known from a young age that money never really makes you happy, that just because Mom couldn’t afford a game I got excited over on TV, that had nothing to do with the fact she always pushed me the highest on the swings and was never too tired to race me to the jungle gym. Or lent down her favorite guitar and taught me how to play everything she knew, I gotta hand it to her: everything music I know comes from her. City life in Massachusetts was pretty bustling and competitive, job wise anyway, and around the time I was eleven or so we got evicted from our apartment after Ma got laid off. I remember helping her pack our stuff as her eyes glanced around the emptying room; so many memories, good and bad. And then she said, “Where’re we headed, Charmander?” I checked her shoulder lightly then, staring at the map she held in her hand. “We can go anywhere, Ma?” I asked. Boston seemed so… tiny, invisible almost, looking at all the places we could go. There was nothing keeping us here, all we had was each other, and that was good enough for me any day.
“Anywhere.”
I pointed to a funny looking shape on the map. “There.”
Washington it was.
We ended up in a place called Forks, and we’ve been living here ever since. I gotta tell you, though, it rains here as much as Paris Hilton spreads her - clears throat - oh, there are children reading? Nevermind then. Anyway, I went through those cool puberty years where everything’s awkward as all shit, but that’s around the time I started dyeing my hair, too, so I gotta thank natural teenage experimentation for that. Man, you shoulda seen the looks on the kids’ faces the first time, pretty gold comedy stuff right there. I’ve always been too ‘weird’ to be considered one of the popular kids, but I hang out with pretty much everyone, or everyone that can stand my lively personality I guess. I’m kind of just going through my junior year here and there, focusing on school and friends and my band. Yeah, my band, Despite Homecoming. How fucking cool am I? Cooler than my homeboy Jesus, that’s what. - grins - You should totally come to one of our shows sometime, and by our I mean the rest of the girls. There’s Meila, who’s our sick ass bassist, couldn’t lay down a good foundation without her, and I think she tolerates my behavior so that’s always a plus. Oh, and Em - we don’t get along sometimes with some of the shit she pulls, but she knows her way around a set of drums and that’s what counts. We’re looking for another guitarist to jam with me, we’ll be holding auditions soon, so that’s gonna be sweet. And there’s definitely no way I could leave out Kyla, my absolute best friend in the entire universe that does vocals with me and plays keyboard. I totally excuse her for everything, too, including the fact her grandma wants to kill me in my sleep and everything and then sell my body to the CIA or something. German elderly women are weird, for sure, dude. But I’d shoot myself in the foot before I ever turned on any of my girls, and that’s a complete fact. Band practices and gigs are pretty much my socializing events, people bring their friends and their friends and it gets to be a friendly atmosphere without all the ‘sex, drugs,’ but with the rock ‘n roll. Anyway…. I think that’s pretty much it about my life. Not very exciting, see, I told you. I guess I’ll see you around or something, I’ll probably be the one getting smacked around by Kyla while her Satan elder yells gibberish at me from their limo. I draw a crowd, call it natural charisma. In fact, this has been the most relaxed talking I’ve done in awhile. That’s strange. Did you drug me?! I knew it, you were in on those doctors that drugged my mom and damned my name for eternity!
Can’t trust anyone these days, not even a German grandmother.
Psh. Talk to you later, I’m gonna jet.
- Charlie
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( * OUR FINAL MOMENTS ARE THE ONE WE USE THE FULLEST )
the other little stuff .
[/font]the other little stuff .
--- * RULES ARE THERE FOR A REASON :
whatwhat.
--- * FAMOUS LAST WORDS :
"KYLA, I SWEAR TO GOD IT'S YOUR DEMON GRANDMA'S FAULT."
--- * ANYTHING ELSE :
she's becoming a fast favorite, isn't she? :]
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