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Post by charlie on Jan 16, 2008 0:11:31 GMT
Finished? YEAH! WOOOOOO!
O N _ Y O U
Name/Alias: Bek
Gender:  ?
Experience: mldvkonae8rt0aw4jgiaerogaierya0e9thatmuch
Location: Pennsylvania! The Keystone State! EST.
C H A R A C T E R _P R O F I L E
b a s i c s
Full Name: Charlene "Charlie" Lynn Clare
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Date of Birth: May 8
Tainted? Yes
Ability: Biokinesis, or the ability to change one's appearance with a whole lotta concentration. Ever-conscious of her apperance, Charlie's pretty good at what she does. She's got changing simple things like her hair and eye color down pat, and has even been able to change her height and weight and other facial attributes like nose and ears and mouth. Asif she tries hard, she can perfectly imitate someone. She knows she still needs to give her ability the time to grow and mature, and train herself relentlessly until she can do what she does and do it well. She always jokes around about her biokinesis, saying that she would be a damn fine government worker or spy or something of the sort, but naturally, she would never submit herself to being such a machine. Rather, she will probably end up using her power to get fantastically famous. Because since Charlie was a child, and even before she knew she was Tainted, she knew she was going to be famous. World famous. And the Biokinesis she discovered in herself only made that dream all the more attainable.
Beliefs: Charlie is... the slightest bit arrogant, and that's partly because she found out she had this super-human ability. Being Tainted is an advantage, that's what she sees it as, but what she doesn't see is the responsibility that comes along with it. She's young, she's stupid, and she's careless, as in she could care less about what the Untainted think of her. If they look down at her, then she looks down at them. If they fear her, she gives them a good reason to fear her. The girl isn't exactly sinister, but she's not kind about being better than the 'normal' humans out there. And she doesn't take kindly to judgement. Which is funny, considering how judgemental she is.
a p p e a r a n c e
Eyes: The most obvious thing about Charlie's eyes is that they're always covered in make-up. More often than not, she wears black eyeliner, eyeshadow, and mascara, and lots of it. Other times, if she's feeling more adventrous/obnoxious, she wears brightly-colored eyeshadow in over-the-top styles. But really, it looks good on her, and without all the make-up she looks too... well, too ordinary. And Charlie doesn't do ordinary. Other than that, her eyes are quite pretty. They're brown, but not just plain old brown. They're more gold than they are brown, a lovely shade, too, and bright. She's been accused of wearing colorful contacts (and by those who don't know that she can change her eye color at will, as it were) but alas! these accusations are false. Those are her natural eyes, her mother's eyes. They're on the tiny side, but when she has all that make-up on, no one can tell. They have a lovely natural shape, and they're even more attractive when she smiles. She only smiles when something really and truly tickles her, so it's not very often, but when she does, her eyes light up and her nose crinkles and the gold in her eyes disappears behind closed eyelids. Most other times she just smirks, sneers, scowls. Smiles are rare, but beautiful, and the beauty's in her eyes.
Her biokinesis allows her to change the color of her eyes, of course, and she does this rarely. It's not often she wakes up and thinks, "Well, today I feel like I have blue eyes," and changes it. Really, she only does such a thing when she wants to impress someone, or to make someone uncomfortable, or to experiment with minicking the color of someone's eyes she's seen. She did make her eyes purple once, for no reason at all. They didn't get much of a good reception, so she decided to stick to her natural and unique shade.
Hair: Charlie's hair, on the other hand, is something she changes constantly. Her natural color is a plain brown, something that she definitely didn't want to live with her whole life. Before she got her powers, she had a certain liking for altering her appearance. First, she dyed her hair black. After deciding that it was too plain, she bleached the top of it. After getting bored with the bleach-blond, she dyed it pink, and the black showed attractively from beneath it. And that became her sort of signature look, and a look that she's had since she was around 16 years old. Although, of course, she's much better at styling it than she used to. Her hair is wonderfully thick and is quite well-behaved. It does what she wants it to both when she's using her biokinesis and when she's styling it with a curling iron or mousse. Naturally, her hair is extremely long; she hasn't gotten it properly cut in a very long while, and prefers to do the cutting herself (sometimes with bad, but fixable, results). Of course, her ability allows her to change it whenever she wants and to whatever she wants, but most of the time it's unnecessary, as her hair by itself is quite the eye-catcher. And that's what the girl cares about most. Catching peoples' eyes.
Height: A terribly imposing 5' 9". Heheh.
Weight: She's kind of underweight, especially for her height, and only weights around 120 lbs.
Distinguishing Features: ...Really, her obnoxious make-up and bubblegum-pink hair are the only distinguishing features people remember.
Other: Clothes. Oh, dear God. Well... what Charlie wears is never sold in stores. Her wardrobe has been something she's worked on all of her life (and that totally works, considering she's hardly grown since her teenage years. Well, she's grown upwards, but definitely not outwards. Much. Besides... you know. In her... chest area). She can pull anything and everything off with a combination of awesome confidence and a pretty rockin' body. She prefers to make her outfits and carries a sewing kit with her wherever she goes. She frequents thrift stores and makes sure that no one in the entire world looks just like she does. Because that simply would not do.
p e r s o n a l i t y
Likes:
[x] Biokinesis
[x] make-up
[x] clothing
[x] being different
[x] having all eyes on her
[x] boys and experimenting with girls
[x] creating a scene
[x] dramatics
[x] colors
[x] music
Dislikes:
[x] ignorance
[x] being boring
[x] her natural hair color
[x] talking to her father
[x] about her mother
[x] or at any time at all
[x] being ignored
[x] snow
[x] shy and quiet people
[x] obnoxious and too-loud people
The Good Points:
[x] spontaneous
[x] entertaining
[x] creative
[x] secretly sentimental
[x] friendly
The Bad Points:
[x] obnoxious
[x] disrespectful
[x] defensive
[x] judgemental
[x] arrogant
Habits: Charlie has no internal volume knob. It doesn't matter where she is, her voice carries to every single corner and to every single ear. That becomes trying to the company she keeps, after a while. Other than that, there's nothing constant about Charlie. Spontaneous, unpredictable, surprising. That's how she works.
Possessions/Obsessions/Other: Her only obsessions would be her pursuit of fame, whether it's in a group of people or the fame she thinks she'll eventually get worldwide. She hates it when someone else is stealing the spotlight, so it becomes her obsession to steal it back and keep it. Her other obsessions include fashion and make-up and, secretly, stuffed animals. Specifically, sheep stuffed animals. For some unknown reason, sheep are her favorite animals, so she collects plushie ones.
o r i g i n s
Place of Birth: Bordeaux, France
Family: Father - Charles (Retired, 57 yrs.)
Mother - Carol (deceased)
History: Charles and Carol weren't exactly high school sweethearts. In fact, that would be entirely impossible, as Carol hadn't been to school since primary. Once Carol left her unsuccessful parents as an 18-year-old adult, she lived alone in a simple flat and worked at a market, selling vegetables and meats and everything else to everyday people. On of those everyday people happened to be Charles, or Charlie, Clare, a simple man and a fisherman who managed to make enough money to live selling the fish he caught. When the two of them met, Charles was married to a woman name Loren and had a son named Val, after Loren's father. It wasn't love at first sight for Charlie and Carol. Instead, it was lust at first sight, and the two went off and had a good romp, and Carol ended up pregnant. Charlie, looking for an excuse to leave his loveless first wife and somewhat reluctant to leave his son found a reason to get out of the terrible place he was and shack up with Carol. The two did eventually end up falling in love, something that happened after the first good boffing.
Carol was a tiny women next to her new husband and the father of her child. She was around 5'2" and he was 6'1". Carol was thin and not in the greatest of health after nine months of pregnancy. Unfortuantely for the new family, There were some complications with the childbirth. Apparently Carol's tiny body couldn't take pushing out a rather large infant, and it wasn't long after Charlene was born that Carol passed away, leaving Charles and their baby girl in the world with nothing more than a fisherman's salary and a small, barely liveable flat.
Charles named the baby Charlene, as he and Carol had discussed, and affectionately nicknamed her Charlie. For what it was worth, Charles did a pretty good job of raising the girl, especially since he was on his own and had absolutely no experience with kids whatsoever. He recieved a little bit of help from his own mother and Carol's two sisters, but it wasn't the kind of help he needed. What he needed was financial help, and it was something he wouldn't get until Charlie was old enough to work and bring some meager money in.
So Charlie attended school. And after school, at least when she had turned 13 and was deemed old enough, she went to work at a little corner store, selling nothing more than cigars and candy. It wasn't much, but Charles and Charlie lived all right. Never in the lap of luxury, but they both did quite well with it. Charlie was more than often left on her own at the flat as her father went out to get whatever fish he could catch, and that made her quite self-sufficient. As the girl grew up, she grew into a mode of things and a want for idividuality. So, without consulting her father, she got some hair dye and went crazy with it, first with black and then bleach and then, eventually, pink. Her father, who wasn't exactly a model dad, did nothing other than shake his head with a tiny grin when he saw what she had done. He didn't want to hold her back, because she always had one card to play: the card where her mother was dead.
When Charlie was sixteen, things started to change. She found out about her ability in the most subtle of ways. Her hair, which was originally pink at the time of the incident, started changing. Every day, the shade would alter the tiniest bit, until it was a noticeable shift in color. It was turning bright green. At first Charlie thought that maybe it was because of the hair dye she had used, but as she was concentrating on wishing her hair was back to the lovely pink she had grown fond of, it surprisingly changed before her eyes as she looked into the mirror.
Charlie, who was always looking for a reason to be different from others, took this ability in stride. It wasn't until she was 18 that she figured she might tell her father about it. He, having never heard of the Tainted or of anyone having any sort of ability like Charlie described, shrugged the thing off and attributed it to teenage dramatics, refusing to believe her. She didn't pursue the topic, of course, and started saving her money. She wanted to leave, go somewhere else, find anyone else who could tell her what exactly her being able to change her appearance like that meant. Her revelation wasn't far away - one night in the corner shop, as Charlie sat alone behind the counter, she began experimenting with her ability, as she was wont to do when she was alone. Or, she thought she was alone. She would later deem it fortunate that there was someone else in the shop, unbeknownst to her, and he had been watching her. Charlie didn't recall a name, nor did she recall being given a name, but the man talked to her and explained that he, himself, had abilities. Control over water, he said. And he told her everything he knew about the Tainted. And the fact that there were many more like her somewhere else in France.
Charlie didn't hesitate to move to Sanglignée when she was just turning 19. Her father, never a good father, didn't put up much resistance, and was only able to mention once that Charlie's 'mother would have wanted' her to stay with her father. Charlie snapped at her father and bluntly told him that he had no idea what her mother would have wanted, because he hardly knew her. And that was the last time anything like that was brought up between them, and the last time they spoke. Charlie was gone the next day, wardrobe and all other belongings in tow. And she went to Sanglignée.
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RP Sample: The Favinger family had definitely moved up in the world. Luckily for Connor, who wanted only the best for himself. The old factory his father had worked at had been bought a good decade ago, and with a little persuasion, Frank Favinger had convinced the new buyers that he had what it took to be in management for the place, instead of a laborer. That brought in a good amount of money, and along with Connor's mother's income from being a travel agent, the two lived comfortably. And so did Connor, as it were. His father, ever since revealing to his son his own powers and watching Connor discover his own, thought it was still his responsibility to provide for the 21-year-old. And provide very well. Connor, who had no sense of gratitude and more laziness than was normal for a human being, took the donations automatically, happily, and without the tiniest bit of gratitude. He knew he could very well find himself a job, especially with his brains and charms, but why waste the time and effort? Why insult his father's charity by making his own money? No... Connor was perfectly content in receiving and not giving. Perfectly content indeed.
The car Connor drove was a direct reflection of that. A 2008 Chevrolet Corvette, dark orange and full of all the luxuries a young man could ever dream of. Of course, he had only gotten this lovely new car after drunkenly driving his other one, a 2006 Lancer Evo, into a tree. He had come out of it unharmed and only a bit shaken, but the fucking thing wouldn't start after that. So he scrapped it and asked Daddy Dearest to buy him another. And he never had to ask twice for anything. So he drove in only the best, and had practically been driving the thing since the day he got it. Anything to get out of that town, at least for a few hours. For the longest time, he had tried to convince himself that moving there was the best decision he had ever made. It was a quaint place, full of people just like him. But that was just it. Quaint was not something Connor Favinger did very well, and that could be seen by his flashy car and rich clothes and aristocratic attitude (although exactly where the aristocracy came from, he had no idea - his entire bloodline had been middle-class for centuries, all up until his own parents who only got their glamourous life because of one little technicality). And the people that were apparently just like him? They were non-existent, and were instead replaced with idiots and social miscreants and religious fanatics and hopeless parasites that could hardly interest Connor, what with his short attention span and desire for pretty things.
Unfortunately, Connor was heading back to San after an enjoyable afternoon... then night... then morning elsewhere and with people whose names he couldn't remember. His new car took the turns on the back roads wonderfully and purred beneath him in a way that had him thinking he would never love anything in the world except that machine. And the way things were going, that thought wasn't too far off. As Connor's car turned a corner, his headlights (which were turned on because of the light drizzle that had started only seconds before) hit a stopped vehicle, one whose tires were turned strangely and had telltale signs of spinning out of control. Connor, at first, had every intention of driving on and ignoring the sight, remembering that 'good Samaritan' wasn't exactly in his job description, but then he realized that the car must have been driving out of San. So perhaps it was someone he knew, or at least someone he recognized. Curiosity was the only reason Connor pulled over to the side of the road and got out of his car. The weather wasn't exactly kind - it being winter, the air was crisp, cold, clean, and entirely unpleasant, and had Connor pulling his jacket a little closer. The rain wasn't helping matters, either.
Connor approached the car. It was a piece of shit, really, and would have given Connor reason enough to just head back to his car if his curiosity wasn't reeling him in successfully. One eyebrow raised, he looked inside the slightly foggy driver's-side window and saw a blond-haired someone draped over the steering wheel. An entirely indifferent look still gracing his features, the young Irishman leaned forward to give the figure a more scrutinizing look. He recognized that hair from somewhere. And what he could see of the face was striking a familiar chord in him as well. And after another few seconds of examination, Connor realized who it was. God's right-hand woman herself, Audrey Pascall. How charming. And to think she was the one being 'saved' now. With a sigh that indicated this was much more trouble than the Bible-thumping banshee was worth, Gale reached out with his leather glove-clad hand and pulled the door handle. Much to his annoyance, the thing was locked. Connor had a fleeting idea to just break the window in, but decided against it. After all, he enjoyed his hands injury-free. Instead, he rapped on the window with his knuckles and called out, "Hey. Nap time's over. God's calling." His voice was loud and characteristically bored, although there was a hardly detectable edge of bitterness to it.
Character Model: Audrey Kitching |
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