Post by Charlie Wrighte on Jul 11, 2008 20:03:34 GMT -5
'Charlize Amanda Wrighte;
'Things are Shaping Up to Be Pretty Odd;
About The Character
Name: Charlize Wrighte
Nicknames: Charlie
Age: 16
Birthdate: April 2nd
Gender: Female
School Year: Junior
School: Lucy Madison
Sexual Orientation: Straight
'What You Do on Your Own Time's Just Fine;
Likes:
Adventure
Water/Swimming
Drawing
Chocolate
Reading
Laughing
Her school
Her friends
Wandering the town
When the sun sets
Dislikes:
Being bossed around
Clowns
Mean girls
Tomatoes
School work
Mornings
Fighting
Rumors
Spiders
History
Hobbies:
Drawing
Swimming
Habits:
Playing with her hair
Biting her nails
Goals:
To go to college
Fears:
Spiders
Drowning
Sharks
General Personality:Charlie is somewhat easily described when it comes to her personality. She is nice to everyone she meets, unless a person gives off the idea that Charlie will not like them. She is very friendly but doesn't usually go out of her way to talk to people, she does enjoy talking to random people though. She likes to laugh, she enjoys seeing anything funny. She has a good sense of humor so anything the slightest bit funny she will laugh at, also because she tends to laugh too much sometimes and will laugh at anything.
From her father she inherited his stubborn-ness. She is very stubborn and doesn't usually take no for an answer and because of that, she is pretty persuasive. Also she tends to have a temper, when she gets angry at someone or something, it usually takes awhile for her to cool down. Because of this she can get mean really fast, but it usually takes a lot to get her temper going but sometimes hardly anything at all can trigger it. She enjoys to hangout with her friends, but also enjoys just being alone. She likes to wander, so she can usually be found wandering the town alone or with a friend.
'You Are My Heroine;
Looks Like: Kristen Stewart
Appearance: Charlie has red hair that tends to look a light yet dark brown color. It mainly depends on the time of year, for her hair color. Her eyes are a very bright blue, and she really likes the fact that her eyes are the same color that her mother's were. She is thin, and she is somewhat tall but not too tall. She enjoys just keeping her hair hanging down and would rather not put it up. She is strong, she has a lot of muscle but just from looking at her you wouldn't be able to guess that she's strong. She is a lot stronger than she looks. And her ears are pierced, but she hardly wears earrings.
Clothing Style: Charlie's clothing style is like any girls style yet it isn't at the same time. She wears jeans and a cute shirt most days, while others she will simply wear a tee shirt and hoodie. There are days when she will dress up a bit and throw a dress or a skirt with a cute top on. Yet sometimes she just wants to be comfortable and will simply wear something easy like shorts and a tank-top. Sometimes she goes along with what's cool at the time, but most the time she doesn't care what's "in fashion." She just cares about what she feels like wearing, and that's how her dressing style works. She wears what she feels like at the time.
'The Hours That Were Left Behind;
Family:
Amanda (Grayson) Wrighte -- Mom
Timothy Wrighte -- Dad
Jason Wrighte -- Older brother [18; Senior]
Robbie Wrighte -- Younger brother [15; Sophomore]
History:
Charlie was born on April 2nd, to her parents Tim and Amanda Wrighte. She was the second born Wrighte child and soon to be the only girl in the family besides their mother. Her parents were thrilled when they had Jason, but her mother was even happier once Charlize was born. She finally had the little girl she had always wanted. But that wasn't necessarily the case.
As Charlize grew up, she took a liking to playing with the boys. Her brothers didn't really mind since she wasn't all that girly anyway. So she was set. Her best friends were her two brothers and their friends. She had fun playing outside with them, doing what the boys do. They went to parks, and playgrounds and just had fun on the front lawn. But her mother didn't like it. She didn't want her little girl to become a tomboy. So she began to try to change her, keeping her inside when the boys went out to play. But it never ended up working, Charlie would find a way outside one way or another.
But eventually as they got a bit older, Charlie finally began to make friends that were girls. She still has best friends that are boys but she's more girly now, than she used to be. And she is fine with that, and so is her mother. She isn't best friends with her brothers anymore, they are friends, but not as close as they used to be where they hung out every second of the day. But they are very close to eachother.
'Imagine Knowing Me;
About you
Name: Nicole
Age: 16
Experience: a year
Contact: in my profile
Other:
How You Found This Site: Stop, Look, and Listen
RP Sample:
Entering the Hog's Head, Taylor took a quick look around. Empty. The way she liked it. Even the owner never seemed to be around. It was here, that she always found quiet and peace. It was here, where she always went off to when trips to Hogsmede came along. And it was here, that she was planning on staying for the day. She didn't want to go home tonight. It was her birthday and she didn't want to be there when her father came home drunk. She didn't want to be there for him to beat her and call her names and blame her for her mother's death. But it had been her fault hadn't it? It was her fault she ran into the forest behind their house. It was her fault that she was there and the werewolf attacked. It was her fault that her mother had been killed that day. The day of her eleventh birthday. The day her life changed forever.
Taylor shuddered at the thought of her drunken father. Slurring his shouts as he threw her across the house. Shouting out profanities against her. Blaming her for his wife's death. Blaming her for the fact they had no money. Blaming her that he had to live with a creature so horrid as a werewolf. She got the chills as she thought of just last year on her birthday. But quickly she shook her head, erasing the thoughts from her mind. She didn't want to think of those horrid days. The horrid nights. Her horrid life as a werewolf.
Of course no one knew. No one but the school professors of course. She supposed that not even all of them knew about it either. Just the potions teacher, and the nurse. And of course the head master. The head master was the one who let her into the school, even after finding out that she was indeed a werewolf. How kind it was. For if she couldn't have been let in, she didn't know what she would have done living at home with her dad all the time. Just the summer was horrible enough. And the monthly visit from him, to make sure she stayed in line and never told anyone of her secret. And of course he was the reason she had no friends. He was the reason for everything. Except the death of her mother, he had so kindly planted it in her head, that her mother's death was all her fault. And that she was a murderer. What a kind father, indeed.
She slowly and quietly crept over to a chair in the corner of the small room. It was empty and quiet. And no one hardly ever came in here. And it was to her surprise after ten or so minutes that someone should open the door. She didn't dare look up though. She was planning to stay well hidden in the corner. It was something she was good at. Staying hidden. She did it everyday. She hid from her father. She hid from kids at school. She hid from the full moon. Though hiding from the moon, never seemed to work as she would like it too. But she still tried her best. And she did have that handy potion that helped her to not transform at the times of the full moon. She listened as the person shut the door and entered the room more. Who was it that entered? She didn't know because she didn't look up from her hands that were in her lap..