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"If you break before me, I swear that I will take away your pain and worry. I'll bring the light back to you." - Cevilain, Better Angels
5 yrs ago
Bio: All Charlotte remembers is foster homes, orphanages and alleyways. Abandoned at birth, she was raised in an orphanage by a rather mean lady who shouldn’t have been working there. Her childhood wasn’t a pleasant one, and as soon as she was able to go to school, she left the horrid place. She lived on the streets for three years, attending school and although her marks were nothing close to stellar, she scraped by. She spent each night scrounging for food and doing homework at the local library, often not completing her homework anyways.
After years of living on the streets, she decided to return to the orphanage, which to her surprise had changed owners and the new lady in charge was much nicer. Charlotte’s school grades went up and she was able to get three good meals a day, rather than one not so great one. The day came where prospective couples came in to adopt, and Charlotte began a new chapter in her life.
The first couple was alright. They taught her how to cook, how to sew and her adopted father, being a police officer, taught her how to shoot. Christmas came and went, and the couple had spoiled her. New clothes, new shoes and a pair of boots, along with a teddy bear and three months worth of guitar lessons. Life was good, at least for a while.
One night, the husband and wife had gotten into an argument. Charlotte came out of her room to see her adopted father slap his wife. Charlotte had never ran so fast in her life. She grabbed a hoodie and stuffed a few shirts into her bag, along with the teddy bear. She waited until they had both left the kitchen, before running in and grabbing a few cans of soda, a box of crackers and a hunting knife that her father had stashed in the drawer. She turned to run out the door, speeding by her adoptive mother, almost knocking her over. She left and never turned back, living on the streets and hunkering down in alleyways at night, knife clutched in her hand.
Inventory:
Messenger Bag: A bag she saved up for for half her life. Still in very good condition as she takes very good care of it. Made of durable fabric with one main pouch and a few smaller ones. - Cans of assorted pop x 5 - A box of crackers, half eaten - A few bucks in change - Disposable water bottle x 2 - Running shoes - A roll of duct tape - A spare hoodie - A red ballcap
A candy bar and pre-made sandwich lay on the counter, the slight jingle of coins resonating across the convenience store as Charlotte reached into her pocket, placing exact change onto the counter, not saying a word. As she grabbed her items, placing them into her bag, the cashier looked at her “Where are your parents dear? Surely you aren’t here alone.” her accent wasn’t normal for this area, a hint of spanish in it, or at least Charlotte thought it was spanish.
“What should I say?” she thought, her mind racing through possible outcomes for everything she could think to say “...They’re out in the car, across the street.” she replied, before promptly walking off, hoping she wouldn’t stop her. Her mind was racing. She had been on her own for...was it three years now? No one had asked her about her parents, not once. “What happens if-- no. Charlotte, cool it. You’re fine. Put your hand out and open the door.” she thought. The little bell above the door jingled as she left the store. Her stomach growled, but she had to conserve her food, she knew that much.
She was soon crossing the street into Grand Central Park, not exactly sure where she was going now, but she needed to do something. Doing nothing drove her nuts, like laying in bed, listening to the dripping of a faucet left on, urging yourself to turn it off but not wanting to leave at the same time. She strolled through the park and sat down on a bench to enjoy her favorite activity. People watching. She placed her bag down beside her, looking around. In the field there were a few guys, grade ten or eleven she guessed, tossing a football. To the left of them, a couple having a picnic. “Probably on a date.” she guessed to herself. She looked to the right of the field. An ice cream vendor rode around on his bike, a quiet happy tune played as if to capture people’s attention and control them, much like a snake charmer and his pipe.
She heard a scream, quickly spinning around. A man, completely naked, had tackled a young boy who was struggling under the weight. Was that-- no. “He couldn’t possibly be...oh my god…” she whispered to herself. The man was, just like the news reporter had said, gnawing on the boy’s face, who had now fallen silent. “...What did they call this…..bath salts..?” she said, half in disbelief. She looked around, most people had fled the scene, but a few still lingered probably wondering what was going on. Charlotte grabbed her knife holding it in a shaky hand, then began to run at the...whatever that thing was.
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“Charlotte, I need you to tell me exactly what you saw.”
The police station was chaos. Only an hour later and people were acting like it was the end of the world. Charlotte just stared at the table in disbelief, her brown eyes unwavering. A few droplets of blood were sprayed across her face and shirt from the encounter before the police had arrived. They had taken her into custody as she had no legal guardian.
“Charlotte dear, anything you know may be able to help the situation.”
News reporters could be heard outside the station as they squabbled like seagulls on french fries, trying to get comments from anyone involved. Charlotte just covered her ears, trying to drown out the world, trying to feel safe. She was terrified. What had she done….had she killed someone? Would it be considered murder if he wasn’t human in the first place? All these questions, she felt like her head was going to explode.
“I killed it!” she practically screamed. The whole station went quiet, turning towards Charlotte. “I killed it because it was attacking a little boy….no one was doing anything.” She hides her head again, tears now streaming down her face. Her heart pounded. She hated being the center of attention, hated the crowds, the noise.
Lexi opens her eyes, the bright light of the afternoon sun causing her to hide back under the covers "Stayed up way too late...but it was worth it." she thought, poking her head out again. She sticks her legs out from under the covers and looks at her phone "Damn...one thirty already....I think I need coffee.." she opens her curtains, stretching her arms. She walks over to the kitchen, grabbing her bath robe along the way, sliding it over her slender shoulders. She instinctively grabs a mug from the drainboard and goes to grab the coffee pot, going through the motions of pouring herself a glass before looking down and realising it was empty. Lexi sighs "Guess we're not having coffee at this particular moment..." She walks back to her bed, slipping on a plaid skirt and white blouse, before grabbing her usual black hoodie and throwing it on over top. Lexi slides her knee high riding boots on and grabs her keys, walking over to her side table. She puts her earbuds in and grabs her phone, hitting "shuffle" before pulling her hood up and beginning her walk to Mochavine, grabbing her messenger bag on the way out.
She would ignore most of the outside world, lightly bobbing her head every time a good part in a song came on. Her light green dyed hair hangs out of her hoodie a bit, blowing lightly in the breeze. "What was it...five hours till my shift starts...six?" she mutters quietly to herself, glancing up for a second and narrowly missing a young woman "Oh...pardon me.." She keeps walking in silence, turning the corner, the Cafe now in view. She walks up to the door, walking and ignoring the people, sitting in a corner and pulling down her hood a bit. She pulls out one earbud to hear her surroundings, but clearly isn't paying attention to the others.
Likes: Sketching with pencils, quiet time to herself, wearing her riding style boots, coffee and toast in the morning, dark chocolate, intricately designed dresses and skirts, playing piano and guitar, chinese food, crime drama TV shows and anime, music in general, and her headphones.
Dislikes: People watching her while she draws, having to answer questions in class, asparagus, people who fake liking things to impress another, having to clean up after other people, bugs
Party Trick: Lexi is deadly accurate with throwing knives and loves to show it off.
Profession: Lexi is a waitress and occasionally a dancer at Club Lush, however in her off time she takes art commissions to earn some extra money.
Personality: Growing up, Lexi was a lonely child. Her parents were big shot doctors and always wanted her to get a good education and follow in their footsteps, but Lexi didn’t want any of that. She always loved music, the way it just took her away from the struggles of real life and let her relax. Her parents agreed to get her piano lessons and in just over a year, she finished her lessons and was able to play flawlessly. Time went on and her parents began to argue, eventually the only way Lexi could get away from it was to lose herself in her music, where she began to teach herself guitar. Eventually, after months of the arguing and the yelling, her parents got a divorce and Lexi took her guitar and her sketchbook and left to live on her own, wherever that may be.
Fast Forward six years, Lexi is living in a small apartment with room for two more. She goes to classes during the day, taking art and music primarily to pass the time. When night falls however, her personality change is black and white. She lives the life of the party, working as a waitress and dancer at Club Lush, where the music is good and the drinks pour like water. Her shy and quiet self goes out the window and she becomes a completely different person.
Heya guys, just saying hey and thought I'd introduce myself to all you cool peeps. My name is-- WHOAH, I don't know you guys that well, gosh! To think, you wanted to know my real name...
ANYWHO! Hiya, I'm ChaoticFox, a veteran MCRP'r (Minecraft Roleplayer) and just a roleplayer in general. I've been an active member in the MCRP community for three years now, though under a different name that I do not feel like disclosing here. Regardless, I love to RP and MCRP has gotten a bit stale now, so I thought I'd stop by and say hey. Who knows, maybe I'll end up staying.
Likes: Sketching with pencils, quiet time to herself, wearing her riding style boots, coffee and toast in the morning, dark chocolate, intricately designed dresses and skirts, playing piano and guitar, chinese food, crime drama TV shows and anime, music in general, and her headphones.
Dislikes: People watching her while she draws, having to answer questions in class, asparagus, people who fake liking things to impress another, having to clean up after other people, bugs
Party Trick: Lexi is deadly accurate with throwing knives and loves to show it off.
Profession: Lexi is a waitress and occasionally a dancer at Club Lush, however in her off time she takes art commissions to earn some extra money.
Personality: Growing up, Lexi was a lonely child. Her parents were big shot doctors and always wanted her to get a good education and follow in their footsteps, but Lexi didn’t want any of that. She always loved music, the way it just took her away from the struggles of real life and let her relax. Her parents agreed to get her piano lessons and in just over a year, she finished her lessons and was able to play flawlessly. Time went on and her parents began to argue, eventually the only way Lexi could get away from it was to lose herself in her music, where she began to teach herself guitar. Eventually, after months of the arguing and the yelling, her parents got a divorce and Lexi took her guitar and her sketchbook and left to live on her own, wherever that may be.
Fast Forward six years, Lexi is living in a small apartment with room for two more. She goes to classes during the day, taking art and music primarily to pass the time. When night falls however, her personality change is black and white. She lives the life of the party, working as a waitress and dancer at Club Lush, where the music is good and the drinks pour like water. Her shy and quiet self goes out the window and she becomes a completely different person.