Post by Charlie Zoe on Jul 10, 2007 12:09:37 GMT -5
((Eh, I couldn't figure out where to post this. So please, don't eat me for putting it here. I looked, and it says nowhere were to place a profile before it's accepted...))
Full Character Name:Charlie Zoe Vogue
Character Gender:Female
First Grade Preference:Junior
Second Grade Preference:Sophomore
Character's Looks/Physical Description:
Normally seen wearing a black turtle neck and a black beanie that her long curly brown hair is pulled up in. Wears baggy pants and prefers skate shoes. Wears a vest over her turtle neck many days. If she's not wearing a turtle neck, she's wearing her black hoodie, usually with the hood up.
Picture:
-model: Margarita Levieva-
i161.photobucket.com/albums/t204/MsDecember_2007/Camera%20Photos/Margarita%20Levieva/6.jpg
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Personality:
Doesn't let anyone scare her or boss her around. She silently will do her work in class, but don't expect anything beyond what's done in her class, she doesn't do homework. Owning many nicknames, which include: CZ, Collector, Vague, Zoe, Charlie Zoe, Klepto. Suffers from Kleptomania, not really suffers, she made a large profit off it daily at her old school. To sum her up, The Klepto Bully.
History:
Born into a low-class family, CZ is used to being evicted and moving and some pretty nasty stuff that a kid shouldn't know. Her father beat his family and worked two jobs, hardly bringing in very much money for the family. Her mother stayed at home and smoked, drank, clipped coupons, and applied for food stamps and the sort. When CZ turned eight, she received a little brother, whom is the only one in the family that CZ truly cares about. After running away a few times, being sentenced to jail time for her klepto problems, and attending public school for years, CZ was finally given relief. Her grandmother, who CZ was told had died before she was born, came from nowhere and sent CZ and Damion, CZ's little brother, away to private schools. Getting them free from the hard life they knew at home. They haven't heard from home since they were separated into their schools.
Special talents:
"Collects" electronics and then re-sells them to other students. A very intelligent girl, with an IQ of 196, but doesn't use it. Has a knack for picking locks.
Role Playing Example:
Full Character Name:Charlie Zoe Vogue
Character Gender:Female
First Grade Preference:Junior
Second Grade Preference:Sophomore
Character's Looks/Physical Description:
Normally seen wearing a black turtle neck and a black beanie that her long curly brown hair is pulled up in. Wears baggy pants and prefers skate shoes. Wears a vest over her turtle neck many days. If she's not wearing a turtle neck, she's wearing her black hoodie, usually with the hood up.
Picture:
-model: Margarita Levieva-
i161.photobucket.com/albums/t204/MsDecember_2007/Camera%20Photos/Margarita%20Levieva/6.jpg
i161.photobucket.com/albums/t204/MsDecember_2007/Camera%20Photos/Margarita%20Levieva/2260853.jpg
Personality:
Doesn't let anyone scare her or boss her around. She silently will do her work in class, but don't expect anything beyond what's done in her class, she doesn't do homework. Owning many nicknames, which include: CZ, Collector, Vague, Zoe, Charlie Zoe, Klepto. Suffers from Kleptomania, not really suffers, she made a large profit off it daily at her old school. To sum her up, The Klepto Bully.
History:
Born into a low-class family, CZ is used to being evicted and moving and some pretty nasty stuff that a kid shouldn't know. Her father beat his family and worked two jobs, hardly bringing in very much money for the family. Her mother stayed at home and smoked, drank, clipped coupons, and applied for food stamps and the sort. When CZ turned eight, she received a little brother, whom is the only one in the family that CZ truly cares about. After running away a few times, being sentenced to jail time for her klepto problems, and attending public school for years, CZ was finally given relief. Her grandmother, who CZ was told had died before she was born, came from nowhere and sent CZ and Damion, CZ's little brother, away to private schools. Getting them free from the hard life they knew at home. They haven't heard from home since they were separated into their schools.
Special talents:
"Collects" electronics and then re-sells them to other students. A very intelligent girl, with an IQ of 196, but doesn't use it. Has a knack for picking locks.
Role Playing Example:
I keep closing my eyes but I can't block you out...
She that there silently, the look of disgust on her face clearly said she didn't want to be here. Her deep hazel eyes showed hatred toward the man that sat before her. He was a mess, though he looked as though he was dressed in work clothes. She glared at him for a few more moments, then stood quickly, he followed, his eyes baring down on her from eight inches above. The girl spun on her heel and vanished through a bedroom door, her light brown hair wishing up behind her as she spun.
Daddy looking at me...
"Charlie Zoe Vogue!"
He shouted after her as she slammed the door. Pictures rattled against the walls with the force she used, chipping at the already dead and peeling paint.
I keep asking myself, wondering how...
Charlie didn't reply, nor did she ever after she had been brought home after being arrested. A small boy sat on a bed adjacent from the one she laid down on. He looked frightened, not over eight or nine, his green eyes darted around the room and then landed on Charlie.
All the things she said...
"Charlie..." He said quietly, "Is daddy mad again?" He said it kind of innocently, more like he didn't know truly what was going on. So it was innocence, but ignorance.
This is not enough...
Her eyes shot to the boy, then a soft smile played her lips, "Oh, Damion." She rolled over on her bed and slid off, sitting next to Damion on his bed now. Placing a comforting arm around his shoulder, Charlie half hugged him. "We'll be outta here soon, I promise." She didn't tell him if her father was mad or not. Why scare the boy. Gently, Charlie kissed Damion's forehead. "We'll be ok."
Will I ever be free?
The door flew open. Seconds later a beer bottle shattered behind Charlie and Damion. Charlie placed a firm hand on the center of Damion's chest, shoving him back, causing him to fall over and onto the floor. He groaned in pain, but he didn't dare shed a tear. She stood up, tall and broad. A look of pure hatred on her face. Then her drunken father slugged her, hooking her in the cheek bone. Charlie fell back, her hair surrounded her face as she did so. Her tight curls free falling with her. Crashing to the bed, Charlie grimaced, but pushed herself up. Damion whimpered from his place on the floor, covering his head with his hands.
Yes, I've lost my mind...
"You've caused this family enough trouble, I want you out!"
He bellowed. Pointing to the door. His beer-gut hung over his belt, it was sickening to look at him. His shirt could no longer be tucked in over it, his pants had to be let out so many times that the tailor had to add more fabric.
Have I crossed the line?
From the sleeve of her turtleneck slid a small mass of blue and black. Charlie tossed her hair from her face, revealing that her cheek was now split open from his class ring. Her eye had already begun to swell, it would be a nice shiner for some time. From the handle slid a sharp blade, folding out and snapping into place.
"I wont leave without Damion."
Tell me what do you see?
"You're leaving. And you are not taking my son!"
He spat back, his pug-like face beginning to turn red from anger.
Mother looking at me...
"He's not your son."
Chimed in a woman, who then ducked out of way from the door before she could be seen. The large man growled, then spun and shot out the door. Seconds later came their mother's cries of agony and begging for mercy.
Being with you has opened my eyes...
Charlie closed her knife and then quickly walked around the bed, pulling Damion up. Checking to make sure the fall hadn't hurt him. She gently hugged him again. Then ran to her own bed, pulling out a black duffel bag. She tossed a few articles of clothing in, a small wad of cash joined it, a large brown envelope did as well. She then zipped it up.
"Charlie, are you leaving again?"
Damion asked, sitting on the edge of her bed. Their room had almost nothing. There were two beds, two nightstands, a dresser, and some of Damion's toys. They never had much.
I can try to pretend, I can try to forget...
Sliding her vest on as she stepped around the bed, Charlie brushed Damion's shaggy blond hair from his face. He had few of their mother's features, and none of her father's. they were only half siblings, but Charlie loved him more than she ever would if they were full siblings.
"I promise I'll be back soon."
She promised many a thing to her brother, and she only hope that they would all be fulfilled some day. If not by her, then by some saint that would save Damion in the least from this place. She pulled her hair up into a bun, then slid her beanie on, entirely hiding her hair from view. She reached around Damion, grabbing her bag, then she kissed his cheek.
And I'm all mixed up, feeling cornered and rushed...
Without anymore words, she pushed their window up, and slid out it and onto the fire escape. The rattling of the old and rusty metal could be heard as she bolted down them. The shouts of her mother followed after her as she landed in the alley and ran, she would have her freedom.
I'm in serious shit, I feel totally lost
She that there silently, the look of disgust on her face clearly said she didn't want to be here. Her deep hazel eyes showed hatred toward the man that sat before her. He was a mess, though he looked as though he was dressed in work clothes. She glared at him for a few more moments, then stood quickly, he followed, his eyes baring down on her from eight inches above. The girl spun on her heel and vanished through a bedroom door, her light brown hair wishing up behind her as she spun.
Daddy looking at me...
"Charlie Zoe Vogue!"
He shouted after her as she slammed the door. Pictures rattled against the walls with the force she used, chipping at the already dead and peeling paint.
I keep asking myself, wondering how...
Charlie didn't reply, nor did she ever after she had been brought home after being arrested. A small boy sat on a bed adjacent from the one she laid down on. He looked frightened, not over eight or nine, his green eyes darted around the room and then landed on Charlie.
All the things she said...
"Charlie..." He said quietly, "Is daddy mad again?" He said it kind of innocently, more like he didn't know truly what was going on. So it was innocence, but ignorance.
This is not enough...
Her eyes shot to the boy, then a soft smile played her lips, "Oh, Damion." She rolled over on her bed and slid off, sitting next to Damion on his bed now. Placing a comforting arm around his shoulder, Charlie half hugged him. "We'll be outta here soon, I promise." She didn't tell him if her father was mad or not. Why scare the boy. Gently, Charlie kissed Damion's forehead. "We'll be ok."
Will I ever be free?
The door flew open. Seconds later a beer bottle shattered behind Charlie and Damion. Charlie placed a firm hand on the center of Damion's chest, shoving him back, causing him to fall over and onto the floor. He groaned in pain, but he didn't dare shed a tear. She stood up, tall and broad. A look of pure hatred on her face. Then her drunken father slugged her, hooking her in the cheek bone. Charlie fell back, her hair surrounded her face as she did so. Her tight curls free falling with her. Crashing to the bed, Charlie grimaced, but pushed herself up. Damion whimpered from his place on the floor, covering his head with his hands.
Yes, I've lost my mind...
"You've caused this family enough trouble, I want you out!"
He bellowed. Pointing to the door. His beer-gut hung over his belt, it was sickening to look at him. His shirt could no longer be tucked in over it, his pants had to be let out so many times that the tailor had to add more fabric.
Have I crossed the line?
From the sleeve of her turtleneck slid a small mass of blue and black. Charlie tossed her hair from her face, revealing that her cheek was now split open from his class ring. Her eye had already begun to swell, it would be a nice shiner for some time. From the handle slid a sharp blade, folding out and snapping into place.
"I wont leave without Damion."
Tell me what do you see?
"You're leaving. And you are not taking my son!"
He spat back, his pug-like face beginning to turn red from anger.
Mother looking at me...
"He's not your son."
Chimed in a woman, who then ducked out of way from the door before she could be seen. The large man growled, then spun and shot out the door. Seconds later came their mother's cries of agony and begging for mercy.
Being with you has opened my eyes...
Charlie closed her knife and then quickly walked around the bed, pulling Damion up. Checking to make sure the fall hadn't hurt him. She gently hugged him again. Then ran to her own bed, pulling out a black duffel bag. She tossed a few articles of clothing in, a small wad of cash joined it, a large brown envelope did as well. She then zipped it up.
"Charlie, are you leaving again?"
Damion asked, sitting on the edge of her bed. Their room had almost nothing. There were two beds, two nightstands, a dresser, and some of Damion's toys. They never had much.
I can try to pretend, I can try to forget...
Sliding her vest on as she stepped around the bed, Charlie brushed Damion's shaggy blond hair from his face. He had few of their mother's features, and none of her father's. they were only half siblings, but Charlie loved him more than she ever would if they were full siblings.
"I promise I'll be back soon."
She promised many a thing to her brother, and she only hope that they would all be fulfilled some day. If not by her, then by some saint that would save Damion in the least from this place. She pulled her hair up into a bun, then slid her beanie on, entirely hiding her hair from view. She reached around Damion, grabbing her bag, then she kissed his cheek.
And I'm all mixed up, feeling cornered and rushed...
Without anymore words, she pushed their window up, and slid out it and onto the fire escape. The rattling of the old and rusty metal could be heard as she bolted down them. The shouts of her mother followed after her as she landed in the alley and ran, she would have her freedom.
I'm in serious shit, I feel totally lost