Post by Charlotte Fitton on Apr 5, 2008 14:27:37 GMT
Name: Charlotte Fitton
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Birthday: April 20th 1991
Year: 6th
House: Glowers
Hometown: Birmingham
Description: Charlotte doesn't consider herself to be stunning, she thinks that she is an average girl, she'd not the most beautiful girl in the world, and she doesn't care, she's happy the way that she is.
Charlotte has medium length soft hair which falls a few inches past her shoulders, naturally it's wavy, but Charlotte makes sure to either put it up or straighten it. When she has enough money she would like to get it permed straight. He hair is a nich rich colour with blonde highlights. Eventually she plans to get it cut short.
There is one thing that bothers Charlotte though, her height. She is only 5ft 2 and many of her friends and family members are taller then her, so she feels quite insecure about her height, so she tries to wear heels a lot. Her height is the one thing she wishes she could change, apart from that she is content.
Personality:
Charlotte's personality is very disjointed, she has so many parts to her that its hard for even her to know who she truely is. Because of her past, it has broken Charlotte down and she finds that she is having to change a lot just to be accepted.
On one side, there is the shy and sensitive girl, who is quite nervous, she constantly longs for approval.. Charlotte reguarly hides this part of herself, because she doesn't want to appear 'weak'.
Then there's her happy go lucky side to her, she always has a smile on her face and a heart in her song. She is quite chatty and is always there for her friends, this is the part that most people see because Charlotte knows its the best one. However, some people find her a little crazy, but she doesn't care. She's happy the way that she is.
History:
When Charlotte was younger, she seemed perfectly fine. Nothing seemed to be wrong with her at all. She was always smiling and looked forward to things in life. But when she was four, she saw her mother have an epeleptic fit. At first she thought she had died, but thankfully she was okay. But that image stayed with her, and she became quite withdrawn from her mother.
Then the bullying began, once a happy child who loved school, Charlotte soon began moaning about going to school. Not wanting to get beaten up. Her parents tried everything to stop the bullying, but it never worked. And as she got bullied moe, she became more and more withdrawn.
Finally they moved, and Charlotte believed she had a new chance in life, but on her first day at her new school. People looked at her like she was some sort of alien. And the people who were meant to be looking after her abandoned her. A few days later the bullying started again. This time Charlotte gave up. She no longer had strength to fight against it
After a while though, in one of her final years of junior school. She made her first friends. People who had the same interests in her and didn't consider her to be a 'christian freak' The friends became close and Charlotte found that the bullying didn't bother her any more
She then moved onto secondary school and had to leave her younger friends behind, but they stayed in touch. Once again, Charlotte believed that with a new school she'd get a chance at a new life. She hadn't even said two words on her first day and already she was being bullied. She just couldn't understand
However, unlike last time. There were a few who were friends with her. But it wasn't enough to help her deal with the bullying. And when things got tough at home, with her mother having a stroke and family members dying. Charlotte began to self harm. Not badly, just scratches, her faith and the pain kept her from going too far. In her last year of secondary school, her friends began to abandon her. They wanted popularity and hanging out with her was stopping them. It was too much for Charlotte as she became quite distant to most people, and lost trust with a lot of others.
Charlotte had always been talented in Performing arts such as music and drama, so when a letter came inviting her to Brannigans she quickly accepted and the family moved again. Charlotte was happy to leave her life behind, and determined for the mistakes in her life not to happen again. She was too scared of being hurt to let that happen. She talked about her passions and talents and she was put into 'Glowers' where she has remained for numerous of years.
Roleplay sample: [taken from my HP site]
Watching as the women he still wished to love back away. He felt some guilt, watching her with his pleading eyes he shook with pain. He could hardly feel the body he was in anymore. He could hardly even see, Clandestine was but a faint outline. And her voice, a distant whisper. You're wrong. Loving two souls is possible
He looked up and watched as demonic wings came from her back. Dropping his jaw with shock and surprise he looked at her. She was so beautiful, so perfect! Why did this all have to be ruined? Why did he have to return to the shadows? Why couldn’t Clandestine understand his pain and torment? Could she not see that Dracul wanted her to himself? Could she not feel the anger and jealousy within him?
"You are wrong Darkness of Aeden Shaking more violently he dropped further to the ground, this was worse then death, because he knew that once he was gone, once he had returned to the shadows. It would take a lot to break out again. Hearing her chuckle, he looked up at her through his fading eyes and listened.
If it is impossible to love two souls... Then how could the one known as Dracul love me? Looking at her, he could feel the dark aura around her, almost like it was pulsing. Wishing to stay and fully know this beautiful creature he latched onto her dark aura and used it to feed himself. It wouldn't do much, maybe make them both feel a little tickle. But that was all.
Finally drawing on another darkness to be able to weaken the tremors of pain and see and hear the creature before him speak he smiled. Let me introduce myself... Gens Fatum Vesica. The Clan of the Destiny Blade. Watching as she stepped towards him, he felt her aura much more strongly and again tried to latch onto it. The longer she was here, the more likely it would be that he remained in control. Dracul, the human body and Darkness the eternal soul... How could you even speak the words of love to this being, not even fully knowing what she was
Smiling, a dark hiss came out of his voice. Like thunder, like true power itself. "Greetings to you." He said darkly, his voice shaking slightly due to the fact that he was slipping between two places. "It is good to finally meet you. I have longed wish to meet the one behind Clandestine's power. I have longed smelt you... and now finally i have met you. And i am pleased that i have." He said chuckling slightly. "A soul likes yours could almost rival my own."
This being returns to the battle tomorrow... And this being will likely not survive. He nodded in understanding. "So, it is true.... Clandestine is to die. I had seen visions of it, but thought it not to be true. Though the future is not set in stone, Clandestine rides into a battle that is unlikely to be won by her people." He said trying to get up. "And i do not wish her to go. But i am unable to stop her. You probably know of her stubborn ways." He said laughing. "She will not say no, nor will she back down."
How could this being even hope of survival... When the soul and the being she loves are soon to perish... If the one known as Lucinda wins, they all die... But is the one whom has no name wins... Then the being is gone, and so is part of what this being loves Snorting he looked up at her with his dark eyes and sighed. "Come, let us not talk of such things. As i said earlier, the future is not set in stone." He said coldly. "Who knows, maybe Dracul will survive, it is unlikely. But, maybe the gods will favour them both. And if not? Then I’m sure i can take another host... and we shall be together....forever."
Watching as she put her hand on his cheek, he closed his eyes and placed his hand on hers. How he wished he could feel it. Concentrating all his energy onto that one place, he felt a slight tickle. He could almost feel her. Sighing he nestled into the hand, wanting to feel her more. Wanting to feel more then the dark energy that surrounded her.
How can you say you love this being Darkness? If you have never even felt her until tonight? You used her power to work your way to fruition... You said so yourself... She has done nothing but love the being and the soul within it, the darkness and the host, something that those around would say was impossible, yet, she does... And you can't even return the love, because you can't even feel her He shook his head. "Am i truly to blame? You must know what its like, to be trapped within, unable to come out. Yes i used her as a source so i could exit. But when i bonded with her....when i bonded with you. I felt something i have never felt before.... whether that is love i shall never know." He said with a hint of sadness in his voice. "But i do know this, ever since that day. I have thought of nothing...and no one else."
"She would say goodbye... If words meant anything... Her body is a tool of the Clan... She was created from the blood of a Changeling and the Blood of a Carrier demon... She is meant to suffer... And yet, she hoped for the love of one with two souls... A love, that was impossible... She was such a fool. He frowned. "Blood of a changeling? I did not know this.... Dracul hasn't mentioned this to me.... then again, he does not mention many things to me. Usually i have to gain some control to find things out..... tell me.... what bloodline is the changeling? Is she one of the Sewell family line? Or is she of the Chahandra blood line?" He asked hoping to find out an answer. "Or has she no relation to Lucinda?".
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Birthday: April 20th 1991
Year: 6th
House: Glowers
Hometown: Birmingham
Description: Charlotte doesn't consider herself to be stunning, she thinks that she is an average girl, she'd not the most beautiful girl in the world, and she doesn't care, she's happy the way that she is.
Charlotte has medium length soft hair which falls a few inches past her shoulders, naturally it's wavy, but Charlotte makes sure to either put it up or straighten it. When she has enough money she would like to get it permed straight. He hair is a nich rich colour with blonde highlights. Eventually she plans to get it cut short.
There is one thing that bothers Charlotte though, her height. She is only 5ft 2 and many of her friends and family members are taller then her, so she feels quite insecure about her height, so she tries to wear heels a lot. Her height is the one thing she wishes she could change, apart from that she is content.
Personality:
Charlotte's personality is very disjointed, she has so many parts to her that its hard for even her to know who she truely is. Because of her past, it has broken Charlotte down and she finds that she is having to change a lot just to be accepted.
On one side, there is the shy and sensitive girl, who is quite nervous, she constantly longs for approval.. Charlotte reguarly hides this part of herself, because she doesn't want to appear 'weak'.
Then there's her happy go lucky side to her, she always has a smile on her face and a heart in her song. She is quite chatty and is always there for her friends, this is the part that most people see because Charlotte knows its the best one. However, some people find her a little crazy, but she doesn't care. She's happy the way that she is.
History:
When Charlotte was younger, she seemed perfectly fine. Nothing seemed to be wrong with her at all. She was always smiling and looked forward to things in life. But when she was four, she saw her mother have an epeleptic fit. At first she thought she had died, but thankfully she was okay. But that image stayed with her, and she became quite withdrawn from her mother.
Then the bullying began, once a happy child who loved school, Charlotte soon began moaning about going to school. Not wanting to get beaten up. Her parents tried everything to stop the bullying, but it never worked. And as she got bullied moe, she became more and more withdrawn.
Finally they moved, and Charlotte believed she had a new chance in life, but on her first day at her new school. People looked at her like she was some sort of alien. And the people who were meant to be looking after her abandoned her. A few days later the bullying started again. This time Charlotte gave up. She no longer had strength to fight against it
After a while though, in one of her final years of junior school. She made her first friends. People who had the same interests in her and didn't consider her to be a 'christian freak' The friends became close and Charlotte found that the bullying didn't bother her any more
She then moved onto secondary school and had to leave her younger friends behind, but they stayed in touch. Once again, Charlotte believed that with a new school she'd get a chance at a new life. She hadn't even said two words on her first day and already she was being bullied. She just couldn't understand
However, unlike last time. There were a few who were friends with her. But it wasn't enough to help her deal with the bullying. And when things got tough at home, with her mother having a stroke and family members dying. Charlotte began to self harm. Not badly, just scratches, her faith and the pain kept her from going too far. In her last year of secondary school, her friends began to abandon her. They wanted popularity and hanging out with her was stopping them. It was too much for Charlotte as she became quite distant to most people, and lost trust with a lot of others.
Charlotte had always been talented in Performing arts such as music and drama, so when a letter came inviting her to Brannigans she quickly accepted and the family moved again. Charlotte was happy to leave her life behind, and determined for the mistakes in her life not to happen again. She was too scared of being hurt to let that happen. She talked about her passions and talents and she was put into 'Glowers' where she has remained for numerous of years.
Roleplay sample: [taken from my HP site]
Watching as the women he still wished to love back away. He felt some guilt, watching her with his pleading eyes he shook with pain. He could hardly feel the body he was in anymore. He could hardly even see, Clandestine was but a faint outline. And her voice, a distant whisper. You're wrong. Loving two souls is possible
He looked up and watched as demonic wings came from her back. Dropping his jaw with shock and surprise he looked at her. She was so beautiful, so perfect! Why did this all have to be ruined? Why did he have to return to the shadows? Why couldn’t Clandestine understand his pain and torment? Could she not see that Dracul wanted her to himself? Could she not feel the anger and jealousy within him?
"You are wrong Darkness of Aeden Shaking more violently he dropped further to the ground, this was worse then death, because he knew that once he was gone, once he had returned to the shadows. It would take a lot to break out again. Hearing her chuckle, he looked up at her through his fading eyes and listened.
If it is impossible to love two souls... Then how could the one known as Dracul love me? Looking at her, he could feel the dark aura around her, almost like it was pulsing. Wishing to stay and fully know this beautiful creature he latched onto her dark aura and used it to feed himself. It wouldn't do much, maybe make them both feel a little tickle. But that was all.
Finally drawing on another darkness to be able to weaken the tremors of pain and see and hear the creature before him speak he smiled. Let me introduce myself... Gens Fatum Vesica. The Clan of the Destiny Blade. Watching as she stepped towards him, he felt her aura much more strongly and again tried to latch onto it. The longer she was here, the more likely it would be that he remained in control. Dracul, the human body and Darkness the eternal soul... How could you even speak the words of love to this being, not even fully knowing what she was
Smiling, a dark hiss came out of his voice. Like thunder, like true power itself. "Greetings to you." He said darkly, his voice shaking slightly due to the fact that he was slipping between two places. "It is good to finally meet you. I have longed wish to meet the one behind Clandestine's power. I have longed smelt you... and now finally i have met you. And i am pleased that i have." He said chuckling slightly. "A soul likes yours could almost rival my own."
This being returns to the battle tomorrow... And this being will likely not survive. He nodded in understanding. "So, it is true.... Clandestine is to die. I had seen visions of it, but thought it not to be true. Though the future is not set in stone, Clandestine rides into a battle that is unlikely to be won by her people." He said trying to get up. "And i do not wish her to go. But i am unable to stop her. You probably know of her stubborn ways." He said laughing. "She will not say no, nor will she back down."
How could this being even hope of survival... When the soul and the being she loves are soon to perish... If the one known as Lucinda wins, they all die... But is the one whom has no name wins... Then the being is gone, and so is part of what this being loves Snorting he looked up at her with his dark eyes and sighed. "Come, let us not talk of such things. As i said earlier, the future is not set in stone." He said coldly. "Who knows, maybe Dracul will survive, it is unlikely. But, maybe the gods will favour them both. And if not? Then I’m sure i can take another host... and we shall be together....forever."
Watching as she put her hand on his cheek, he closed his eyes and placed his hand on hers. How he wished he could feel it. Concentrating all his energy onto that one place, he felt a slight tickle. He could almost feel her. Sighing he nestled into the hand, wanting to feel her more. Wanting to feel more then the dark energy that surrounded her.
How can you say you love this being Darkness? If you have never even felt her until tonight? You used her power to work your way to fruition... You said so yourself... She has done nothing but love the being and the soul within it, the darkness and the host, something that those around would say was impossible, yet, she does... And you can't even return the love, because you can't even feel her He shook his head. "Am i truly to blame? You must know what its like, to be trapped within, unable to come out. Yes i used her as a source so i could exit. But when i bonded with her....when i bonded with you. I felt something i have never felt before.... whether that is love i shall never know." He said with a hint of sadness in his voice. "But i do know this, ever since that day. I have thought of nothing...and no one else."
"She would say goodbye... If words meant anything... Her body is a tool of the Clan... She was created from the blood of a Changeling and the Blood of a Carrier demon... She is meant to suffer... And yet, she hoped for the love of one with two souls... A love, that was impossible... She was such a fool. He frowned. "Blood of a changeling? I did not know this.... Dracul hasn't mentioned this to me.... then again, he does not mention many things to me. Usually i have to gain some control to find things out..... tell me.... what bloodline is the changeling? Is she one of the Sewell family line? Or is she of the Chahandra blood line?" He asked hoping to find out an answer. "Or has she no relation to Lucinda?".
