Post by Charlie Adelaide O'Connor on Mar 15, 2013 19:23:52 GMT -5
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Name: charlie adelaide o'connor
Nicknames: nope
Age: twenty-three
Gender: female
Membergroup: local - university student
Occupation: none yet/looking
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- - - - - -the a p p e a r a n c e
[/size]hair & eye color: brown & brown
height: 6'0"
weight: 127 lbs
tattoos & piercings: no tattoos, no piercings
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- - - - - -the p e r s o n a l i t y
[/size]Likes: reading, writing, photography, friends, family, singing, animals, nature, adventures, dreaming, music, guys, the countryside, food, sweets, winter, laughing, psychology, technology, exploring, traveling, learning, postcards, cooking, thunderstorms, firearms/going to the shooting range, people with a sense of humor.
Dislikes: the dark, clowns and funhouses, prissy girls, cigarette smoke, alcohol, drugs, bad drivers, standing in lines, crowds, mayonnaise, computer crashes, cheaters, gossip, being let down, papercuts, being misunderstood, being sick, selfishness, stupidity, being tickled.
Traits: intelligent, kind-hearted, stubborn, protective, impulsive, sarcastic, humorous, lively, curious, secretive, imaginative, adventurous, persistent, observant, independent, courageous, untrusting, paranoid, suspicious, ill-tempered, dreamy.
Overview: charlie is one to easily become snappy with people. it doesn't take much to push this girl's buttons, and she's made that clear with all friends and family. although, she's becoming better at not lashing out too quickly, and tries hard to keep her anger under control. to add to that, she is also very sarcastic, and never misses a chance to be so. she uses these traits to hide her vulnerabilities and shyness, as well as avoiding personal relationships to protect herself from getting hurt.
stubborn and untrusting easily come to mind when thinking about this particular twenty-three year old. it takes lots of convincing to disprove her thinking, and even then she will request evidence to prove that she is wrong. it isn't that she hates being wrong, she is just a very firm believer in certain things, and is an all around untrusting young woman. attempting to get her to warm up to you is probably one of the hardest things one will ever try to accomplish, but secretly she appreciates that someone is trying to break her out of her shell. charlie is a tad bit lonely, and she really would like a few close friends to confide in. it only takes time.
charlie is virtually the most curious person anyone ever has and ever will meet. always wondering 'who, what, when, where, why, how,' it isn't uncommon for many questions to come pouring out of her mouth. naturally, she is extremely inquisitive, and it can be, depending on the person, a bit of an annoyance. however, progress has been made on keeping her mouth and questions on a leash when a topic arises that piques her interest considerably. to go along with her strong sense of curiosity, charlie is also very adventurous. whether or not it is something as simple as exploring a forest during the night, or as daring and dangerous and possibly stupid as diving with sharks, you can bet this girl would be up for it.
now, in spite of all of this, charlie is highly intelligent, and no one would dare say otherwise. having a photographic memory is a contributing factor, and she is grateful for having such a mind. even though she is gifted with being able to remember things that many can't, never having to study for tests, and maintaining a 4.0 gpa with ease, she truly is oblivious to the fact that not everyone is out to get her. her head is always filled with suspicions, so it is no surprise she has at least two locks on the front and back door to her house, as well as an alarm system. her excessive paranoia is the consequence of a frightening childhood experience.
her humor is a product of her insecurities. she uses it as a coping mechanism, especially when she is nervous or in trouble. she tends to find amusement in simple things, and even if it's her tripping over her own feet, she'll laugh. needless to say, she loves pranking people, but she herself is terrible at coming up with them. she is much better at carrying them out. the majority of the time, if not always, charlie's vivid imagination gets the better of her, specifically when she is in a bad situation. her mind starts reeling with possibilities of what could happen, even though many of them are impractical, if not downright impossible.
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- - - - - -the h i s t o r y
[/size]Parents: ella korina o'connor - mother
charles gregory o'connor - father
Siblings: zachary aaron o'connor - brother
levi peter o'connor - brother - deceased
jonathan harvey o'connor - brother
Overview: charlie adelaide o'connor was born on the first of december, in the year 1989. her parents, ella korina and charles gregory o'connor, now had their first and only little girl. at the time, her family consisted of her parents and two older brothers, zachary and levi. they all lived in the tiny texas town of flynn. their home was a pale, two story farm house with a wrap-around porch surrounded by seventy acres of land, most of which was a largely-wooded area. she grew up with animals all around her--horses, chickens, pigs, and many more.
at the age of three, charlie was no longer the youngest sibling, but instead an older sister to her younger brother jonathan. she was excited to no longer be the center of attention, unlike most children, but she was, of course, also excited about having another sibling. being in the limelight and enjoying it never had been her forte, so being relieved of constant attention was truly wonderful. still, she was showered with affection a bit too much for her liking, as she was the only female child in the family.
by the time her sixth birthday rolled around, charlie could ride a horse with minimal help, and had started school. right from the start, her parents and teacher knew she was an intellectually gifted individual, who far exceeded expectations. singing had also been discovered as her main talent. her life continued on normally for the next three years, until, by a cruel twist of fate, a figment of some corrupted reality came knocking on her door.
on a cool spring night in the middle of april, charlie was wide awake, writing a story she had started early that day. zachary, jonathan, and her father were all away on a trip, though she had no idea what they were doing or where they were going. another question of hers that went unanswered was why levi had stayed home. her mother and levi were asleep upstairs. a few minutes past midnight, there was a light knocking on the front door, and in all honesty, charlie was frightened beyond belief. no one should have been on their doorstep this late at night. then again, charlie shouldn't have been awake, either.
since she was in the living room, connected to the entry hall at the front of the house, the sound of the doorknob turning could easily be heard. at this point in time, charlie had manage to scramble silently up the stairs and into her parents' room. knowing her mother had taken some heavy sleeping medication that evening, charlie didn't participate in the futile effort to wake her mother up. instead, she pulled two pistols out from underneath the bed before racing to levi's room. quietly, of course, as there was an intruder in the house. levi had always been a light sleeper, so it didn't take long for him to be up and alert as to what was going on.
the two children, both knowledgeable on the subject of firearms--although levi was more so, since charlie was only nine--crept down the stairs and towards the kitchen, where a light was on. the element of surprise was stolen from them, however, when a shot echoed throughout the house, and levi toppled over onto the floor, dead for all practical purposes. better to off the actual threat--the older child, the male--right? in a rage of blind fury, charlie squeezed off shots left and right, not sure where she was shooting, until she heard the definitive shouts and screams of agony of someone being shot.
after her brother's death, charlie kept silent. she never said a word for three years. no 'i love you's in response to her parents and brothers, no prayers at bedtime. just silence. sending her to a psychiatrist hadn't helped. finally, one day, she released all of her pent up emotions when she and her mother were grocery shopping. she was then put into therapy for a couple years, and at the age of eighteen, all of the bad thoughts stopped. every now and again she could use another therapy session, but her episodes are few and far between, and she hasn't had one since she was twenty-one.
she attended a&m university at the age of nineteen, the majority of the cost taken care of by multiple scholarships, and is majoring in psychology, in hopes of one day becoming a criminal psychologist. recently, she wanted a big change of scenery, and with the help of family, they scraped up enough money for her to move to coral ridge. it has only been a week since she arrived, and there are still boxes strewn all through her house. she lives in a one story bungalow on the outskirts of town with her orange tabby, tom, and her four year old german shepard, colt. she is starting at hopkins university next week.
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Roleplay Sample: a few minutes past three o'clock in the morning, wind holwed threateningly as rain soaked everything, everywhere. veins of lightning throbbed in the sky; the thunder was so loud it robbed people of sleep, pulling them violently from a dream-like state of mind and into that of fear and fright. resting on the living room couch, watching peter pan, charlie o'connor found comfort in the storm. the distinct sound of rain beating erratically on the roof might have been a contributing factor, although charlie herself did not quite know. one thing that never ceased to amaze her during a thunderstorm was the pulsating light in the heavens--such ferocity and beauty rarely failed to catch her attention.
as this thought came to mind, the young woman pushed herself gently off of the couch, almost instantly regretting leaving the warmth and comfort that was her sofa. clad in plaid pajama bottoms and a gray tank top, charlie made her way around boxes and boxes of her belongings that had yet to be unpacked, to the opposite side of the house. there, she perched on a window seat, and looked through the window and out into the night, captivated by the storm. not a moment later, tom, the fluffy orange tabby she could proudly call her own, leapt onto her lap. stroking the cat's fur softly, a light humming emitted from her mouth. it rose in volume until charlie actually began singing, belting out the lyrics to sympathy by the goo goo dolls.
she recently had taken a strong liking to their music, repeatedly listening to certain songs that caught her interest. her mellifluous, smooth voice carried throughout the house, almost seeming to echo if you strained hard enough to listen. tom, curled up on her lap, began purring loudly, though the noise was easily drowned out by the deluge. the song came to an end--and ironically, so did the power. the majority of the lights had been on in the house, although charlie had only occupied the living room. her paranoia heightened as the lights flickered, dimmed. then, suddenly, they once again lit up the house, before plunging the bungalow entirely into a suffocating darkness.
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