Charlotte Anu Persi
Aug 23, 2010 12:59:47 GMT -5
Post by Charlotte Persi on Aug 23, 2010 12:59:47 GMT -5
YOURSELF
NAME
Croot
AGE
Seventeen
GENDER
Female
CHARACTER
NAME
Charlotte Anu Persi
AGE AND GRADE
Seventeen / Junior
GENDER
Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION
pansexual/genderblind
TALENT
music
LOOK-A-LIKE
Kaya Scodelario - one two three four five
PERSONALITY
By just looking at Charlotte, you can tell she's seriously neglected herself. Hollow eyes, pale skin, a ditzy scattered look on her face, as if she's forgotten to do something and can't remember what it is. This is because, in her eagerness to help other people and make them feel better, she's completely forgotten her own mental and physical well-being. Most days, although hungry, she forgets to eat, or get dressed or what have you. It's not because she wants to starve or lounge around in her underwear or have messy hair, it's because the thought simply doesn't occur to her, she's busy thinking about other more important things, mostly other people. She keeps their secrets, she gives her things to them, doesn't expect anything in return. She doesn't think of herself as selfless, or generous, just a person that likes to share... everything.
Charlotte is rather quiet and distant when it comes to other people, though. Although passionate and emotional her speech is quiet, even guarded. She thinks very carefully before she talks, and her speech is always, without exception, truthful and mindful. Charlotte will tell you if she doesn't like you, and why, but will never tell a racist or misogynist joke, or say anything to offend present company.
As well as other people, Charlotte is very strongly connected with the earth and everything so involved. She doesn't have it in her to kill a spider or eat any meat that didn't live a long, happy life, but this is attributed mostly to her upbringing in a very hippie community of Buddhists and naturalists. She still defends her feelings very strongly. She would like to see the world descend into anarchy- but in a peaceful, quiet way of course.
Charlotte is very outwardly emotional, trusting people enough to let them see her weaknesses and passions. This, although quite genuine and pure of her, gets her into trouble with people who might like to manipulate her to achieve their own ends. Still, she doesn't learn.
APPEARANCE
Charlotte isn't short but not tall, is pretty but not conventionally beautiful... she's pretty average when it comes to looks. She has long, usually messy, dark brown hair and wide brown eyes. She has a very angular face, pointed chin and prominent jawline and cheekbones, a straight brown and long nose that makes her look serious and thoughtful. Her smile is soft and a bit intimate, as if she were sharing a good secret with someone. She almost never wears makeup, unless lip balm counts, but doesn't think there's much on her face that needs hiding. The only deviation from this are her meticulously plucked eyebrows, which she labours over more than any other aspect of her body.
With slim shoulders and hips and a small chest, Charlotte doesn't have much of a figure to speak of. She doesn't dwell on what she doesn't have, though, rather plays up what she does with wild designs and clothes she picks out of thrift bins and the closets of dead relatives. She has an irregular personal style that can't really fit into one category. The one thing that she always wears is her plethora of bracelets made for her by friends or 'family'.
Everything about the way Charlotte moves and holds herself suggests that she's subdued, and quiet, like she's trying to take up as little space as possible. She doesn't drag her feet or stomp when she walks, so sometimes it's hard to hear her enter a room, or come up behind you.
HISTORY
Everything about Charlotte's birth and childhood would make a 'good christian' style family question the Persi family's sanity. She was born on November 12 in Nova Scotia, Canada, about forty minutes from the nearest maternity ward, outside to top things, delivered by a local midwife with an audience of eight or nine hippies. There was a lot of debate about whether they'd give her a proper Earth Child name like Willow or Karma, but that was quickly ruled out when they remembered that she would be going to public school. After about three solid days of name thinking, they called her Charlotte after the author of Jane Eyre, which Charlotte's mother had been reading at the time.
Charlotte's father was a flight attendant and her mother taught at a university. Between school years and during holidays she would always be away all over the globe, and schoolteachers always looked forward to her 'What I did on my summer vacation' essays. As well as travel, she got into music at an early age, having been given many instruments to play since she was quite young. It didn't take long to sort out her passions, and piano and violin lessons became key points of her education. Although she went to public school, her parents had enrolled her in language and music courses. Charlotte showed quite a talent for music, and studied diligently at French and German. She was so absorbed in her education that she never really had time to make friends, but it didn't really matter.
Back in Canada the Persis had lived in a commune-like community of artists and hippies and rather extraordinary people who taught little Charlotte everything they knew about everything- which was a veritable fountain of knowledge. She grew up with more access to arts than the average child, and a quite varied education. Although she was very creative, Charlotte didn't take a shine to dancing or visual arts, but became a spectacular vegetarian cook and stuck with classical music even when people told her it was uncool.
When her family was spending their winter holiday in Sweden when Charlotte was thirteen, they brought up the possibility of her going to a boarding school to complete her education. Though she said she'd miss home, the school seemed to be a perfect place to send her. Gordon Parks seemed really far off, but it wasn't like she'd been away from home before, and it would open up a lot of doors. Sure, there would be no more spontaneous mid-year trips to Tibet, but she supposed she could do without until graduation.
ROLE PLAYING SAMPLE
From another site, modern day slave trade and such--
Just another rough and ragged body held within the confines of some cage, Kaatje sat poised directly in the center of her tiny living space with her pale hand resting on her knee, surveying the people who surveyed her. She had awoken hours ago from some kind of sedation, stripped of the jackknife in her pocket and her stolen handgun, which she had carelessly shoved down the back of her jeans, but was mercifully allowed to keep everything else she had with her, her jacket, boots, belts, bracelets... she supposed someone had just been careless, because Kaat could think of many many ways to do harm to herself or someone else with a pair of shoelaces. Her backpack, containing the rest of her worldly goods- liquor, clothes, what little money she had- had been taken away as well, leaving Kaat with nothing but the clothes on her back and the thoughts in her head. But she had had nothing before. It was being confined that bothered her.
The screaming, crying and fighting had subsided when she realized that nothing she ever did, nothing she ever said could change anybody's mind and set her free, so she had sat down and waited for fate and Lady Luck to pick up the slack. Even more than she longed to be free, Kaat longed to see the price posted outside her cage. She liked to think she was desirable and had been set at a good price, but what did she know. She'd never bought a slave before. Maybe buyers- Masters- didn't want to see her type. Baby faced, skinny tattooed girls in heavy boots, makeup smeared over her cheeks from throwing tantrums.
The only thing keeping her from eagerly throwing herself at every buyer who looked remotely interested was the thought of the boy she loved- or had loved- wondering where she was, and why she wasn't with him. Originally, they had had a strictly professional relationship: food and water and shelter for sexual favors, but like any good romance story they fell in love. He might have been something like fifteen years older than her, but he was as close as she'd ever come to her soulmate. Kaat had to leave in the end, though. Sort of because she'd been drugged and kidnapped.
Kaat lay down on her jacket and contemplated the future, arms above her head. There really wasn't much to look forward to except some rich creep bringing her home to be his cute short blonde plaything, maybe get tortured by a bunch of sadists and fed either too little or too much. If her good boots were taken away, she'd have a fit.
She was approached and peered in on by all sorts of people, but Kaat no longer made any moves to insult or taunt them, or straighten out her clothes and hair. She looked quite scruffy, her hair settling into dreads from lack of brushing, her tank top out of order and exposing just a bit too much pale stomach.
She wasn't depressed, wasn't sad. Just flipping bored.
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[/size]NAME
Croot
AGE
Seventeen
GENDER
Female
CHARACTER
NAME
Charlotte Anu Persi
AGE AND GRADE
Seventeen / Junior
GENDER
Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION
pansexual/genderblind
TALENT
music
LOOK-A-LIKE
Kaya Scodelario - one two three four five
PERSONALITY
By just looking at Charlotte, you can tell she's seriously neglected herself. Hollow eyes, pale skin, a ditzy scattered look on her face, as if she's forgotten to do something and can't remember what it is. This is because, in her eagerness to help other people and make them feel better, she's completely forgotten her own mental and physical well-being. Most days, although hungry, she forgets to eat, or get dressed or what have you. It's not because she wants to starve or lounge around in her underwear or have messy hair, it's because the thought simply doesn't occur to her, she's busy thinking about other more important things, mostly other people. She keeps their secrets, she gives her things to them, doesn't expect anything in return. She doesn't think of herself as selfless, or generous, just a person that likes to share... everything.
Charlotte is rather quiet and distant when it comes to other people, though. Although passionate and emotional her speech is quiet, even guarded. She thinks very carefully before she talks, and her speech is always, without exception, truthful and mindful. Charlotte will tell you if she doesn't like you, and why, but will never tell a racist or misogynist joke, or say anything to offend present company.
As well as other people, Charlotte is very strongly connected with the earth and everything so involved. She doesn't have it in her to kill a spider or eat any meat that didn't live a long, happy life, but this is attributed mostly to her upbringing in a very hippie community of Buddhists and naturalists. She still defends her feelings very strongly. She would like to see the world descend into anarchy- but in a peaceful, quiet way of course.
Charlotte is very outwardly emotional, trusting people enough to let them see her weaknesses and passions. This, although quite genuine and pure of her, gets her into trouble with people who might like to manipulate her to achieve their own ends. Still, she doesn't learn.
APPEARANCE
Charlotte isn't short but not tall, is pretty but not conventionally beautiful... she's pretty average when it comes to looks. She has long, usually messy, dark brown hair and wide brown eyes. She has a very angular face, pointed chin and prominent jawline and cheekbones, a straight brown and long nose that makes her look serious and thoughtful. Her smile is soft and a bit intimate, as if she were sharing a good secret with someone. She almost never wears makeup, unless lip balm counts, but doesn't think there's much on her face that needs hiding. The only deviation from this are her meticulously plucked eyebrows, which she labours over more than any other aspect of her body.
With slim shoulders and hips and a small chest, Charlotte doesn't have much of a figure to speak of. She doesn't dwell on what she doesn't have, though, rather plays up what she does with wild designs and clothes she picks out of thrift bins and the closets of dead relatives. She has an irregular personal style that can't really fit into one category. The one thing that she always wears is her plethora of bracelets made for her by friends or 'family'.
Everything about the way Charlotte moves and holds herself suggests that she's subdued, and quiet, like she's trying to take up as little space as possible. She doesn't drag her feet or stomp when she walks, so sometimes it's hard to hear her enter a room, or come up behind you.
HISTORY
Everything about Charlotte's birth and childhood would make a 'good christian' style family question the Persi family's sanity. She was born on November 12 in Nova Scotia, Canada, about forty minutes from the nearest maternity ward, outside to top things, delivered by a local midwife with an audience of eight or nine hippies. There was a lot of debate about whether they'd give her a proper Earth Child name like Willow or Karma, but that was quickly ruled out when they remembered that she would be going to public school. After about three solid days of name thinking, they called her Charlotte after the author of Jane Eyre, which Charlotte's mother had been reading at the time.
Charlotte's father was a flight attendant and her mother taught at a university. Between school years and during holidays she would always be away all over the globe, and schoolteachers always looked forward to her 'What I did on my summer vacation' essays. As well as travel, she got into music at an early age, having been given many instruments to play since she was quite young. It didn't take long to sort out her passions, and piano and violin lessons became key points of her education. Although she went to public school, her parents had enrolled her in language and music courses. Charlotte showed quite a talent for music, and studied diligently at French and German. She was so absorbed in her education that she never really had time to make friends, but it didn't really matter.
Back in Canada the Persis had lived in a commune-like community of artists and hippies and rather extraordinary people who taught little Charlotte everything they knew about everything- which was a veritable fountain of knowledge. She grew up with more access to arts than the average child, and a quite varied education. Although she was very creative, Charlotte didn't take a shine to dancing or visual arts, but became a spectacular vegetarian cook and stuck with classical music even when people told her it was uncool.
When her family was spending their winter holiday in Sweden when Charlotte was thirteen, they brought up the possibility of her going to a boarding school to complete her education. Though she said she'd miss home, the school seemed to be a perfect place to send her. Gordon Parks seemed really far off, but it wasn't like she'd been away from home before, and it would open up a lot of doors. Sure, there would be no more spontaneous mid-year trips to Tibet, but she supposed she could do without until graduation.
ROLE PLAYING SAMPLE
From another site, modern day slave trade and such--
Just another rough and ragged body held within the confines of some cage, Kaatje sat poised directly in the center of her tiny living space with her pale hand resting on her knee, surveying the people who surveyed her. She had awoken hours ago from some kind of sedation, stripped of the jackknife in her pocket and her stolen handgun, which she had carelessly shoved down the back of her jeans, but was mercifully allowed to keep everything else she had with her, her jacket, boots, belts, bracelets... she supposed someone had just been careless, because Kaat could think of many many ways to do harm to herself or someone else with a pair of shoelaces. Her backpack, containing the rest of her worldly goods- liquor, clothes, what little money she had- had been taken away as well, leaving Kaat with nothing but the clothes on her back and the thoughts in her head. But she had had nothing before. It was being confined that bothered her.
The screaming, crying and fighting had subsided when she realized that nothing she ever did, nothing she ever said could change anybody's mind and set her free, so she had sat down and waited for fate and Lady Luck to pick up the slack. Even more than she longed to be free, Kaat longed to see the price posted outside her cage. She liked to think she was desirable and had been set at a good price, but what did she know. She'd never bought a slave before. Maybe buyers- Masters- didn't want to see her type. Baby faced, skinny tattooed girls in heavy boots, makeup smeared over her cheeks from throwing tantrums.
The only thing keeping her from eagerly throwing herself at every buyer who looked remotely interested was the thought of the boy she loved- or had loved- wondering where she was, and why she wasn't with him. Originally, they had had a strictly professional relationship: food and water and shelter for sexual favors, but like any good romance story they fell in love. He might have been something like fifteen years older than her, but he was as close as she'd ever come to her soulmate. Kaat had to leave in the end, though. Sort of because she'd been drugged and kidnapped.
Kaat lay down on her jacket and contemplated the future, arms above her head. There really wasn't much to look forward to except some rich creep bringing her home to be his cute short blonde plaything, maybe get tortured by a bunch of sadists and fed either too little or too much. If her good boots were taken away, she'd have a fit.
She was approached and peered in on by all sorts of people, but Kaat no longer made any moves to insult or taunt them, or straighten out her clothes and hair. She looked quite scruffy, her hair settling into dreads from lack of brushing, her tank top out of order and exposing just a bit too much pale stomach.
She wasn't depressed, wasn't sad. Just flipping bored.
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