Post by bubble on Jul 17, 2010 20:01:46 GMT -5
[/font][/font][/size][/size]Introducing… Charlie Hale McCoy !
Please Allow Me To Introduce Myself…[/blockquote][/center]
Name: Charlie Hale McCoy
Nicknames: Char, Hale
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Where you stand?: Newbie in the brains
Play by: Charlie Robertson
Nicknames: Char, Hale
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Where you stand?: Newbie in the brains
Play by: Charlie Robertson
I'm a man of wealth and taste...
Appearance:
Charlie is very lean, and looks at the world from a decent height of 5’11”. However, his long, bony arms, and thin, lanky legs accentuate his odd appearance. He’s very weak, never got into lifting any sort of weight, seeing as he is more into his studies than trying to be your average thug, or jock. He hardly knows the difference, really.
The first thing most notice about Charlie is his face. His face is not handsome in any way, but is noticed because of a few odd and startling features.
Take his eyes for example, while they are a simple and very plain brown, underneath them lay permanent dark circles. Those you get from lack of sleep, you see? The next that is noticed on Charlie’s face, is his hair. It is in a constant state of disarray, a total mess, or just a natural bed-head. Other than all that, he’s an average-normal proportioned 21-year-old.
Charlie has a long lean nose, kind of like his arms, if you can compare arms to noses… He has an oval shaped face and slightly child-like features, leading him to appear younger than he really is.
For what our dear Charlie wears, that is another matter entirely. He never wears anything complex, because his sleep apnea tends to dominate his overall appearance. Charlie often wears a plain white tailored shirt completely unbuttoned with a white tee underneath, and thin grey pants. Sometimes, if he is feeling dressy, he will throw on a black tie over his regular outfit.
Personality: Charlie is Socially inept, weird, odd, strange, whichever reference you shall call him.
We will just leave it at that.
He used to be a nearly bi-polar young-teen, who injured himself to get attention, and still went by Charlie, but then something in him snapped.
Not the bad snapped, more the oh-i-had-a-relization snapped.
He has a tendency to seem like he does not care, or more, he acts so very nonchalant about everything. Maybe it is because he thinks he is more superior than most, or maybe it’s because, well, he doesn’t really care. He cares about some things, like food, and his grades, but still acts like, well in the plainest words, he acts like Charlie. There is really no other way to put it.
When Charlie gets angry, –which is rare- he becomes clever. When he is sad, he becomes more of a cynic then he already is. In his head, that is. In real life, he is an un-opinionated, slightly boring or un-caring person.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Dreams:
Fears:
Charlie is very lean, and looks at the world from a decent height of 5’11”. However, his long, bony arms, and thin, lanky legs accentuate his odd appearance. He’s very weak, never got into lifting any sort of weight, seeing as he is more into his studies than trying to be your average thug, or jock. He hardly knows the difference, really.
The first thing most notice about Charlie is his face. His face is not handsome in any way, but is noticed because of a few odd and startling features.
Take his eyes for example, while they are a simple and very plain brown, underneath them lay permanent dark circles. Those you get from lack of sleep, you see? The next that is noticed on Charlie’s face, is his hair. It is in a constant state of disarray, a total mess, or just a natural bed-head. Other than all that, he’s an average-normal proportioned 21-year-old.
Charlie has a long lean nose, kind of like his arms, if you can compare arms to noses… He has an oval shaped face and slightly child-like features, leading him to appear younger than he really is.
For what our dear Charlie wears, that is another matter entirely. He never wears anything complex, because his sleep apnea tends to dominate his overall appearance. Charlie often wears a plain white tailored shirt completely unbuttoned with a white tee underneath, and thin grey pants. Sometimes, if he is feeling dressy, he will throw on a black tie over his regular outfit.
Personality: Charlie is Socially inept, weird, odd, strange, whichever reference you shall call him.
We will just leave it at that.
He used to be a nearly bi-polar young-teen, who injured himself to get attention, and still went by Charlie, but then something in him snapped.
Not the bad snapped, more the oh-i-had-a-relization snapped.
He has a tendency to seem like he does not care, or more, he acts so very nonchalant about everything. Maybe it is because he thinks he is more superior than most, or maybe it’s because, well, he doesn’t really care. He cares about some things, like food, and his grades, but still acts like, well in the plainest words, he acts like Charlie. There is really no other way to put it.
When Charlie gets angry, –which is rare- he becomes clever. When he is sad, he becomes more of a cynic then he already is. In his head, that is. In real life, he is an un-opinionated, slightly boring or un-caring person.
Likes:
- Food
- Cats
- Intelligence
- Sculpting
- Not Sleeping
- Ties
- Rain
Dislikes:
- Sleep, Hell, who needs it?
- Magic, and other stuff like that. The concept just freaks him out…
- His mother
- Jock’s/Thug’s/Athlete’s
- His Father
- Florence’s Academy
Dreams:
- To not let Florence’s Academy change him
- To become a sculptor
- To leave his past behind him
Fears:
- Losing someone close to him
- Death
- Small spaces (He got locked in a closet on accident when he was young)
I've been around for a long, long year...
History:
So maybe she had made a mistake.
A very large mistake that is.
Being pregnant at 18 was defiantly going to ruin her life. It was going to destroy her career and crush her aspirations. She had wanted to be an artist, had gotten a few people interested in her work, and was in a relationship with a loving young man who doted on her as if she was queen of everything. She knew he would not help her with this baby, why he was only sixteen! Boys that age do not ever think of having a family.
And that night, well that night had been a mistake.
A very large mistake.
She was going to lose him, and her future.
Yes, the future looked bleak for Elizabeth Johansson.
But no.
He committed, he helped, and once he was of age, married her.
Happily ever after right?
Well it is never that easy isn’t it.
-
I am sick and tired of you do you know that?!
The frail woman screamed, her voice hoarse from screaming, her cheeks wet from crying.
He just gazed at his feet, taking in all the details of his shoes, they were new, but he noticed that there already was a scuffmark on the toe.
Are you even listening to me?!
She yelled,
You sneak out at night, you come home drunk, and sometimes you don’t come home at all! Do you care about this family at all?!
Streams of tears were running down from her cheeks, her hand thrown in the air in exasperation.
Jonathan shrugged, he really didn’t know anymore, he never understood why he did so much for Elizabeth, she treated him like shit, why was everything all his fault?
A whimper came from the corner of the room, Elizabeth whipped her head around at the direction of the noise, and out crawled a young Charlie from under the neatly set dinner table.
Go to your room, and stay there
She growled under her breath.
Charlie nodded solemnly, with a single tear running down his little rosy-boy cheeks, and scampered up the stairs.
Elizabeth faced Jonathan again,
I want you out, NOW. You either leave on your own or I call the police.
She whispered threateningly.
He just shrugged again, took a swig from his beer, and grabbed his already packed bag.
He just turned around, and left.
You really screwed this family up, ya’know?
She mumbled, absentmindedly placing a thin hand on her swollen belly.
He paused for a moment, then walked on.
Not looking back.
-
Now due to these events, Charlie grew up under the hand of a vile, bitter woman who believed there was no such thing as love, and that any connection to her ex-husband-including her children- were at fault. Charlie’s’ older sister Annabeth received the brunt of this whirlwind of hate, her middle name was Orson, same as her fathers, and she was the oldest.
She also took care of them. The person coming home in the middle of the night-or not at all- in a drunken stupor, was their mother.
Their life was falling apart at the seams, ready to fall apart at any second. Then without warning, all three, were shipped off to Florence’s Academy.
Family:
His father is: Jonathan Orson McCoy
Age: 34
His mother is: Elizabeth Hale Johansson(-McCoy)
Age: 36
His older sister is: Jeanie Orson McCoy
Age: 18
His younger sister is: Chelsea Hale McCoy
Age: 14
Anything you'd like to add?
I don’t like his last name :x
It reminds me too much of Bones from star trek xD
So maybe she had made a mistake.
A very large mistake that is.
Being pregnant at 18 was defiantly going to ruin her life. It was going to destroy her career and crush her aspirations. She had wanted to be an artist, had gotten a few people interested in her work, and was in a relationship with a loving young man who doted on her as if she was queen of everything. She knew he would not help her with this baby, why he was only sixteen! Boys that age do not ever think of having a family.
And that night, well that night had been a mistake.
A very large mistake.
She was going to lose him, and her future.
Yes, the future looked bleak for Elizabeth Johansson.
But no.
He committed, he helped, and once he was of age, married her.
Happily ever after right?
Well it is never that easy isn’t it.
-
I am sick and tired of you do you know that?!
The frail woman screamed, her voice hoarse from screaming, her cheeks wet from crying.
He just gazed at his feet, taking in all the details of his shoes, they were new, but he noticed that there already was a scuffmark on the toe.
Are you even listening to me?!
She yelled,
You sneak out at night, you come home drunk, and sometimes you don’t come home at all! Do you care about this family at all?!
Streams of tears were running down from her cheeks, her hand thrown in the air in exasperation.
Jonathan shrugged, he really didn’t know anymore, he never understood why he did so much for Elizabeth, she treated him like shit, why was everything all his fault?
A whimper came from the corner of the room, Elizabeth whipped her head around at the direction of the noise, and out crawled a young Charlie from under the neatly set dinner table.
Go to your room, and stay there
She growled under her breath.
Charlie nodded solemnly, with a single tear running down his little rosy-boy cheeks, and scampered up the stairs.
Elizabeth faced Jonathan again,
I want you out, NOW. You either leave on your own or I call the police.
She whispered threateningly.
He just shrugged again, took a swig from his beer, and grabbed his already packed bag.
He just turned around, and left.
You really screwed this family up, ya’know?
She mumbled, absentmindedly placing a thin hand on her swollen belly.
He paused for a moment, then walked on.
Not looking back.
-
Now due to these events, Charlie grew up under the hand of a vile, bitter woman who believed there was no such thing as love, and that any connection to her ex-husband-including her children- were at fault. Charlie’s’ older sister Annabeth received the brunt of this whirlwind of hate, her middle name was Orson, same as her fathers, and she was the oldest.
She also took care of them. The person coming home in the middle of the night-or not at all- in a drunken stupor, was their mother.
Their life was falling apart at the seams, ready to fall apart at any second. Then without warning, all three, were shipped off to Florence’s Academy.
Family:
His father is: Jonathan Orson McCoy
Age: 34
His mother is: Elizabeth Hale Johansson(-McCoy)
Age: 36
His older sister is: Jeanie Orson McCoy
Age: 18
His younger sister is: Chelsea Hale McCoy
Age: 14
Anything you'd like to add?
I don’t like his last name :x
It reminds me too much of Bones from star trek xD
Hope you guess my name...
Your name: Bubble, or Kay, whichever floats your boat 8)
Parent of which characters: Hopefully this one o: and a few other to come :3
Parent of which characters: Hopefully this one o: and a few other to come :3
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game...
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