ＣＨＥＲＵＢ ; ｓｅｍｉ-ｌｉｔｅｒａｔｅ ; ｃｌｏｓｅｄ.

[gizmo,]

{{ hєч. ít's nícє tσ mєєt чσu!

{ nαmє ;
"Hey I'm Divenna."

Her current name is Divenna Udinov. You pronounce it Duh-V-Nuh. She was born Elizabeth Udinov. Her last name is Russian, for her father was Russian and her mother was British.

{ nícknαmє/s ;
"Whatever floats your boat."

Having many, for not everyone can pronounce her first name, she has come to terms with whatever people come up with.

{ αgє ;
"Fourteen.

Divenna is currently 14 years young, born on December 5th.

{ gєndєr ;
"Chica, and no you cannot check."

Female. Divenna is hardly a girly-girl, but she will wear make up, she does, and does have a certain style. Don't underestimate her because of this though.


{{ lσσkíng ín thє mírrσr...

{ σvєrαll αppєαrαncє ;
"I have my own style."

{ at least three lines. must be detailed. }

{ nαtíσnαlítч ;
"I'm Russian and British. Got a problem?"

Divenna's father was Russian and her mother was British, so she's half and half. Whatever that makes her.

{ hєíght ;
"I stand at a height of 5'3. No, I'm not short. I'm fun size!"

Divenna stands at a height of 5'3.

{ wєíght ;
"Seriously? How rude. I weigh around 120 lbs."

Divenna weighs in at about 120 pounds, though do not mistake it for fat. She's all muscle, making it to where she weighs more than the average fourteen year old.

{ hαír cσlσur ;
"Brown."

Brow. Her hair color is quite ordinary, in fact.

{ єчє cσlσur ;
"Blue."

Her eyes are an aquamarine, or also known as blue.

{ scαrs / bσdч mσdífícαtíσns ;
"Plenty, if you must know."

Divenna has her ears double pierced, and the cartilage in her left ear is pierced as well. As for scars, she has many, all over. Too many to count or to go into.

{ clσthíng stчlє ;
"I wear what I want, when I want."

To others, it may look like Divenna puts a lot of thought into her outfits, but in actuality, she doesn't. She throws on whatever she feels like wearing, which usually happens to be shorts, tank tops, and combat boots. Usually. Her hair is usually natural, and her outfits consist of summer wear it seems.


{{ thє rєαl mє.

{ hístσrч ;
"Yeah, like you want to hear my sob story."

Divenna, like any other, grew up with two loving parents as an only child. As a child, she wasn't aware of what her parents did for a living; just that they left every morning and came home every night. Later she would find out that they worked for the government. Doing what exactly, no one would directly answer; either they didn't know or wouldn't tell her. She always figured it was the latter. Anyway, she didn't exactly see them that much, for they were gone for the entire day. She had a nanny, an amazing one at that. Her name was Greta. Yes yes, I know. Greta is an old witch's name, but she wasn't a witch. Just old. Anyway, when Divenna was five years old, her house was attacked. Many men in black suits fell upon it like vultures to a fresh kill. Her nanny, Greta, was the first to die. She was old, and she went without a fight. Her parents, worried for her safety, took her upstairs and into one of the spare bedrooms. They made her hide under the bed, and then her father left with a kiss goodbye and an exchange of words of endearment. It was as if he knew he wouldn't be back, and that he was going to die. Well, he was right. He soon disappeared, and her mother stayed behind with Divenna, guarding and protecting her only child. When it became clear that her father was dead, for people finally emerged into the room with guns blazing, her mother fought back. When she finally fell, Divenna had a front seat to it all from under the bed where she didn't make a sound, orders from her mother. Watching the light die from within her mother's normally bright blue eyes crushed her, and she stayed quiet until the commotion died down. Why they didn't look under the bed was beyond her, and anyone she asked, but eventually police came and took he away. She was put into a children's home where she was approached by people, dressed in black like the ones that destroyed her family, and offered her a spot here at Cherub. Despite her suspicion of the men, she accepted without hesitation. After a few years, she's become a grey shirt and has exceeded all expectations.

{ fríєnds αnd fαmílч ;
"I'm alone in this world."

Obviously her parents are dead, but she is also an only child. So, no siblings, and she never met her aunts and uncles, and she's not even sure she has any. As for friends, she'll have acquaintances, but not any she'd give her life for.

{ crush ;
"Haha you're funny. Yeah, no."

No crush.

{ bσчfríєnd / gírlfríєnd ;
"Never gonna happen."

Nope.

{ hαbíts αnd fєαrs ;
"I fear nothing and no one."

Divenna fears abandonment; her heart almost broke when her parents died, though she wasn't as close to them as she would have liked. But what if someone she did love abandon her? She wouldn't be able to take it, the hurt. That's why she's never let herself open up to anyone, for fear of the pain of rejection, or worse, loss. As for habits, she has a habit of being extremely sarcastic and occasionally rude. Horrible, yes, but she finds it humorous when others find that she's not the delicate flower that she appears to be.

{ pєts ;
"I wish."

No pets, though she wishes she could have a dog.


{{ ít's thє ínsídє thαt cσunts.

{ pєrsσnαlítч ;
"Everyone just loves my charming personality."

Divenna, as you can probably already tell, is the type of girl who is not someone you want to anger. When you get on her bad side, there is a good reason it's called a "bad side". Short tempered, she's quick to lash out whether it's with her fists or her words. Most will say that their bark is worse than their bite, but this is not the case with Divenna. Her sarcasm is harsh and her teasing is rude. She's the type that will go "Did you really just say that?" Her smart-aleck remarks are very common, and if you listen, actually listen, you'll see they're quit wise. I know I know, hard to believe. Divenna wise? Ha, yeah right. But in reality, she can be. In a precarious situation, she always has the wise eye. She always knows what to do, and how to handle things.
Quick-witted. Divenna knows how to return a comeback with enough ferocity to scare even the mightiest of people. She isn't one to sit there and let herself be trampled. Though quiet when she has nothing to say, Ryder is quite the observer. Absorbing everything like a sponge, she is exactly that - a sponge. Though unheard and unnoticed, when she wants to be heard, makes herself heard she does.
Confidence. This girl has confidence oozing out of her, practically emanating. The aura around herself is not necessarily full of herself or selfish, but rather, a high self-esteem and confidence. Not caring about what others think of her, Divenna does her own thing. And she's proud of it.

{ líkєs ;
"character quote."

Adrenaline rushes; fighting; animals; photography; writing; music; singing; playing guitar; running; gymnastics; climbing; sports; the outdoors; knives; guns; Russia;

{ díslíkєs ;
"character quote."

Pushovers; arrogant people; jerks; the indoors; the quiet; surprises; guys; people in general; abusers

{ σríєntαtíσn ;
"I'm straight as a ruler."

Straight.

{ σthєr ;
"Yes yes, I know you love my charming personality."

Nope.


{{ CHERUB.

{ shírt cσlσur ;
''Grey baby.''

Divenna is a grey shirt.

{ strσngєst αrєα ;
''Combat and stealth all the way.''

Divenna excels greatly in combat and stealth.

{ rσσm ;
''Room 200.''

200

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reserve me a fem plz)

[west ,]

reserve me a fem plz)

{{ Could you not use text speak, please? Even though you only wrote plz, it can make it hard for people to understand .__.

[weightless.]

((May I make a girl along with my boy character? :3))

[west ,]

((May I make a girl along with my boy character? :3))

{{ Sure :] if there is enough spaces.

[MochicaMomo]

{Can I reserve a guy please}

[weightless.]

thanks, w.i.p

{{ hєч. ít's nícє tσ mєєt чσu!

{ nαmє ;
"Florence Williams."

{ Was born Florence King, changed name to Florence Williams. }

{ nícknαmє/s ;
"Flo, if you're close to me."

{ She isn't really fussed about nicknames, Flo being her main. }

{ αgє ;
"Fourteen years."

{ Fourteen years old, birthday August 25th. }

{ gєndєr ;
"Pretty sure I'm female."

{ Female.}


{{ lσσkíng ín thє mírrσr...

{ σvєrαll αppєαrαncє ;
"Ginger and proud and all that stuff. I like my eyes, I guess. Then again, I'm a girl, I'm never going to look in the mirror and be like, "Yeah! You're gorgeous!""

{ Florence has naturally red hair with blonde highlights around her fringe. She has dark blue eyes that make you wonder if you're staring into profound depths or just a very insane place. Her eyes are always sparkling with mischievous glee. Her hair is normally messy and in a ponytail or hanging loose around her shoulders. She has pale skin and in summer the occasional smattering of freckles appear on her arms and cheeks. She is quite lanky, and her hands are almost always moving- beating a rhythm on her legs or twisting together anxiously. Her mouth is always set in a straight line, and her face always looks "closed up", not showing any emotion, apart from her eyes, which are almost always sparkling. }

{ nαtíσnαlítч ;
"Welsh."

{ Her mum and dad were Welsh, but she was raised in London. }

{ hєíght ;
"I'm tiny, I'm hoping I have a growth spurt soon."

{ 5"4 }

{ wєíght ;
"You know what, I'm not sure I want to know..."

{ 130 lbs, so quite slim. }

{ hαír cσlσur ;
"Ginger, tease me because of it and I'll kick your teeth out."

{ Bright red hair with lighter strands hanging around her eyes. }

{ єчє cσlσur ;
"Misleading."

{ A sparkling blue that will leave you wondering if you're staring into intelligence or just a crazy mind. }

{ scαrs / bσdч mσdífícαtíσns ;
"Just things from missions and stuff. Oh, and my nose is pierced, though I hardly ever wear a ring, just a stud."

{ Scars on her arms from when she was in a minor car crash when she was young and a pierced nose. }

{ clσthíng stчlє ;
"I like vintage clothing. Like, old dresses and trousers, that sort of stuff."

{ Florence likes wearing vintage clothing, which she finds in thrift shops and sales. She normally wears an open vintage blouse over a dark top and jeans, shorts in the summer. The only make up she wears is mascara and eyeliner and she hates fake tan with a passion. }


{{ thє rєαl mє.

{ hístσrч ;
"My parents died in a freak accident, that's all I know, promise."

{ Florence was raised by her parents in Wales, a happy childhood, she guesses, but she can't remember much. She was staying with her grandparents in London when she was four when her parents were killed in a car accident. She lived with her grandmother and grandfather until her grandfather died when she was ten, and her grandmother couldn't cope any more, and she was sent to a children's home. From there, she came to CHERUB. She likes to pretend she doesn't know anything about it so people won't ask her; she finds the topic very difficult to talk about. }

{ fríєnds αnd fαmílч ;
"My parents died and I don't have any friends. Happy?"

{ Florence isn't very easy to talk to, and she closes up whenever you try and take her out of her shell. All her family members are either dead or she doesn't know who they are. }

{ crush ;
"Do band members count or...?"

{ None. }

{ bσчfríєnd / gírlfríєnd ;
"If I didn't have crush, would I have a boyfriend? Who makes these questions, anyway?"

{ Nope. }

{ hαbíts αnd fєαrs ;
"I'm terrified of the dark. I know, I'm lame."

{ She plays with her hair a lot, and she bites her lip when she's nervous. She's deathly afraid of the dark- she completely freaks when she's alone and in complete blackness. Her hands also constantly move- she can't sit still for five seconds. People find this annoying, but she can't help it. }

{ pєts ;
"I had a fish named Squishy when I was eight. I think it died or something."

{ None. }


{{ ít's thє ínsídє thαt cσunts.

{ pєrsσnαlítч ;
"I'm not really easy to talk to. I'll probably be curled up in the corner reading if you need me. Here's a tip- don't need me."

{ If you try to talk to her, Florence will either walk off, or glare at you for a while before walking off. She'll always have a book in some pocket or other and will be found curled up reading. She isn't really easy to talk to; though when you get her out of her shell she's sarcastic and very funny, sometimes being kind to people who she thinks deserve it. Her tough outer exterior is part of her; she doesn't mean to hurt anybody by it. People would also describe Florence as harsh, she wouldn't show mercy or forgive someone who's done her wrong easily. }

{ líkєs ;
"Kittens are the cutest things ever."

{ Animals, chocolate, the sun. }

{ díslíkєs ;
"Loud people... actually, people in general."

{ Arrogant people, loudness, fire. }

{ σríєntαtíσn ;
"Boys. I think. I've never given it much thought."

{ Straight. }

{ σthєr ;
"Nope."

{ Nothing. }


{{ CHERUB.

{ shírt cσlσur ;
''Black, obviously, I'm amazing... Okay, I'm a blue shirt, hopefully not for long.''

{ This is her third time in basic training, and she's determined to get through, if she doesn't, she'll leave. }

{ strσngєst αrєα ;
''Stealth.''

{ Stealth. }

{ rσσm ;
''Two hundred and four.''

{ 204. }

[MochicaMomo]

{{ hєч. ít's nícє tσ mєєt чσu!

{ nαmє ;
"Why should I tell you?"

{ Kim Kang-Dae('kahng deh' meaning powerful and greatness) but his real name was Han Myung-Dae('myung deh' meaning cleverness and greatness) }

{ nícknαmє/s ;
"What will I get if I tell you?"

{ Kwan-Kwan }

{ αgє ;
"You aren't gonna use this against me right?"

{ 15 years old (looks to be around 12 at the most) and born on November 22 }

{ gєndєr ;
"Take two guesses and the first one doesn't count"

{ Male }


{{ lσσkíng ín thє mírrσr...

{ σvєrαll αppєαrαncє ;
"I don't really care, so if you don't like it deal with it cause I am not going to change"

{ Blank eyes that seem like they can stare into your soul and straight black hair that is shinny. Smooth skin and soft pink lips that give him the rare girlish kind of look, he won't be attracting to many ladies. He never lets himself show emotion so the smiles that touch many peoples lips fail to find its way to his. His hair is also short and he never pays attention to the way he looks. He also wears glasses when he is not on missions, when he leaves for a mission he brings contacts to help his vision }

{ nαtíσnαlítч ;
"Do I look white to you?"

{ Half Korean, quarter Japanese and a quarter Thai }

{ hєíght ;
"8 foot 9, obviously I am a giant"

{ around 5 foot 3 so he is short }

{ wєíght ;
"5,000lbs cause I am fat"

{ 103lb not because he is underweight he is just skinny and most of it is muscle anyways }

{ hαír cσlσur ;
"what color does it look?"

{ Black }

{ єчє cσlσur ;
"black and the deadest night"

{ black }

{ scαrs / bσdч mσdífícαtíσns ;
"What you can't see that I am covered in tattoo's!"

{ none only scars on his back }

{ clσthíng stчlє ;
"As long as I fit in to the role I am playing it works for me"

{ While many other kids pay close attention to the way that they dress he is not one to care. Normally he wears a t shirt, hoodie, jeans, and a nice pear of sneakers. If it is cold he will wear a scarf with that. In addition to that he will also wear his high end head sets that are black and fit snugly to his head where his listens to music to escape the noise around him. }


{{ thє rєαl mє.

{ hístσrч ;
"What do you think?"

{ He was never one to get any sort of an emotional bond with his parents. Even his two older brothers and one older sister cast him aside for better things to do. They never stuck up from him and instead seemed to come up with half the things he had done wrong. Maybe he had just been born into the wrong family, at lest that is what the looming older family thought. As a younger child most of his time was spent being cooped up in his room for supposedly doing something wrong again. Which is what leads to the next event in his life, the car accident when he was 9 years old. They had been driving back home from some school event that he had been in when the tires skidded. Like always with a car with not enough seats he had been in the back of the car with a make shift seat belt. The car spun out of control and plunged off the road skidding down and steep slope before smashing into a tree and flipping. His mother and father and eldest brother died on impact while his older brother died on the way to the hospital and his sister fell into a coma. His sister died a week afterwards and he was in and out of the ICU recovering for almost two years. It was just a month after the accident that Cherub found out about him and kept an eye out for him. He was taken from the hospital itself three years after the accident when he was well enough to leave and went through intensive rehab for a three years before joining the others in the 100 day training about 95 days ago. He is still in training because he still needs to learn how to work as a team member. }

{ fríєnds αnd fαmílч ;
"Are you interrogating me?"

{ None that is known of considering nobody offered to take him in. }

{ crush ;
"You are so Lame!"

{ n/a }

{ bσчfríєnd / gírlfríєnd ;
"Why would I have time for such a useless emotion"

{ n/a }

{ hαbíts αnd fєαrs ;
"I won't tell you cause you will only use it against me"

{ He is not scared of much mostly because he does not feel much emotion at all. However he does have a slight fear of failing a mission. He has not trouble with the usual stuff even death itself does not scare him anymore. His biggest weakness is to loud noises because of the accident when he was nine years old. He has a bad habit of wandering off when he is in a group but that is pretty much it. However this does not mean he is the perfect guy just remember his inability to convey emotions or feel most emotions. He is like a robot. }

{ pєts ;
"Yeah a dragon!"

{ Nope and never has }


{{ ít's thє ínsídє thαt cσunts.

{ pєrsσnαlítч ;
"If you can get close enough to me maybe you will find out..... probably not"

{ He is really unlike any kid his age or any age for that matter. His mind is dark and calculating and he never shows an emotion for it seems that he is incapable of feeling them. Any normal human being would flinch at the things he is asked to do but he accepts it as a normal everyday thing. With his silent behavior it is easy for him to pull of the depressed child look and that often gets him into his job as a spi. However that does not mean he is quiet when he wants to be heard look out cause he will make you hear it even if you don't want to. He does not get along with anyone and never trusts anyone. Don't try to be his friend because you aren't going to able to get that close. Even if you think you have gotten close to him you will find out later that it was all a lie and that you are even farther from getting to know him. He is for some reason unable to work in groups and tends to take any mission that can be done by one person. In a group where there is the leader, the follower, and so on and so forth he would be the loner. The one to walk off randomly without saying anything and be gone for hours on end and not say a word when he returns. A few words to describe him would be, robotic, anti-social, hard headed, stubborn, harsh and, silent }

{ líkєs ;
"Me, Myself, and I"

{ Complete and utter silence, being alone, completing a job perfectly }

{ díslíkєs ;
"You, I really dislike you!"

{ being in a crowd, talking to a person longer than 5 minutes, being ignored, not being heard, being underestimated, seeing people cry(it is annoying, loud and wet) }

{ σríєntαtíσn ;
"What do I look like I am?"

{ Bi }

{ σthєr ;
"Trying to squeeze more information out of me even though you already failed"

{ n/a }


{{ CHERUB.

{ shírt cσlσur ;
''Can't you tell''

{ blue but he is nearly finished with his training }

{ strσngєst αrєα ;
''You sure are stupid''

{ Stealth all the way }

{ rσσm ;
''5 billion trillion bet you will look for it too''

{ 202 }

{{ hєч. ít's nσt nícє tσ mєєt чσu!

{ nαmє ;
"Hey dawg my name is Latisha"

{ Born into this life as Leone Waller but has since had her named changed to Latisha Kruse }

{ nícknαmє/s ;
"I go by Tish"

{ Tish, Tishie, or Lala }

{ αgє ;
"Thats a secret"

{ She is fourteen years old and was born on June 22 }

{ gєndєr ;
"I was female last time I checked but I can check again"

{ female }


{{ lσσkíng ín thє mírrσr...

{ σvєrαll αppєαrαncє ;
"hmmmm I guess I am a normal looking scene girl"

{ Long black hair that goes down her waist and is cut in a scene style. She sweeps her bangs across her forehead to the other side and then makes her hair fluff. She has deep grey blue eyes that are very mysterious and captivating. She is not thin but not fat so just right and she has a not very well defined but a definite 4 pack. She has big eyes and soft cheeks. Her lips are always turned up and a grin or a goofy expression. There is never a time when she can't pull a smile onto her lips. }

{ nαtíσnαlítч ;
"FRENCH!"

{ French }

{ hєíght ;
"I am about 5 foot 3 and still wishing I could be almost 6 foot"

{ 5 foot 3 }

{ wєíght ;
"I am not fat..... am I? Wait do I look fat? Oh no that piece of cake, whole cake, betrayed meeeeee!!!!!"

{ 125lb and all muscle }

{ hαír cσlσur ;
"Well thats a no brainer"

{ Shinny black }

{ єчє cσlσur ;
"Just a second I forgot let me check.... 5 minutes later...... I think they are blue"

{ Dark blueish grey }

{ scαrs / bσdч mσdífícαtíσns ;
"I want angel wings tattoo on my shoulders, that would super cool huh?"

{ three on one ear lobe and two on the other along with several on the top of each ear }

{ clσthíng stчlє ;
"Not to girly I hope"

{ She has a very specific style that she goes for, not really. She wears what she thinks is cute. That consists of cute hoodies, sweaters, hats, short skirts, skin tight jeans and off the shoulder shirts and lastly tank tops. Her favorite jacket is all black with a large face of a tiger in white on the front. She wears a fluff leopard pattern hat with ear flaps, fluffy years and a string on each side with a pom pom at the end. She is not to into all the intense make up but likes to wear heavy eyeliner and mascara. She only wears her ear rights, mostly studs because longer ones get in the way. She never wears girly shoes and sticks to super cool sneakers. }


{{ thє rєαl mє.

{ hístσrч ;
"It is not that long"

{ She lived in a bad part of town where the gangs hung out which sounds super cliche but yes her parents where killed in a crossfire and she killed her older brother in a fit of anger. When she was younger she was mentally and physically abused by her older brother. She when she turned 7 she had had enough of it and tried to kill herself by slitting her wrists but her brother walked in on her and she ended up killing him. Somehow she survived that incident and ran away after finding out about her parents death. She buried her brother on a tree in the backyard. Cherub found her not even a year latter and took her under their wing. She is still mentally fragile but she is much better than before. She has gone through the training twice and hopes that the third time is the charm! }

{ fríєnds αnd fαmílч ;
"I don't feel comfortable talking about this"

{ none they are all dead }

{ crush ;
"hmmmmm I haven't seen any cute guys yet but even if I had I am not telling"

{ not yet }

{ bσчfríєnd / gírlfríєnd ;
"That would take time and effort count me out"

{ nope and very against the idea }

{ hαbíts αnd fєαrs ;
"........................"

{ She is terrified of being alone in the dark because of what happened when she was little. She has a habit of smiling through the pain and not letting anyone know or ever letting her bad emotions show so she periodically explodes with anger. }

{ pєts ;
"I used to have a fish but it committed suicide by jumping out of its bowl.."

{ Nope }


{{ ít's thє ínsídє thαt cσunts.

{ pєrsσnαlítч ;
"I am cute dawg!"

{ She suffers terribly on the inside, scared of being alone because then all the memories come back. She frequently has nightmares about those days and wakes up in a sweat. However she never tells anyone and has never cried in front of a single person nor does she become angry a lot. because of these bottled up emotions she will randomly explode with anger at someone or herself, it is scary but not dangerous. Other than that she can be very bubbly and happy. She loves to hang out with everyone and talk about missions or stuff since nothing else happens a lot. She is a very prying person and loves to know the nitty gritty details of every relationship. Along with that she is able to keep a secret very well so she is a very reliable person, even when she gets angry none of those secrets spill out. She will take a secret to her grave. In a team group she is the person who jumps into everything, she would leap into a cross fire without a plan if she thinks she has the group at her back. She never thinks before she reacts. she is sweet and kind and a dotting older sister to the younger girls if they want it. }

{ líkєs ;
"Oranges <3 and thai food mmmmm!"

{ Orange juice, oranges, orange ice cream, anything orange flavored, All Thai FOOD! reading, listening to music, sleeping, chillin with friends, finding someone to complain to, laughing }

{ díslíkєs ;
"People who talk to much...... like you!!! Just kidding"

{ banana's, hypocrites, crying }

{ σríєntαtíσn ;
"I think I am straight but maybe bi-curious"

{ bi-curious }

{ σthєr ;
"QWHAT!"

{ She likes to add Q to words randomly like Qwhatever, Qwhy, Qwho, and Qwhat }


{{ CHERUB.

{ shírt cσlσur ;
''OH SHUT UP!!''

{ Has failed the training twice due to absences and so she has only a blue shirt }

{ strσngєst αrєα ;
''I am great at social and then combat but I suck and stealth and equipment.... I don't understand that stuff''

{ Social }

{ rσσm ;
''OH no I just switched rooms, I don't remember!''

{ 222, the easiest number to remember just because she always forgets }

[{{ f i a s c o }}]

{{ hєч. ít's nícє tσ mєєt чσu!

{ nαmє ;
"..."

{ He is styled as Charles Andrew Discordia, althoguh he only ever chabged his last name because he found it too mild to fit him. He used to be called Charles Andrew Brown, but he left his old self behind as he entered his new lifestyle, finding Discordia more apt to his personality and way of being. }

{ nícknαmє/s ;
"Charlie does fine."

{ He goes by Charlie, Drew. Discordia is reserved for his enemied, who usually mock his silent and repulsive behaviour thoroughly. }

{ αgє ;
"Sarcastic sixteen."

{Born sixteen years ago on the fourth of April, 1994}

{ gєndєr ;
".Perhaps your more lively imagination can take you elsewhere... I heard certain amoeabs enjoy up to 18 different genders..."

{Very much male; Charlie isn't in the least feminine and enjoys being masculine. There isn't much to say, is there, really? }


{{ lσσkíng ín thє mírrσr...

{ σvєrαll αppєαrαncє ;
"I'm the heaven-sent messenger for anyone that wants some..."

{ Charlie has a lithe, well-muscled body that disguise his strange antics; strong, defined arms cloak thin bones and a well-kept 'pack lies on his stomach. He has bony hands, wherein one may note the tendons wriggling under the skin and veins pulsating meekly, and an - almost - lanky frame exposed by not overly wide shoulders, jutting bones and the beggining of definiton muscle-wise.

His face could be described simply as jaunt, not plain, angular, alike the rest of his features. His semblant is usually composed, although his facial expressions vary from moment to moment, becoming the bubbling laughter in an akward situation or the ice-cold personality in a warm moment. He has thin, defined lips, and high, full chekbones, gaining a dimple to his right side when smiling. He has straight, white teeth, and a nerve-inspiring smile; his eyes usually reflecting his thoughts on the situation - ie. he may seem composed yet maintain sparkling eyes or smile warmly with nothing but hatred in them - in their unnerving, misguiding way. He has long brown eyelashes with similar, un-crowded yet unkempt eyebrows that frame his strange eyes; a pair of dim, unnequal gems coloured in turqoise and cloudy-sky blue. However, this difference is minimal from afar and can only be noticed from three or four - at most - metres away.

He weighs 65kg, and is 1.75 metres high, giving him a very lanky - not burly - appearance.

He has deep russet hair, and wears it unkempt, casually. It is not excedingly long, and has a bit of a lank curl to it.

His stance is complicated in the way that he carries himself in a nochalant manner most of the time with a hint of cockyness and strength, which makes him stand out as he seems to look bored but usually isn't. However, he can become rigid in a manner of seconds, neat, poised, elegant, but still keep his hands in his pockets and smile silkily to his opponnent. This boy is a two-face, and he isn't that afraid to hide it, rather displaying it subtly as to confuse others on his direction in thought by raising his tone while remaining calm or making his posture aggressive while smiling inocently.

His voice is like silver; solid and spiked when dangerous, silky and flowingly liquid when deceptive and basically non-existant, gaseous, when stunned for words, which is not often. His voice might be considered irritating by some, but it is actually quite attractive and unusual in the way that it changes state more often than not.

In the past, he has earned a bit of money in the role of modelling, which makes it hard for Charlie not to know he is slightly handsome. He keeps his body well-toned; Charlie enjoys working out just for the strain of it.}

{ nαtíσnαlítч ;
"A strange mixture that provides most usefull."

{Part german, part polish, part british.}

{ hєíght ;
"Too tall to pass unnoticed."

{ 1.75m }

{ wєíght ;
"Lanky describes me best."

{ 65kg }

{ hαír cσlσur ;
"Uninteresting."

{ A musty brown mixed with russet tones. }

{ єчє cσlσur ;
"my only noticeable feature."

{An unnerving two-toned pair of dim gems. One is caribbean water aquamarine qhile the other is a clear sky blue. }

{ scαrs / bσdч mσdífícαtíσns ;
"Couple of scars here and there..."

{ Minor scars, and a great, long gash that runs from the top of his left sgoulder to his right hip on his back, from a terrbile plane crash. }

{ clσthíng stчlє ;
"..."

{ Charlie's style is casual; he sports cargo pants, jeans, t-shirts and the occasional shirt and tie when formalwear is required. He usually wears trainers, Vans or converse, whatever. It's not as if he really cares that much. Colorwise, he usually wears greys, dark colors. He doesn't like very bright colours, but sometimes wears graphic blood red or pale blue tee's; they bring his eyes out. It all really depends on what his mood is at that precise moment. }


{{ thє rєαl mє.

{ hístσrч ;
"pretty decent until my parents died."

{ Charlie was born into a wealthy but frayed family life. His parents argued constantly, but Charlie could not complain. He got taken care of and got his education payed, along with his costly medical apointments and bills. He travelled to and from his various family homes, learning how to speak polish, german, french and english fluently, sparing him the necessity of learning any extra languages except from russian, which he takes to easily, on the CHERU B campus. However, his grades soon began to detiriorate and he was soon diagnosed with mild depression and anxiety, paired with paranoid schizophrenia as problems at home got worse and worse. His mental health continued to worsen, and, after filing for divorce, Charlie was on the verge of going crazy.

His mother, now in charge of him, soon became worried and decided to fly him over, with his father, who grudgingly agreed to go with them, to a Medical Centre in Zurich.

(Heir plane crashed, killing almost the whole convo. Somehow, Charlie managed to survive. He was immediately transported, maimed and with a huge, almost 50cm laceration across his back, to a hospital. On the way there, summed in hysteria, he severly hurt one of the crew and managed to knock one uncocncious.

Now considered dangerous, and with a further fear of flying, enclosed spaces and needles, he was locked up in an asylum for three weeks for intense therapy in an asylum, money being no problem after his parents left him a wealthy legacy.

His paranoid mindset now under control using heavy medication, he was not removed from the institution and into an orphanage as he was 'too dangerous' and nobody would want to adopt a twelve year old paranoid and mildly schizophrenic child that had nearly killed two people. Instead, somehow, he was removed from the institution, secretely, from germany into the CHERUB campus. He passed training with flying clours and is now waiting to be tested more seriously./color]

[color=#00BFFF]{ fríєnds αnd fαmílч ;
"... All dead and gone, like dust in the wind..."

{ He is an orphan, and, being a socialy disturbed person, he jas little to no friends. }

{ crush ;
"..."

{ He might develop one, yet he doubts it will ever work out.}

{ bσчfríєnd / gírlfríєnd ;
"...Right."

{Again, he doubts it'll amount to anything. }

{ hαbíts αnd fєαrs ;
"Paranoid."

{ He has mild obsessive compulsive disorder, boosted by occasional bouts of paranoic schizophrenia. He is claustrophobic and has fear of heights and planes, flying and helicopters.[/colo]


[color=#00BFFF]{{ ít's thє ínsídє thαt cσunts.

{ pєrsσnαlítч ;
"... You most likely will find me odious."

{ Charlie can be quite confusing. He comes across as the cold guy, the uninterested one, the one that does not care for what surrounds him, the one that enjoys sarcasm and wit, and uses it way too often. He always acts chill and composed, but, deep down, he cares. It's just that he's been cheated by life so many times, he can't bother to show anymore. He'd rather just wait for that special someone to open up his badly stitched up seams, and close them properly.

Charlie is very partial to eye-raising, cocky wit, sarcastic retorts, eyebrow wiggling and suppressing dramatic sighs. He's quiet; whomever manages to wring a word out of him is actually quite lucky. He never means any wrong, but he usually gets into bad starts with everyone because he's pesimistic about life. However, he couldn't seem to care less, and will shrug off any blaspheming with a well practiced, nochalant shrug.

This is all explained by his mucked up past. Charlie cannot care to give a turd until someone shows that they might want to help him. Only then, and under very special circumstances, will Charlie begin to change for the better.

His paranoias and mild, sporadic schizophrenia can convert Charile into a wild sibject, but he has somehow managed to grasp control over his personality. He has been clinically adressed as bipolar, but controls his mood swings tactfully and manages them well. This makes him subject of slight babying by some of the staff members, making them think him as unreliable on misions. However, being paranoid grants him great care and obsession over the well-being of things, making him one of the most successfull - with almost 95 percent success rate - stealth agents. However, no one has deemed him good enough to grant him a navy shirt yet. }

{ líkєs ;
"Summer breezes."

{ -the number four and any divisible by four numbers - related to his OCD.
-the colour gray
-silence
-peaches
-walking under the rain
-darkness
-music
-shakespeare
-open spaces
-prime numbers
-winter
-the cold
-physical duress
-being tested

{ díslíkєs ;
"My medication."

{ -being babied
-his attackers - related to his schizophrenia
-sarcasm
-hypocrites
-heat
-his mental issues and how they stop him from getting better
-jungles
-ice
-poliester
-the color green
-the colour yellow. }

{ σríєntαtíσn ;
"..."

{ Straight.}


{{ CHERUB.

{ shírt cσlσur ;
''Yeah yeah, smartass, not funny.''

{ grey. He is dying to prove himself.}

{ strσngєst αrєα ;
''One moment you see me, the next I'm a shadow.'

{ stealth}

{ rσσm ;
''OOh, so now we have a curious rat, don't we?''

{ 259 }

Finished my form

[west ,]

{{ accepted :]
@ everyone ; I am NOT accepting any more grey shirts. I was only accepting two to start off with, but your going to have to change ages or shirt colours because I'm not accepting any more greys, thanks.