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[Wildmagic_warrior]

ATTENTION.
You have been drafted to compete in the arena.

Name:
Charlotte Richardson.
Also Known As:
Char, Charlotte. Sometimes goes by her last name.
Cyclops, one-eye, and that chick with the burned face are also acceptable.

Age:
Twenty-one.
Gender:
Female.
Description:
Charlotte is a massive human being. Standing at six feet, four inches, she towers over just about everyone she meets. After six years of hard labor in an Optimei work camp, strong is an understatement.

In prisons- and work camps especially- people are quite a bit more savage than they are in the outside world. Beatings are normal, rape commonplace. Pretty women don't last. Strong ones do.

Let's start at the top. In order to prevent people from grabbing her hair, Charlotte has kept it hacked short. What used to be gold-brown curls is now just an inch of scruffy growth. The woman's eyes are muddy brown, her skin harshly tanned from the sun. It's not a pretty tan, either. It's uneven, dark in some places, lighter in others, patchy and peeling on her arms and legs. Her original skin tone was on the darker side of caucasian.

Now her face. It's a sight to see, and I don't mean that in a good way. Her nose is short and sharp, crooked in the middle from a break when she was a kid. Her eyebrows are thick, eyelashes short. Her chin is square, and her cheekbones are low enough to give her a constant scowling expression.

In her first year at the work camp, she was taken by some of the older prisoners for hazing. The task set to her was to smother a little boy because he had a cough. The prisoners were suspicious of anybody who was sick, but none of them wanted to kill the kid themselves. When Charlotte refused and pointed out their own cowardice, one of the men decided that they would try a new hazing ritual. He had Charlotte's shirt half off before the woman was able to shove her knee up into his crotch. As punishment, one of his cronies built a fire while two others held Charlotte's hands up behind her back. Her hair was the first thing to catch fire. It smells awful when it burns, you know. Her skin cracked and peeled, and even though she screamed, they didn't let her up. Just held her there, shrieking, as the fire took the skin and then, finally, her right eye. Charlotte passed out after that, and probably would have died if one of the Optimei wardens hadn't been on patrol nearby. He didn't rescue her because he felt sorry for her, of course. He just couldn't have any of the laborers die on his watch, because that means a black mark and too many black marks mean permanent disqualification from life.

So that's the story of how Charlotte lost her eye. Charming, isn't it? That's also one of the reasons she keeps her hair so short.

Her arms are very strong, simply because of the work she does every day. Her hands are calloused, and because they've blistered and healed over and over, she can't feel with them very well except for with the tips of her fingers. Charlotte is not someone you would want to handle delicate objects, let's just say that.

Her breasts are small and would doubtless be larger is she put on weight, but there's no use in being feminine in prison. She doesn't care. Her midriff is thick and muscled, her hips wide. She had long, thick legs and big feet. Her toes are kind of stubby, which means that she has to work extra hard to keep her balance when the ground is slippy.

Personality:
Charlotte is very blunt, and this can lead to her being typecast as stupid. She isn't; it's just that she only has so many damns she can give about things. Social situations are not her forte, but she can navigate them adequately if there are only one or two other people. Large crowds confuse and dismay her, and she is completely incapable of public speaking.

She has rather large commitment issues, mainly because she grew up more or less alone. It's a big, crazy world, and dying is what humans do best. It happens all the time, and Charlotte came to know this as she grew up. There were no fantasies, no fairy-tale endings. Wishes don't come true, there are no such things as charming princes. Life is pain and suffering and if you can't survive then you're better off dead. But, see, Charlotte survived. She didn't let herself die. She learned to beg and cheat and steal and she learned how to stay alive.

The idea of love is alien to her, and the thought that this phenomena called sentiment might lead her to lay down her life for somebody is downright frightening. Charlotte is severely asexual; attempted rape tends to do that to a person. She doesn't like being touched by other people, even accidentally. She also attaches a lot of worth to material goods, especially food, which is why she has issues with people handing her things. If she offers you something that belongs to her, take it seriously. She only does that when she trusts you, and trust is hard to come by in a world like this one.

Claustrophobia. There is nothing that terrifies Charlotte more than tight spaces.

Skills:
Exceptionally strong, especially in her arms. Tough, with a very high pain threshold.
There's not much that can top having your face shoved into a fire, after all.
Likes:
Being alive. Food. Cold water. Rain, if it isn't the acid kind.
Dislikes:
Being touched. Having things handed to her.
Fears:
Fire. Enclosed spaces. Dying.

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{ the tidbits. }

→ [ - name ;

Ariel Trinity Indpreet Sommerten.

Ariel has a bit of an odd name, if you haven't already noticed. Her mother had loved the name Ariel since she was a child, not to mention the fairy tale. She had decided Ariel's name long ago when she still was young. She loved the flow of the name Ariel Trinity. Ari's second middle name was decided when her mother's best friend from when she was in grade school all the way through college was diagnosed with cancer and died. Stricken with grief, she was reminded of her closest friend when she looked at her own baby child and wished that Indpreet could have been there to see "her little angel".

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adulthood.

Born on July 12, 1991, Ari is a prompt age of twenty, though she could pass for much older. She acts responsible if need be, but most of the time she just likes to have a little fun.

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female, of course.

x x x x x x x x x x x x x x

{ && now the real deal. }

( so trade that cup of tea for a knife;; )

→ → [ - description && personality ;

don't even dare try & cut off her hair.

Ari is extremely slender and on the tall side as well, standing at a whopping height of 5"10 1/2. Her hair was her favorite attribute about herself. It cascades down her back like a waterfall, just loosely wavy, and is so long that she could sit on it. She has almond shaped fingernails that are naturally long, and just barely slope down. She often had them painted, but was careful to make sure to use lemon juice in case there is dark polish stains on her nails. She has large, round eyes that give her an innocent look and are cupped with long, thick eyelashes. She usually didn't do much make up other than mascara, and perhaps a touch of a bright color underneath her eye. Her eyes are a bright blue; a bit like a summer's sky. She's a bit unsure where she got them, but her mum told her that her grandfather's from both sides had the same color eyes as she does, so they must have carried through to her. Her legs are long, but wired with muscle; though she may not look it, Ari is strong. Her thin hips and slender body fit her tall figure perfectly, just agile enough. She has high cheekbones and a sharp-cut jawline, with a long neck to go along with it. Her skin is soft and smooth, and she has slight dimples near her mouth and in the center of her cheeks. Her hands were usually covered in rings and random bracelets, and she has several ankle bracelets that are probably her favorite pieces of jewelry. Ari has very light skin, but not too pale; it takes a while for her to tan, but she never gets freckles or anything of the sort. Her lips are full and pink, particularly her bottom lip, which pouts out without her consent. She had slightly 'dominant' eyebrows; they are thick, like her hair, but she shapes them to make then look presentable (ha ha.) If you were to ask her earlier, she would tell you that she doesn't care about how she looks, but that would have been be a terrible lie. She did care, but not so much for anyone else, but for herself. She would have never for the world change her outfit just because other people don't like it.

Ari used to be the very 'lovable' girl. She was what people might call 'out-there'. She loved being outside, and though she definitely should not be considered athletic, she was outdoorsy. The last thing she would have wanted is to be inside doing nothing.

Ari was the kind of girl who had her own style. She loved to mix and match different styles & prints. Sometimes it's a total fluke, other times she makes it work. Either way, Ari always wore her style with confidence. She leaned a lot toward florals, along with any patterned fabric. Ariel loved the old style, and wore anything from moccasins to poodle skirts. Though she loved fashion, its wasn't her biggest priority. If she wasn't comfortable wearing something, she sure as heck wasn't going to wear it. Another thing - she couldn't stand being inappropriately dressed to do something or to go somewhere. What kind of idiot would wear high heels for gardening or walking around? Ari knew comfort is the best way to go, and managed to look good too. She hated it when people's main cause it to look good, but for the wrong reasons. Ari would have never dressed to look good from someone else - other than dances and things like that, of course. She thought love would find her, not the other way around. She wasn't going to put out just to get attention.

Her hair was - and is - her favorite attribute about herself, and you can really tell. It is was constantly being dyed, yet she doesn't use much of other products, other than healthy things, like keratin spray. She refused to use cheap products, all of her hair products were organic, including the dye. Though she dyed it so much, Ari doesn't didn't much of anything else that would ruin it; she air dried it, never used heat on it, and it grows very quickly. Usually it was either down, up in a bun, or in a braid(s). She was a bit of an organic freak; she not only knew it was good for her, but she also thought it tasted and felt so much better.

Ariel doesn't really mean to, but she charms her way into things, though she used to much more. It's not like she's a try-hard, it's just in her nature. Perhaps it was something about her big, baby blue eyes and her big smile that just makes people warm up to her, but she loved meeting new people, and she had a huge heart. Ari loved having a slightly crazy relationship, where the things they do are spur of the moment and fun.

Why are you speaking in past tense? You may be thinking to yourself. Because, our darling little Ariel changed, that's why.
Nowadays, she's much different, though you can still see some of her old self inside of her, like the scattering of chocolate crumbs from a candy. Her hair is still her favorite attribute, and her eyes still shine like a summers sky, but her face looks weary. Her normal attire would be a plain, long sleeved shirt under an army jacket, worn jeans, and leather boots, with her hair in a braid and a face naked of any products. Practicality is her best friend. She is still very fidgety, and can hardly sit still, but that is wearing off as she had to learn to be patient. That is why she likes to keep herself moving, and calm herself down. If you're talking for too long, then the only reason Ariel is listening to you is because you probably have something to say that she wants. If she thinks she might learn something from you, she'll be the best audience you can find. Oftentimes she will ask you to demonstrate what your explaining, so she could pick it up. She never knows when things might come in handy, so she has quite the arrangement of random skills. She would be the last person you'd expect to be in any sort of danger, because, how she likes to put it, "good girls are bad girls that don't get caught". She learned how to wield a knife from a man back in London, and after years of practice, Ariel can use one like its her second nature. She normally has at least one in a pocket with her, and wouldn't dare go anywhere without one. She prefers to have a nice, medium sized one with a good handle grip, so she can slice without worry of her prized possession to slip from her hands. If she is without one, her immediate response is to use her finding skills to obtain one.

How did she become this person, you say? Life wears people down. What she would tell you if you asked her was "if you don't know what I got caught for, then I don't see any purpose in telling you now." She was such an innocent girl, so oblivious to life's dangers, but when she fell down into reality, she fell hard. Slowly, she picked herself up, and learned how to be practical.

{ i'm done, i'm pretty sure. i added a few more things to her skills. ^^' }

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[{{ 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.

{ 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.


{{ 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 players, 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. }

{ 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.}


{{ Deadly

{ weapons;
''Yeah yeah, not telling you...''

{ Guns, a trident. Anything pointy, basically.

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

{ stealth. Knifing people in the back. Running long distance.}

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

{ :e doesn't trust anyone, is afraid of heights and, sporadically, of water. }

This is from a Cherub roleplay, form belongs to post-apocalyptic. Credit goes to them

[west ,]

{{ Thanks Fiasco :] Coukd I please reserve a female place? I'll be making my form this evening.

[bellamy.]

{ May I reserve a female? If not, a male is fine. ^^ }

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[Zombie Skittles]

{ - I finished my forum!
If there's anything you want me to add, just tell me.
I'll be happy to add some things! }

[fishbait]

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[carrie dee.]

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. lady divine, please be mine.

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"I like my name. It's
origional; pretty, even."
Ah, Catherine. Gorgeous, isn't she? Well, her mother knew she'd turn out to be a looker. Instead of smothering the girl with a strange, attention-catching name, the woman knew something more simple and classic would accent her daughter in the long run. This turned out to be absolutely true. Catherine Elizabeth Fray is a name easy to remember and a difficult one to forget, to be honest. She's - well, she's a force to be reckoned with. That's for sure. The name 'Elizabeth' comes from her mother's best friend's name; the woman had passed away only a month or two before. As for everything else, that's completely original. Many simply refer to her as 'Cat' or 'Rin'; she doesn't mind either, really. But, of course, she's always perfectly fine with being called Catherine as well.

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"I'm an adult;
nineteen years old."
It was a warm summer's day on July 17th when Catherine Elizabeth was born. Meredith Fray wasn't due for two more weeks; it came as a shock when her water broke in the middle of the kitchen floor. It was a rush to the hospital after that, and then an excruciating 20 hour labor. Finally Catherine appeared. She was a small newborn, only five or six pounds at most. The little baby had a head full of golden curls and eyes the color of the purest cerulean blue; the light of her parent's lives, for sure. Well, until her siblings came, but it's your typical situation of sibling rivalry - it's not important to get into at the moment.

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"I really hope that
you're not being serious."
Quite obviously Catherine is a female. She hates questions like these for obvious reasons, and often gets very defensive when anybody thinks of her otherwise. Some people { the stupid ones } tell her that she's 'one of the guys'. Come on. Have you seen this chick? She's about as feminine as you can get. She was born a female, is a female, and will stay a female. No other questions needed.

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"No one ever told me I was pretty
when I was a little girl. All little
girls should be told they're pretty,
even if they aren't."
Catherine is a like a delicate feather floating through the warm summer breeze – everything about summer seems to describes her in different ways. The delicate grains of sand on a beach, the simple breeze of a shower of petals dappling against the blue sky's horizon. Her crisp, fresh skin color. Her seemingly flawless, draping hair. Her watching, simple colored - yet complex hued - eyes.

To start off on a warm summer day would be the fixture of her body. She is a slender girl with narrow shoulders and hips that fit perfectly with the rest of her relaxed figure. To match and extend from her hips are thin legs that are lined with wiry muscles; so she does have strength in that body of hers. But as well as her legs, her arms are long and perfect in size, in which they end with perfectly rounded nails on the finish of each finger. Over her body in an ideal sun-kissed fashion is her striking skin which looks like she was blessed with perfection from the sun. Crisp and flawlessly placed is a tan that makes her look like a natural Southern California native.

Heading to her face – she has a clear cut jaw line that allows her face to take the shape of a faultless heart. She has high, firm cheek bones that cleanly match her jaw line, giving her face yet another feature of modality; something that's obviously hard to miss on this female. Soft petals of pink lily pads lay where her lips should be – giving such a perfection look to them – the pushiness, the softness, and the equality of everything upon them. Her lips are so soft to the touch, so delicate and sweet. But another thing that matches them is those eyes that come like perfect waves of an ocean. A clear day with perfect rising sun laying on a beach’s wave – those are the color of this goddess-like female. Her eyes are just ideal to match a sun-kissed beach girl – those eyes are like soft waves crashing, ending with clear white ripples. The optics of Catherine consist of swirling of light blue to match ocean and specks of pale, icy cerulean that don’t seem real, but that is how she was born – waves of a glistening ocean. It's almost as if the waves dance in her eyes, glistening with a light of joy that only the ocean's waves can bring upon somebody.

That heart shaped head is surround by warm, caramel blonde hair that represents a hazy sunset – soft looks and sun color. There is no other color symbolized in her hair besides this attractive caramel blonde. Her hair looks as if shards of fallen, pale sunlight shattered down upon her head, blessing her with a halo as soft and as sweet as a simple shading of perfected light. Her hair is naturally wavy and long, falling to the center of her back. Just the waves in her hair could easily represent the beach activity within the looks of this girl. This is why you never find her straightening her hair – the perfection of soft hair comes from natural looks and nothing fried like the other girls. Her looks are something to marvel at but something she never boasts about.

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"I can't assure you that you'll like
me much; that's for you to decide."
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