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full name / brooks grayson harley
nicknames / broklyn, brookie, harley
gender / cis male
age / eighteen years old
sexuality / pansexual
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with the classic high cheekbones and last
name, it is no surprise brooks has gained
the bad boy label. though his hobbies in
clude skipping class and hot-wiring cars,
brooks is not the normal, cold heart-ed
bad boy. in fact, he is pretty open and
gentle, though a bit childish and insensit
ive. all around he isn't such a bad guy.
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impression / goofy, aloof, laid-back
main / childish, a bit dense and selfish,
gentle, accepting, friendly, possessive, moody,
can show many classic bad boy signs such as
fighting and stealing, easily attached
build / 6'1, muscular, brown hair & eyes
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[.winter]

Name: Charlie Wilson
Nicknames: N/A
Gender: Female
Birthday: November 4th, 1997
Height: 5'8"
Age: 17 years old
Eyes: golden brown [picture above at top]
Hair: dirty blonde [picture above at top]
Traits: Sweet, quiet, shy, mysterious,
loyal, kind, bubbly, happy, and loving
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Friends: None at the moment, she just moved
Siblings: N/A
Foes: None at the moment
Love interest: None at the moment

╭━━╯x ♔ x╰━━╮

Charlie is overall a very quiet girl that
most people immediately judge her for.
It takes some effort to crack into her
shell, having to give her the chance to
let her be herself and show you what
she is really made it. Most of the time,
she is the girl in the hallway rushing to
her next class, taking notes quietly in
the back, or drawing when she was done
with the work she so easily understood.
She is mostly invisible, but she doesn't
really mind, she knows what she is and
who she is, and that has always been
enough for Charlie. She loves the color
pink, loves to draw and read, but most of
all, her favorite hobby is singing and dancing.
She has always wanted to do that but she
has never had the courage to do so. She also
adores skateboarding, but nobody would
know or even expect that of her. Underneath
she is bubbly and silly, loves to take lots
of pictures or play in the water on a summer day.
Charlie also loves to laugh and shine, but
now that she has been moved to what looks
like an entirely different world, she has to find
those things again and make them blossom.

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Charlie's past isn't very interesting, her
life is truly just beginning. She grew up wonderfully,
she didn't have a father growing up but her mother
was sworn to protect her for that very reason, to
never let her get her heartbroken just as she did in
the past. Princess's, puppies, kittens, sweets, and love
was the setting of Charlie's life, but she had always
wondered why she had not gotten a father as all her
friends and just everyday people had, and she did not.
She never really cared, knowing she might have just
been placed on this earth to help her mother, but she
never truly dwelled on the fact. As she grew up, she
had developed everything she needed to know, girl power
morals, ethics, strength, adaptation, educations, and
what she had liked and disliked, knowing one day the
prince charming she never had as a girl would come to
save her. Her life wasn't really something she had to
be saved from then, until her mother was diagnosed
with a very rare and incurable cancer that eventually
spread to her brain and stopped her life right before
Charlie entered her Junior year in high school. Soon
she was shipped off to a different state to live with her
grandparents, which did not belong to her mothers side,
but her fathers. They took care of her, well, sort of,
gave her a bedroom and enrolled her into the closest
public school, but the minute Charlie showed up on the
door step she was on her own. Now she is on her own,
trying to put everything life gave her so far to place it
in whatever the world had thrown at her now. Who knows,
maybe she might just find what she was looking for.

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Charlie Wilson

17 | Female

Feeling: tired

Location: Bus

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It was a cloudy day, a small mist aura had begun to coat the air and humidity soon caught with it. Charlie sighed, knowing a Monday, and a rainy day was no good luck. The grey cream cloud seemed to hug the entire sky as if it were a blanket, never to be opened so the sun could shine through. Some freshman in the back had begun yelling and screaming about how much homework they had, and she lifted her hood from her hoodie/jacket and placed it protectively over her ears and her head. Her hand reached in her pink and pale backpack for a pair of tangled headphones, which were very tangled. Her second week of school and this is how she starts it. Groaning, she slowly began to untangle her shoved pair of headphones, till the point it took her the entire ride to school. The minute she finally undid the last knot, people began to shove and slip on the bus to get off of it as fast as they could so they could go meet up with their pathetic friends. Charlie popped each ear bud in her ear before grabbing her backpack and slinging it over her shoulder, looking down at her muddy knock off white keds and her ripped at the end favorite blue jeans. She was never to complicated, some mascara and eyeliner, a straightener, a jacket and a pair of old jeans pretty much summed up her daily look. The bus driver smiled at her empathetically, giving a small smile back as she stepped off the slippery grey steps that were worn for how many people had laid their shoes on them. Her school seemed to look like a prison that morning, her chocolate brown eyes making eye contact with the doors, walking and trying to have a better outlook on everything. Her chipped pastel purple nails seemed to shine in the dim lighting of the rain while she pushed open the doors, showing her ID to the security guard in order for her to be let in. Things started to get weird as the school was acting more and more like a prison. An hour early, as usual. Charlie didn't have a locker yet, so she usually found a quiet spot to sit on the carpet, away from the people, and listen to music as she worked on an art project. Her daily spot in the back of the theater with a small window was her destination, as she began to walk. During the walk she was pulling out her colored pencils and parchment paper from her backpack, not paying attention at all to the few people in front of her, until BAM, she crashed into a bulky muscular boy with somewhat curly brown hair. "Oh god-I'm sorry.." she trailed off, not meeting his gaze as she picked up her stuff she had dropped. What was wrong with her today? The curse of the rainy monday she predicted more or less.

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the usual morning clouds hover over a group of boys as they coo at the old chevy brought in by their friend. said friend is leaning against the beauty with a proud smile, teeth and all. brooks had almost lost an arm stealing the car, but boy was it worth it. of course he'd have to eventually return it if he doesn't want to be tracked down, but for just a little while brooks can enjoy the car's glory. well, that was his plan, until he saw that girl. she's a just a cute blonde, maybe a bit worn down, yet he always notices her. sometimes her eyes look tired, even from the distance between them, or her jacket a bit wrinkled. she is the new girl, and he thinks he already knows enough about her. every morning she arrives early, probably from a bus, and instead of mingling with her school mates, the blonde hurries to the theater. why does she do that? why does she stay alone? the mystery is appealing itself, especially for brooks. all his life he has been surrounded by people, usually friends, so he never understood how someone could willingly be alone. wanting answers, and maybe something he isn't quite sure of yet, brooks walks toward the new girl at a slow pace. somehow she doesn't notice him (how can you not notice brooks freaking harley??) as he makes his way to her. still, even as they near each other, the blonde doesn't manage to see him, too busy digging in her bag. the result is their bodies colliding. brooks was prepared for it, easily placing his large hands near her smaller shoulders in case she needs to be steadied. when she apologizes his hands drop back to his sides. "no, don't worry 'bout it, it was kind of my fault too." with one of his easy smiles, brooks crouches down to help pick up the girl's stuff. "what had you in such a rush anyway? even i could barely walk that fast," he tries a joke, attempting small talk. "oh, i'm brooks harley by the way."

oh my gosh there are probably a million of grammar mistakes in here but eh

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Charlie was so surprised he had not snapped, her curiosity playing at her mind that he was one of the most popular boys in school and he was making small talk and had not snapped at her for being so clumsy. She was so tired she was about to be prepared to snap back at the non-existent rude comment, but that was the last thing she wanted to do today, was start drama with what she was assuming was a cocky arrogant boy she had only just seen around with girls or even some guys drooling and crawling over him as if he were a well known celebrity. Her chocolate colored eyes scanned his face once or twice, recalling his name in one of her classes, it was either Brandon, Harley, or Brooks, something along those lines. Her colored pencils escaped their little carrier as she tried to stand up, sprawling all over the carpet floor, a pretty light brown ended up being snapped in half by someone that stepped on it. She didn't want to say anything, and so she didn't, but she was sure as hell pissed about it. Her mom had gotten her these set of colored pencils, and she wanted to make them last until they could no longer bare the touch of being held. Charlie hadn't a clue how much time had passed while she was cleaning up her spilt belongings, but more and more people spilled into the school so she assumed as much that the day was about to begin. Finally, with the last thing of picking up her assignments that every teacher had given her, she slid them easily into her new pink and purple polka dot folder and threw it into her backpack. People rolled their eyes at her and some gave her a look of pure pity, but she pushed away the feeling with a roll of her eyes. Before she could have time to react, she never noticed she never responded. "Oh- thanks. I just, um, wanted to get drawing.." she spoke in a hushed whisper, barely letting her words escape her lips before she took the papers from the boy standing in front of her. Why was she so awkward all the time? She groaned a bit before she let a little giggle part her lips from the walking joke he made. "I'm Charlie. Charlie Wilson." she stated, her eyes scanning up again to meet his brown ones, in which he was obviously taller than her so she stepped back a bit and rubbed her calf with her sneaker, waiting to see if he was going to walk off or respond. At least she had gotten his name, so maybe something positive came out of the rainy monday.

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charlie instantly charms him, in a platonic way of course. before he had just seen her a few times, wondering what she was like in person, but now he has somewhat of an idea of what the quiet girl can be like. her expressions had shown on her face recently, and brooks couldn't help but be amused as he watched her face change. she had glared at a color pencil - maybe not at it, but something else - and looked more and more annoyed by the minute. then she had groaned, then giggled, then acted bashful once again. how can such a person be so mysterious? relaxing a bit, brooks decides he wants to investigate her mystery, and prods. "so, " que the lazy smile, "got any room for one more, at wherever you're going?" he forgets to say 'nice to meet you,' but that moment has already passed. maybe he can just say it sometime later. eh. "i'll promise i'll be quiet if you need me to?" and there are the puppy eyes, pout puckered to perfection and brown eyes as if larger with a tilt of the head. no one has ever resisted his puppy eyes (thats a lie but brooks would say otherwise.)

[.winter]

Before Charlie, what she was expecting, was an awkward farewell, Brooks looked like he had been studying her. He was smiling, but she couldn't help staring at the ground. Wasn't his friends around, or something? Isn't there a place he usually goes in the morning? It was puzzling to Charlie that he had still been talking to her, actually interested in who she was and her story. Some people had given them harsh glances, as if two opposites from the social specter was totally off and people should begin to panic. Suddenly, he asked her if he could join her. What would she do? What would she say? She couldn't even talk to people her own gender and age, how could she talk to a cute boy that was older and the opposite gender? Her head was spinning, and she swallowed the frog in her throat dryly, due to just pure nervousness as her blood boiled from bittersweet excitement. Her eyelids battered as her eyelashes flittered, smiling at the floor when he mentioned him being quiet. Taking a huge risk, she nodded softly "Sure-I mean, if you want to. That'd be nice to have some company." and that was it, she began walking to a small, quiet, and comfortable place by the back of the theater entrance.

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as if an excited puppy, brooks quickly follows behind charlie to her spot. it's quiet and kind of small, but has little to no people any where near it. he can easily see the appeal in the place, and if things go well today, he may have to follow the girl here every morning. the lighting is anywhere but bright, very dull due to only three lights working. with dark walls against dark light, brooks can't help but feel tired. despite the early bedtime he adopted the night before, brooks still feels sleep eating its way to him. he had to wake up around four to snatch that chevy. the stupid, but beautiful, car had taken more time than he had anticipated. while he was in the middle of starting the car, a neighbor had walked out of his house to catch brooks in the act. thankfully brooks' back was to the man, but it was still a close call (not that he didn't get a thrill from successfully speeding off.) his eyes suddenly feel dry, eyelids almost heavy, but he still manages to look at charlie. "so, is this the part where i shut up," he slides down to sit on the floor, ignoring the empty theater seats. "or can i start asking you really weird questions?" a lazy grin slips onto his features as he looks up at the blonde girl, chin propped by his palm.

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Charlie had somewhat ignored the steps echoed through the side theater room, nobody ever came in here anyway, not even the theater kids. They usually stayed behind the theater and worked on some play the school was producing. She dropped her backpack on the corner of her spot, the slump of the little thing making the room echo again. Her jeans hugged her in just the right places, in her hips and her legs, as she sat down easily, in which other jeans she would of crashed and hurt her back on the brick wall behind her. Charlie adored the aura of the little room though, dim and just enough light so that she could work on her art project. Her iPod usually had the freedom to roam freely as the lyrical music made her soul smile every bad or gross morning. When she was finally all set up, her hair perfectly swayed to the left as she looked at him. "I'm not that interesting. But you can ask me weird questions." she muttered, a little louder than how she responded in the hallway. She mimicked his pose, being silly, being more herself now that they were away from the judgmental. But it was strange, she just met Brooks. Why was she so keen on being herself?