Post by pergirl13 on Jun 11, 2009 1:41:38 GMT -7
†Charlotte-May-Jupiter†
†Charlie†
[/center]†General Information†
Full Name: Charlotte May Jupiter
Nicknames: Charlie
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Age they appear: 22
Race: Human
Orentation: Straight
Health Problems: Anaemic
†Personality†
Basic Personality:
Likes:
† Chocolate
† Secrets
† Reading
† Night
† Rain
Hates:
† Snakes
† Milk
† Spanish Language
† Yellow
† Driving
Talents:
† Great Hearing
† Smart
† Witty
† Stealthy
† Good at hiding
Habits:
† Twirling hair
† Staring idly into space
† Tapping tables
† Rubbing eyes
† Laughing
†Appearance:†
Skin Color: Lightly tanned
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Blue
Build: Skinny
Piercing/Scars/Tattoos: Ears pierced
Choice of Clothing: Browns and yellows. Tend to be flowy, like dresses or tops. Jeans also
Wolf Appearance: None
Other: N/A
†History:†
History: i was born on the seventh of april in the national hospital of cardiff, where i was born and bred. i was the youngest out of my family, my sister, sarah, being older by two years, my cousin katie being a year older, and my cousin alisha being six months older. so i was always the baby of the family. constantly fussed over.
when i was four, i went to the local primary school, where all my cousins and sister went. it was a great school and made many close friends. one of which gave me my first pet, mabel, a beautiful black and white cat. it was our family cat, and she died when i was ten years old. at that time, my auntie and my uncle tom moved to a smaller town near the south of wales, whilst me and my family moved over here.
since then, i have been known to watch the vampires and werewolves throughout the area. sometimes, i have been tempted to join one of them. i do like the night so probably be a vampire if anything.
Mother/Father: harriet jane jupiter/harry james jupiter
Siblings: sarah louise jupiter
Offspring: n/a
Other: snow white cat called jemima
†RP example: A beautiful tune filled the forest, emitting from not far off from the fence the bordered the city. The sounds were coming from the encampment nearby. The sky was darkened, lit up slightly by the rising sun in the West, edging higher above the glistening surface of the lake. The high fence cast a shadow on the dark green grass, creating the impression of a cage over the small cat that rested, stretched out on the floor.
The cat arched its back, jumping up onto its legs, and walked lazily down a worn path, into the trees and closer to the source of the music that flowed freely through the trees. A golden glow flitted through the trees from the fire. A pair of small hands reached down and picked up the cat, placing it carefully on the navy, worn material of a long skirt.
The cat looked up at the owner of the hands and saw the features of a young girl, her eyes a dark emerald that sparkled from the fire that flickered in the light breeze. Her long, chocolate brown hair flowed freely around her shoulders, held back slightly by two small plaits that were held at the back of her head. Her small, dainty hands stroked the orange and black fur of the cat. Her smile lighting up her face as she listened to the music.
Her eyes were on the figure in the middle of a group of young children, all dressed in navy and all kinds of blue. The figure in the middle held a worn guitar, carefully strumming the strings with his fingers, a born natural. His short, copper blonde hair was in spikes on his head, being blown by the light breeze as he sang along with the tune, captivating the children.
He glanced over at the boy sat off to the side of him with his dark blue eyes and gave a smile. The boy returned it, pushing his dark red hair out of his turquoise eyes in vain as it fell in front of his left eye again. He looked down at the piece of paper he held, reading the work as he listened, his eyes barely skimming the page as he read, before passing it back to the young girl who had given it to him.
The boy in the middle finished his song and the children erupted into applause, smiles and gleeful expressions on their face as he stood up, holding the guitar in his right hand as he stepped over to the girl with the cat. He placed the guitar carefully by the chair and ran a hand down the cat’s back, smiling as it purred in response.
“Come,” he whispered, brushing past her as he headed down the worn track. The girl glanced over at the red haired boy, who nodded in response. She rose to her feet, the cat jumping down as she made after him, reaching the edge of the forest and the high fence of the city.
The copper haired boy stood in front of the fence, his eyes admiring the height and length of it. The girl stood beside him, looking around herself at the fence, then dropping her gaze on someone stood beside the fence.
“Insider,” she whispered, pulling him towards her and along to stand in front of the figure. The figure was a girl, with medium length black hair that was tied up in a red ribbon. The girl’s dark green eyes fell on the pair and she took in a sharp intake of breath. “Insider.”
“Outcast,” the girl replied, her expression not of hatred, but of curiosity. “The music?”
“Is mine,” the boy replied, taking a step towards her and smiling as she stepped away. He held his hands up in a symbol of surrender. “My music.”
“It’s…beautiful,” the girl murmured, keeping a wary distance from him. He took another step forward towards her, but she stood still. He approached the fence and placed his hands against it. She stood in silence for a few seconds, then walked up to the fence, placing her hands against his. “Beautiful.”
He gave her a smile, linking his fingers with hers through the fence. “I don’t bite,” he said quietly, looking at her clothes. She wore a beautiful red dress, just going past her knees. The dress was drawn in at the waist and the top part was a corset.
The girl looked down at their linked fingers and her eyes trailed up to his as he spoke. “I…I can see that,” she replied softly, stepping closer to the fence. “Lierne.”
“Kynan,” he responded, letting go of her hands and dropping his own to his side. He pressed his face up against the fence and she leant towards him, as if to brush lips, but he pulled away. “Pleasure to meet you, Lierne.”
He turned around and looked at the girl with him, who held a frown. He smiled at her, holding out his hand to her. She took the hand and they walked back down the worn track, back into the encampment, leaving behind a dazed girl, trapped from them behind a high fence.
Kynan stepped into the camp and strided over to the red haired boy. He sat down on the floor beside him, reading the paper on the floor in front of him with problems. “Why do you read this, Hale? I do not understand it.”
“Words make my world move,” Hale replied, glancing down at Kynan and taking the work off of him. He glanced through it and passed it to the young girl beside him, the same girl as before. She had long red hair that reached her waist. This was Hale’s youngest sister.
“I understand what you say,” the girl that had sat down on the floor in front of Hale said, brushing hair off of her face. “Honest.”
“I know, Serta. What did you see at the fence?” Hale asked, seeing the mischievous glint in Kynan’s eye. He raised an eyebrow and turned to face Serta, who merely looked down, almost ashamed. “Heresy, leave.”
The young girl nodded and left the group. Hale watched her small, retreating form, then slid down onto the dry, crisp grass, closer to them. “Kynan, speak.”
Kynan ran a hand through his spiky hair and glanced towards the path they had just returned from. He looked back at Hale with a smile. “A girl. I saw a girl. An Insider. We touched.”
“Touched?”
“Yes.”
“Are you crazy! You cannot, Kynan!” Hale exclaimed, looking at Kynan with horror. “We cannot do that! It is forbidden!”
“I never was one for rules, Hale,” Kynan replied bluntly, rubbing his hands together with a smile. “And she is beautiful. She heard my music and liked it.”
“How? None can hear your music but us. Outcasts,” Serta murmured, shaking her head in bewilderment.
“Then maybe, my dear Serta, she is more than we think she is. She may be one of us,” Kynan pointed out, receiving confused looks from the pair. “Maybe she is an Outcast that is being protected by her parents.”
Hale frowned in thought and nodded. “I see. That may be so, but you are forbidden to go near the fence again, Kynan. Do we understand each other.”
He let out a deep sigh and nodded, lying himself down on the crunchy grass and looking up at the sky. He watched the clouds dancing across the blue as the sun had fully risen and smiled. “You can try to keep me away.”
†
The cat arched its back, jumping up onto its legs, and walked lazily down a worn path, into the trees and closer to the source of the music that flowed freely through the trees. A golden glow flitted through the trees from the fire. A pair of small hands reached down and picked up the cat, placing it carefully on the navy, worn material of a long skirt.
The cat looked up at the owner of the hands and saw the features of a young girl, her eyes a dark emerald that sparkled from the fire that flickered in the light breeze. Her long, chocolate brown hair flowed freely around her shoulders, held back slightly by two small plaits that were held at the back of her head. Her small, dainty hands stroked the orange and black fur of the cat. Her smile lighting up her face as she listened to the music.
Her eyes were on the figure in the middle of a group of young children, all dressed in navy and all kinds of blue. The figure in the middle held a worn guitar, carefully strumming the strings with his fingers, a born natural. His short, copper blonde hair was in spikes on his head, being blown by the light breeze as he sang along with the tune, captivating the children.
He glanced over at the boy sat off to the side of him with his dark blue eyes and gave a smile. The boy returned it, pushing his dark red hair out of his turquoise eyes in vain as it fell in front of his left eye again. He looked down at the piece of paper he held, reading the work as he listened, his eyes barely skimming the page as he read, before passing it back to the young girl who had given it to him.
The boy in the middle finished his song and the children erupted into applause, smiles and gleeful expressions on their face as he stood up, holding the guitar in his right hand as he stepped over to the girl with the cat. He placed the guitar carefully by the chair and ran a hand down the cat’s back, smiling as it purred in response.
“Come,” he whispered, brushing past her as he headed down the worn track. The girl glanced over at the red haired boy, who nodded in response. She rose to her feet, the cat jumping down as she made after him, reaching the edge of the forest and the high fence of the city.
The copper haired boy stood in front of the fence, his eyes admiring the height and length of it. The girl stood beside him, looking around herself at the fence, then dropping her gaze on someone stood beside the fence.
“Insider,” she whispered, pulling him towards her and along to stand in front of the figure. The figure was a girl, with medium length black hair that was tied up in a red ribbon. The girl’s dark green eyes fell on the pair and she took in a sharp intake of breath. “Insider.”
“Outcast,” the girl replied, her expression not of hatred, but of curiosity. “The music?”
“Is mine,” the boy replied, taking a step towards her and smiling as she stepped away. He held his hands up in a symbol of surrender. “My music.”
“It’s…beautiful,” the girl murmured, keeping a wary distance from him. He took another step forward towards her, but she stood still. He approached the fence and placed his hands against it. She stood in silence for a few seconds, then walked up to the fence, placing her hands against his. “Beautiful.”
He gave her a smile, linking his fingers with hers through the fence. “I don’t bite,” he said quietly, looking at her clothes. She wore a beautiful red dress, just going past her knees. The dress was drawn in at the waist and the top part was a corset.
The girl looked down at their linked fingers and her eyes trailed up to his as he spoke. “I…I can see that,” she replied softly, stepping closer to the fence. “Lierne.”
“Kynan,” he responded, letting go of her hands and dropping his own to his side. He pressed his face up against the fence and she leant towards him, as if to brush lips, but he pulled away. “Pleasure to meet you, Lierne.”
He turned around and looked at the girl with him, who held a frown. He smiled at her, holding out his hand to her. She took the hand and they walked back down the worn track, back into the encampment, leaving behind a dazed girl, trapped from them behind a high fence.
Kynan stepped into the camp and strided over to the red haired boy. He sat down on the floor beside him, reading the paper on the floor in front of him with problems. “Why do you read this, Hale? I do not understand it.”
“Words make my world move,” Hale replied, glancing down at Kynan and taking the work off of him. He glanced through it and passed it to the young girl beside him, the same girl as before. She had long red hair that reached her waist. This was Hale’s youngest sister.
“I understand what you say,” the girl that had sat down on the floor in front of Hale said, brushing hair off of her face. “Honest.”
“I know, Serta. What did you see at the fence?” Hale asked, seeing the mischievous glint in Kynan’s eye. He raised an eyebrow and turned to face Serta, who merely looked down, almost ashamed. “Heresy, leave.”
The young girl nodded and left the group. Hale watched her small, retreating form, then slid down onto the dry, crisp grass, closer to them. “Kynan, speak.”
Kynan ran a hand through his spiky hair and glanced towards the path they had just returned from. He looked back at Hale with a smile. “A girl. I saw a girl. An Insider. We touched.”
“Touched?”
“Yes.”
“Are you crazy! You cannot, Kynan!” Hale exclaimed, looking at Kynan with horror. “We cannot do that! It is forbidden!”
“I never was one for rules, Hale,” Kynan replied bluntly, rubbing his hands together with a smile. “And she is beautiful. She heard my music and liked it.”
“How? None can hear your music but us. Outcasts,” Serta murmured, shaking her head in bewilderment.
“Then maybe, my dear Serta, she is more than we think she is. She may be one of us,” Kynan pointed out, receiving confused looks from the pair. “Maybe she is an Outcast that is being protected by her parents.”
Hale frowned in thought and nodded. “I see. That may be so, but you are forbidden to go near the fence again, Kynan. Do we understand each other.”
He let out a deep sigh and nodded, lying himself down on the crunchy grass and looking up at the sky. He watched the clouds dancing across the blue as the sun had fully risen and smiled. “You can try to keep me away.”
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