Charlie Cross

Aesthetics

[/b] Charlie is quite simply put, built like a model. With toned muscles that accentuate her soft body, and lush, ample curves, she is quite the beauty. Her hair is long, falling down to just below her shoulder blades when straight, and her eyes are a stunning hazel shade. She has the appearance of somebody who clearly works out, with a tanned, silken complexion.


Apparel: Though she tries to go with the more down to earth look of jeans, shorts, t-shirts and tank tops, she does have a few designer outfits she chooses to wear when the mood strikes her to stand out. Though with her current habit and desire to blend in, it is not very often. Her favorite shoes would have to be her sketcher tennis shoes and her lugz combat boots. It is not really because they serve a purpose, but simply because they are rather fashionable.
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History

[/b] Charlie was born in a small shit hole of a town known as Vanderhoof, in the lovely are of British Columbia. From there she grew up in the town of Fraser Lake. It was a small desolate place with a population of about 1,300 people and absolutely nothing to do other than fishing, hiking, camping, recreational vehicles and partying. Her family was about as small as the town, consisting of her, her little sister Dylan and their alcoholic mother. Every once in awhile their father would drop by, for the simple act of sleeping with their mother and giving her false hopes that he would one day stick around, but it was clear when she became pregnant with Dylan that he was not the marrying type.
Left to take care of the two girls on her own, their mother turned to alcohol, and as soon as Charlie was able to fend for herself and look after Dylan, their mother’s existence in the home became practically nonexistent. Sure, she was there on occasion, though usually passed out on the floor in the bathroom or on the couch with her head hanging in a bucket or trash bin.
It was hell, pure and simple, and though she was young, Charlie tried to do the best she could to take care of herself and her little sister. Yet no matter how much she tried to conform to the life she was given, to accept her short comings in life and live as her path dictated, she could not stop dreaming. Dreaming of bigger and better things that would take her away from that town, away from that life she had been chained into. Yet year after year, things never changed, and her hope began to fade.
However, at the age of 14, she met a man who was a good 7 years her senior. Typically most girls would have run away, or thought the whole situation a bit creepy. But he fed her full of ideals and dreams that were just like those she had carried with her for so many years. He used her, though she did not know it at the time, and soon enough he had convinced her to leave behind all she had ever known, leave behind her sister, in order to get a better life for herself and perhaps one day a better life for Dylan.
So, late one night after she had made dinner and made sure that her sister had done her homework and gotten to bed on time, she slipped a letter under Dylan’s pillow.

Then, with what few belonging she could carry, she was gone. Off to live her life and to try and build something better for her and her sister. However, her plans did not work out the way she had hoped they would.
No sooner had she left with James, than he began to knock her around and treat her like his possession and nothing more. Not only that, but he got her started on cocaine, figuring it was the best way to keep her thin so that he could make money off of her modeling career. It was hard, but she managed to scrape by, saving up what money she could hide and sending what little bit she could afford to Dylan. At least until she found out that her sister had moved. It was only then that the checks stopped, and instead Charlie began to put the money away with another goal in mind. She wanted to get away. She was already too hooked on her drugs to stop, and the party life was too alluring to walk away from, but she knew that if she could just save up enough she could find her sister and perhaps try to give her a life better than what they had grown up with.
So now here she is, broken away from James, her manager, and living in a condo in San Diego. The town where she believes Dylan to be. It is time to head back to school and see if she can find her sister and change her life once more. Maybe this place PHS 774 will be just what she needs to get her life together, or maybe it will be her ultimate downfall. Only time can tell.


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