Charlie Cross

[Charlie Cross]

Vitals

[/b] Charlie Joe Cross
Nickname(s): Char, C.J, C.C
Age/Grade: 17, Junior
Birthday: October 23
Place of Birth: Vanderhoof, British Columbia
Ethnicity:Caucasian
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 137 lbs
Blood type: AB Negative
Hair Color: Naturally blond, though dyes it black ( usually with highlights )
Eye Color: Hazel
Sexuality: Straight

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[Charlie Cross]

Persona

[/b] Charlie has always been the girl to dream bigger than the life of a girl born into a small, one horse town, to a single mother and a in again out again father. From a very early age, she would look at those around her and imagine having their lives and the lives of all those big shot movie stars that she saw on television. When she was given the chance to run, to escape the hell she grew up on, she did. And though she had changed a lot since the day she left her hometown, she is still and always will be a dreamer on the inside. Outwardly, she puts on a cold, uncaring front when she is around others. It is nothing personal against them, and in all honesty she does have the ability to be nice and be herself, it just takes time and patience on the part of the other person. Mostly though, she puts up her front in order to hide the overwhelming drug addiction she suffers from. It is this one factor which consumes her life these days, and though she can come across as being “normal” there are times when she slips. It is during these times of being high or drunk that she lets her guard down and that a person has a better shot at getting to see a glimpse of the girl she used to be, the girl who was nothing more than a dreamer with a beautiful heart. All in all, she is a fun girl to be around if you can put forth the effort to get to know the girl behind the mask.



Mentality: Sane, if you can consider chronic addiction and alcoholism sanity
Ideal: You can be anything you want if you just dream big enough.
Belief: One day she will be more than what she was born to be.

Hobbies: Modeling, partying, fashion, social events
Talents: modeling, designing, socializing
Favorite things: modeling, daydreaming, fashion, socializing, alcohol, partying, cocaine.
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[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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[Charlie Cross]

Combat

[/b] She has a fighting style that involves a bit of kickboxing and a bit of regular boxing. This is due to the fact that she was put into training by her manager in order to keep her figure and to make sure that she was well shaped and ready for any shoot the photographers and companies that hired her wanted to shoot. Though on the side, she did pick up a bit of learning, from one of her many boyfriends, as to weaponry training. She knows how to handle a gun or a knife if the need arises, but typically she tries to stay away from that, due to the fact that she likes it just a little too much.

Years Practiced: 3 years total
Description: It is a rather rough style that she has, given that she was never too into her training, at least not the physical type. The weapons training on the other hand is something she took great interest in and has become rather good at, even going so far as to purchase a basic .9 mm handgun which she keeps under her mattress.
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[Charlie Cross]

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.

Dylan- I am sorry to have to do this to you, but I have to leave this place. I feel like every day my life is slowly slipping away and I am suffocating in this one horse town. There is nothing for me here, and I hope someday you will understand.
I have met a man, he says that he can get me a job as a model in a big city, and that I will make a lot of money doing it. I am so excited and my only regret is that I cannot take you with me. But please, do not give up on me. I will come back for you one day when I have a place for us to live. Until then, make sure to do your school work, eat well, and take care of yourself. And always remember, I love you.
Love,
Charlie

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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[Charlie Cross]

Living Status Information

[/b] A nice spacious condo with two bedrooms and plenty of furniture that she has saved for over two years to afford. Her junior modeling career is what she uses to continue to support both her living situation and her drug habit.
Roommates: None at the moment.
Cases Against the Students: 0
Cases Against the Teachers: 0
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Stats

[/b] 10
Dexterity: 10
Constitution: 20
Intelligence: 20
Wisdom: 10
Charisma: 20

The Bio Approval Code Phrase:Must be made with something weak like raditz….
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ACCEPTED!!!!!!

[Charlie Cross]

Vehicle



A gift from James after he returned one night drunk and angry. He landed her in the hospital and was forced to cancel several of her modelling gigs. He said he felt so guilty he just wanted to give his little princess something to make all the bad go away. Though she never forgave him, she took the car as payment for the hell he put her through and as a means of escape from him. Despite the bad memories surrounding the car, she still loves it and takes pride in the fact that she is able to own something like that.