Post by STAFF on Oct 16, 2011 6:07:31 GMT -5
<Charlotte Hunter>
Full Name- Charlotte Anne Hunter
Nicknames- Charlie
Gender- Female.
Occupation- Dental Surgery Receptionist
Age- 18
Date of Birth- December 3rd
Sexual Orientation- Heterosexual
Location- Manhattan, NY
Faction- Civilian
Celebrity Claim- Browning, Emily
What should we call you?- XXXX
Play anyone else?- No
Have You Read the Rules?- In Mexico, you know what they call Twinkies? "Los submarinos."
Personality-
Charlotte is a very shy and reserved individual, often opting for the comfort of her own company over others. She isn’t of the typical kind of teenage girl. Charlotte isn’t one for going out partying and does not prioritise socialising as the main thing that’s needed in her life. Charlotte is family orientated; she focuses a lot of her time on spending with her family or putting toward her studies.
Though she is shy, when you do managed to get past her barriers, Charlotte is a very caring and warm hearted individual. She is the kind of girl who will do anything for anyone and will rarely ask questions when doing so. Charlotte is a lot like her father in the sense that she will often drop her own plans, to help another with her own.
Charlotte is indeed the bookworm type and because of that she finds that she knows quite a bit about everything. She is also, having been fingered the knowledgeable kind..has the problem of being depended on. Charlotte can often become treated like a doormat, and allow it. People come to her for things, possibly help with work or a personal problem or just general advice and she never asks for anything in return. She knows however, that if she did, with certain people..they would not grace her with the same treatment.
She is a fairly calm individual, she does not let things get on top of her easily and even if things are as worse as can be..she likes to try and see the upper side to everything. Charlotte is quite bubbly when you get to know her; she’s quite the life and soul when given a chance. However, it’s not all smiles and sunshine with Charlotte. When this girl blows her fuse, you will surely know about it. Charlotte rarely loses her temper but when she does, it’s often for good reason.
Charlotte is fiercely loyal to her friends and family, and finds that she will stick her own neck on the line for them. She’s also very protective and will not have anyone say or do anything bad to the ones she loves.
Likes-
- Photography
- Peanut Butter
- The Beatles
Dislikes-
- Heavy Metal Music
- The Rain
- Horror Movies
Strengths-
- Level-headed
- Calm
- Quickthinking
Weaknesses-
- Hesitant/Indecisive
- Painfully Shy
- Physically Weak
Skills-
- Plays Guitar
- Multilingual – French and Spanish
- Gymnast
Flaws-
- Scar - On her right forearm, she was bitten by a dog.
- Orthorexia
- Nyctophobia - fear of the dark
Hair- Charlie has dark brown hair. Her hair is naturally wavy in style and sits just passed her shoulders.
Eye Color- Green
Race- Caucasian
Physique- Slim
Height- 5'2
Weight- 118lbs
Birthplace- Syracuse, New York
Mother- Susanna
Father- James
Siblings- Ella, Kristen and Jake
Other- N/A
History-
Charlotte Anne Hunter was born on December 3rd, in Syracuse, New York.
Growing up in the Hunter home and being the middle child out of three girls was difficult. Charlotte found it extremely hard to bond with either of her sisters and found that she spent a lot more time with her brother, Jake. Of course, having three girls put a lot of stress on James as the girls never really saw eye to eye. Ella, was far too young and Charlotte had a habit of following Kristen around like a little shadow..much to her elder, teen sisters dismay.
With Ella being so young, Susannas time was mostly taken up by the infant. Her father was always working. Her brother was away at College and her older sister pushed her away as much as possible. So, Charlotte got used to being alone. The young girl easily closed herself off from those around her and the same behaviour began to pick up at school.
Charlotte was becoming increasingly dejected from groups at school, she’d often be found buried in a book somewhere, never much caring to socialise and rather setting her sights a little higher, on her studies and extracurricular after school activities. She had a passion for gymnastics, which she used to attend after school and had also competed in small competitions, but nothing to full on because of her shy nature; she often cowered away from large crowds.
It appeared that her shy nature did not go unnoticed and eventually Charlotte became victim to bullying. She never spoke about it and the subject only surfaced when her mother realised a change in her routine and specifically her eating habits. They took her to counselling and as a result of their findings opted to home school Charlotte. Which wasn’t cheap, but James didn’t mind working the extra hours and Charlotte even got herself a small job as a receptionist just to help pay the tutor bills.
Anything else?- N/A
Sample RP-
The gentle beams of sun crept in between the curtains of her window and as the brunette began to lightly awaken, she could feel the heat radiating against her skin. She lay still for a few moments, finding herself in between that state of sleep and awake. She debated whether to get up now, or take five more minutes to herself. However, the choice became no more as she sound of disturbance piqued at her ears. Gently, her eyes flickered open. She lay still perfectly as she listened to the sounds. It was coming from outside. Now, she wasn’t one to be so nosey and pry in others business as it really did not concern her, but..something told her inside, that she had to see what was going on.
Peeling back the sheets on her bed, she slowly and silently, as not to wake her sister who was sleeping in the bed next to her. Ella had, had a bad dream and had snuck into her bed the previous evening. She didn’t mind too much, although the young child did wriggle an awful lot. With her feet on the ground she carried herself to the window. Dividing the curtains apart, she dropped her eyes to the street below. There were people in the street, arguing and fighting. Some were injured, laying on the sidewalk or staggering about for help. She wasn’t sure what was going on, but it became clear that she was not the only one to notice all of this. Her father and mother could be heard from next door.
With a confused expression on her face, she slowly let the curtains drop and turned to Ella who was just waking up. The young child had been disturbed, she yawned heavily and rubbed at her eyes. Charlotte moved back toward the bed and plonked herself on the end. She extended her arms and reeled her little sister toward her, hugging closely. She heard footsteps, which belonged to her mother who was now lingering in the doorway. She told the girls that they needed to get dressed and pack a bag, because they were going away.
Ella was young; she figured they were going on holiday. Maybe they were going to Disneyland? She’d never seen Ella jump up so fast. She watched as the child jumped from her bed and rushed down the hallway. Charlotte wasn’t so naive. She shared a look of concern with her mother who said nothing; instead she simply turned away and followed her own given instructions. Charlotte soon came to her feet. The young brunette headed to her closet and began to pull out clothing. After placing on her undergarments, she slid into a pair of black skinny jeans. On top, she wore a black and white striped round neck t-shirt. Grabbing her small rucksack from atop of the closet shelf, she began to fill is full of clothes, along with a Swiss army knife that her grandfather had given to her and a photo of her family.
When she was finished and set to go, she pulled the bag strap over her shoulder and reached for the black zipper hoodie off the back of her door. Charlotte stepped out of the door and took one last look inside of her beautiful bedroom, this may have been the last time she ever saw this place. She was going to miss it. It didn’t take her long to join her mother and sister downstairs, where Ella was still smiling from ear to ear. The poor girl was convinced they were going somewhere nice, but judging by what Charlotte had previously seen..she found that hard to believe.
When her father came, she instantly turned to watch as he rummaged through the desk in the study facing them. He grabbed a gun. It must have been as bad as it looked. Her father wasn’t a violent man and carrying a weapon like this, was not the type of man he was so he must have seen it appropriate. Her heart fell heavy as she viewed her father handing the rights to the family car over to her mother. He wasn’t coming with them by the looks of it and the look on both their faces only lead her to further believe this assumption. He assured them that everything was going to be okay and even though she trusted him entirely, how could he be sure? He did not know what he’d be faced with?
Charlotte hated arguing with her father but sometimes it was necessary. Charlotte could not, no..she would not get into that car and drive away, leaving him behind. She just couldn’t do it. She’d quietly gone with her mother toward the car but when it came to getting inside, her heart got the better of her. She slammed the car door and ran back toward James “I can’t do it. You can’t expect us to just drive away and leave you here all alone” the brunette cried, the disheartened look upon her face. She glanced over her shoulder toward her mother who had fixed Ella into her car seat and was waiting to go. Charlotte looked back at James “Something might happen to you and I can’t get in that car knowing that you are by yourself, the not knowing will drive me insane. Please, let me stay with you..” she begged him desperately, she’d hate worrying about his well being. Her father was her rock, her mother’s rock too..he kept the family together and without him, they were nothing.
It didn’t take a lot to cave James. He could see his daughters increasing concern and he couldn’t deny her, her wish. So, he let her stay. James assured Susanna that Charlotte and he would be okay and once they’d said their goodbyes, it was time to go. Charlotte didn’t wish to leave either of her parents; it wasn’t a matter of favourites because if this had been her mother, she’d have wanted to go along too. She just figured that two was better than one right now.