charlotte lily henry


i've been in a rut, back and forth

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name:

Charlotte. And I like to be called Charlotte, no variations or nicknames please. My birth certificate says Charlotte Lily Henry, a name given to me by my grandmother, who is quite a selfish woman because she named me after herself.

face claim:

Taylor Momsen.

age:

I'm young. I'm only eighteen and most say that age doesn't measure life experience, but that's different from me, the girl that's never left the town.

birthday:

I was born a rainy november 15 in 1989. But it's always rainy here, right?

hometown:

Born and raised in Directions. You might be surprised but I've actually never left the city. My dad always said that traveling was pointless. I've always wanted to see the world. I don't have the guts, though.

gender:

simply female.

group:

I guess my family would be higher class. I'm not like the other kids in my class though, my parent's wealth doesn't effect my personality like it does to some. I've tried to never let things get to my head, my dad was always there to keep it from getting to my head.

sexuality:

To tell you the truth, I'm a bit prude. I didn't know about gays and lesbians until last year when I was finally allowed out of my bubble. My parents have strong Christian values and decided what I was allowed to know and what I wasn't. I'm straight, but I don't find myself being attracted to many men, except of course David Beckham.

job:

I attend classes at community college. Only part time so the other half of the time I'm working at Harrods in the mall. I make an honest days living, I guess. Not that I need the money, just something to do when I'm not studying for an exam.

appearance:

I guess I have that girl's next door thing going for me. I've never found myself attractive because I see myself everyday in the mirror. I'm always the same, boring Charlotte. My father always wondered why I didn't have more boyfriends in Grade School, and my mother always told me that I was pretty. I found it hard to believe. Guys my age don't like boring girls. They like experimenting and apparently a vast majority likes other guys, which I didn’t realize for a really long time. I’m more of a friend to guys then the hot girl they all want to ‘bang’. Haha. I asked my mom once and she said it was my personality, apparently I'm high strung. Most people think that I think I'm better then them. It's not true.

My childhood nickname tells a lot about my appearance. My dad called me Banana. I know it's a ridiculous nickname, but it was cute at the time. I have yellow hair. I mean yellow just like a the peel of a banana. In the summer, it becomes the colour of the banana itself and slowly fades to that dark hue of blonde. I'm not sure where I get the trait from, both my parents have mud brown hair. My skin is fair and almost translucent, I was born with Jaundice and at the time, the whites of my eyes, my skin and my nails were all yellow but I outgrew that by six months old. I'm also tall and slim like a banana. I'm a little bit on the skinny side, but a healthy weight, not anything like Mary-Kate Olsen or Nicole Richie. I guess Banana was a better name then 'Big Bird'.

Everybody says I look exactly like my father. I would say he's a handsome man with bright blue eyes and dark hair and skin. I'm the paler, blonder, green-eyed version of him. I have thin lips, a pale pink that always require some kind of gloss. I love my lips being sticky, I have since I was a toddler and got into my mother's makeup. I find my nose to be far to large for my 'angelic' face. It just seems out of place sometimes, but other times I couldn't wish for a better me. My eyes are light green, sometimes they appear to be blue and my eyebrows are three shades darker then my hair. I don't really wear a lot of makeup. I don't need to attract any attention from anyone.

I never brush my hair. I know, you must think it's a naughty rats nest. It's not. I have a slight wave and it's glossy. I've always had long hair, except I came out of the womb looking like Bert (from Bert & Ernie) with a tuft of long, white hair. In the mornings, I pull my fingers through it. It stays straight, with a bit of a wave throughout the day. It's the way I like it. I trim it every six months, but I'm protective of my hair. It's a comfort shield. I've always had it long, there is no reason to change it.

personality:

prude & naive

I'm not expirenced. The way I learnt about sex was in seventh grade when this boy, Jame Lohan got up when we were learning about personal hygiene and our bodies shouted out, "I like sex!" Many kids started laughing and joking around, and James-No-Shame Lohan just smiled, he was the class clown, but it was easy to get a group of grade sevens laughing, just say Sex. I was confused. So the weekend after, I was at a friend's house and asked her what it meant. She was the one that gave me the sex taught, carefully repeating what her mother had said to her. I was intrigued and grossed out, and wondered why my parents had never told me about this act.

If you haven't guessed it already, the first seventeen years in my life were spent in a bubble. Blocking out any sexual behavior or speak by my classmates. I have a gift for that, hearing things I don't want to hear. My parents never brought out the subject until I talked to my mom on my eighteenth birthday. She was shocked and appalled to think that I even knew anything about sex. My parents have strong Christian values. My Sundays as a child were spent reading bible stories and discussing them with my dad.

I've never had a boyfriend. Or my first kiss. And you guessed it, I'm a virgin.

strongwilled & opinionated

I'm not afraid of things. My mom always said I was too fearless, that my fears would keep me grounded and she was right. You don't know how many times I've fallen out of a tree because a guy dared me that I couldn't climb it.

I love sharing my opinions. Debate is a love of mine, it a form of arguing, and at the end of the day you can't go home with a grudge. In my opinion, debates would solve a lot more issues then hitting and kicking. If someones rubbing me the wrong way, they'll know about it. Lets just say I don't take any crap. My mom always said to be ladylike, and I still remain that way but I can't help saying what I want to say. My mom is a woman who doesn't speak her mind. She thinks that all women should be like that, she doesn't get the consept of feminism. She still believes that a man should take care of a woman. To tell you the truth, I would hate being taken care of llike a child.

carefree

me and my dad are opposites. I'm north pole, he's south. My dad is an architect, he's a perfectionist and likes everything one way. With him, it's his way or the highway, but I don't care if a picture is lopsided or if I leave my coffee mug in the kitchen sink. My dad is a control freak and I just go with the flow. I've always been that way. I still wont let people walk all over me, but I wont think it's a big deal if someone asks me to do them a big favor.

I could careless about looks, grades and boys, but my dad puts a lot of pressure on me to excel at everything. I don't have the brains to get As. I don't have the looks to get guys, and but things are still working out for me. I don't need people in my life, they just simple come and go.

father: Nigel Charles henry
occupation: Architect

mother: Patricia Liz Henry
occupation: Homemaker

steps: N/A

siblings: Alfred (Alfie) Nigel Henry, twin

pets: Old English Sheep Dog, Mr. Mitts

history:

My father and mother met in highschool. You could say they were high school sweethearts. They grew up in Directions, it was the city their parents grew up in too. The only time my father left the city was to go to London to study architecture. He left my mom here, pregnant with my and my twin, Alfie. He came back to his childhood home, the place he knew and was comfortable in with his degree and met his six months old. My father always referred to the first time he saw us as the most terrific moment. He was glad to be home, in a place he felt safe in. He used to tell me tales about how terrible London is.

I grew up in Directions. Raised with strong Christian morals, we attended all services and my mother was on the committee and set up all the bake sales. Our house was always filled with aromas of things I couldn't eat. I'm not sure why God was so important to my parents, but I was raised that way and God was important to me. For seventeen years straight I didn't miss a sermon by the paster, but my birthday fell on a Sunday this year and my friends had gotten me drunk at some hip nightclub and I passed out at someones house. I was so embarrassed when I sneaked in at nine a.m., my father just laughed.

I was a kid for a long time. I wasn't exposed to anything, I didn't watch The Simpsons. Alfie was always more wild then me, I had to be the angel, he was the devil. My dad expected me to mess up, but I never did. I got good grades, I had a good reputation and sometimes it was like my father wanted me to do something bad. He's an understand man, the best father in the world, to me atleast. My mother was always happy I took a good path, she didn't wonder why I didn't have boyfriends or a lot bestfriends. I'm not a very social person, I've been invited to parties, but I never go. I can't dance.

When I finished school with honors, I got accepted into Yale. I didn't want to leave my family, leave Alfie. At the time that I got accepted, I was to coward to leave home. I thought it would be to much work, and then there was Alfie. He was going through some hard times. Alfie, the wild child, was supposed to get help, he's different. He does drugs, he suffers from an eating disorder and depression, he self-harms and he kisses other boys. I love my bother, and I don't always respect his choices but I live with them. Alfie moved out to London, he's always begging me to come out there, but I'd be too afraid. One day I'd love to go to London and be with him. But I have responsibilities.

Growing up, Alfie and I were inseparable. He played pranks at school and I'd back him up. We were a team, but when he started getting into drugs and things that I didn't agree with, we grew apart. In tenth grade there was this boy I liked, and I thought that he liked me. It was the only guy I was truly into in high school, so I go to tell my brother. I walk into the room and there I see Alfie with the boy I liked. They were doing things that my parents would have a heart attack if they heard about. My parents just block Alfie away from them, my dad sends him money every now and then and he buys me train tickets to go out and see him. I never use them. Alfie is into things that I hate. We became polar opposites.

likes: [10]

• working
  
• lattes
  
• sleeping in on sundays
  
• running
  
• cherry chapstick
  
• coco butter body wash
  
• toffee
  
• sunshine & vitamin D
  
• reading
  

dislikes: [10]

• getting drunk
  
• attention
  
• text messaging
  
• mushrooms (food)
  
• being told whats correct
  
• licorice
  
• lectures
  
• exams
  
• public speaking
  
• dancing
  

fears: [3]

• airplanes
  
• moving away
  
• cutting her hair
  

secrets: [3]

• letting Alfie beg her to come see him in London and not keeping her promises to see him.
  
• seeing Alfie drunk, seeing Alfie having sex with men, seeing Alfie be a whore, seeing Alfie slit his writs, seeing Alfie binge and purge, seeing Alfiie starve himself and not helping him
  
• getting drunk and almost getting raped on eighteenth birthday
  

name: addy (:
RP experience: 2 years!
age: thur-teen
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favorite animal: Lemar, that monkey thang
favorite cereal: cap'n crunch
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sample post: I'm sure ya don't want to hear my sob story, but the site that I've been r'playing at for like a year closed when I was on holidays and I couldn't get any of my roleplaying posts. WAH. Is there anyway that you can let my history/personality/appearance judge my writing? Pretty plz. I don't r'play in first person though.