Post by Charlotte Timmons on Aug 10, 2009 4:26:53 GMT
Charlotte Renee Timmons
There's a whole lot of people suffering tonight from the disease of conceit
Whole lot of people struggling tonight from the disease of conceit
Comes right down the highway straight down the line
Rips into your senses through your body and your mind
character basics
NICKNAMES: Vanity, Char.
AGE: 24
BIRTHDAY: April 21st
GROUP: Dark Being
SPECIES: Damned Soul
OCCUPATION Entertainer - one of Madame's finest.
GENDER: Female
PLAY-BY: Sophia Bushappearance
Charlotte is very vain. Thus, she's always making sure she looks good. She can't help it. It's just how she is. A part of herself. She always makes certain her hair looks good, always makes certain her clothes are impeccable. She can't help but worry that a certain skirt makes her look bad; or that chartreuse just isn't her color. Then again, she's eternally damned and therefore destined to look the same regardless of what she's wearing. She's gorgeous, and she's not afraid to admit it. It's part of who she is, after all. Her hair is a brown color, though, in some lighting - it looks red. She wears it all different types of styles depending on the outfit she's wearing, but rarely is it ever just plain down. Her eyes are her best attribute, green and inviting. Though, she covers them in make up whenever she's doing some form of entertainment - she believes the darker color brings out their shine and makes them smoldering. Of course, anyone who's ever told her differently is "just jealous" and she doesn't pay attention to anything they say from that point on.personality
- VAIN - probably the biggest personality trait that Char has. Vanity. She's conceited and constantly trying to make herself out to be the better person. She has to look good, all the time, she has to be perfect - and if she isn't...well, then...someone's going to pay. Looks are everything to her, and she's under the belief that someone is always watching her - and she's probably not wrong either.
- CHARMING - it is a part of her job after all. She's outgoing and lovable, although rather mischievous at the same time. She whispers sweet nothings in your ear, but can turn around and do the same to someone else just to get what she wants. This makes her charming and two faced. She doesn't believe she's being deceptive, either. She believes she's genuinely being charming...just to different people at different times and in very different ways depending ont he person and the time.
- WITTY - also a part of her job. She has to be able to keep the men on their toes, but at the same time be intelligent enough to know when the one she is entertaining might enjoy her wit. Entertainment is an art, one that Charlotte has perfect enough to do in her sleep. Not many people can say that.
- DRAMATIC - Charlotte is definitely a drama queen. When it isn't about her, she throws a fit - sometimes it's subtle, sometimes it's not. She's whiny and dreadfully annoying, but this is only when she's showing her true colors. Most of the time, she's putting on an act for her clients because if she didn't Madame Drew might have something to say about it.
- LONELY - beauty only goes skin deep; and thus Charlotte is a very ugly woman deep down. She's conceited, twisted, manipulative, deceptive and a few others thrown in there for kicks. But deeper than deep, Charlotte is lonely. She has no true friends, no family, no love interests. She's lonely because no one knows who she really is and yet she can't make an effort to get to know anyone well enough to show her true colors...or can't make an effort to care enough.
- LIKES - company, laughter, flirting, a good time, sleep, books, music, singing, her voice, her looks, her talents. Basically; Charlotte likes to be entertained as well as do the entertaining. She loves being one of Madame's girls and she puts her talents to good use. She loves looking good and shocking people. Singing is something that touches her...very damned... soul, but it's also a way to lure in potential clients. She's often seen around at night, singing to bring in some innocent bystanders.
- DISLIKES - insecurity, being alone, lying to herself, being lied to, remembering things, looking ugly, being woken up early, being outdone. Basically; Vanity hates when other people show her up. She can't stand competition and she refuses to deal with someone who thinks they're better than her. She doesn't like reminding herself of her past human life, because it reminds her that she wasn't always alone, and this makes her upset because she thinks about how alone she is now. It's a vicious circle, and Charlotte hates those, too.
family & history
Father: Jonathon TImmons - no longer in contact with.
Mother: Maragaret Timmons - deceased.
Siblings: Julianna Timmons - no longer in contact with.
Others: None.
Charlotte Timmons was born to a relatively normal family not too long ago. She hasn't been a damned soul for too long, actually, and so the pain of leaving humanity behind is still fresh in her body. She's definitely not one of the first humans to sell their soul for something, but she is definitely one of the first to embrace everything that becoming a dark being entailed - especially at such a young age. She can't really remember how she became so in touch with the Midnight Cabaret, either. It just kind of happened. She does have memories of her family, though. Like when her mother died, and how she always had to try to live up to Julianna even though Julianna wasn't anywhere near as pretty as Charlotte.
She attended school like a good little girl in New York. But times changed, and so did Charlotte as she grew older. Julianna was the perfect daughter, Charlotte couldn't afford to be. With the arrival of big band, Charlotte broke free of her father's restraints and took up singing. She'd hop from pub to pub and jazz club to jazz club, singing to her heart's content. This gave rise to her already terrible sense of vanity. She was good, and she knew it. But it wasn't enough. She wanted to be better than the others out there. She needed to be better.
The Midnight Cabaret gave Charlotte that in that she wanted. That better than you feel. It was for a small price, too. Her soul. At the time, Charlotte was young and naive. She didn't have any concept of what selling her soul meant to anyone; especially herself. The Cabaret became her home, easily. She fell into Madame's harem - and although most of the girls aren't seen much more than whores, Charlotte makes sure she's seen as something more. She strives to be different, if she isn't different then she loses faith in herself.the roleplayer
NAME: Cait
GENDER: Female
AGE: 18
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: 6-7 years.
OTHER CHARACTERS: No one :]
HOW YOU FOUND US: RPG-D
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: From another site with a different character named Charlotte. :]Sleep was a rare luxury for Charlotte. It wasn't that she didn't try to sleep, because she did try. She would lie in bed for hours, tossing and turning, over and over until her exhaustion became too much and she would happily sink into the black abyss of wonderful sleep. It was a fight each and every night to finally get some shut eye, but once it came it was a sweet release that was an easy way for her to escape the world that she mightn't hate anymore, but she definitely didn't like. Sleep rarely came easily for her, though, and so she often found herself unable to sleep at all - or at the very most, get only 2 or 3 hours of sleep. Regardless of what time she falls asleep, if she falls asleep at all, Charlotte always managed to run on some form of energy. She couldn't ever be certain where the energy came from. Because, obviously, she didn't sleep often enough. She was convinced she had just evolved into some sleepless being who only need one minute of good shut eye to function above the standard of a normal person. There was a lot about Charlotte that just wasn't normal. Then again, there was a lot about Charlotte that was excruciatingly normal, too. She tried not to think about those things.
Stumbling out of her bed, Char ruffled her hair a bit - stifled a yawn- and meandered down into the kitchen. She did this often. Wandered down into the kitchen to sneak a bit of food. She ate all the time because of her insomnia, but because of her excessive need to feel in control - she always worked it off the next morning. It was as if her insomnia fueled her boredom and so she ate. If she wasn't so anal retentive about staying slim, she might have been rather overweight by how often she ate and how late. She'd tried everything to keep herself away from eating excessively in the middle of the night. She'd taken up reading. She'd tried writing. She did her homework. Nothing worked. She was either too quick at everything or not interested in it enough. Charlotte grew bored easily. Eating never seemed to bore her, though. It was weird, but she didn't question it; especially now as she pulled out an apple and crunched into it. She hopped onto the counter, crossed her legs at the ankles, and bit into the apple again. The worst part of her insomnia was that it allowed her time to over think things. And it wasn't like Charlotte had something, anything, important to think about. She just thought, and in circles half the time.
The house was silent. Deafeningly silent. The only sound was the crunch of Charlotte biting into the apple every so often. The house would settle, too, a creak here or there - but she had long grown accustomed to the little sounds the house made late at night. When she couldn't think of anything to do, she'd lie in bed and listen to it. The moans, the groans, the creaks, the whispers, the cracks. It was all a way for the house to speak. Walls couldn't talk, but they could make noises. You just had to listen to hear their story. Charlotte was either crazy, or close to being crazy. She thought the house talked to her. There was something seriously wrong with that deduction. What was to be expected, though? Charlotte rarely socialized with anyone. Talking to houses must be the only way she got any form of socialization at all. It wasn't that she didn't have the ability to be social, she just didn't want to be social. She hated talking to people. They either got on her nerves, or frightened her. She looked at them, and usually saw Janette and Charlotte was determined to not think about Janette. It was difficult, though, even with the amount of time it had been since the last time she had seen the other girl. Of course, things in Charlotte's head stuck like glue. It felt like just yesterday she had seen Janette with her new boyfriend - even though, in reality, Janette probably had broken up with the guy months ago.
Another bite into her apple, Charlotte closed her eyes. Her brain was starting up again. Thinking in circles. It was like a geometry lesson. She'd eventually move into thinking in triangles, in rectangles, parallelograms. It was a constant whirlwind in her mind. A tempest. A cyclone. Never was it constant. Even now, she jumped to a song and started focusing on that - bobbing her head to the beat that only she could hear. She probably, eventually, began to hum the tune - but not loud enough to be heard anywhere but near her in the kitchen. She didn't want to wake anyone who wasn't already awake. Another night in her lonesome, another night of insomnia, another night of eating. Well, at least it was an apple and not a cookie.
