Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2013 20:58:08 GMT -5
* - - Charlotte McKenzie. Jolly. - - *
[/color] Charlotte McKenzie Jolly
Name ;;
Nickname(s) ;;[/color] Charlie-mack
Age ;;[/color] 18
Birthday ;;[/color] December 7th , 1995
Gender ;;[/color] female
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Species ;;[/color] Demi-god
Immortal Parent ;;[/color] Mars
Years at Camp ;;[/color] 8
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Celebrity Claim ;;[/color] Taylor Swift
Appearance ;;[/color] Charlie-mack looks more like a daughter of Venus then a daughter of Mars. She swears up and down that she got her good looks from her mother and is most often mistaken for a daughter of Venus. Her hair is curly blond, though most of the time she wears it in a ponytail or a braid so it won’t get in her way during combat. Her skin is fairly pale and she wears little or no makeup, Charlie-mack believes it to be petty and shallow to wear something like that. Her eyes are colored brown just like her mothers and have the same intense and calculating look that her fathers have. Most people comment on how she seems to have a holier than thou look constantly on her face, it tends to rub people the wrong way. Charlie-mack always walks with her head held high and with a powerful and purposeful stride. Her dress is more for comfort then style. When she isn’t in Legion issued armor, she rocks out in jeans and her Camp Jupiter tee-shirts, for her, sneakers are always a must. She is proud of her SPQR tattoo and never wears anything to cover it up. But for all of her beauty, there are things that mar her pale skin. From her right shoulder to her left hip are a trio of scars from when Charlie-mack had a run in with a manticore. Her shoulder has a star shaped scar from where she was pierced with an arrow after her first war game and her nose carries a long scar that crosses from cheek to cheek where she got lucky during sword practice. Her body is littered with other various scars and it isn’t common for her to sport gashes, bruises and lacerations that she attained in training.
Personality ;;[/color] Charlie-mack has a strong personality. She is intimidating whether she tries to or not and it tends to get her the results she wants without much physical altercations. Charlie-mack tends to think of battle like a giant chess match and is always trying her hardest to calculate her moves to be at least four ahead of her opponent. Charlie-mack loves games of strategy and finds the study of wars fascinating. Though she is truly not a child of the bookworms, Charlie-mack feels that sometimes the best strategies lie within the history books. At an early age, her mother ingrained discipline, respect, duty and loyalty into her psyche. Charlie-mack took to heart that there was nothing more important than loyalty and second to that was to finish the mission no matter what the cost was. Family is always important and so is her Cohort. Anger has its place and on occasion has its uses. There are many things that Charlie-mack will not tolerate, disloyalty, disrespect, and above all of those, you had better not mess with her half-brothers and sisters.
Charlie-mack’s biggest problem is loyalty. Once or twice it has cost her a battle or even gotten her into a bit of trouble with the legion. Her teachers in the schools on base tended to find her to be a bit studious and at the same time, distracted. Her ADHD used to be a problem till she sought to master it and become better than some medical diagnosis. Her history teachers found her to be a joy in class and her visual memory was astounding to them. On the battlefield, Charlie-mack is a ferocious whirlwind of blades. She always is interested in learning new techniques and strategies. Her battle focus in unparalleled by anyone save for her own siblings. She easily can change tactics and maneuver any situation to best benefit herself and her cohort.
Family ;;[/color]
Mother: Master Gunnery Sergeant Kate Faye Jolly, 39, (deceased), former Marine.
Grandfather: Captain Niall Cian Jolly, 78, (deceased) former Navy
Grandmother: Barbara Hudgens Jolly, 75, retired teacher
History ;;[/color] Charlie-mack was born on December 7th, 1995. The day was cold and snowy, they didn’t think that neither the mother nor the child would make it. But Charlie-Mack was born into this world at ten pounds and was nearly twenty inches long. As an infant, Charlie-mack was always so serious and hardly ever smiled or giggled. Her physical development outstripped most of the infants her age and size. Walking at nearly ten months was just the tip of the iceberg. She always tended to end up in the emergency room from taking nasty falls and splitting her lips open. Eventually the doctors at the emergency room started to know her by name.
For most of her childhood was spent in Jacksonville, North Carolina. Her mother, a Marine, was stationed in Camp Lejune North Carolina to train many of the newer people into the Marine Special Operations Command. She spent most of her time with her grandparents. They took care of her up until Charlie-mack started elementary school. Her teachers found her to be impulsive and after extensive testing with the school psychologist, they figured out her ADHD was what was causing most of the problems that she had in school. Most of the children were afraid of her and she had very little friends. She was a target of bullies and many of those children that tormented her, called her a verbally abusive bully. Charlie-mack couldn’t explain how she intimidated other children, but it was something about her abrasive personality that just didn’t quite sit well with the other children. She was enrolled into Kung fu and she truly excelled. Her master was one of the few people that truly seemed to understand the troubles that she had. He was impressed and at such a young age she had managed to master the five tiers of Kung fu. He gave her a letter and told her to not open it, stating that she would need it in her years to come.
At the tender age of nine years old, Charlie-mack’s mother was sent overseas to deal with a terrorist cell. Her grandfather passed away from Cancer shortly after her mother left for the desert. This left both Charlie-mack and her grandmother devastated. Soon after the funeral, Charlie-mack received a visitor from the Marines to let her know that her mother was killed by a roadside bomber. Charlie-mack felt as if her whole world was shattered. Soon after, she was told by her Grandmother that there was a special place that her mother insisted that she would go to at the age of ten, so they went on a road trip. Her grandmother was fun to be with and It was so much fun for the both of them to hang out it was sad to see that the road trip was over. Her grandmother dropped her off at the wolf house.
After nearly five months of learning the ways of Lupa and her pack, Charlie-mack was sent to join the legion of Camp Jupiter. On the way she had a harrowing battle against a manticore that had a grudge against the demi-gods. Charlie-mack barely escaped before taking a raking set of claws to her back. She staggered through the Caldecott tunnel and made it to Camp Jupiter. Upon the mustering of the Cohorts, Charlie-mack presented her two letters of recommendation, one from her martial arts master, a son of Mars just as she was, and one from her mother’s Commanding Officer, a son of Jupiter. She was assigned a cohort and she quickly acclimated to Roman camp life. She really enjoyed her sword fighting and learning how to perform in combat. To this day she truly enjoys her life in the cohort and loves being in the Roman Legion. After a few months into her service into the legion, she was claimed by her father at evening muster. She was truly proud to be a daughter of Mars.
A few years ago when she was but sixteen, she was deep in a relationship with a son of Neptune. It was harshly ended after he was killed on a quest that he was sent on. Charlie-mack still feels as if it was her fault that he died. She felt that there was some way she could have forced him to stay. Charlie-mack resigned herself to become the strongest fighter in order to protect those that she really cared for. She never wanted to feel that weak or helpless ever again. [/blockquote]
Site Alias ;;[/color] Aiden
Reading;;[/color] I’ve read every book, multiple times.
Roleplaying Experience ;;[/color] 10+ years
Sample RP ;;[/color] From my character Alistair Therin, Son of Arete at Eternal Heroism.
I think playin an insturment is a wonderful thing. Me aunt tried to get me to learn how to play the piano. I practiced for nearly two years and only was able to squeak out jingle bells after all those two years." Alistair shook his head with a laugh. "mostly my time was spent in an after school job working in the stables of my uncle's polo club. I wasn't allowed into many of the family gatherings so I took solace in working in the stables. That was one thing that I really enjoied. The horses don't look at you based upon your birth." He smiled as he looked out in the distance with a smile on his face, remembering when simpler times were 'don't go anywhere near the family functions, bastards aren't wanted'. Then he turned sixteen and Barkspawn was given to him from his mother.
"one day I shall have you for a proper english tea. I think you might enjoy it. It's a bit more formal then this. But I do make a mean earl grey tea. But my uncle taught me the secret to a good british tea. Dark tea requires milk and sugar while light tea requires honey" Alistair said knowledgebly. He took a sip of the cider. It was spicy and sweet at the same time with such a wonderful and tantalizing smell. It warmed him from the tip of his fingers all the way down to his feet. It was such a wonderful feeling. This was such a wonderful sensation that filled him up. "Your friend must have made this with lots of love, care and attention. It is so wonderful. What other sorts of things do you have in that wonderful treasure basket there?" Alistair was curious as to what other snacks might be in there. If they were made with the same loving care as the cider then he could almost gaurentee they would be so tastey.
"I've never been on a tour bus before. But most of my families homes are ancient and old and huge. but when its only three people plus the four servants that were in the employment of my uncle. But they were more like family then servants." He didn't feel comfortable talking about the servants as if they were like that servants. But most of them were friends and they were lending ears to his problem. "But when its seven people in a mannor with more then thirty rooms, it seems like any man can be an island." He shrugged his shoulders. "But thank you for the invitation. I might have to take you up on that. one more day of frozen bed sheets and unnatural breezes in my sleep and I'd be close to setting that damned cabin on fire."
"My uncle always told me fairy tale stories, but they wern't as amusing for me as the stories of the knights of the round table or Beowulf. Robin Hood was my favorite." Alistair said. He had never really admited that to anyone else. Some times he wondered if his dreams and fantasies were stupid and childish. But sometimes he would think on that statement and realize that it would be stupid to give up a dream. Something he could work towards to make this world better for himself and those to come.
"I was thinking about my uncle, hoping that my aunt will be alright without him. The holidays just don't seem as bright without him getting drunk on eggnog and swinging about the chandiler with his trousers around his head." Alistair let out a dark chuckle. "Why couldn't I have done something to help him? That's why I want to do is be able to help people." It was a private moment that no one else had heard, no one but barkspawn had ever been so listening. "Sorry to trouble you with all of that depressing crap." Alistair smiled as he took another sip of the cider and watched as barkspawn came back into view, rolling ove and over in the snow, chasing hares and squirrles before coming over and flopping down in the snow exhausted. He whined at alistair before rolling over and begging to have his stomach rubbed. Alistair obliged. "Dogs are great therapy."
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