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Post by Charlotte Rose. on Dec 5, 2010 20:24:41 GMT -5
Basic Information:
Full Name: Charlotte "Charlie" Rose.
Age: Twenty-Two.
Birthday: December 29th, 1987.
Appearance: Charlie is very petite for her age. Being at 5"2, people mistake her to be younger than twenty-two years old. Charlie also has platinum blond hair, shoulder length, with people treating her as a "dumb blond." because of it. Her fragile body tells a story. All over she has scars, mostly on her wrists, arms, and legs from the abusive relationship she previously was in.
Location: Charlie was born in Paris, France. Her parents gave her up only after a few months; not being to support their child. It was then her new adoptive parents had flown her over to where she was raised, and currently lives, New York.
Personality: Charlie is very quiet, very reserved. Due to her past relationship Charlie has trouble trusting people. Men in particular. Whenever a person comes up to her to be friendly, she immediately goes into defensive mode until that person earns her trust. Not that many people have. Once someone does earn that trust; you'd learn Charlie is actually a spirited young girl who just loves to be with her friends. Sing in the shower. Watch Horror movies. Read books. Everything a normal person would do.
Orientation: Straight.
Marital Status: Taken.
Whom: Jacob (abusive.)
Children: None; had a miscarriage.
Likes: Cuddling. Being reassured. Hugs. Trustworthy People. Friends. Reading. Singing. Hello Kitty.
Dislikes: Strangers. Hospitals. Violence. Alcohol. Drugs. Cigarettes.
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Post by Charlotte Rose. on Dec 5, 2010 20:36:58 GMT -5
Background Information:
December 29th, 1987.
Screams could be heard echoing throughout the hospital halls in Paris, France. Room 301 was the source of all the noise, the labor and delivery floor. Years and years of trying to conceive had finally paid off the the young couple, Matthew and Linda Parker. Any minute now they would get what they had dreamed of for many years, a gorgeous son or daughter.
"Come on, baby. Our precious little baby is almost here."
The words of encouragement from the proud husband rang through the girls ears, giving her enough strength to give one last push. Crying from a tiny baby girl replaced the screams, both parents grinning with joy.
"Congratulations, it's a girl!"
One of the nurses called out as they frantically wrapped the 6 lb 2 oz baby girl in the pink blanket, handing her over to the ecstatic parents. They had decided to enjoy the excitement of finding out the sex of their precious little bundle of joy until the actual birth. Now, she was there in their arms, surrounded by love. Exhausted, Linda looked over to her husband, who was now beaming down at the blue eyed wonder in front of him. What would they name her? They hadn't gave the idea much thought. After a few minutes of tossing names back and forth, both Linda and Matthew agreed on Charlotte Rose. "Welcome to the world, Charlie Marie Rose." They whispered in sync of each other, pressing their lips against her forehead. Soon after the birth of their daughter, they had moved to America.
January 3rd, 1988. Five days after Charlotte's five birthday the young girl laid curled up into his mothers arms, her father nowhere to be found. The little girls blue hues turned to worry as she saw a few tears fall from her mothers cheeks, scrunching up her nose out of curiosity. Before she got a chance to say a word, the strong arms of her mother wrapped instinctively around her daughters even tighter, pulling her closer to her own body.
"Mommy, why you cry?" Charlie questioned, a worried expression on her face as her small little fingers reached up and touched her pale wet cheeks. Linda opened inhaled deeply, trying her hardest to keep strong from her daughter, putting on a big fake smile. In return a grin formed on the littles girls lips, assuming everything would be okay if her mom was smiling.
"Charlie, sweetie, your little brother is in Heaven now." The words rang through the little girls ears, not knowing what that meant. If she had never seen her little brother, how could he be in heaven? Helena continued to scrunch up her nose as she reached her hands down, poking her moms belly.
"Silly mommy, baby in here!" Charlie exclaimed with a giggle, before a gasp escaped her throat as the hands of her drunken father wrapped around her from behind; setting her down on the floor. He had been listening the entire time, after coming back from a drunken depression at the local bar. The little girl had no time to say anything else. She had been whisked out of the room and sent to bed, leaving her mother there crying herself to sleep. Nothing was spoken about that incident again.
Ten Years Later:
Drastic changes had now over come the now fifteen year olds body. She had now grown up into a beautiful young women, looking exactly like her mother. Blond hair now down to her shoulders, her hour glass figure being hugged by the corsets she secretly wore behind her parents back, everything had changed but one thing. Her name meaning still stood strong. Little Love. That was what she was, standing tall, or short for that matter, at only five-foot two inches tall. Anyone could easily over power her if they chose to do so. That's just what one boy did.
August 21st, 2004:
"I will always love you." The voice of the strong male whispered into her ear, wrapping his arms around her neck as their lips hovered close to each other. Helena nodded as a smirk quickly appeared on her lips. "I love you too, forever and always." Helena let the giggle rise up from her through, followed by a low growl as she pressed her chapped lips up against her new found love, Jacob. Everything seemed to be fine. So young and in love. Oh how her naive mind was so wrong.
December 29th, 2005:
The beatings had become a daily occurrence in the now seventeen year olds life. Why would her birthday be any different? The boyfriend who claimed to love her all so much had came home back to their apartment drunk, determined to get what he wanted from his "slave", as he called her. Take a guess at what he wanted. There the girl stood with his clenched fists over her small frame, begging him not to go through with it.
"Jacob, no!" Charlie cried out. It was too late. His clenched fist had now made contact with her stomach, leaving her to gasp out for air at the rough impact. Cries of pain soon filled the dimly lit room as she huddled over into a corner, hoping to get some relief from his rage. That hadn't stopped him. Instead, it gave the boy the chance to use his feet to kick her body as well as use his fists. Laughter filled the room as the beating stopped. For what seemed like years, it had only been five minutes. Enough time for an efficient beating.
"You'll give it up sooner or later." He snickered, slamming the door behind him. He had left Helena completely alone in the dark apartment shaking and crying in the corner. A few moments passed. Trying to regain her composure, Charlie stood up quietly; shaking. She made her way over to the only thing that was lighting the room. Candles from her birthday cake.
"Happy Birthday to me." Charlie whispered, inhaling deeply as she blew out the candles; wishing to never see the man who claimed to love her ever again.
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Post by Charlotte Rose. on Dec 5, 2010 20:38:24 GMT -5
Extra.
Typically in and out of the hospital for beatings.
Only confides in one doctor.
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Post by Charlotte Rose. on Dec 5, 2010 20:38:44 GMT -5
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