Post by Charlotte Lebeau on Jun 15, 2013 3:16:39 GMT
Charlotte Marie Lebeau
Hey there! The name is Sarah and I am 20. I have roleplaying for 6 years. The other characters I have here are Tiffany Lestrange & Thorfinn Rowle. The character that this application is for is an OC. Great! Now to the character information!
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Charlotte Lebeau grew up in a relatively normal household, & always had a good relationship with her parents. They helped her through a lot during her first few years of schooling, and are definitely the reason she grew up to be a tough little cookie. On top of having wonderful, loving parents, she had a good circle of friends that including Ashley Godfrey & Broderick Bode. The three of them were basically inseperable. In Charlotte's fifth year of school, she was notified by the Ministry that both of her auror parents had died in their line of work - killed by a friendly fire blast. To this day, Charlotte still despises authority. She never was one to appreciate or respect someone based on their line of work or rank above her in anything, but it was certainly no help when a careless government-work mistake lead to her parents death. She began lashing out, skipping most of her classes & giving attitude to her teachers - even her now-guardian uncle, Edward Larkin, had trouble handling what she could dish out.
Part of her angsty-teen rebellion caused her to fall right into the open arms of Thorfinn Rowle, a low-rank death eater with an appetite for vulnerable younger women such as herself. She dated him for almost two rocky years before they finally ended things on an angry note. Charlotte still lives with her uncle, who is a professor at the school, and he manages, for the most part, to keep her under control. She's not an academic genius, but she is quick-witted and sharp tongued, very sarcastic & occasionally cruel to those who get in her way.
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RP Sample:
Elissa turned from where she was heading back to the counter, hoping to cash out her tips & get the hell out of dodge. Everything around town seemed to close up fairly early, save for a few dive-diners & gas station/convenience store types, but if she was lucky she might get to the rental store on time & pick up another handful of scary movies. They sometimes made her want to curl up in her blankets & fall asleep, just out of fear, but for the most part they kept her awake - too scared of both what she might dream of & what she’d just watched for the past two hours. No one really seemed to find it too odd, a teen girl picking up a bunch of horror films on her way home from a week of work, especially not this close to Halloween.
“I get it.” she said, nodding with a hopeful sort of look, “I mean, I totally don’t. I have no idea what you went through, what you’re going through, but I get the whole coming-back-to-a-weird-place.” she set her mug down slowly on the edge of her table but didn’t move from where she stood, her eyes leaving Nancy’s face & instead drifting off to look at the dirty walls of the cafe. “Somewhere that used to be home.” she looked up sharply, her face almost lighting up as if this girl asking her name was the same as offering to braid her hair & stay up playing chubby bunny. “I’m Elissa. Harrison. Elissa Harisson.” she didn’t bother to patronize the girl by asking in return, they both knew that ship had sailed.
She half-smiled, looking at the floor at the comment about honesty. “Like I said. I’m not here to go all tourist on you.” she slowly sunk into the seat across from the other girl, then frowned & squirmed a little, glancing down & thunking her fist on the hard wood curiously. “Has this booth always been this.. hard?” Her curiosity seemed to vanish quickly, as if she had the attention span of a new puppy, her eyes flickering up to meet the other girl’s again.
“I get it.” she said, nodding with a hopeful sort of look, “I mean, I totally don’t. I have no idea what you went through, what you’re going through, but I get the whole coming-back-to-a-weird-place.” she set her mug down slowly on the edge of her table but didn’t move from where she stood, her eyes leaving Nancy’s face & instead drifting off to look at the dirty walls of the cafe. “Somewhere that used to be home.” she looked up sharply, her face almost lighting up as if this girl asking her name was the same as offering to braid her hair & stay up playing chubby bunny. “I’m Elissa. Harrison. Elissa Harisson.” she didn’t bother to patronize the girl by asking in return, they both knew that ship had sailed.
She half-smiled, looking at the floor at the comment about honesty. “Like I said. I’m not here to go all tourist on you.” she slowly sunk into the seat across from the other girl, then frowned & squirmed a little, glancing down & thunking her fist on the hard wood curiously. “Has this booth always been this.. hard?” Her curiosity seemed to vanish quickly, as if she had the attention span of a new puppy, her eyes flickering up to meet the other girl’s again.
