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by Davis 3/19/2012, 8:58 pmI gotta lotta gadgets, I gotta lotta you
And if you you wanna grab it
Go and break all the rules
The rhythm and the bass, up in my face
but you're block, block blocking the floor
Name: Charlie Henderson (Charlene Isaacs)
Age/Birthday: 15 years old. Born December 7th.
Gender: Female
God Parent: Hermes, god of travel, commerce, and thievery.
Claimed: Yes.
Mortal Family: (mother)Julia and (Step father)Randall Isaacs, as well as ("father")Joshua Henderson.
Years in Camp: just a few months.
Brief History: Charlene Henderson was born in Allegheny General Hospital in Pittsburgh, PA during the early morning hours. She grew up in a small townhouse with her mother, at the time known as Julia Henderson, and who she believed to be her father, Joshua Henderson. She was very fond of both her parents and even though they had little money, she was happy. What Charlene didn't know was that Julia had cheated on Joshua one night with Hermes, which had resulted in her birth.
Josh and Julia had argued a lot over it, but never in front of Charlene. Sometimes she would listen through the door as a child, and try to make sense of what they said. But she never quite understood what happened.
As Charlene grew older, she found that she was different than her friends and other kids. She struggled to read and write, and maintain her grades. She found pleasure in stirring up trouble, and would be regularly caught stealing candy from her teacher's desk or money from her mother's purse. As Charlene's behavior grew worse, Julia became stressed. Joshua and Julia argued more, over stupid things like who would pick up Charlene after a detention or who would get the groceries.
The house grew increasingly intense. Julia came home less frequently, and spent her nights off somewhere else. Charlene and Joshua became increasingly concerned, and one day Joshua decided to follow Julia out. He discovered that she was having yet another affair, this time with a tall, wealthy man by the name of Randall Isaacs. Enraged by the betrayal, he went home. He packed his things to leave, throwing clothes, money, all personal belongings in bags and suitcases. Charlene was too afraid to ask him what was going on, so she watched him walk out the door in silence.
When Julia returned, Charlene explained how daddy had up and left. Julia said good riddance, and didn't seem to really care. It angered Charlene. After that, Randall started coming to the house and Julia dated him openly. Charlene treated them with hostility. She hated being around the two of them. When Randall proposed at the dinner table one night, and Julia accepted, Charlene stormed to her room. She refused to talk to either of them after that.
A few days before the wedding, Charlene left the house. She took some money from Randall's jeans(which he would carelessly throw on the floor in the hall) and from Julia's purse(Charlene refused to call her mother after Joshua left) and used it to take a bus into the city. She wanted to find Josh, whom she still believed to be her dad.
She spent a few days on her own, wondering around in search of her father when she came across a wood nymph while sleeping on a park bench. They had a conversation, and the nymph explained that Charlie(the nymph mispronounced her name) must be a half-blood based on what Charlene said about herself(and also the sheer fact that they were having a conversation.) She described a home for half-bloods like Charlie as a camp in New York. Charlene was rather skeptical about the whole demi-god, greek mythology thing but was tired of sleeping in the cold. So she collected money(pick-pocketed a few people here, scammed a few people there) until she could take a train to New York. On her way she found herself noticing things she hadn't before: galloping centaurs, wood nymphs playing with satyrs in the trees, etc.) and found herself believing the nymph's story more and more.
Since the nymph had mistakenly called her Charlie, she kept that new name, considering it a new identity for a new beginning in her life as an apparent "demi-god," even though she still didn't think Joshua nor Julia were greek gods.
After a struggling and exhausting journey, Charlie made her way to Camp Half-blood and joined the Hermes cabin as an unclaimed child.
Physical Appearance: Charlie is not very tall or big at all. She stands at just slightly over 5 feet tall and has a slender, skinny body, weighing somewhere around 90 pounds. She's got mid-shoulder blade length, dark brown hair that she generally keeps in a loose/messy bun, with side-swept bangs. Her head is oval shaped with a somewhat pointed, feminine chin and high cheek bones. She has fair skin and large, gray-blue eyes with a brown mole just under the corner of the left one. Her eyebrows are thin and she's got an curved, rounded nose. Her lips are thin as well and rather pale. She could be a rather attractive girl if she tried to be, but she doesn't really care to please the public. Her figure is usually hidden in baggy sweatshirts that are two or three times oversized guy's cargo shorts or pants that she needs a belt to keep up, and her hair is in a messy bun because pony-tails and buns are all she knows how to do. Charlie constantly has a smile plastered to her face and she usually radiates with happiness. But those with sharpened senses can usually see the glimmer of mischief and amusement in her eyes.
Personality: Don't be fooled by Charlie's innocent and childish look; she's extremely cunning and mischievous. She's capable of fighting, but she's better at sitting back and planning things out, as a schemer. When need be, she can be very calm and level-headed...Grace under pressure, in a sense. But if the world isn't coming to an end then she's very bouncy, childish, and random. Incredibly affable. Like all others she is judgmental, but even if she thinks someone is weird she'll talk to them. She's very open and sociable, with a decent sense of humor. She can be sarcastic sometimes, but never in a hurtful way. She tends to have a free-spirit and think optimistically. The only thing that tends to get her down is when family is mentioned. But even then she tries to ignore it and be happy. She's not very easy to anger or upset, which makes her easy bubbly and easy to be around. This means she can make acquaintances rather easily, but she has yet to really find any best friends. People come and go, she's realized, and that's mostly fine. A fact of life that she thinks she can accept, but it also means that when someone tries to get close to her, she doesn't realize it or make any attempt to increase a relationship. This is a huge contributing factor to why she's single. When people are interested in her, she either doesn't notice or doesn't care. She can also be impatient. If the matter is incredibly important, she can wait. But if she's in a long line for a carnival ride, she's going to try practically everything to get in the front. In this way she's terrible to have on long car trips. If she's hungry, everyone stops right then to get food, or if she texts someone they had better text back within about 2 minutes or she'll get incredibly antsy and bored. Needless to say, she can't stand texting.
Fatal Flaw: Charlie is extremely stubborn and holds grudges for an incredibly long time. When she hates you, she really hates you. She also has a hard time being loyal. If a wrong side and a right side are presented, she'll join whichever side gives her the most perks. This being said, she tends to only look out for herself and the few people she holds close to her. When she finds out that Hermes is her true father and Joshua and her mother lied to her, she won't be holding anyone close to her for a long time. She also rarely admits that she's wrong...she might feel bad but you'll rarely hear her apologize.
Pets: None.
Talents: Charlie has a knack for lock-picking and sneaking into places unnoticed. She also has a thing for going on joy-rides in "borrowed" vehicles. She may not have her license, but this hasn't stopped her from growing skilled at driving.
Weapons: Charlie usually keeps three weapons on her. One is a knife with a 3-inch celestial bronze blade and leather sheath that she keeps concealed in her sweatshirt(there are two small leather bands attached to the sheath that she can wrap and buckle around her forearm) and the other two are a set of twin machetes with celestial bronze blades that she named Lycus(Wolf) and Leon(Lion).
Year-Round or Summer: Year round. She'd rather be eaten by Cerberus than have to go home to Randall and Julia. Well, maybe not, but she still very much dislikes them.
Other: Charlie has a major addiction to gambling, drag-racing and energy drinks, and would love to play an instrument. She introduces herself as Charlie Henderson to everyone, never Charlene Isaacs. She occasionally wonders if her mom looked for her when she left. She's also a trouble starter, and loves to live on the edge.
RP Snippet: A grim smile played across her lips. "Knife fight. I lost, sort of." I didn't lose so much as I ran away when I accidentally stabbed the wrong person and killed him. She shrugged, then winced. Shrugging, not a good idea. Actually, moving in generally was a pretty bad idea. Anything that involved her twisting her torso shot needles of pain to the wound between her ribs. She was lucky the knife hadn't stuck into one of those. She had been too sloppy and confident...She had over-estimated the Aphrodite girl who fought with her. It was a regrettable mistake that landed her in the infirmary.
Her legs were drawn to her chest, and she pushed her back against the wall, her face contorting with pain. A strained whimper slipped out as she tried to pull herself back up, but the action was futile. It just made a fresh stream of blood pulse out from the slit in her side. Charlie could feel the warm liquid stream down her body and soak into her shirt uncomfortably. "Crap," was all she could mutter, even though it was a bit of an understatement. The room became increasingly dangerous to Charlie, the walls beginning to fade in color, the ceiling sinking towards the floor. The ground looked like it was doing waves, and Charlie's head was spinning. Her eyes were strained, she had to try to keep them open, herself conscious, for as long as she could. If she closed her eyes, she feared she could die, and dying had not been on her agenda for the day.
"Uhm.. Could you maybe..." Finishing the request coherently was a struggle. Her voice seemed to be eluding her. Everything seemed to be suddenly uncontrollable to her. The world seemed to sway, and she tuned in and out to the noises of the infirmary and the camp. "Help with...help me with...problem." So much for a nicely flowing sentence. She could barely manage to get her message out at all.
Last edited by Finch on 3/19/2012, 10:10 pm; edited 2 times in total
