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by lightworm 3/5/2015, 11:18 amName: Carlisle Marie Duchannes. She was named after her great grandmother, although her father didn't get along with her.
Gender: Carlisle is female.
Mortal Parent: Thomas Arin Duchannes. He is a wealthy man with little patience and a large temper.
God Parent: Oizys, goddess of misery.
Date of Birth: Decemeber 14, 1998. Carlisle usually says she was born in 1997, so she can be the big sister.
Place of Birth: Los Angeles, California.
Hometown/Last Residence: Boston, Massachusetts. Not exactly in the city, but in the outskirts.
Race/ethnicity: She is African American, with French roots.
Accent: Carlisle has a light Bostonian accent.
Skin Tone: Carlisle has brown skin, and dark freckles are everywhere.
Eye Color: Carlisle's eyes are a hazely brown. Adam's are a solid green.
Hair Color: She was born with dark, almost black hair, but Carlisle has destroyed hers with countless bottles of bleach and unnatural colors. It is currently light brown with blonde highlights and pink tips.
Hair Length: Carlisle's is long, spiraling past her shoulders and running down her chest and back. It stops at the center of her belly.
Height: Carlisle is 5'11.
Weight: Carlisle weighs 145 pounds.
Body Type: Carlisle is tall and lean as well, with narrow hips.
Appearance:
Carlisle loves clothes and jewelry and makeup. She wears nice clothes, typically a dark skirt paired with a crop top in the summer, and she does her makeup different everyday. Her makeup usually consists of a dark eyeshadow paired with a dark lipstick. She has a nose ring and a necklace shaped like a heart that her father gave her for her sixth birthday.
Weapon:
Carlisle has a celestial bronze chakram that is about 12 inches in diameter.
Armor:
Carlisle has a celestial bronze breastplate as well as a celestial bronze helmet.
Pet(s): Carlisle has a white cat named Canopy.
Skills/Talents:
Carlisle is a skilled photographer. She is also skilled at putting friends against each other and making people miserable.
Flaws:
Carlisle is rude, bossy, and arrogant, constantly overstepping her boundaries and tearing people apart. She is blunt and speaks her mind, which usually isn't a good thing. She is disloyal and untrustworthy, and loves turning people against each other. Carlisle was born missing one leg, so she has a prosthetic limb.
Strengths:
Carlisle is brave, and while that could have its downsides, it most certainly has its ups. She is not afraid to speak her mind and stand up for what she believes in. She is also very responsible and reliable.
Weaknesses:
Carlisle's weakness is working in teams. She can't rely on anyone but herself. Her weakness is also overestimating herself, so things usually don't end up working for her.
Likes:
Carlisle likes photography, echoing rooms, clear lakes, freckles, dogs, Taylor Swift, and pretty books.
Dislikes:
Carlisle dislikes boys who don't pay attention to her, anything that is loud, people she has to compete with, romance novels, sweet things, and Supernatural. [Seriously, just die already!]
Fears:
Carlisle fears not living up to her own standards, the thought that one day her power could be used against her, and she is scared of complicated weaponry.
Personality:
Carlisle is bossy. Rude. She has a morbid sense of humour that can easily get on people's nerves, and demands too much from people. She is a determined girl, removing anything from her path. She is also insecure and paranoid, and if the paranoia gets out of control, so does her power.
If she sees people who are talking even plancing at her, she will automatically assume that they are talking about her. Her nails are stripped down to their beds because of her nervous habit. She is also quite impatient, and has very high standards for herself as well as the people around her.
Powers:Carlisle's power is to make someone feel horrible about something, no matter what it is. She can make the person immediately regret the action, or hate them self for no particular reason. This power only last for about eight hours, depending on the view the action gave the person without Carlisle's help.
She can also make someone do an action that will make someone else miserable. What she can do depends on the person and his or her conscious restraint.
She feels stronger and more energetic when someone around her is upset or angry.
Social Status: Carlisle is part of the popular crowd.
Summer or Year Rounder: Carlisle is a year rounder, refusing to return to her father for even a few days.
Years at Camp: Carlisle has been at camp for 3 years.
Life Before Camp: The house was three million dollars. It had thirty four rooms, a swimming pool in the back, a tennis court, a movie theater in the basement, and was the size of the White House. Three million dollars was nothing for Thomas Arin Duchannes. Pocket money, if that. Nobody really knew why he was so rich. Maybe it was passed down from his equally wealthy father.As he made his way into the house for the first time, he was expecting it to be completly furnished, and the beauty, and the feeling of content. He wasn't, however, expecting the two small cribs that were in the center of the main living space.He lost his grip on the leather bag, sending it spiraling to the ground.
*****
Carlisle was about five years old when she first used her power. She hadn't known she was using it- the only way there was even any evidence was the mood swing her father had right in front of her. One moment, he is sitting on the ridiculous leather chair in the corner of the living room, and the next, he's screaming at Carlisle's twin, blaming him for a recent death in his family. An aunt, or maybe an uncle. Carlise couldn't tell. Not when her father was talking so fast, and the sound of his hand hitting his son's face was so loud.
Carlisle could do nothing but watch, and figure out what was happening. Afterwards, when her brother was crying from the pain and trying to get ice for the bruises that were already a dark shade of purple, she cried with him. Her father was depressed for days after.
*****
She hadn't meant for it to happen.
Earlier this morning, before Dad and Adam went on their hunting trip that they had been planning for the last few weeks, Carlisle had been standing at the counter, cutting up a banana. She liked watching the knife slide through the mushy fruit. She didn't know why.
She had scooted to the left, and the next thing she knew, she was on the ground. Her brother had kicked her prosthetic out from underneath her, and was laughing at the top of his lungs. She had hit hard. She could still hear the ringing sound and the hard thump that was her head hitting the hard floor.
"Adam!" their father had called. "Let's go!" And like that, Adam just left. Carlisle got to her feet, an through the window, she watched her father pull the car out of the driveway.
She didn't know why she was so angry. Adam did it to countless times a week, and this time was no different.
But anger pressed through her veins like blood, and she remebered that there were guns in the back of the car that had just left.
A few hours later, the house phone started ringing. The number was unknown and it had an area code from a New Hampshire town. She answered it.
"Carlisle," her father said on the other end. "You're going to want to sit down."
A few minutes later, the phone dropped to the ground. Her brother had been shot in the lower chest, by another hunter. Now a long white scar decorates that area on his chest. She couldn't help thinking it was her fault, and with horror she realized that it probably was.
*****
The boy couldn't have been more than 14, Carlisle's age, but he had a wispy beard.
Carlisle stayed away from him while Adam befriended him.
Late one night, Adam snuck into Carlisle's bedroom. "You're never going to believe this," he said as he sat on the bed, squishing her leg. "You know that kid at school, right? Well, he says there's this camp..."
Role-playing Example:
The camera felt heavy in Carlisle's hands. It had been a while since she had taken pictures just for the hell of it, and she missed the flash and the feeling of accomplishment. she was sitting on a bench besides the basketball court. There wasn't a game going on. She snapped pictures of campers who walked past, making them her models.She took a picture of a beautiful Aphrodite boy, who turned his head as soon as the button clicked. She winked at him and put the camera in her lap, trying to conceal it. Instead of doing anything, the boy just rolled his eyes and walked away. Carlisle narrowed her own and looked down at the camera, pulling up the picture of the boy on the tiny screen. And indeed, it was tiny, so tiny that Carlisle couldn't see a single feature. Frustrated, she sighed, and raised her head to seek out another unwilling model. When she found one, she raised the camera and pressed the button like it was a trigger, and the camera was a gun.
Notes: Carlisle is heterosexual and aromantic.
Gender: Carlisle is female.
Mortal Parent: Thomas Arin Duchannes. He is a wealthy man with little patience and a large temper.
God Parent: Oizys, goddess of misery.
Date of Birth: Decemeber 14, 1998. Carlisle usually says she was born in 1997, so she can be the big sister.
Place of Birth: Los Angeles, California.
Hometown/Last Residence: Boston, Massachusetts. Not exactly in the city, but in the outskirts.
Race/ethnicity: She is African American, with French roots.
Accent: Carlisle has a light Bostonian accent.
Skin Tone: Carlisle has brown skin, and dark freckles are everywhere.
Eye Color: Carlisle's eyes are a hazely brown. Adam's are a solid green.
Hair Color: She was born with dark, almost black hair, but Carlisle has destroyed hers with countless bottles of bleach and unnatural colors. It is currently light brown with blonde highlights and pink tips.
Hair Length: Carlisle's is long, spiraling past her shoulders and running down her chest and back. It stops at the center of her belly.
Height: Carlisle is 5'11.
Weight: Carlisle weighs 145 pounds.
Body Type: Carlisle is tall and lean as well, with narrow hips.
Appearance:
Carlisle loves clothes and jewelry and makeup. She wears nice clothes, typically a dark skirt paired with a crop top in the summer, and she does her makeup different everyday. Her makeup usually consists of a dark eyeshadow paired with a dark lipstick. She has a nose ring and a necklace shaped like a heart that her father gave her for her sixth birthday.
Weapon:
Carlisle has a celestial bronze chakram that is about 12 inches in diameter.
Armor:
Carlisle has a celestial bronze breastplate as well as a celestial bronze helmet.
Pet(s): Carlisle has a white cat named Canopy.
Skills/Talents:
Carlisle is a skilled photographer. She is also skilled at putting friends against each other and making people miserable.
Flaws:
Carlisle is rude, bossy, and arrogant, constantly overstepping her boundaries and tearing people apart. She is blunt and speaks her mind, which usually isn't a good thing. She is disloyal and untrustworthy, and loves turning people against each other. Carlisle was born missing one leg, so she has a prosthetic limb.
Strengths:
Carlisle is brave, and while that could have its downsides, it most certainly has its ups. She is not afraid to speak her mind and stand up for what she believes in. She is also very responsible and reliable.
Weaknesses:
Carlisle's weakness is working in teams. She can't rely on anyone but herself. Her weakness is also overestimating herself, so things usually don't end up working for her.
Likes:
Carlisle likes photography, echoing rooms, clear lakes, freckles, dogs, Taylor Swift, and pretty books.
Dislikes:
Carlisle dislikes boys who don't pay attention to her, anything that is loud, people she has to compete with, romance novels, sweet things, and Supernatural. [Seriously, just die already!]
Fears:
Carlisle fears not living up to her own standards, the thought that one day her power could be used against her, and she is scared of complicated weaponry.
Personality:
Carlisle is bossy. Rude. She has a morbid sense of humour that can easily get on people's nerves, and demands too much from people. She is a determined girl, removing anything from her path. She is also insecure and paranoid, and if the paranoia gets out of control, so does her power.
If she sees people who are talking even plancing at her, she will automatically assume that they are talking about her. Her nails are stripped down to their beds because of her nervous habit. She is also quite impatient, and has very high standards for herself as well as the people around her.
Powers:Carlisle's power is to make someone feel horrible about something, no matter what it is. She can make the person immediately regret the action, or hate them self for no particular reason. This power only last for about eight hours, depending on the view the action gave the person without Carlisle's help.
She can also make someone do an action that will make someone else miserable. What she can do depends on the person and his or her conscious restraint.
She feels stronger and more energetic when someone around her is upset or angry.
Social Status: Carlisle is part of the popular crowd.
Summer or Year Rounder: Carlisle is a year rounder, refusing to return to her father for even a few days.
Years at Camp: Carlisle has been at camp for 3 years.
Life Before Camp: The house was three million dollars. It had thirty four rooms, a swimming pool in the back, a tennis court, a movie theater in the basement, and was the size of the White House. Three million dollars was nothing for Thomas Arin Duchannes. Pocket money, if that. Nobody really knew why he was so rich. Maybe it was passed down from his equally wealthy father.As he made his way into the house for the first time, he was expecting it to be completly furnished, and the beauty, and the feeling of content. He wasn't, however, expecting the two small cribs that were in the center of the main living space.He lost his grip on the leather bag, sending it spiraling to the ground.
*****
Carlisle was about five years old when she first used her power. She hadn't known she was using it- the only way there was even any evidence was the mood swing her father had right in front of her. One moment, he is sitting on the ridiculous leather chair in the corner of the living room, and the next, he's screaming at Carlisle's twin, blaming him for a recent death in his family. An aunt, or maybe an uncle. Carlise couldn't tell. Not when her father was talking so fast, and the sound of his hand hitting his son's face was so loud.
Carlisle could do nothing but watch, and figure out what was happening. Afterwards, when her brother was crying from the pain and trying to get ice for the bruises that were already a dark shade of purple, she cried with him. Her father was depressed for days after.
*****
She hadn't meant for it to happen.
Earlier this morning, before Dad and Adam went on their hunting trip that they had been planning for the last few weeks, Carlisle had been standing at the counter, cutting up a banana. She liked watching the knife slide through the mushy fruit. She didn't know why.
She had scooted to the left, and the next thing she knew, she was on the ground. Her brother had kicked her prosthetic out from underneath her, and was laughing at the top of his lungs. She had hit hard. She could still hear the ringing sound and the hard thump that was her head hitting the hard floor.
"Adam!" their father had called. "Let's go!" And like that, Adam just left. Carlisle got to her feet, an through the window, she watched her father pull the car out of the driveway.
She didn't know why she was so angry. Adam did it to countless times a week, and this time was no different.
But anger pressed through her veins like blood, and she remebered that there were guns in the back of the car that had just left.
A few hours later, the house phone started ringing. The number was unknown and it had an area code from a New Hampshire town. She answered it.
"Carlisle," her father said on the other end. "You're going to want to sit down."
A few minutes later, the phone dropped to the ground. Her brother had been shot in the lower chest, by another hunter. Now a long white scar decorates that area on his chest. She couldn't help thinking it was her fault, and with horror she realized that it probably was.
*****
The boy couldn't have been more than 14, Carlisle's age, but he had a wispy beard.
Carlisle stayed away from him while Adam befriended him.
Late one night, Adam snuck into Carlisle's bedroom. "You're never going to believe this," he said as he sat on the bed, squishing her leg. "You know that kid at school, right? Well, he says there's this camp..."
Role-playing Example:
The camera felt heavy in Carlisle's hands. It had been a while since she had taken pictures just for the hell of it, and she missed the flash and the feeling of accomplishment. she was sitting on a bench besides the basketball court. There wasn't a game going on. She snapped pictures of campers who walked past, making them her models.She took a picture of a beautiful Aphrodite boy, who turned his head as soon as the button clicked. She winked at him and put the camera in her lap, trying to conceal it. Instead of doing anything, the boy just rolled his eyes and walked away. Carlisle narrowed her own and looked down at the camera, pulling up the picture of the boy on the tiny screen. And indeed, it was tiny, so tiny that Carlisle couldn't see a single feature. Frustrated, she sighed, and raised her head to seek out another unwilling model. When she found one, she raised the camera and pressed the button like it was a trigger, and the camera was a gun.
Notes: Carlisle is heterosexual and aromantic.
Last edited by lightworm on 3/7/2015, 7:55 pm; edited 3 times in total
