PENNANT, charleigh gray

[jess1]

Character Name: charleigh gray pennant
Nickname(s): char, charzard, charmander
Gender: Female
Age: seventeen
Grade: Junior
Former School: Hillard
Sexuality: Straight
Clique: Prep
Weight: 155
Height: 5'7
Appearence:

Contrary to belief, not all preps dress like they are. Sure she’s rich, but she’s not a snobby bitch about. Charleigh prefers Tilly’s and Wal Mart as opposed to Hollister and Abercrombie and Fitch. Usually skinny jean clad with a pair of Converse or Sperry’s and a bright t-shirt, she’s no where near the typical rich girl. And she’s more than fine with it, she’s happy about it. She’d rather be in the mud with the jocks than kicking high legs at cheerleading practice.

Ever since she can remember, Charleigh’s been into sports. Because of this hobby, she has a nice, toned body. She doesn’t diet or live off of carrot sticks, so she’s not a size zero. Or a size two. Her skin is moderately tanned and relatively blemish free except for the scattering of small, vanishing scars all over her body from her reckless stunts. But she’s never actually broken a bone in her whole life.

Thick, straight brown hair cut choppy with side bangs sets of her soft face and overall adorable features. Occasionally she dies her hair black to darken it’s color when the dye fades. She has a medium sized nose, thick lips, and thick eyelashes outline her bright ice blue eyes. The latter being the attention getter over all else; people always mention how they seem to almost glow. Unlike her fellow females, Char has no need or desire to pluck or wax her eyebrows and keeps them perfectly natural.

Personality:

You know how everyone always says redheads have a temper? Well, Charleigh would hate to prove you wrong, but brunette’s can be just as bad. Her fuse may be short, but it can burn for hours. In other words, don’t upset her unless you want to deal with a very hot, very bitchy person for the next few hours. Many things can set her off on a rampage, and that can probably be attributed to her childhood and teenage upbringing. Char also has a very stubborn nature; combined with the hot headedness, it’s not all that great of a combination. She has a tendency to find the small flaws and point them out with the driest, most cynical nature possible. But just because she’s rude and sarcastic to you does not give you the right to be the same towards her. In fact, you’ll get quite injured if you do. But she can be very nice and fun to be around if you’re good to her.

But this girl is a shy little thing, and will not approach someone on her own. If a random stranger comes over and tries to talk to her, that’s perfectly fine, and she’ll start up with her cynical comments. But she cannot – and I don’t mean won’t, she truly can’t approach people. Charleigh blushes ferociously and looks at her feet – start conversation with people she’s not accustomed to. Yet, after she knows someone, even for the shortest of time, Char has no problem telling them exactly how she feels and were they should put it. And it ain’t particularly pretty sometimes. For a shy girl, she sure can make a man blush – hell, she could make a sailor blush. For this reason, most of her friends are guys. So she mostly stays away from the cheerleaders and makes her social status with the classics and jocks. But to contrast this aspect, she is extremely silly and outgoing with her friends. Constant remarks are a guarantee when with her. And Charleigh doesn’t regard herself highly, and always assumes that compliments are kind lies. At least, they are when they’re directed at her. Many persist on telling her that they’re not lying, and everything they say is true, but she won’t hear of it. Char is very humble in that aspect, and finds herself very plain.

Charleigh has come to build a sort of wall around her heart. It’s almost as if she has a shell around it, keeping people out. She guards herself very carefully and doesn’t allow herself to get close to people or attached; it all the less painful in the end if you never really love someone. In her opinion, though she’ll never speak it, she didn’t build the metaphorical wall to keep people out; she made it to see who has the compassion and want to climb over it. Or what she really wants: to break it down all together. But that will take quite bit of time and commitment since she isn’t even aware of the fact that anyone would ever want to do such a thing. After all, people are simply selfish people that care about personal gain. And what could someone gain from her?

History:

A week earlier than planned, a young wealthy woman went into labor. Seven hours later, a beautiful baby girl was born. She weighed in at seven pounds ten ounces and was twenty-two inches long. They named her Charleigh. The next day, Amara, Leiv, four year old Andy, and newborn Charleigh, went home to their McMansion in Central.

Now, you’re probably expecting some kind of fairytale childhood, aren’t you? Just cause she’s a rich girl. Well, it wasn’t. Charleigh loved – and by love, I mean did it all the time – getting in trouble. She was the girl that could always be found with the guys. Whether it was sitting around the flat screen playing Call of Duty and Gears of War or causing a riot at school because they lit a trash can on fire. This could probably be attributed to her older brother, Andy. While most girls would have hated having an older brother, Charleigh loved it. She had never been one to wear dresses and play tea party – more of a tree climber, she was – and when she hit the age and needed guidance, she had a sixteen year old brother showing her the ropes. Their parents were always out, doing something important or at a dinner party for an extravagant event, so they stuck together. After a few years, she was already a part of their gang. So when her brother graduated and she moved up to high school, Charleigh was automatically in with it. For every five guy friends, she maybe has one girl friend; that’s just the way she is.

Since their parents didn’t really stay up-to-date with her school record or current group of friends, Char was free to do as she pleased; which also included doing the most reckless things possible. Ever since she could run, she has played soccer; she also plays tackle football with the guys, lacrosse in her spare time, and jumps around four foot on her Belgian Warmblood, Romeo. Besides that, any dare she is confronted with will be done. In fact, Charleigh’s already jumped off a third story roof into a pool, slid down a second story banister, jumped off her horse at a gallop. Oh, and did I tell you she like’s to fence? And she also likes to fence with real swords and no body gear. Best thing about it though, is she’s never had a broken bone. Now that I’ve told you of her historical tendencies, how about I fill you in on her recent history?

Not much really happened until the middle of her sophomore year. As always, she was hanging with the guys after school until the buses came. Not that she rode one, but she had scheduled it so the buses left with the guys, and she could go home in the Roles, nobody the wiser. Charleigh doesn’t really want anyone to know about her financial standings, she thinks – no, knows – they’ll treat her different. But as I was saying, she was sitting on the top of a picnic table, laughing along with some perverted joke the guys had said, when she noticed a freshie being tormented by an upperclassman. Char walked over to them and, long story short, ended up being suspended for what she did to the guy. It was only her second suspension, but it was enough to anger her parents. No waiting around school for the time she wanted. She was picked up immediately after the day ended. But her parents weren’t cruel, and let the driver use the Mercedes.

And as everyone knows, about four or so months ago, she fond out she would no longer be attending Hillard, but a combined school with the Lincolns. It was her worst nightmare, but she had no choice. Now the whole school’s rivals are doin’ trig together. Besides that, her brother’s left state again to go finish his four years at Dartmouth since summer ended. But this is Charleigh’s junior year, and she’s planning to have a hell of a time.

Sample Rp:

Nathaniel watched in unmasked humor while Claire’s face went between angry to embarrassed, back to anger again. And she had said he gave whiplash. Her emotions were as bad as his actions, if not worse. He let her move him to the side, knowing that if he had any intention of reclaiming the evening to it's former glory, he should allow her to blow off some steam. He wanted to warn her about the fellow human walking by the door, but decided against it. He knew she would roll her eyes and continue, and the collision would be quite comical from his point of view. He kept himself quiet as she burst through the door and slammed into the gentleman. She flushed again and patted herself down while apologizing. It was adorable and pathetic at the same time. He shook his head and laughed, a smile plastered to his lips. She was going to seriously injure herself one of these days if he didn’t control his actions. She always seemed to become disoriented around him. He followed her through the door and stood their, waiting to see where she ended up. He closed his eyes and shook his head in disapproval as she walked – no, more like stalked – towards the postal mailbox. Now he was becoming responsible for the health of inanimate objects. It keeps getting better and better...

Nathaniel watched the next few minutes unwind, stopping himself from falling over in fits of laughter. The broken toe was bad enough, but the jutted out lip that seemed to quiver in rage as the car drove by after drenching her, was over the top. He put a hand against the doorframe and just laughed. The poor girl was an absolute mess. He was about to walk towards her when he picked up her mumblings. And they were anything but polite. He decided it best to stay where he was – and stay alive. Though in his current state, she didn’t pose much of a threat. Darcy straightened his face and awaited her arrival as she limped back towards the building. Come to think of it, she closely resembled a drowned cat right now; especially as she skulked back towards the door, a scowl on her face. The poor girls pride had been beaten to a pulp in less than ten minutes, and he had had nothing to do with it. How relaxing.

Nathaniel watched as the blonde fell forward, attempting to embrace the sidewalk like she had him minutes before. He was about to dart forward, but she caught herself, and he figured he shouldn’t reveal himself in the street lest there be any “out for blood, with or without a cause” slayers lurking in the shadows. He would’ve chuckled again, but now it was getting downright ridiculous. He was about to go grab her and carry her in himself if she didn’t make it within the next ten seconds. But he was caught off guard when a few immature teenagers decided to wolf whistle towards her, and for some reason, Nathaniel was a bit protective. He turned towards them and let out a low, guttural growl. It wasn’t loud in any sense, but he made sure it made it to their ears, and their ears only. They looked at him in shock and made way to leave. When Darcy turned his attention back to Miss Benoit, he noticed the lacey black bra underneath the white tunic and top. And instead of laughter, it urged something else inside him. So much for his light sarcastic humor, the night was taking a whole different turn. But that would have to be suppressed until she calmed down.

He watched as she walked by, chin jutted out and head held high, attempting to seem confident and full of pride. She walked by him and walked to the elevator, practically seething. He smelt it when she bit her lip again, and suppressed a laugh when she sighed and continued going, not even caring. As she smacked the call button, he walked up behind her quietly. He reached her and gingerly wound his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder, his lips by her ear. He breathed gently and whispered in her ear, “Do you really hate me?” He stood like that for a moment before kissing the hollow right under her jaw bone. He trailed kisses down her jaw, punctuating each word with a kiss. “Do. You. Really. Hate. Me?” He was almost regretting what he was doing, for it was most likely causing a bigger reaction in him than in her. He brought his lips back to her neck and grazed the tender skin lightly with his teeth, toying with her flesh. There were only a few floors and a locked door – easy to bypass – and they would be in private. “I quite like the chosen undergarment as well; it’s very complimentary towards your figure.” He let go and stepped back as the elevator opened. He walked into it and leaned against the back of it for the second time in a half our. “I am sorry; did I anger you?” He looked at her quizzically. To the best of his knowledge, he hadn’t said anything offensive. Perhaps the crack about her outdoor mishaps was a bit over the line. But he hadn’t meant it in an offending way. He shook his head slowly and sighed. I need to learn how to socialize with mortals these days...

Celeb:

TAYLOR MANGO MARIE MANGAN

Out Of Character:

Jessica, 16, 3 years, e-mail, I Will Not Break

[( shannon )]

Doing appearance wasn't so bad, was it? And you did a wonderful job with it! A different kinda prep, I like it. (: I love love love her personality. She's like the badass don't mess with me kinda girl but there's also a softer side. Your wording for everything is simply amazing. I wish I was a dare devil like her. She reminds me of my new motto "Smart has the plans, stupid has the stories." I obviously really love this application. "Now the whole school’s rivals are doin’ trig together." Made me giggle. ACCEPTED!