Post by SPC Charlie Townshend on Dec 23, 2009 23:44:27 GMT -5
Name» Charlotte Denise Townshend
Nicknames» Charlie
Home» Fort Stockton, Texas, USA
Birthday» April 3
Zodiac» Aries
Age» 24
Gender» Female
Sexual Orientation» Heterosexual
Marital Status» Single
Partner» None
Father» LTC Samson L. Townshend
Mother» Teresa Lovell
Avatar» No
Brief Personality» She is an all-around hard-ass. She mouths off a lot, though rarely to her superiors. She is fascinated by the planet she lives in which gives her a tolerance to the scientists, but she cares little for the study of everything, personally. She also doesn't understand the point of the Avatars or why some of the military hands and RDA members have them. She's perfectly content to be human and only human. Being raised by her dad alone she's always felt like "one of the guys", out-going and tom-boyish without an ounce of being prissy. She's not afraid to get down and dirty or go to bed sore from a hard day's labor. But unless you know her really well, it's better not to try her short fuse. When her temper gets going, she's more willing to talk with her gun or her fists first.
Roleplay Sample» Another restless night. But was there ever one that held peace? She finished the last button on her crisp linen shirt, the high collar around her neck practically taboo in a church-world owned and dominated by her male counterparts; but this Cathedral would never fall prey. She simpered knowingly at the mirror in front of her, dark chocolate tresses falling down to the middle of her back now being captured and twisted to a high bun that contained an irrefutable dominance.
And yet when all frozen perfection had reached its climax, the twinge in her mind caused tension. What the hell could it be now? The black, pristine skirt that brushed her black pumps swished a little louder as her step increased, the staccato tempo of her walk echoing in the vast stone corridors, no touch of coldness beating her own and nearing her skin. And upon passing down two flights of stairs, the old-fashioned wooden door to the Cathedral’s servant’s quarters appeared from the bleak walls.
One rap of the knuckles; two raps; and still no answer.
Extra» Charlie never knew her mother so she was raised by a bachelor military man and grew up calling him Lieutenant Colonel instead of Dad. Because of the way she was raised she knew she was made for the military as well, and eventually entered as a Specialist after getting a four-year degree in Communications, so she is fluent in the Na'vi language.
Hair Color» Auburn
Eye Color» Blue
Height» 5' 3"
Weight» 114 lbs
Tattoos» "Just" on her left wrist; "Breathe" on her right wrist
Piercings» None
Nicknames» Charlie
Home» Fort Stockton, Texas, USA
Birthday» April 3
Zodiac» Aries
Age» 24
Gender» Female
Sexual Orientation» Heterosexual
Marital Status» Single
Partner» None
Father» LTC Samson L. Townshend
Mother» Teresa Lovell
Avatar» No
Brief Personality» She is an all-around hard-ass. She mouths off a lot, though rarely to her superiors. She is fascinated by the planet she lives in which gives her a tolerance to the scientists, but she cares little for the study of everything, personally. She also doesn't understand the point of the Avatars or why some of the military hands and RDA members have them. She's perfectly content to be human and only human. Being raised by her dad alone she's always felt like "one of the guys", out-going and tom-boyish without an ounce of being prissy. She's not afraid to get down and dirty or go to bed sore from a hard day's labor. But unless you know her really well, it's better not to try her short fuse. When her temper gets going, she's more willing to talk with her gun or her fists first.
Roleplay Sample» Another restless night. But was there ever one that held peace? She finished the last button on her crisp linen shirt, the high collar around her neck practically taboo in a church-world owned and dominated by her male counterparts; but this Cathedral would never fall prey. She simpered knowingly at the mirror in front of her, dark chocolate tresses falling down to the middle of her back now being captured and twisted to a high bun that contained an irrefutable dominance.
And yet when all frozen perfection had reached its climax, the twinge in her mind caused tension. What the hell could it be now? The black, pristine skirt that brushed her black pumps swished a little louder as her step increased, the staccato tempo of her walk echoing in the vast stone corridors, no touch of coldness beating her own and nearing her skin. And upon passing down two flights of stairs, the old-fashioned wooden door to the Cathedral’s servant’s quarters appeared from the bleak walls.
One rap of the knuckles; two raps; and still no answer.
Extra» Charlie never knew her mother so she was raised by a bachelor military man and grew up calling him Lieutenant Colonel instead of Dad. Because of the way she was raised she knew she was made for the military as well, and eventually entered as a Specialist after getting a four-year degree in Communications, so she is fluent in the Na'vi language.
Hair Color» Auburn
Eye Color» Blue
Height» 5' 3"
Weight» 114 lbs
Tattoos» "Just" on her left wrist; "Breathe" on her right wrist
Piercings» None
