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 Charity Morgan {Give 'Em Hell Kid}
« Thread Started on Jun 25, 2007, 8:00am »

About the Role Player
Name: Danielle or Danii
Age: 15
Where did you find out about this forum?: I don’t know. I was searching Ryan Ross on Google and this site popped up.

About the CHARACTER

Photo(REQUIRED and MUST be a real person):
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Portrayer(MUST be a celebrity):
Hannah Beth
Age:
22
Race:
Vampire
Name:
Cheyenne Charity Morgan ( Call her Charity)
Height//Weight:
5’2’’// 130 lbs
Any powers?(Vampires ONLY):
Can see the future and walks faster than normal people. She runs very fast too.
Personality:
She is sort of sweet and caring but only to her close friends and people she likes.
Other than that she is a total bicth and takes no (I don’t want to say shit but I just did so..) from no one. She is very smart so don’t try to fool her. She will find out.
Dislikes:
Liars (even though she can be one her self)
Humans
Almost everything
Likes:
Boys….
History:
Charity has had a bad past and she’s trying to forget about it. But it seems that something in her everyday life reminds her about it. When Charity was a baby she had a pretty good life. A mom, dad, brother and a sister but that all changed one day. Vampires attacked her family, but instead of biting her parents and siblings they stabbed them repeatedly until they bled to death. After they killed her family they went after Charity. She cried and cried, what else was she supposed to do? She was only five. Instead of killing her like her ill fated family members they bit her and let her live. After that Charity became a vampire and saw nothing good about life.

Hobbies//Habits:
Habits:
Bites people
Curse people out
Ignores people she doesn’t like

Hobbies:
Biting people
Just like Machines 'They pump blood into our morphine addicted bodies that are cold as ice'
Type up a Sample Post for me:
This is taken from my novel that I'm writing.

Charlie's eyes were full of hurt. She's never seen someone who seemed so happy want to cut. Especially him. Charlie got up and walked over to him. She took his hand in hers.
"Alex, you don't need to cut. Not now,not ever. You should be happy with your life. It's....prefect. You have a mom and dad that loves you. You have a roof over your head that would never turn on you. You have straight A's, and almost every teacher love you. You have a girlfriend that wants you there. Beside her. Forever."Charlie said holding his hand on her left breast, over her heart.
Alex looked down from her.Feeling her heart beat. He squeezed her hand. "No it's not.Not even close. Well maybe the girlfriend part but the rest,no." he said still looking down. Their bodies almost touching. He looked to her. His eyes fixed on her brown chocolate hair."Charlie, I'm glad you feel that way. At least someone does but I..." he started trailing off with mutters.
Charlie moved closer to him their bodies touching. "Dont." she said simply. She leaned in kissing him on the lips. This maybe was her last time for their lips to touch. She kept her lips on his not wanting it to end.She finally broke her eyes locked on his. "Please dont." she said giving him another kiss.
"I'm sorry." Alex said. He wrapped his arms around her waist.He got to her back pocket of her jeans and took the knife. He let go of her ignoring her tears.He lifted the knife to his wrist. He cut is skin goining deeper.Blood dripped out the wound.
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The room started to spin. Blood dripped on the white tiled floor of Charlie's kitchen. Charlie's screams filled the room. Behind his eyes everything blurred. His hearing faded, not able to hear his girlfriend's piercing screams. Weakness piled over his body as he felt his arm put more pressure on the knife. The weaker he got the more pressure was applied cutting deeper. Hitting veins, the right ones to kill a man. The room went dark.Everything stopped.He was dead.

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