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that_costOUT OF CHARACTER
Player Name: Mouse
Are you 16 or older: Yes
Contact: Plurk @jellybabyoftheneutronflow
Current Characters: No
Tag: charlie mcgee
IN CHARACTER
Name: Charlie McGee
Canon: Charlene Roberta McGee
Canon Point: Between the first and second film (which I'll never update her to)
Age: 16, so about 5 years after running from the Manders.
History: Not a lick of happiness here.
Personality: At this point in her life, Charlie doesn't trust anyone easily. She's been duped and lied to so many times that she can't. It's almost impossible for her to. She'll be friendly and nice to people, but don't take it for naivety. She's far from naive. She's wise beyond her years, due in no small part to how her life went for the first twelve years of it. She doesn't allow herself to get close to people, afraid that it will end badly for her or even worse for them and has a habit of pushing people away if she feels they're getting too close.
She's dishonest, too. She won't tell anyone her real name. She'll stick to a nickname or a false name. And only just that. If she does use her real name, it's either a miracle or a mistake.
When and if she does find someone she can trust, she bonds immediately and it's a strong bond. Her stubbornness won't let anything get between her and whoever it is she trusts. Charlie's loyal to the people she cares about and will fight to keep them with her.
She's learned from trusting Rainbird, however, that trusting people is just a mistake in general. So she's jaded. She tries to keep herself neutral to everything and keeps her emotions in check as best as possible. This is an old habit from childhood since her abilities were so strongly tied to them and made controlling her pyrokinesis quite tricky.
Even with all that, though, Charlie is saddled with a big heart. As closed off as she is, she can't help but care for people in need and want to do something to help them. She firmly believes at the core of her very being that life is short and pain is hard and we were all put on this planet to help each other. She wants more than anything to see good in a person, but will find it difficult to believe it's honest good and not out of a need to gain something.
She's a contradiction in terms of what she wants from people. On the one hand, she wants people to leave her alone. She thinks she'll only cause them trouble, which is very true. With The Shop still looking for her, Charlie's a magnet for hideous situations.
On the other hand, she craves normalcy. She wants to have friends and people who'll know her as Charlie and not whatever her name is that week. She wants people to accept what she can do because maybe that way, she'll be able to do the same.
You also have to remember that she is still a caring person, as shown with her relationship with the Manders. She's especially loving to the people that accept her for what she can do, what she's done, and who she is. Irv Manders in particular gave her the normal parent/child relationship she wanted. He treated her like his own child, and it broke Charlie to her very soul to run away on them. They were in danger, and this is where her fear of attachment comes in. She can't get close to people easily, not with the Shop an ever-present danger.
She will try, though, once she figures out the Shop can't get to her on the ship.
Abilities/Skills: Pyrokinesis, telekinesis, Danger Sense (limited to within minutes) and the ability to form an empathic/telepathic link with people if she really trusts them.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Avid reader. Despite missing several years in her education, she is in fact quite smart and loves to read. She is also quick at learning and loves being around food. She's also very organized and keeps messes to a minimum. She doesn't like to leave evidence that she was ever anywhere.
Weaknesses: She gets ill around the smell of cooked meat, it's a PTSD thing. She relates it to the smell of burning bodies.
She'd be good in a library or a kitchen, but won't be too picky about where she's sent.
Items:
Ratty backpack with:
Four changes of clothes.
Money.
A file with news clips about a 'terrorist attack on a pharmaceutical company' which she knows is BS.
Pens.
A journal with letters to her dad in it.
SAMPLES
Network Sample:
[ There's the sound of something being fumbled, a grumble and a few swears, and the screen goes blank. Someone hit the off switch. Oops.
Oh, look, now it's back on and the teenager on screen looks like she could use a sandwich or two. And she looks mildly annoyed, and wary. There's a look about her that says maybe she's seen far, far too much bullshit and she's not as young as she looks because of it.
Oh well, that doesn't matter, because now she's talking. ]
Okay. So uh...[ A nosewrinkle. Talking to this thing is not exactly high on her list of things to give a flying fuck about, that much is clear, but somehow she talks herself into it. ]
Names Leigh.
[ It's really not, but she says it confidently enough. ]
I get it. I'm on a ship in space. I've spent several hours trying to disprove it, maybe convince myself that I'm dreaming but...
[ Clearly, that did not happen. A shrug, one shoulder lifts and a look of 'whatever, idgaf' appears on her face at the subtlest shake of her head. ]
Clearly, I'm not. What do I need to know that a few hours of poking around won't tell me? Any useful information will be highly appreciated. Thanks.
[ The thanks is, surprisingly, heartfelt. But anyone good with reading people would probably note she didn't smile once during her talk, even if there were probably moments where a sarcastic smirk would have done well. With that, Charlie settles back, leaning against a corner somewhere as she waits for answers. ]
Prose/Action Sample:
Charlie doesn't care for crowds, despite how useful they are. They're good for disappearing into, but they're also good for getting trapped in. Caught in. She can't begin to count how many times that's almost happened to her and right now, that's all she can think of.
It's dinner time and Charlie's at one of her usual spots, back in a corner as she watches people come and go. But most people aren't going. They're staying and moving in large groups around her and making her feel very uncomfortable. Try as she might, she just can't focus on her food.
Her hands go over her face and she tries to make it look like she's yawning and not trying to refocus herself. Her pen lies nearby and she picks it up, tapping it rapidly on the top of her journal, knee bouncing at the same pace. It's beginning to dawn on her that this isn't the place for her to have a meltdown so, rising to her feet, she grabs her journal and leaves her food behind. The tight, anxious feeling in her chest only gets worse as someone near her shouts to get someone's attention. The noise startles Charlie and the pen in her hand cracks, melting some. That's when she gets really nervous.
Someone saw that, she thinks to herself, looking around to see if this is true. Maybe her thoughts are wrong, but they persist. You know full well someone saw that. How could they not? You know what you need to do.
"I have to get out of here," Charlie says to herself, turning on her heel and hurrying out the door and down the hall, heading to the quiet of somewhere. Anywhere.
She just can't handle a large crowd right now.
Are you 16 or older: Yes
Contact: Plurk @jellybabyoftheneutronflow
Current Characters: No
Tag: charlie mcgee
IN CHARACTER
Name: Charlie McGee
Canon: Charlene Roberta McGee
Canon Point: Between the first and second film (which I'll never update her to)
Age: 16, so about 5 years after running from the Manders.
History: Not a lick of happiness here.
Personality: At this point in her life, Charlie doesn't trust anyone easily. She's been duped and lied to so many times that she can't. It's almost impossible for her to. She'll be friendly and nice to people, but don't take it for naivety. She's far from naive. She's wise beyond her years, due in no small part to how her life went for the first twelve years of it. She doesn't allow herself to get close to people, afraid that it will end badly for her or even worse for them and has a habit of pushing people away if she feels they're getting too close.
She's dishonest, too. She won't tell anyone her real name. She'll stick to a nickname or a false name. And only just that. If she does use her real name, it's either a miracle or a mistake.
When and if she does find someone she can trust, she bonds immediately and it's a strong bond. Her stubbornness won't let anything get between her and whoever it is she trusts. Charlie's loyal to the people she cares about and will fight to keep them with her.
She's learned from trusting Rainbird, however, that trusting people is just a mistake in general. So she's jaded. She tries to keep herself neutral to everything and keeps her emotions in check as best as possible. This is an old habit from childhood since her abilities were so strongly tied to them and made controlling her pyrokinesis quite tricky.
Even with all that, though, Charlie is saddled with a big heart. As closed off as she is, she can't help but care for people in need and want to do something to help them. She firmly believes at the core of her very being that life is short and pain is hard and we were all put on this planet to help each other. She wants more than anything to see good in a person, but will find it difficult to believe it's honest good and not out of a need to gain something.
She's a contradiction in terms of what she wants from people. On the one hand, she wants people to leave her alone. She thinks she'll only cause them trouble, which is very true. With The Shop still looking for her, Charlie's a magnet for hideous situations.
On the other hand, she craves normalcy. She wants to have friends and people who'll know her as Charlie and not whatever her name is that week. She wants people to accept what she can do because maybe that way, she'll be able to do the same.
You also have to remember that she is still a caring person, as shown with her relationship with the Manders. She's especially loving to the people that accept her for what she can do, what she's done, and who she is. Irv Manders in particular gave her the normal parent/child relationship she wanted. He treated her like his own child, and it broke Charlie to her very soul to run away on them. They were in danger, and this is where her fear of attachment comes in. She can't get close to people easily, not with the Shop an ever-present danger.
She will try, though, once she figures out the Shop can't get to her on the ship.
Abilities/Skills: Pyrokinesis, telekinesis, Danger Sense (limited to within minutes) and the ability to form an empathic/telepathic link with people if she really trusts them.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Avid reader. Despite missing several years in her education, she is in fact quite smart and loves to read. She is also quick at learning and loves being around food. She's also very organized and keeps messes to a minimum. She doesn't like to leave evidence that she was ever anywhere.
Weaknesses: She gets ill around the smell of cooked meat, it's a PTSD thing. She relates it to the smell of burning bodies.
She'd be good in a library or a kitchen, but won't be too picky about where she's sent.
Items:
Ratty backpack with:
Four changes of clothes.
Money.
A file with news clips about a 'terrorist attack on a pharmaceutical company' which she knows is BS.
Pens.
A journal with letters to her dad in it.
SAMPLES
Network Sample:
[ There's the sound of something being fumbled, a grumble and a few swears, and the screen goes blank. Someone hit the off switch. Oops.
Oh, look, now it's back on and the teenager on screen looks like she could use a sandwich or two. And she looks mildly annoyed, and wary. There's a look about her that says maybe she's seen far, far too much bullshit and she's not as young as she looks because of it.
Oh well, that doesn't matter, because now she's talking. ]
Okay. So uh...[ A nosewrinkle. Talking to this thing is not exactly high on her list of things to give a flying fuck about, that much is clear, but somehow she talks herself into it. ]
Names Leigh.
[ It's really not, but she says it confidently enough. ]
I get it. I'm on a ship in space. I've spent several hours trying to disprove it, maybe convince myself that I'm dreaming but...
[ Clearly, that did not happen. A shrug, one shoulder lifts and a look of 'whatever, idgaf' appears on her face at the subtlest shake of her head. ]
Clearly, I'm not. What do I need to know that a few hours of poking around won't tell me? Any useful information will be highly appreciated. Thanks.
[ The thanks is, surprisingly, heartfelt. But anyone good with reading people would probably note she didn't smile once during her talk, even if there were probably moments where a sarcastic smirk would have done well. With that, Charlie settles back, leaning against a corner somewhere as she waits for answers. ]
Prose/Action Sample:
Charlie doesn't care for crowds, despite how useful they are. They're good for disappearing into, but they're also good for getting trapped in. Caught in. She can't begin to count how many times that's almost happened to her and right now, that's all she can think of.
It's dinner time and Charlie's at one of her usual spots, back in a corner as she watches people come and go. But most people aren't going. They're staying and moving in large groups around her and making her feel very uncomfortable. Try as she might, she just can't focus on her food.
Her hands go over her face and she tries to make it look like she's yawning and not trying to refocus herself. Her pen lies nearby and she picks it up, tapping it rapidly on the top of her journal, knee bouncing at the same pace. It's beginning to dawn on her that this isn't the place for her to have a meltdown so, rising to her feet, she grabs her journal and leaves her food behind. The tight, anxious feeling in her chest only gets worse as someone near her shouts to get someone's attention. The noise startles Charlie and the pen in her hand cracks, melting some. That's when she gets really nervous.
Someone saw that, she thinks to herself, looking around to see if this is true. Maybe her thoughts are wrong, but they persist. You know full well someone saw that. How could they not? You know what you need to do.
"I have to get out of here," Charlie says to herself, turning on her heel and hurrying out the door and down the hall, heading to the quiet of somewhere. Anywhere.
She just can't handle a large crowd right now.
