...of birds and a large heart.
Piercings
Whyn has her ears stretched to a 0. Her plugs are offten red roses carved from marble.
Likes
*Apples
*Singing
*Birds
*Baking
*Polygamist Relationships
*Long Naps
*Short coal minners
Dislikes
*Apples
*Old people
*Dirt...
Black denim hugged the long tan legs of Charlotte Winslet. Hanging low on her hips, the two dimples on her lower back showed perfectly. To finish framing her precious beauty marks, a tight, long sleeved crop top wrapped around her small under bust. To accent her tan skin, a small silver ring...
Charlotte clung to the wall as more and more of her peers entered into the infirmary. Somewhere covered in blood and bruises, others seemed to be tagging along for support. At first, it seemed stupid of her to get involved, but these people where for a lack of a better word family-wither they...
Vasilisa Royel Arnason
The Basics
Vasilisa is freshly sixteen years old. This bisexual, cis-female was born in Iceland to a loving set of parents. She shares the birthday of July 17th with her twin sister,Rosemarie, who passed away when the girls turned fourteen. Her ethnicity is unique, as...
Turning her head towards the meowing feline at her feet, Charlotte parted her lips "No one for us here Gyps." The sigh that followed was loud, and blunt. A few of the passing first years quickened their pace when they noticed Charlotte's unimpressed exspression. Backing up a few steps, she...
The tap locked right into it's off position,with out any trouble. The last few drops of water escaped the pipe, and chimed against against the marble sidings. Charlotte traced her fingers along the fogged glass, doodling hearts, stars and other lame middle school things. Pressing her bare hip...
Cool. Charlotte is in the castle still, just got out of bed late. She's somewhere by the great hall. Think you guys could bump into her or something? Or maybe she sees you? Just to get her involved.
The car kicked up dust as her parents drive her left her on the steps of her new home. The tall, cottage esque building was intimidating, and the surrounds already had Harlow feeling trapped. While homely, it still felt posessive. Beside her was a pile of suitcases, along with a vintage Louis...
A) English is her first language, her accent is just funny. Her mother raised her more South African than Icelandic.
B) I could work in some more details, or explain them to you in a PM if you like. Either or. I have a pretty solid ideaof how it all came to be.
1) Sorry, just wrote it in my standard layout so it's not to hard to post in another one should I recycle her. I can break it down if you want.
2) She'd be 17.
3) I can change to an American character if you'd like. I have them on stock like Walmart has towels.
I can't send messages yet, but feel free to hit me up with one. I'm pretty reliable. Was on the site for five years before taking a break. I am now on a fresh, clean account and ready to make new literary magic.
Pardon my dyslexic spelling </3