Post by Chloe Halliwell on Sept 18, 2012 2:15:53 GMT -5
~ Chloe Rae Halliwell~
God given name is:
Chloe Rae HalliwellCall me: Chloe, Chlo
Age ain't nothing but a number: 16.5
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation:Straight for the most part
Request What you want your Character to be:Junior
In my free time I:
~All Must be approved by staff!~
Personality: Well you could say I am the child that always got the worst type of attention. I don't care about your opinion your just there to be some kind of presence in my own world. I really don't empathizes for you, unless your close to me remember that. I can use my body and my female looks for attention but it's not always the best way to go about it. I can be conniving, I can make a grown man cry. Why you put yourself in this category? Is it my fault? Didn't think so. My best friend, mess with him you'll know it, when your in the ER. I dislike any type of law or authority. I break rules codes or anything set for me because I don't care when my father is present I change up. My mother knows I'm too far done but my father..he likes me. That's a first. I like a challenge when it comes to relationships yet if you hurt me...you'll know it.
Overall Appearance: What do you want, I'm about 5'3 I am athletically built. Long black hair, dark eyes. I have freckles I hate em stupid Irish. I like to wear jeans and t-shirts hoodies to cover my features. No, I don't care what you think and when i feel like dressing cute I will leave it at that.
Likes:
- Knives and sharp objects
- Loud music
- Long car rides
- Quite time
- Drinking
Dislikes:
- Girly girls
- Loud noises
- Bees
- People with expectations
- Being bossed around
History: My history, well I'm Irish and Canadian, I grew up in Toronto with my two big sisters and my mother. A girl is what they expected. Boy did I prove them wrong. I started to rebel at a young age playing boy sports and wanted to train in self defense that became an obsession. I started taking Melee learning to use weapons and shiny objects. My mother disowned me, and I barely had a father. When Dad is around I give him the little boy he always wanted. Time goes on... So there far I am in high school, don't talk to me or piss me off you will regret it. A bully, thats what you call me? *sad face* You have no idea.
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