Let's see if I can find my Rping mojo somewhere... I'm a bit rusty, so forgive me? I've been out of the game for a while lol.
Name: Charlotte 'Charlie' Raphael
Age: 18 (but her other split personalities are aged five and thirty two)
MBTI: Generally, she has the ENFP persona. But there are moments when the other personality emerges, she generates the ISTP persona. However, her five year old personality simply appears bossy and comanding, so it (I mean she) doesn't have a set MBTI.
Personality Traits: Is slightly tom-boyish in a sense where she doesn't have proper fashion sense and doesn't care, doesn't mind getting down and dirty, and has a huge dislike for the colour pink (having been dressed up in pink frocks all her childhood, it's no wonder, really.) She refuses to respond to her given name Charlotte, opting instead for the use of her nickname Charlie.
Physical attributes: Her 'Devil may care' attitude about life has certainly given her a number of scars, mostly found scattered on her forearms and knees, but there is one distinguished scar that starts from the back of her left ear, travelling down to her neck only to be hidden by her clothing. The length of the scar is unknown and she refuses to discuss its origins. Her dark brown wavy hair is chin length, cut into a messy bob style, and she suffers from heterochromia, hence a light blue right iris and a left dark brown one. She is quite short, coming up to only 4 ft 11, but she has shapely hips and a smaller upper body, the typical traits attributed to the pear shaped body. Her voice is normally a bit husky and low, but when she is in her five year old persona, the voice become high pitched and squeaky, only changing to it is soft and smooth when she switches to her thirty two year old personality.
Background: She really is a bit of a drifter and a lot of a wild child. Charlie had lived on the streets after escaping from a mental asylum where she had been tortured and drugged up half the time she was there. She was placed there after having burned down her home at the age of ten, killing all the tenants inside, her family members included. She was deemed unfit for foster care as a result of her split personalities and so was placed in an asylum as means of dealing with her condition. After managing to escape at fifteen, she roamed the streets, stealing and working odd jobs to maintain herself, living as resourcefully as she was able to as well as picking up self defense skills and becoming physically strong. She'd never had a real home, but is happy wherever she goes, making a few acquaintances out of curiousity and leaving as soon as she'd deemed it suitable. Her current residence is at an old abandoned pier.
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Charlie hangs upside down from one of the rusty beams that was situated high off the groung, after having decided that she would like to view her dark dingy 'home' from a new angle. Swinging to and fro, she pretended what it would be like to work in the circus on the trapeze. She then gracefully sat upright and maneuvered her current sitting position so that it would appear that she was sitting on it like a swing. Whilst she was minding her own business, the sudden screech of tires on the road caused her to straighten up with a new feeling of alertness.
"What now?" she grumbled out loud, as she kicked her feet to push her self forward on her newest makeshift swing. "If it's one of those druggies... I'll be sure to show them the door..."
Charlie then slowed down her momentum so that the beam would stop moving, and waited quietly with bated breath, to get a good look at who it was that had interrupted her solitude. Then she would decide what she had to do to get rid of the nuisance.
(Sorry for its lengthy-ness. I'm excited and it's been awhile lol.)