Post by Charlotte Hartwell on Mar 4, 2010 5:16:18 GMT -6
[/color]VALKYRIE,
CALIFORNIA
the ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in?
all the things that you never ever told me
and all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me[/font][/center]
WHEN THE OCEAN MET THE SKY ,[/color]
CHARACTER BASICS ,
you missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye[/color]
FULL NAME: Charlotte Faith Hartwell,[/font]
STAGE NAME: Faith Hart
NICKNAMES:Char, Charls, Charlie, Faith, Hart... anything you can muster
GENDER: Female
AGE:twenty
PAST EDUCATION:Graduated high school in Chicago
JOB: Actress
PLAYBY: Rachel McAdams
YOUR BODY MAY BE GONE ,[/color]
CHARACTER APPEARANCE ,
i'm gonna carry you in my head, in my heart, in my soul[/color]
ETHNICITY: English and Sicilian[/font]
HAIR COLOR: Naturally dark dirty blond, but dyes it different colours often.
EYE COLOR: green with flecks of gold and pupil rimmed by light brown.
HEIGHT: 5' 5"
WEIGHT:115 lbs
BODY TYPE: Long and lean body, but not as vigorously toned as Kate's. However, Charlotte has more of a curved frame and is more comfortable in her own skin, surprisingly.
DISTINGUISHED FEATURES:has a birthmark on the left side of her face, close to her hair line. Has a few more freckles on her shoulders. Has a mole on the bottom right of her face, a few millimeters away from her bottom lip. Has a freckle under her right eye.
PERSONAL STYLE: Charlotte has always had an eclectic sort of style. She knows what she wants and also knows what she looks good in. Never the one to follow fads, Char usually follows something that will make her look good, rather than what's popular. Now if they happen to be the same thing, well that is just her good fortune. However, the girl does love her shoes and accessories. Any outfit can be spruced up with some jewelry. But don't get her wrong, she didn't over do it, like the famed Coco Chanel said 'always take off the last accessory you put on.' it's more like a motto now. From jeans and a concert shirt to ball room gowns that have graced the red carpet, Charlotte has a more classic, looking good, style.
OTHER: Yay for pretty people?
IN YOUR MOUTH, IN YOUR SOUL ,[/color]
CHARACTER PERSONALITY ,
the more we move ahead the more we're stuck in rewind[/color]
STRENGTHS: Acting, Speaking her mind, Very honest, a Leader, Very witty[/font]
WEAKNESSES: A good script, children laughing, flowers, surprises, Lacey
LIKES: Lacey, flowers, old cameras, surprises, the ocean, vinyl records, fender guitars, paint, glitter, dresses, curly hair, dogs
DISLIKES:nasty cologne, axe, porta potties, bad manners, passive people, drug addicts, plastic covered couches, crying, male strippers (just tacky, you know)
FLAWS:Becomes annoyed easily, leaps before she looks, very impulsive
HABITS: Mutters her lines under her breath when she is first memorizing them, screams into pillows, makes jokes when she's uncomfortable.
SECRETS: - Charlotte ruined Kate's career, even more Kate busted her knee, out of pitiful anger.
- is quite religious, goes to church every Sunday
BEST MEMORY:Charlotte's best memory was when she heard that she was nominated for an academy award. It blew her mind away, she was now compared to the likes of Meryl Streep and Audrey Hepburn. Such iconic people, and if she played her cards right, she could be immortalized too. It was exhilarating, nerve racking, and just plain awesome.
WORST MEMORY:Her very worst memory was when she dropped off those picture at some paparazzi magazine head quarters just to get back at her ex-fiance Rhys, ultimately ruining her sister's budding career also. She was numb, her thinking was nonexistent, only fueled by rage that she lost sight of what was more important, that Kate was more important than this. Of course she confided in Kate about this, who evidently tore quite a few ligaments in her left knee which made it difficult for her to dance anyway, but a part of Charlotte knows that her older sister, despite forgiving her, still resents her for it, which kills Charlotte inside.
OVERALL PERSONALITY:Charlotte was nothing less than a spitfire kind of girl. All he life she knew exactly what was on her mind, and knew exactly how to tell people to shove it where the sun don’t shine. Always an outspoken person, it was a shocker that her parents never really noticed her. She was the ignored, middle child; so cliché yet even more annoying considering her abrupt personality. Charlotte always has an opinion, about everything. However, she isn’t one of those belligerent people with no logic or facts to back up her arguments, she has her facts, and Charlotte loves facts. Her arguments are that of intellect, of reason…Well, mostly. But along with her outspoken behaviour, came her urge to be right. It was such a common type of behaviour, but needless to say, the woman enjoyed the feeling of being right, who doesn’t? There was no one she knew that liked being wrong; no one at all. Charlotte was right. Ha. Of course with this little yearning she could come off as a little arrogant, but believe me, she isn’t an arrogant being. On the contrary, Charlotte is quite humble. She is always modest and with an impeccable vocabulary. Never the one to boast, Charlotte rather celebrates mildly, only ever really revealing her accomplishments if need be.
However, she was certainly no saint. Bitter, venomous, quick temper going alongside her head strong behaviour, Charlotte can be a very toxic person to be around. Bitter in a realist sense, Charlotte can almost come off as a cynic, but not quite. She has faith in the world, despite the fact that the quantity was very little. Faith that things would eventually become right, the pieces would fit into place. Her faith in God is also tested by her seemingly realist sense, but yet she still believes still has faith in a higher being. It was something that keeps her hope when everything seemed to fall apart in front of her. But she isn’t one of those immensely religious people, who would sacrifice their children, forbid them from going to the hospital, giving them the BS that ‘praying was the answer.’ No, her faith didn’t blind her, it was something that gave her hope, something she cherishes, and not something that ran her life completely. But her faith, well, not a lot of people know that she is Christian and attends church on a regular basis, her religious views weren’t something she glorified, she’s wasn’t like Madonna and Kabbalah.
Alongside her faith and her outspoken nature, Charlotte is a very hot headed individual, quick to jump onto a raging bull. She has a vast amount of anger, just pooled up inside her, easily provoked and easy to explode. She never keeps her anger to herself, and when she does, it is a more catastrophic event, devastating to an astronomic affect. Mount Vesuvius had nothing on her. However, due to the fact that she is an angry person by nature, when Charlotte is truly upset, she tends to become quiet, distant, and nearly aloof until whatever has upset her is resolved. But this is a rare occurrence, something that hardly ever happens, not a lot of things faze the academy award nominated actress, but sometimes, the rare old thing gets by her barrier, throwing her off guard. But in normal situations, her stubborn nature gets the best of her, which aids in the previously mentioned ‘urge to always be right’ syndrome. It was something that coincided with that, she knew what she wants, for the most part, and with that she isn’t hesitant to do damn near anything at all to attain it; a quality that was both a blessing and a curse.
Lastly, within her very unconventional characteristics, she is, way down in the depths of her heart, kind and very loyal to those whom she cares for. Of course, her kindness is often subtle and far overlooked as compared to Kate’s open arms of niceness, but kindness Charlotte does possess. She is loyal to the few people she cares for, a handful of people she sees loyalty for. Charlotte is more of a subtle sentiment kind of girl, often opting for smaller gestures rather than grand ones, like a random bouquet of flowers than having the classic twelve roses on Valentine’s Day. Of course, her kindness should be compared to her sister’s, Kate effervesced kindness and humble loyalty, whereas Charlotte? Hers was earned, as odd and undefined as that was.
AND WE'LL BOTH GROW OLD ,[/color]
CHARACTER HISTORY ,
well i don't know, i don't know, i don't know, i hope so[/color]
HOMETOWN: Chicago Illinois[/size][/font]
PARENTS:Eric and Marisol Hartwell
SIBLINGS:Sister: Kate Estelle Hartwell, twin, 20
Brothers: Eric Rhett Hartwell, 24 and Jesse Isaiah Hartwell, 17
OTHER:Niece: Lacey Katherine Eliza Hartwell, 4
LIVING SITUATION:Shaks to keep her grounded, but she renovated her house now, but still in the shaks, ftw.
HISTORY:Charlotte Faith Hartwell wasn’t supposed to be alive; she wasn’t even a planned pregnancy. Her mother wanted one daughter, one to spoil, one to push into everything. So when Marisol gave birth to her first daughter, Kate Estelle, she wasn’t really looking for another baby, especially for what she was told about Charlotte. In the womb, there was always one baby that had more movement, and just healthier you know? And when it came, the doctors warned Marisol of the other twin’s activity, or well, lack thereof. So when she had Kate, who was moving and screaming, crying at the top of her lungs, Marisol was just happy to have a healthy baby first, never thinking that a screaming baby was such a good sound. But when Charlotte was born, nine minutes later, she never made a sound, hell; she didn’t even open her eyes. But despite her deathly composure, right before the doctor was about to pronounce her, Charlotte began to scream, much louder than Kate had, crying and what not; just a little late, but all the more heart-attack inducing; so much for being a stillborn huh? And so, from this little event within a few minutes of her life, she had the middle name, Faith, faith to bounce back, given to her by her father.
But that was one of the last times that Charlotte knew of her mother’s concern. From that point onward it seemed that she was always in Kate’s shadow. Of course when she and Kate where little girls, children, they were put into every extracurricular activity known under the sun, but it was Kate who always got the shiny gold, Kate who got the attention. It aggravated her; she was invisible in her own family, what hope did she have with the world? Eric was the star athlete, Kate was the star dancer, and hell, even her younger brother was the future director/playwright/composer. What was Charlotte in all this? She was the shadow, the lingering ghost around all this amazement, all this star quality. But Charlotte, she was always dramatic, to the extent that her family ignored her, making her even more dramatic. That led to her fondness to acting, to be someone else for a small period of time, forgetting her for a moment. But things at home escaladed from minor referrals to total oblivion, like when Char was eleven, her first production ever in the community theatre of Chicago, opening night, she was Annie, title role. Guess who also had a little ballet recital, and not at all their first? And also guess to which their parents went, regardless of the fact that it was Charlotte’s first opening night and was Kate’s seventh recital. Yeah… But it wasn’t as bad as she made it out to be, she became used to doing whatever she pleased as long as the cops weren’t called, but maybe that was when her parents would actually notice that they had another daughter.
But like anything, time fades many hard feelings, and so her portfolio increased with a number of productions to her names. Eric left home with a powerful fight, keeping in touch by email and the occasion phone call to Charlotte. Kate was too delicate for all this disgraceful argument, hell, she wept when Eric left, and even if she never really hung out with him the way Char did. Eric was the one who didn’t ignore her, and he was just up and leaving? There wasn’t any hope for her now. Yeah Kate tried to be the one, who didn’t overlook Charlotte, but even she was human, she did like her moment under the sun. Her parents? Well, dinner was on the table every night, what more did she need, right? Ah the words from a kind father, no? But she stopped complaining now; middle school went by seamlessly as she flowed into high school. She became one of the most popular girls in school, funny, loud, just herself that happened to make friends so easily. It did help that she looked like more of a girl that her socially inept sister, Kate. Walls were jealous of her, and her nervous personality just made her easy bait. But Charlotte still hung out with her sister, not out of pity, but because she knew her best, Kate was charming, funny, just a good friend, not just a good sister. Her ambition alarmed her but still Kate was kind, sweet and genuine, the vultures of high school were ignorant of how wonderful she was. No matter how much she wanted to resent Kate, she couldn’t, Kate was just too much of a good person; if Char wasn’t related to her, and she would probably hate Kate with all her soul or envy her good nature.
Kate graduated early, leaving Charlotte to go through senior year alone, which was nice, something she wasn’t lumped together with Kate, only until the graduation ceremony in which Kate had to attend, despite the fact she graduated early; silly little high school rules. But Charlotte was grateful for that, at least that would give her family a reason to come to the ceremony, right? But senior year was one of the most awkward she faced in her household, with her older siblings gone; her parents were more than a little irritable. Her father had sworn off Eric, and her mum constantly talked about Kate, how Kate was doing this, how she graduated early and is now becoming a prima ballerina in New York, how’s she is worried about Kate… It was the same old same old, just without the marionettes. Charlotte had a small glimmer of hope when Kate left, that maybe, just maybe her mum or dad would give a rat’s ass about how she was doing, or if roast beef was her favourite kind of dinner meat (which it isn’t, by the way) or just the regular old chatter of ‘How was your day?’ so that she could respond with something… that was one ritual everyone took for granted, Char just wished for it.
At seventeen, Charlotte graduated, and three days later, just like Eric, she left home going to Valkyrie instead of travelling the world like her brother. For a few days, she crashed in Eric’s dorm, before managing to get her own place. It was a small house on the edge of the beach, but the lot itself had a lot of potential room for extensions. She got it for a nice price too, all because the ‘shaks’ were such an undesirable place to live. Pfft, whatever, she liked that her backyard was the ocean rather than watching it from afar like those ‘valk’ folk. Besides, it was more refreshing this way. She came to Valkyrie because of two things, her older brother, who also became a father with her time here and an acting career. She wanted to be an actress, damn it. With so much conviction, she was pretty much like Kate, except instead of plié, she had her stage to sparkle on. But that was a little costly, so she had to pick up a job or two, waitressing at ‘La Fleur Violette’ and part time housekeeping too, all balanced between acting classes and auditions. It was time consuming, a regular routine with little to no breaks in between, but somehow, Char managed to make friends here in Valkyrie.
Two years later and a handful of roles in indie movies, she finally had her first big break into the acting field. It was the title role in a movie about this girl’s journey before and after rape and how she deals with it. That was just a description in a sentence, but she was moved, she didn’t even care if it was selected at Sundance (Charlotte was far from freaking out, she was… mind blown.) However, from that one film, she was launched into a series of films, one of which even earning her an academy award nomination for best supporting actress. Holy crap, nineteen and an Oscar nod. Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap. Of course she didn’t have her hopes for actually winning it, but the fact that she was nominated, holy crap. By now she had managed to make quite a few connections, not friends, there was a difference, within Hollywood, staying loyal to her agent Mona and well she was even sort-but-not-really seeing this guy, Rhys Logan. Yeah, that Rhys Logan, whose shit hit the fan while she was trying on dresses? Oh yeah, they were sort of going out, though she wasn’t very interested in him, for about three months before he popped the question, hell, they didn’t even consummate the relationship yet and bam, fiancé status. Char was bored, tired of him, but she accepted; equally unenthused as she was when they were sort of going out. She knew of his indiscretions, knew of his affairs, but eh, nothing was out in the media, only speculations.
She was young, stupid, and not in love, how messed up was that? She felt nothing for this guy; at all. No fireworks, no chemistry, and she knew Rhys was only using her for a status booster. Great. But it was one night when she was going through his things, finding some shred that will send her flying, something so devastating that there would be no recovery. Ransacking his entire douchey condo in Malibu, Char came upon Rhys’ iPhone, flicking through the pictures when her hands clamped around the mobile telecommunication device, unsure whether she should cry or just be angry. Why would she cry? Rhys meant nothing to her and yet seeing those pictures, of him and Kate sent her into a fit of unresolved anger. Couldn’t she just have something that didn’t require her sister? Fuck. Immediately, she dropped off the blackberry chip at some star life stalker mag in the dead of the night. She didn’t think twice that perhaps Kate had an explanation for this, that perhaps this might affect her career as the classic prima ballerina she was, or hell, even her modelling gig. Charlotte just didn’t think of anything or anyone, she got tunnel vision when she was angered; hell hath no fury, right?
The next morning was when she had her dress trials, you know, because she was getting married or whatever. She was surrounded by a group of close friends, her mother, and even Kate, though she was being a little venomous towards her. Charlotte had donned a veil and a vintage inspired gown, the lace covering her arms, glancing in the mirror when she heard the entire bridal party quieting down, sharply whispering. She glanced around, as she caught the awkward smiles of her mother and her friends when she ripped the paper form their hands. The page they were on, the compromising pictures of Rhys and Kate, but the way the newspaper was crunched together, it folded over one of the few first pages, with the picture of part of the infantry, discussing a bomb that went off in Iraq. She fell over on the little stool she stood atop, falling onto her mother, a little mesmerized and just plain anxious to see if he was still safe. Remember when I said Char made friends when she first came to Valkyrie? Well, one of those said friends were Wyatt Kennedy, a very significant part of her life. Now before you go off running to your mother’s worried because of the Kennedy name, Wyatt wasn’t at all like the reputation his last name had. He was funny, charming, smart…And Charlotte liked him, a little too much if you asked her.
But before he had to leave for duty, He broke her heart and so that resulted in the shit-storm that was Rhys Logan. But she read further into the article, you know, after she was placed in the up right position; his infantry was coming back, he was coming back. Charlotte, yet again, didn’t know how to feel. She in that halfway point of happiness that he wasn't killed and that anger that after she was done he would be. How she loathed emotions. Although most her bridal party thought it was because of the Rhys drama that she ripped off the dress and veil in such speed, but really it was because of an entirely different reason, though she had a reason to leave Rhys too. Char found him, being all dick-like in his condo when she ripped the ring from her necklace, placing it on the table (yeah, she just felt weird having it on her ring finger. Mind you the ring was gorgeous, but it didn’t feel right, you know?) Saying her last words to him, “I was looking for a reason to get out.”
And so, she left Rhys, the wedding plans were obviously shot to hell and she just took a breather for a few months before diving into another movie. But half way through production, she got a call from Chicago coroners. Her parents…They died. Just like that. Somehow fortunately her role in the movie also was killed, so immediately following production she flew to Chicago, for more details about it. She didn’t know how to feel, again, obviously she felt bad, she was a damn orphan now. But the reason she was feeling that way was because she had to feel that way. Show remorse for losing her parents, though ‘parents’ was a loosely used term here. But when she arrived in Chicago, she immediately held onto Jesse, her little brother was still just a child. He was in the car too, but managed to survive the hideous crash. But something was different in Jesse; he wasn’t as happy-go-lucky as he was before. She couldn’t blame him, seeing their parents die, that would mess anyone up. Kate arrived shortly but Eric was a no-show, and the funeral services were quick but just as painful. The amount of casseroles that got was crazy. It was like the one way people gave their condolences, through horrible messes of food, as if they feared starvation along with the funeral.
The government now had the task of placing Jesse somewhere. Charlotte offered up immediately, but she was overlooked, you know, not officially being an adult of twenty one. Some lame technicality. So Jesse was shoved off to Eric’s house, which wasn’t so bad. He was still with family, which was all that mattered. But Eric and Jesse, they weren’t as close as she and Jesse were. Hell, Jesse was a little kid when Eric left the house, never calling the house or anything. But it didn’t matter all the siblings were now in Valkyrie, a scattered family but still. Anyways, now at twenty, with her name well known in households across the country and an academy award nomination to her name, she still lives in the small home she got back when she first came to Valkyrie. However, with her fame came her fortune, to which she used to renovate her house in Valkyrie. But not too much was changed, it serves as a humble reminds, keeps her grounded, now let’s hope things don’t change too drastically. But Drama is always delicious, no?
COLLECTED MY BELONGINGS ,[/color]
ABOUT YOU AND FOR THE ADMINS ,
and i left the jail, well thanks for the time[/color]
YOUR NAME:gurms[/size][/font][/blockquote]
GENDER:meh
AGE:eh
RP EXPERIENCE:meh
OTHER CHARACTERS:eh
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:mehcredit: format by lainey, lyrics by modest mouse
