CONNORS, carly brooke

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[atrb=style,background-color: 000000,bTable] CARLY BROOKE CONNORS

[atrb=style,background-color: transparent,bTable] hey guys. my name is carly brooke connors, but you can call me carly. everyone else does, so i guess you can too. i'm eighteen years young, and if it isn't already obvious, i'm a female. it should be. what isn't so obvious is the fact that i'm a psychic, but you can keep that a secret for now.

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personality

[/size][/right]Carly was once a happy girl that enjoyed eating pizza, watching rom-coms and taking walks when the sun was rising, but since the day she found out bout her mother's death she has been suffering from depression, crying at night and cutting whenever she could, to everyone that sees her though, they see the image she puts up, they see the girl that is happy-go-lucky, the one she wants them to see. In the eyes of most people she is a waitress at the local cafe and is polite and cheery. On the inside is a person that wants to have comfort, to be loved and to have things back the way they were. Her fears of death, heights and loneliness are still there but now more than ever she feels scared of losing herself.

At first she thought vampires were cool, Carly read the books about them and saw movies with them in but ever since that one vampire had killed her mother, she's hated them. If she ever met one that was friendly she might give them a chance but most she would think twice about staking. With other supernatural beings it is different... She knows about witches, shifters and weres and she knows that there's plenty of them, she just hasn't met one of them yet.

history

[/size][/right]Carly was born in Dallas, Texas on August 20, 1992 to Patrick Connors and Rachel O'Hara. She is of American, Australian, and Irish descent. Carly has one older brother and a younger half brother, who she's never seen, born from an affair her father had. Her mother was a waitress in a small club; her father moved to England after their marriage ended, Carly was two years old. Her mother raised her and her brother the best she could and in all fairness did a pretty good job. Carly got good grades at school and graduated as one of the top people in her class before she got a job in a bar playing the piano and singing for the customers. It didn't pay well but it would do.

Then recently Carly and he brother moved to Jamerson Falls and got a house together. Things couldn't have been better until they got the phone call that their mother had been killed by vampire. From what her brother had told her their mother had let the vampire in under the impression he was fixing the plumbing. Then she had been killed. Since the day Carly found out she has been suffering from depression, crying at night and cutting whenever she could, to everyone that sees her though, they see the image she puts up, they see the girl that is happy-go-lucky, the one she wants them to see.

She has yet to learn about her powers.[/div][/td][td]

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role play sample

[/size][/right]"Your wise to be scared..." Isabelle's eyes widened as she tried to see where the voice had come from, the only thing stopping her from doing so being the two hands that tightly grabbed her neck. Her eyes widened as she tried to speak, unable to do so from the force on her neck and only managing to make a low moan as the woman leaned into her and informed her that she had angered the queen. Her eyes moved so they could look at her creator, fear deep inside them as her body shook slightly. "Get up." The tone of the woman's voice made it clear she wasn't messing around and in the instant that Isabelle had heard it she was stood on her feet, her head bowed low with her eyes staring at her feet as the woman informed her about how she usually killed people that talked back to her. A tear of blood fell from her eye and splashed on the floor as she thought that this would be the end of her life.

Then the woman spoke again and Isabelle raised her head, wiping the tears away with the sleeve of her top. She was getting a second chance, or so she thought. The fear still burned away inside her and as the woman began talking about how she was as a human, how she had been lost and weak, it began to turn into sadness. Isabelle's thoughts wandered to the last time she had seen her parents, the night she had ran away. It had been a cold night with the winter air biting at her skin and she had just helped her parents bring in some late night shopping they had done. Isabelle had heard a song on the radio that day and was whistling the tune to it as she helped unpack the things, nothing too serious, just the tune of a song she didn't even know. Then out of nowhere she had been spun around by her father and slapped across the face. He had shouted at her and told her that she needed to listen to gospel, not blasphemy. At that time she hadn't known what she had done wrong, she had just cried and ran up to her room, there was nothing else she could do. It had been in her room that she had just grabbed a bag and threw some clothes into it before unlocking her window and climbing down onto the porch roof. Isabelle had given one last look at her parents in their room before jumping into the snow and running away.

Back in the present, tears of blood ran down her cheeks as the thoughts flooded her mind. She was unaware of her surroundings or what was going on, but one word escaped her lips before she flung her arms around the woman and hugged her tight, crying into her shoulder. That one word had been, "momma..."[/div][/center][/td][/tr][/table]

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