Medusa

The Last Avatar - Inspired by the Nickelodeon Television Series

I'm around, but happy holidays to everyone too!

Interview the person below you

1. Nope
2. Nah
3. The world may never know
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1. If you could commit any crime, what would it be?
2. What did you want to be when you were little?
3. Describe your perfect day.

Amongst the Lonesome- A return to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

C H A R L O T T E M O N T G O M E R Y

N I C K N A M E

Dr. Bathory

R A C E

Human, vampire thrall.

A G E

Twenty-Nine

A P P E A R A N C E

Charlotte stands at around 5'6", which includes the mass of dark waves she styles daily. Featured are bright blue eyes, an upturned nose, and full lips- all of which contribute to a good-looking young woman. The blemish-free skin and fit figure radiate care, every inch of her altered by design. Between surgical improvements and an ostentatious amount of product, Charlotte still considers herself a work in progress. Hidden, a variety of tattoos are traced along her skin, all of which depict surgical lines that note the work yet to be completed.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Charlotte is extremely intelligent, often using whatever skills from her education and that of texts to succeed in her career. She is phenomenally judgemental as well, due to the low opinion of her own appearance. Most often, however, Charlotte interferes if she deems it useful to her, and adds an opinion when absolutely necessary. Under the employment of various factions, the young woman realizes that speaking out of turn may prove itself to be even dangerous. Due to her spoiled upbringing, she has very little patience, often becoming determined in bursts rather than seeing projects through to the end. Though Charlotte has an all-encompassing goal, she is more than willing to take the easiest route, and therefore has a capacity for disloyalty.

B I O G R A P H Y

She'd been their miracle, born through the triumph of science to a couple in their mid-forties. Charlotte was an only child, and naturally, her parents expected success. Their name carried wealth with it, her father having been a skilled surgeon for many of Santa Somabra's elites. Therefore, their appearance was of the utmost importance, and the family had needed to sell a lifestyle. Higher education was a requirement rather than a dream, and thus, she was groomed to carry on a legacy.

Though the girl had come exceptionally close, she'd never seemed to completely break under the stress of their overbearing presence. However, naturally critical, her father was quick to comment on her flaws. Whether it was the extra weight that never seemed to disappear or her hooked nose, his eye would not miss an opportunity to criticize. And, on her sixteenth birthday, the doctor had blessed his daughter with a new nose.

Suffering from severe body dysmorphia and the availability of a free surgeon, Charlotte had been more than happy to repeatedly alter herself. It was a normal process in her home, her mother doing whatever it took to achieve perfection. She would severely restrict portions for her daughter, going so far as to take the markers in their home to draw out imperfections. Mrs. Montgomery had been a lovely debutante long before, and with the best intentions, wished for the same sort of beauty to be bestowed on her unattractive child.

The girl had had trouble maintaining friendships as she aged, always jealous of the natural beauty her peers seemed to posses. Whether someone maintained a thinner waist or carried higher cheekbones, Charlotte would find opportunities to lower the self-esteem of others. Wealthy as she was, she quickly found out that people gravitated towards her due to whatever power or wealth her status presented. Therefore, in her youth, she'd become cynical and biting, often making games off the misfortune of others. When high school ended, Charlotte had been more than ready to leave the people who she so desperately disliked.

University hadn't found a place in her heart either, and though she maintained her grades, Charlotte had spiralled into a similar pattern of anger and loneliness. She continued to modify her features in search for a sense of self. Though now outwardly beautiful, it was never enough. Attempts at relationships would dissolve as quickly as they came, the young woman constantly putting her needs before that of others. A nail appointment would replace dates easily, and hair treatments took favor over that of previously made plans. In medical school she had made attempts at preserving her youth a priority, looking towards any means at keeping her appearance. Searching for a cure to aging altogether, it wasn't difficult to find information of mythical means. The life of the vampire had become a new dream, and Charlotte was willing to take any stride to keeping herself young.

At twenty-seven, the woman had dropped out of school due to wishing to serve her mistress fully. She was desperate to please, and had become an unofficial surgeon for other thralls or creatures injured in their nefarious careers. Now wealthy enough to disappear, she altered her surname while still hoping for immortality. Charlotte fears aging more than death itself, and has planned her suicide should she stay human at thirty.

Amongst the Lonesome- A return to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

@KingfisherI finished my character by the way. Would it be all right to throw my sheet into the completed profiles page?

Amongst the Lonesome- A return to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

@Medusa - My vampire mistress could use more thralls for sure.

@Rockette

Lol, I threw a bit of Maharet in there, if it's cool. I don't think they'd have to interact all the time, but it should be interesting to have an active vampire for Charlotte (my character).

Amongst the Lonesome- A return to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

I can't believe I named her Dr. Bathory

C H A R L O T T E M O N T G O M E R Y

N I C K N A M E

Dr. Bathory

R A C E

Human, vampire thrall.

A G E

Twenty-Nine

A P P E A R A N C E

Charlotte stands at around 5'6", which includes the mass of dark waves she styles daily. Featured are bright blue eyes, an upturned nose, and full lips- all of which contribute to a good-looking young woman. The blemish-free skin and fit figure radiate care, every inch of her altered by design. Between surgical improvements and an ostentatious amount of product, Charlotte still considers herself a work in progress. Hidden, a variety of tattoos are traced along her skin, all of which depict surgical lines that note the work yet to be completed.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Charlotte is extremely intelligent, often using whatever skills from her education and that of texts to succeed in her career. She is phenomenally judgemental as well, due to the low opinion of her own appearance. Most often, however, Charlotte interferes if she deems it useful to her, and adds an opinion when absolutely necessary. Under the employment of various factions, the young woman realizes that speaking out of turn may prove itself to be even dangerous. Due to her spoiled upbringing, she has very little patience, often becoming determined in bursts rather than seeing projects through to the end. Though Charlotte has an all-encompassing goal, she is more than willing to take the easiest route, and therefore has a capacity for disloyalty.

B I O G R A P H Y

She'd been their miracle, born through the triumph of science to a couple in their mid-forties. Charlotte was an only child, and naturally, her parents expected success. Their name carried wealth with it, her father having been a skilled surgeon for many of Santa Somabra's elites. Therefore, their appearance was of the utmost importance, and the family had needed to sell a lifestyle. Higher education was a requirement rather than a dream, and thus, she was groomed to carry on a legacy.

Though the girl had come exceptionally close, she'd never seemed to completely break under the stress of their overbearing presence. However, naturally critical, her father was quick to comment on her flaws. Whether it was the extra weight that never seemed to disappear or her hooked nose, his eye would not miss an opportunity to criticize. And, on her sixteenth birthday, the doctor had blessed his daughter with a new nose.

Suffering from severe body dysmorphia and the availability of a free surgeon, Charlotte had been more than happy to repeatedly alter herself. It was a normal process in her home, her mother doing whatever it took to achieve perfection. She would severely restrict portions for her daughter, going so far as to take the markers in their home to draw out imperfections. Mrs. Montgomery had been a lovely debutante long before, and with the best intentions, wished for the same sort of beauty to be bestowed on her unattractive child.

The girl had had trouble maintaining friendships as she aged, always jealous of the natural beauty her peers seemed to posses. Whether someone maintained a thinner waist or carried higher cheekbones, Charlotte would find opportunities to lower the self-esteem of others. Wealthy as she was, she quickly found out that people gravitated towards her due to whatever power or wealth her status presented. Therefore, in her youth, she'd become cynical and biting, often making games off the misfortune of others. When high school ended, Charlotte had been more than ready to leave the people who she so desperately disliked.

University hadn't found a place in her heart either, and though she maintained her grades, Charlotte had spiralled into a similar pattern of anger and loneliness. She continued to modify her features in search for a sense of self. Though now outwardly beautiful, it was never enough. Attempts at relationships would dissolve as quickly as they came, the young woman constantly putting her needs before that of others. A nail appointment would replace dates easily, and hair treatments took favor over that of previously made plans. In medical school she had made attempts at preserving her youth a priority, looking towards any means at keeping her appearance. Searching for a cure to aging altogether, it wasn't difficult to find information of mythical means. The life of the vampire had become a new dream, and Charlotte was willing to take any stride to keeping herself young.

At twenty-seven, the woman had dropped out of school due to wishing to serve her mistress fully. She was desperate to please, and had become an unofficial surgeon for other thralls or creatures injured in their nefarious careers. Now wealthy enough to disappear, she altered her surname while still hoping for immortality. Charlotte fears aging more than death itself, and has planned her suicide should she stay human at thirty.

Amongst the Lonesome- A return to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

I'd like to join too!

Soul Eater: AID in the Witch Wars

I'd be willing to be the meister/weapon to someone's meister/weapon.

If I Woke Up Beside of You ~Game~

wtf is that one of those pokemon

The Last Avatar - Inspired by the Nickelodeon Television Series

J I E
(MIDDLE RING - PARADE ROUTE)

Patterns of color formed unnaturally at every angle. They followed her line of sight, creating auras around each stranger and object. It was a beautiful spectacle, and zen would never cease to dazzle Jie when in the right mood. Though she could feel the hazy edges of reality growing sharper, the drug still held an obvious hold. It had taken increasing amounts to subdue her, and would surely damage any novice who was willing to try. Of course, as the singer continued, the world only grew more lively. Out of her errupted a crowd of strangely formed creatures, all eager to listen. A cat the size of a Satomobile had draped itself along a tree as if weighing nothing, while ghost-like lights filled the rooftops. Equally happy to entertain, she continued her performance until a large and menacing shadow approached in the distance.

Jie had always seen it very infrequently, a monster that would hide at the edges of her buzz. It was large with the body of a centipede, carrying multiple faces as if they were trophies. It would shift its appearance at every blink, and could hold the likeness of almost any animal as well. In her lucidity she could contribute it to zen, having heard stories of Koh the Face Stealer as a small child. Her sister would pass down such stories, attributing the tales from those of their parents. Too young to remember the two, they lived through lore of far-off lands and times of what the world had been like eons before the Great Panic. She could hardly believe of fabled monsters from the spirit world, though as she aged, their contents traced into Jie's view almost daily. Even small, insignificant-seeming beings such as frogs or lemurs would take impossible shapes.

The girl had tried her hardest to only take zen when unemotional, as her most murky hallucinations would become drawn to the slightest of upset. Monsters like Koh would appear, whispering about all the misdeeds that they were willing to do. Most sat at the horizon however, and always present no matter her mood. Though Jie had become used to them, it was nevertheless jarring to see stranger visions crop up.

"-off the stage," A suited man ended, pulling the girl out of her stupor. He was tall and covered the black shadow that eyed her from far away, for which she was fearful for. Even as she moved to regain her original view, the creature had vanished, as had most of her other friends. "Naughty boy," Jie said steadily. Though it was clear to anyone that she was on a heavy dosage of something, the girl still attempted to keep up her playful act. "If you wanted a signature, you could have waited...You can't get special privileges, handsome!"