Name: Charlie Scene
Nickname: Chaz, Chazzer, Scene
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Charlie Scene has a slender, quite feminine body. Dainty and delicate, but wiry and solid. He has dark brown, almost hazel, eyes with a few flecks of blue and silver, an elegant nose and pouty lips. He has snake bites (two piercings on his lower lip) and a piercing that goes through the middle cartilage in his nose (see picture) He also has three piercings in his left ear, and 5 in his right. His hair is a dark sandy colour, short and spiky, naturally straight. He sometimes wears makeup, a bit of eyeliner and dark eye shadow to hint at mysterious eyes. He often wears a dark tank top with a light coloured shirt, unbuttoned, over the top, usually in a light colour, often different shades of blue. Jeans are his preferred trouser’s, often old, faded and ripped. Combat boots or converse hides his feet, though he will go barefoot in any house. He also can be found wearing sunglasses, though only when sunny (durr) and always has a dark silver chain and another dainty necklace supporting a ring with the initials “CS” engraved in. Often he can also be found wearing a variety of bracelets, necklaces and rings.
Defects: N/A
Personality: Chazzer’s personality and mood’s are complicated. Though a human representation of Sloth, Chaz can be quite energetic. Though not often, he’ll be happy to run around and play a game, though he may often cheat to make things easier. When these hyperactive moments come along because of provocation or anger, be warned. His friends have called them his Moment’s, and have learnt that when he takes on the Command voice, to stop whatever’s annoying him. Unless, of course, you take obscene joy from being pelted from all sides by anything and everything that isn’t nailed, bolted or attached to the walls and floors. He’s quite melancholy, taking a laid back and cool approach to life. He isn’t provoked easily, finding it much easier to just agree with someone. He does, however, enjoy provoking others. This is often done by the fact his opinion is “yeah, whatever” to most things. He’s good at keeping a straight face, and will always try to find the easiest way to do something. This doesn’t however, mean that he isn’t efficient. Scene would prefer to do something once, and do it right. Though usually quite lazy and laid back, he will follow orders to the letter, and enjoys doing some physical work. He’s a follower, but won’t let anyone walk all over him.
History: shhhhh, it’s a secret.
Sin: Sloth
Power: To see other Sloth-ish sins, along with the telekinesis. Why stand up and walk over to pick something up when you can levitate it to you right?
Weakness: -does not compute-
Anything else: the Sloth of the seven deadly sins
Player name: DEMON PICTCE (and I’d better see it in caps biatches!!! :P)
Sample Post:
With a sigh, Charlie Scene opened his eyes. It was too much of a freaking effort. Today was going to be one of those days ya’know? He grumbled, rolling over and trying to fall back into the sweet abyss of sleep. But, alas that wouldn’t happen. Especially when the sound of running feet reaches his ears. He groans loudly, before pulling the covers over his head. The door bangs open, and the intruder hasn’t even got a step inside of his sanctuary before the door slams closed, smacking the person in their face. He didn’t know who they were, but Telekinesis was a hell of a gift when it comes to shear laziness. Why on earth would Chazzer walk all the way over to his wardrobe, grab his clothes, out them on, and then have to walk back to his bed to make it, when he could easily levitate the clothes to him, put them on, and Telekinesify the sheets into place. He could get everything he needed and stay in bed. But, like I said earlier, that’s just not gonna happen. The door bangs open more decisively, and Charlie can just imagine the opener holding their hands up, ready to ward of the randomly closing door again. They don’t have to worry, he won’t slam it in their face again. He’ll do something else, like pull the carpet out form under their feet, or-
Charlie Scene yelps in surprise, pulling the covers off and checking his backside. A large, red, pulsing handprint sits merrily on his butt, looking up at him as if to say “damn straight, you ain’t gonna be able to lie on me now!” He turns blue-grey-hazel eyes on the intruder and ass-smacker and glares. Proper full on glare. His eyes meet laughing green eyes, a red-raw hand waving at him. “I forgot you sleep naked!” The older boy laughed, and Charlie rolls over, ignoring him. “Come on sleepy! I know you’re always tired but get off you lazy BUTT and play a game.” Charlie was going to have one of his Moments, which he HATES, if Samuel wouldn’t go away. Sam must have seen this, because he grabs a mop and Charlie’s favourite hat, a Fez, puts it on his fat head, and begins to poke Charlie with the mop. “Charlie Scene, why do you have a mop and a freaky hat?” Charlie glowers at him, before growling out:
Don’t diss the hat. It’s a Fez. I wear a Fez now. Fezzes are cool.
Sam rolls his eyes, not noticing Charlie slowly closing the door with his mind. Yeah, you’re gonna get an owning now Sammy. A pair of boxers float over to Charlie, who grabs them and shoves them on, under the covers mind, before Samuel can take them off him. And now, ladies and gentlemen, Charlie is going to have one of his Moments.
Now, what does one of these moment’s entail? Really, it’s just Charlie Scene having a massive hyperactive moment. But, these hyperactive moments, moments of vast amount of energy that, one assumes, can only happen to someone who spends most of their day asleep or doing very little. Excess energy builds up, and pours out, causing most of the things that are bolted and nailed down to begin to float.
Put my Fez down, and quit poking me.
Chazzer’s voice takes on a dangerous tone, multi-coloured eyes narrowing in a dangerous glare. Sammy pokes the mop once more, the wet end connecting to Chaz’s stomach. Chaz grabs it, shoving him back hard and sending the levitating objects flying in Samuel’s direction. The kid blinks widely, his mouth forming a perfect “O” before he turns and flees towards the door. Chaz opens it, with Telekinesis of course, and lets Sammy flee.
Once the annoying brat has gone, Charlie sits himself down on the bed, wincing as the handprint reminds him how much he loathes the older boy. But that doesn’t matter, because now, like usual, Charlie Scene is supremely tired. It always happens after one of his Moment’s, and he hates it. Yet another reason why the boy prefers to sit quietly and watch the world unfold. Not one for interfering, with a “what happens, happens.” attitude. Flopping down on his bed, he curls up and goes back to sleep. That’s enough Telekinesis for one year.
The boy stirs as sunlight dapples across his face, and, thinking that Sammy and Tommy have carried him outside for all the girls to ogle at, he wakes angrily, a shout forming on his full lips. But, the boy notices that this place isn’t the courtyard, and is in fact, somewhere he doesn’t know. So…where the hell is this?
I should really go and check this out…
Charlie Scene yawns, then smiles to himself.
Maybe after a little nap. Maybe my location will fall out of the sky, or wander over and inform me, and let me go home. That’d be good.
And with that same foxy smile on his lips, Charlie Scene curls back up and falls asleep, not even bothering to see what clothes he has on.