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Charlotte Ambrose

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a character in “Confused, Addicted, Hurt”, as played by bandgeek

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CHARLOTTE AMBROSE

"Sex bruises are good bruises."




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Nickname
Charlie stuck with her since she was little, there was another girl in her class named Charlotte and she didn't want to be a double. An added benefit is that she thought it made her sound more like a boy, and she definitely liked being one of the boys.

Gender
Female.

Age
Sixteen.

Role
Girl One.



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Appearance
Hair
Her hair is the color brown, though many like to describe it as chocolate-y or even black because it's deep brown color almost can appear to be black. It falls in gentle waves, resting just a bit below her shoulders. Though sometimes she will choose to straighten it, it takes quite a while though due to it's thickness, and she really is not all that patient.

Eyes
Charlie's eyes are somewhat of a murky brown that she can't stand. The only thing she likes about them is the specks of gold that seem to float within them.

Body
She fits almost perfectly into the "petite" category, being just above five foot[ five foot one inch to be exact, though the world naturally rounds down ] and only a hundred and two pounds. Though, sometimes a turn off to others, she is rather pale. People used to tease her for being "white as a ghost", though she never minded it. The reason she has always been so pale is because she doesn't really like to go out in the sun, she much more prefers the night. As you can see from the picture on the right, she isn't necessarily "strong". You can even see her ribs somewhat.

Style
Most girls go out of their way to look "pretty" for guys, right? This girl is probably the complete opposite, she chooses to be comfy rather than be whore-y. You'll rarely catch her in a skirt, actually she doesn't even own one. Though you'll aslo rarely catch her with pants on, unless in public. She prefers to wear longer shirts[ longer, heh, just long enough to cover everything ], often old band tee shirts or even some of her brothers button down shirts. When she does have to wear pants though, you can usually find her wearing skinny jeans of any color or sometimes even shorts, though she doesn't really like wearing shorts either. Shoes are usually combat boots or skate shoes[ DC's, Van's, TH ]. Also she tends to wear a lot of hoodies in public. Though most of this changes when she is with Monty, other than the wearing little clothing around his house. That definitely doesn't change.

General
Charlie probably comes off as somewhat of a tomboy. She sits with her legs spread wide, or sometimes she'll lay in a seat and put her feet over the back of it. This girl can curse like a sailor, yet at the same time sound utterly intelligent. Most of the time though, you'll find her in her room, curled up on the window seat with a book and her iPad, listening to whatever screamo or indie music she pleases without earphones so the rest of the house can hear. Mainly she looks innocent though. Like a little kid almost, definitely not like she should be involved in all the current happenings. Well, until she gets involved with Monty. She didn't use to be the one to purposefully cause trouble or go looking for a fight.




Personality
Charlie's primary mode of living is focused internally, where she deals with things rationally and logically. Her secondary mode is external, where she take things in via her five senses in a literal, concrete fashion. Charlie has a compelling drive to understand the way things work. She's good at logical analysis, and like to use it on practical concerns. Typically having strong powers of reasoning, although she's not interested in theories or concepts unless she can see a practical application. She likes to take things apart and see the way they work.

Charlie has an adventuresome spirit. She is attracted to motorcycles, airplanes, sky diving, surfing, etc. She thrives on action, and is usually fearless. Charlie is fiercely independent, needing to have the space to make her own decisions about their next step. She does not believe in or follow rules and regulations, as this would prohibit her ability to "do her own thing". Her sense of adventure and desire for constant action makes her prone to becoming bored rather quickly. Although she does not respect the rules of the "System", she follows her own rules and guidelines for behavior faithfully. She will not take part in something which violates her personal laws.

Charlie likes and needs to spend time alone, because this is when she can sort things out in their minds most clearly. She absorbs large quantities of impersonal facts from the external world, and sort through those facts, making judgments, when she is alone. Charlie is an action-oriented person. She likes to be up and about, doing things/ She won't sit behind a desk all day and do long-range planning. Adaptable and spontaneous, she responds to what is immediately before her. She usually has strong technical skills, and can be as effective technical leaders.

She does not pay attention to her own feelings, and even distrust them and try to ignore them, because she has difficulty distinguishing between emotional reactions and value judgments. This may be a problem area for her.

When she is over-stressed, she may exhibit rash emotional outbursts of anger, or on the other extreme may be overwhelmed by emotions and feelings which she feels compelled to share with people (often inappropriately). When down on herself she will foray into the world of value judgments - a place which is not natural for the her - and judge herself by the inability to perform some task. Charlie will then approach the task in a grim emotional state, expecting the worst.

But Charlie is excellent in a crisis situations. She is good at following through with a project, and tying up loose ends.




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Likes
✔ Charlie likes a lot of things, well a lot of silly things. She likes to play pranks and laugh, run around the house singing and dancing until someone literally has to hold her to get her to calm down. Candy is a god, though she really shouldn't have much of it because she gets hyper way too easily. To be more serious though, she likes to read and write, if you're lucky you may catch her playing guitar or singing, though she really only does that for Boy Two and Three, when he isn't too busy or all over her. Something she would never admit is that she likes to cuddle or be held, touch is a really big thing for her, as in she'll crawl all over people or try and sit in their laps, though it's so innocent and playful that it can't be really thought of as anything other. Lastly she loves the rain, her dreams are to be kissed in the rain and dance in the refrigerator light at midnight, sounds like a Taylor Swift song, right?

Dislikes
✘ Obviously she isn't too fond of her own gender, though there is multiple reasons behind that. She doesn't like relationships, they terrify her. Being serious is boring, sitting still is impossible, and her "mother" is a bitch. Charlie can't cook for the life of her, if it can be burnt it will be. Sometimes she will be teased for being skinny or anorexic, and she really can't stand that. Crying, that's a pretty normal thing to dislike, and she hates people seeing her cry. Other things include her insomnia, PTSD, and the nightmares that haunt her when she actually can sleep. She doesn't like people who abuse animals, especially since she doesn't want to image her Husky Ace ever being hit.

Fears
♯ Rejection
♯ Boy Three
♯ Boy Two finding out about Boy Three's sudden obsession, and either of them hurting one another.


Secrets
♯ Obviously the fact that she is dating two people that are way older than her.
♯ The scars on her wrists and legs.
♯ She conceals the bruises and other, evidence, that she has been with Monty.




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Why Do You Attend The Support Group
PTSD. Her parents attempted to kill her when she was seven, her insomnia likely revolves around this.

Addictions/Problems
♯ Self-Harm
♯ Insomnia
♯ PTSD


Quirks
♯ Major fear of bathtubs.
♯ Inability to look in mirrors without freezing up.
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Distinguishing Features
Scars, tattoo's, piercings. If any.

So begins...

Charlotte Ambrose's Story

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Character Portrait: Alistair Costello Character Portrait: Charlotte Ambrose Character Portrait: Dean Mars

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Dean was attending these therapy sessions because of his mothers death. At least, this was what he kept telling himself. It was the only logical reason for him to be going, it certainly could not be because of the accident at the beach. The kiss between him and Alistair had been a big mistake, simply an accident that was never going to happen again. Especially since his girlfriend was sitting beside him in the passenger seat of his beloved Camaro. The car had recently gotten a lot of new additions. It was something he worked on when he had to think about something, or get his mind off that something. So of course he had been working a lot on it the last few weeks, and even Charlie was beginning to notice. His lovely black and white car now had new tires, had changed from green to the current colors, had a better radio system, and he was even working on putting a stereo into the back.

His girlfriend glanced over at him, looking worried. Hearing her ask if he was alright, Dean just nodded and started the car. "Just fine C." Everyone called her Charlie, so Dean called her C. It usually made her laugh, but this time she just looked even more worried about him. "Promise," he assured her, pulling out of the driveway and heading towards the therapy group. He wasn't entirely sure why Charlie was going, and she wasn't very willing to offer up such information. Just asked him if he would drive her there, and since he was already going he couldn't say no.

As they got closer to their destination, Dean began taking side streets. There was multiple reasons for this, to avoid traffic and such. But the most obvious one was that he was stalling.



Nine years ago her parents tried to kill her. Less than four hours ago she woke up screaming because these memories still haunted her. It was unfair, in her mind. That even though it happened so long ago, she could still be bothered so much by it. Most nights it kept her up until the early hours of the morning, and she barely got more than twenty minutes of sleep a night. The bags below her eyes got worse and worse, but anytime someone would ask about them she would dismiss their questions. In her mind, no one needed to know why she couldn't sleep. They didn't need to know why she could only take a shower, and only in a bathroom that didn't have an actual bathtub. Or that she was terrified to look in a mirror because she didn't want to see herself. And they didn't need to know that the reasons her arms were always so red-looking was because when she did sleep, she literally went insane trying to scratch the scars off.

Why was she going to this then? Because her older brother was pushing her into it. He was the one who had found her, nearly dead in a bath that was mostly her own blood. Since her parents went to jail, she had been living with him. They were very close, but like most siblings they still fought all the time. This had been a particularly bad fight, and he said that if she wouldn't go that he would kick her out as soon as she turned eighteen. He had never been so serious about something, and it frightened her enough to push her to go. When she found out her boyfriend was going too, it got a little better. Currently they were in his car, and she noticed he had begun to take side streets- probably trying to waste time

"Dean," she began, but her eyes caught someone familiar. "Hey, isn't that Alistair?" After convincing her boyfriend to pull the car over near him- he was rather reluctant to do so, which confused her very much -she rolled down the window and called out to him. "Alistair! Want a ride?"

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Character Portrait: Alistair Costello Character Portrait: Charlotte Ambrose Character Portrait: Dean Mars

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Alistair jumped slightly as a car pulled up, he sighed in releif to see Charlie asking him if he wanted to catch a lift to wherever he was going. He went to speak but the words left him as unreasonable amounts of unsafe thought sped into his mind about what would happen if he got into the car. Then he saw who was driving, Dean. He forced a smile and began to blink quickly as he thought of a good enough exscuse as to not get in the car. " er well...thanks but no thanks...I'd rather walk. The place I'm going to is only a few minutes up the road" he explained gesturing up the street with his hand he turned to them both and spoke again wanting to end the conversation in a somehow happy note " but Ill catch you guys later yeah?" He smiled again and waved quickly as he walked up the street.

" that was close Alistair" he mumbled to himself sticking his hands in his pocket as he walked.