SINCLEAR, charlotte elaenor

[azomei]

charlotte elaenor sinclear.
twenty ,, austin texas ,, hair & makeup stylist ,, pansexual ,, bitch
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"Waddup. My name is Charlotte, from Austin, Texas. You will address me as Charlotte. No nicknames, they sound so trashy, and I'm the farthest thing from trash, obviously. I'm twenty years old, and my birthday is August third. So make sure you buy me something for my special day. I'm the hair and make up stylist for Viola Lion, I make them look hot everyday.

You can already tell I'm different than most ladies out there. I mean, have you seen my hair? Every strand is perfectly cut and colored and styled better than any other girl on this tour. I'm above average compared to them, although I'm not too tall. Which is unfortunate, I'm only five foot four. But I usually cheat my way out of my height, and I wear a lot of stillettos. The works, you know? And I've got a kickass body to go with my high heels. I was raised to eat healthy, and get plenty of exercise, and I don't drink or do drugs. Again, I cheat. As in, in order to keep my body looking as fabulous as it is, I don't eat sometimes. It pays to be model pretty. Especially when it comes to my face. I've got these pretty eyes, I love them. They look good with or without make up. I've got two beauty marks on my cheek. I was thinking about getting them removed but I've lived with them for so long I've learned to love them. I also have my septum pierced. Its an old piercing, and its easy to hide to I've always just kind of kept it. Call me beautiful, but you don't have to repeat it. I already know.

Although my personality isn't quite that pretty. I'm a mother fucking bitch. And damn it, I'm not afraid to admitt it. I have more money than any other bitch on this tour, so why should I care? I'm conceited too. I know I look beautiful everyday, even when I don't try. You never find naturally pretty people like me. I'm not afraid to tell it like it is to people that don't mind their own buiness or don't shut their mouths. I would say I'm a pretty independant person. I can rely on myself if I'm on my own and I for sure don't need to be hanging on a man to keep me safe. It makes me look like I'm a loner, because I'm always by myself a lot. No, I just hate most people. And I think a lot too. I get lost in thought about the world periodically. But I honestly don't think people realize how smart I really am. It doesn't bother me or anything, because no one really tries to get to know who I really am, despite this hard shell. I've learned that you can only get to the top by staying tough, and looks are everything and no one really cares about what you're like on the inside. If you actually get to know me and are on my good side, I can be nice I guess. I'm more chill than anything. I'm a good listener and junk, if you looked passed how unbelievably spoiled I am.

I guess it's my familys fault i've turned into such a rotten egg. I've grown up on riches and money and fancy things. I'm kind of a less skanky version of Paris Hilton. Even when I was a baby my mother would dress me up in designer clothes and flaunt me to her friends. Although, she never really did take care of me. My mother was a trophy wife, you see, so she would treat herself to the spa once a week and go shopping frequently. She hired multiply nannys to take care of me throughout my childhood. It never really bothered me I guess until I got older and wiser. I never said anything to my mom because she would buy me nice things. My father did too. I never saw him much either, but boy he spoiled me too much. When I turned 16 he bought me a a convertable, a custom made gucci bag, and a kickass party that costed about forty grand I think? Although my dad didnt bother to spend time with me either. See, he always worked and traveled on his private jet, but the places he vistited he brought me back presents. I think he loves me more than my mother, even though I never see him.

Except my parents did give me a good education. They sent me to the best private schools. From pre-school to middle school they sent me to schools they were taught in french and only french. So, I know french fluently. And my parents would always hire the best tutors for their little girl. I'm pretty smart, I just don't flaunt it. I guess that was one way of showing their love to me, providing good schooling and junk. When I hit highschool I started getting more into cosmotology and my mother sent me to college classes for a side job, even though she thought it was a low class study. Thats why I do hair and make up better than any other bitch on this tour. I have to say, my mother was pretty pissed when I told her that I was going on tour with a band rather than going to college. But she quickly blew it off and gave me money for the tour. So I always have cash and everywhere we go I buy new stuff. Touring is like my own little adventure. I like seeing new places, and the music, and sometimes the people. But I'm obviously the most fabulous one here. "



^{hey, so i'm zid. i've been roleplaying for longg time now. as well as this character, i also play no other characters at the moment. you can reach me by pm if you need me for anything. i found made up stories by at the site i forgot I found and i'm pretty glad i did. here's an example of mah skillz. (:}

The sun seemed to be high up in the sky, burning brightly down. The gentle breeze of the wind brought down the heat of the scorching sun. Just the sounds of nature around was relaxing. But Cain wasn't listening to silly nature. Tap tap tap went the boy's fingers, steady little melodies and suggested song lyrics were buzzing in his overly active imagination of music. Yeah, it always seemed that music was everywhere to this boy. Of course, Cain didn't realize the tapping of his fingers and the movement of his lip syncing. Hey, he couldn't help it. Music was in his blood, considering almost every time you see this boy his iPod was blaring on full blast, and he was tapping his fingers or bobbing his head to the beat. It was his thing. Cain brought a lit cigarette in his hand to his mouth and took a large inhale. That was relaxing. Cigarettes and music. The nicotine filled smoke filled up his lungs quickly, and he exhaled, a cloud slowly escaping through his lips. He was tired of hearing people nag about how smoking was so bad for your body. Cain wanted to shove it up there nagging asses that's for sure. Sure, it was bad, but extremely relaxing. One cigarette can go a long way for Cain. Like if he's angry, he picks up his pack and goes and takes a smoke break. If he needs to find money to send to his sister, Cain will still down and think, while smoking.

Cain suddenly felt a little lost at that moment from the thought of his sister. How was he going to find money this month? Ever since he started the tour, he has barely been earning money for his baby sister back home. Cain has even stooped so low to stealing money for her. But as mean and stubborn as Cain was, he didn't want to steal money again. There was just a large, evil knot in his stomach ever time he did. It sucked, a lot. Somehow, some way, he'll get that money. Sighing heavily, he slumped his shoulders, arching his long back on the bench he was sitting on, slouching. He scratched his crotch through his jeans and yawned. Right now, Cain's emotion was out of the building. He felt numb, cold, nothing. Probably only because he was homesick and frustrated because of financial issues at home, but whatever. What goes around comes around. Another heavy, long drag of his cigarette, and another heavy sigh. There was nothing special to do nor was there anything important around the tour. Psh, like Cain gave a damn about the people there anyway. He was pretty much a loner, it seemed like.

Grabbing his phone out of his tight jean pocket, Cain checked the time. It was around noon or so. Cain had been sitting in that same bench for over two hours then, just sitting and thinking to himself. That shows he had no life besides sex. He started to pout. Cain's lips twisted at the thought of sex. God, he was so disgusting. How many girls has he fucked for nothing, twenty, twenty one? He wouldn't be surprised if he had an STD at such an early age. Every time Cain thought about it, he was appalled by himself, but it was so good. Cain brought his arched back into a regular position, not slouching nor was he sitting up straight. He put his elbows on his knees with his head in his hands. The gentle wind blew a breeze, and he took a deep breath of fresh air. Whatever, nothing really mattered to Cain anyways besides money and music. Jesus christ, this boy must be the most shallow of them all. Not caring about anything or anyone. It's a bit sad actually. But Cain was still confident and dominate in every situation. But looking back at everything he's done and what he's currently doing now, Cain is a horribly bad person, most likely going to hell. Hell sounded pretty cool to Cain though, ha.

By now, his cigarette was gone. Cain flicked the the cigarette butt onto the grass next to him, and sighed, reaching into his tight back jean pockets again to get another stick. He opened up his pack and, surprise surprise. He only had one left. Posh, that means he'll have to find some more money to get a new pack or just jack it from someone else. Pouting to himself, he reached for his lighter, sucked in, and felt to rush of foggy smoking fill his anxious lungs. He breathed out, and again the fog of smoke escaped his parted lips. Boredom soon struck him like a baseball bat to his head, and he got a quick head ache. That happens to poor Cain a lot, when he has nothing to do or he's just bored, a random headache comes along. Just like boring sex, he will get a headache.Just as he was rubbing his temples, the music in his ears all of the sudden stopped. In a way of shock, Cain pulled out his iPod, and with the bright screen there was a batter and a 'low power'. Twisting his lips in annoyance, he set his iPod down and sat. Might as well finish this last cigarette and leave.

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