BECKETT, charlie sophia

[monotony]

charlie sophia beckett.

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/ i want to voice this out loud

full name. charlie sophia beckett
stage name. charlie beckett
nicknames. just charlie
age & dob. thirty-six & july seventh
gender. female
sexual orientation. heterosexual
career. crew member: director
hometown. london, england


/ it's therapeutic somehow

height. five feet and six inches
eyes. brown
hair. dirty blond
build. athletic and fit
distinguishing features. tattoo of a sparrow on her back
play-by. claire danes


/ so i'm moving to new york

loves. cappuccino, jogging, directing, dogs, shopping, the color yellow, gourmet cusine, haute couture, playing the piano, the gap, going to awards shows and ceremonies, gardening, reading the classics, arguing (although she’d never admit it), pleasing others, watching the final movie, traveling, America, history, learning new things
hates. drab days, dull people, traffic, being late, thunder storms, soda, salty foods, department stores, alcohol, cigarettes, assholes, snobby actresses, models, elevators, crowds, London, being wrong
quirks. she has a dry sense of humor, is temperamental, and holds grudges
aspirations. become a well-known director, raise her son so that he grows up successfully, get married
secrets. she can’t hold her liqueur, her parents regard her as a failure, she was once held overnight in a jail in England for public intoxication
personality evaluated.

PERSEVERANCE. Despite all of the emotional stresses that Charlie has gone through, she still manages to get right back up on her high horse. She tries to make every day count for something, even if it might seem droll to some. She continues to strive for excellence and desires the ability to give her son every opportunity she can give.

IMPRUDENT. In her past, Charlie has done some pretty unwise, thoughtless, and irrational things. Even though she may have good intentions behind the said unthoughtfulness (such as providing a good time to her guests), it usually turns around and bites her in the butt. With that being said, some good things have come from the said imprudence - such as her son.

IMPISH. So the girl likes a good joke now and again. What’s wrong with that? Actually, Charlie prefers to joke with her colleagues in order to lighten the atmosphere of the set. Every so often she’ll get the other various crew members to join in on a prank. Charlie often lives by the maxim that goes something like, “Have fun with you still have a chance.”

DRIVEN. Even through all the moving that she’s done in the past, Charlie always tries to keep her son’s best interests at hand. Yeah, so by reading all of this you probably get the idea that she cares a lot about her son. You’re absolutely right. Charlie would do anything for Sebastian - even travel to the ends of the earth and back. With that being said, she hopes that maybe someday she can offer him more than just herself. She would like to find the right person and settle down, all in her kid’s best interest.


/ i've got issues with my sleep

father. alan michael beckett, fifty-six, history professor at queen mary university of london
mother. sarah elisabeth monroe-beckett, fifty-four, florist
siblings. henry jacob beckett, thirty-four, wall street broker
pets. n/a
other family. jennifer maire beckett (sister-in-law), thirty-two, dietician
grant alan beckett (nephew), two
sebastian james beckett (son), sixteen months
history evaluated.

CHARLIE WAS BORN to middle class, but successful parents in London, where she would later spend most of her childhood and teen years. Her father, with whom she was extremely close to, was a history professor. As a result, Charlie became engrossed with literature and learning at a young age. She would spend many hours in the family library, reading classics such as Moby Dick or a Shakespeare play. In fact, the reason she decided to become a director was because she enjoyed taking a play and putting her own spin on it.

HIGH SCHOOL WAS A BLUR. She spent most of the time helping out with musicals put on by her high school’s drama club. Needless to say, she gained an affinity for this talent and eventually turned her hobby into a goal.

AFTER SHE GRADUATED HIGH SCHOOL, Charlie decided to go to college in France. There she attended Baxton Academy of the Arts with a major in directing and a minor in film production. She also met Pierre, the man that she would consider her first love.

RIGHT BEFORE LEAVING FOR COLLEGE, and after an intense night of drinking and partying, Charlie and a few of her friends were arrested for public intoxication, although she would never admit this to anyone. Her parents were called in the morning to come get her and, needless to say, they were very disappointed.

DURING COLLLEGE, Pierre and her become very close. One night, after a long night of partying, she found she was invited back to his place. Rather than spend the night in her drab dorm room, she went home with him. About two weeks later, she took a pregnancy test and found out that sometimes pink pluses aren’t always the best news. However, the two vowed they would try and make it work.

A YEAR AFTER COLLEGE, and after Sebastian had been born, Pierre and Charlie mutually agreed to go their separate ways. She wanted to move to the United States to pursue her new career, and Pierre wanted nothing like that. After they split, it was only a matter of time before the big move across the pond.

ONCE IN AMERICA, Charlie and Sebastian moved to Manhattan in New York. She rented an apartment with the income from directing a few plays at the local theater. She tried desperately to make it as much of a home for her son as she could.

AROUND THIS TIME her father had a bad heart attack. She wasn’t able to fly back home, and in order to quell her sadness Charlie decided to get a tattoo to commemorate her father. She decided on a sparrow, and it was etched on her shoulder blade. Although she didn’t really believe in people inking themselves, she made this exception and excused it because she felt it was a good reason.

CHARLIE WAS OFFERED a position as director for a movie, but the catch was that she had to uproot her tiny family once again - this time to Los Angeles. She considered it, and eventually they packed their possessions and moved. Sebastian was closing in on his one year birthday at the time of this.

FINALLY, CHARLIE WAS BEGINNING to make something of herself. She directed a few short films for a bit, but took a leave of absence for a months to spend time some quality time establishing a relationship with her son. Now, she is out looking for the next film to work on.


/ christmas came early for me

alias. monotony, or, if you prefer, rachel
years of rp experience. around four
other characters. n/a
how did you find us. from rpgc
roleplay sample.
*This is from an old site, under an old alias. =)

The soft, comfortable bed squished itself as the human laying on it turned onto her side. Her blue eyes glanced to the white oak nightstand that held up a lamp, a clock, and a picture frame of the subject and a few of her friends against a beach backdrop. The clock read 2: 47, a horrible time for anyone to be up at night with a long waitress shift at eight in the morning. The human, a girl around seventeen years old, flicked her hand toward the lamp switch and immediately a subtle, muted light stream was emitted which glowed on the baby blue walls. She let out a soft sigh, and tossed the covers aside onto the floor. Slowly her tiny feet found the way to the floor, but Allyson soon pulled them up back to the bed-the floor was absolutely bone chilling in January, at night. She fumbled around for the pair of socks she had worn to bed the night before. What was it with her and losing her socks at night? Ever since she was three feet tall, Allyson would go to bed and then, in the morning, she would wake up barefooted. It was a great mystery to her, and to the other countless children on the playground she would tell the tale to. Finally, her pale, freckled fingers found the green and pink swirled socks. Allyson swiftly moved herself across the wood floor to her dresser. Something about going out at night, well early morning to be technical, on a short run around Camden was absolutely exhilarating in her book. Her fingers found the doorknobs to her closet in the dimly lit room, and soon all of her closet was exposed to anyone who was in the room. Careful to pick out something that would keep her warm during the cold, January night, Allyson took out a pair of jogger’s pants, a very baggy sweatshirt, and her white under armor. She quickly changed into the outfit and then went to the nightstand-the lamp was still on.

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The Camella Grove home’s door was shut gingerly behind Allyson, as to not make a peep that would wake her sleeping parents up. If her mother, or even her father who was somewhat lenient on her schemes, found out she had been going on runs during mid-night for the past few weeks, she could kiss that graduation party good-bye. Now free to seize the night, Allyson let the frost night air enter her nostrils. It was an intoxicant, like crystal meth was to an addict. She sighed and started down the sidewalk towards the location of Abshire Park. The full moon was high in the sky as she jogged gracefully across the streets of Camden. It was like Allyson was rehearsing her ballet routine to Pachabel’s Canon in D Major. Every step was cunning, but ladylike, something her mother would be proud she’d picked up. She closed her eyes for a moment and allowed the frigid cold to stimulate her muscles. Something about running at night was better than in the morning, afternoon, or evening-combined.

Allyson was just about to turn into the park when something caught her eye- a car was parked along the side and the driver looked insanely irritated at something. She approached with caution, because you never know what sort of people were out lurking at night. “Hello?” Her muted tone pierced the silence like a pin. ”Do you want me to call triple A or something?” Instinctively, her hand reached for the cell phone that was tucked away neatly in her pocket.

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