Mar 21, 2019 6:35:22 GMT
Post by Charlotte Light on Mar 21, 2019 6:35:22 GMT
Charlotte
Light
LOOKS LIKE Ashley Benson
June 1st 2014,
Dear Diary,
My dad has been obsessing over the news again. It seems like everyday hes updating his information on this new "minority". Personally, it doesn't matter much to me. I was always a minority, and to be accepted as one publicly now... I guess you can say I'm not really surprised. I don't think we're ever going to be accepted.
Dear Diary,
My dad has been obsessing over the news again. It seems like everyday hes updating his information on this new "minority". Personally, it doesn't matter much to me. I was always a minority, and to be accepted as one publicly now... I guess you can say I'm not really surprised. I don't think we're ever going to be accepted.
WHO WOULD WANT TO ACCEPT YOU!?
Me and her, we're alone. A year ago is when Vanessa came into my world and she became the only solid thing in my life, because in this life; we only have each other to rely on, but even to that extent... I hate relying on her. She caused more trouble for me than its worth. What she doesn't realize, is that we share this body together. My life is just as much hers even if she doesn't participate in it physically. I hear her now and then, mocking my actions and criticizing me as I go through this life.
Its hard... Its hard to continue... No one understands how difficult it is to pass through my life acting as if she doesn't exist. Acting like those.. Humans do. Acting normally. How does one act normally when you have a parasite festering inside you to only be released when you have no control anymore!? ... I have to go, my father is calling me..
June 3rd 2014,
Dear Diary,
My life has officially taken a one way trip to hell. I've always known I'll probably end up there myself, regardless of how many purification processes I've gone through. I've prayed and prayed throughout my life for the the Lord to forgive me for my sins, but I know he won't. He never will.. Other Christians worship this man, this holy vile of a man. They pray to him, and receive answers. THEY receive the healing and the miracles. All God has given me was his back. Many people would say this is Gods challenge to you; a challenge of my faith to him, but they're not the ones walking the streets of Manchester, North West England with two strangers towards a school I've never heard of.
My dad practically gave me up as soon as he called me over. He threw me at the arms of these strangers as if I meant nothing to him. I knew I didn't.. I never meant anything to the man I called my father. I was the monster that murdered my mother after all, at least that's what he yells at me. I never knew her, but my father explains that if I was never born she would still be in his arms. Then the whip comes out... Then I don't remember...
December 10th 2014,
Dear Diary,
Everyone is going crazy.. After having to leave everything I knew behind, I was pulled into this School where people I didn't know told me how to control myself, how to control this disgrace inside me, but no one told me why I was forced to remain here. I couldn't go back to my father, I couldn't go back to my hometown, I was to remain here with all these strangers.. Now.. Now we're all doomed. All their teachings, and lessons. All their strict instructions and rules and nothing prepared us for what was going to happen. Mayhem. Its a disaster here. Everyone is looking over their shoulders waiting for something, or someone to come for them. I don't blame them, not after what happened in Washington...
No ones going to the save me. The Lord hasn't, and I've been faithful to him for years. Wishing that one day he'll see my faith and devotion as a sign that it's time.. It's time to heal me of my sins and welcome me into Heaven. The Nuns and Priests always tell me that with more prayers and my "obedience to the truth" will help me purify my soul and have entry into Heaven. That was 5 years ago.. When I was 10... My father has not forgiven me, and upon turning 14... Neither did the Churches..
After I had a mental breakdown in the Church, explaining that I was possessed or cursed. The darkness came.
Ever since then, I wasn't allowed into any other churches. They all turned their backs on me, calling me a demon or monster as I begged to have entry. One of the Priests I went to about all of my problems and had protected me against my own father, came to me when I was begging for forgiveness. He told me I was destined to go to Hell, stating it was where I belonged... My own friend... The only person I thought to trust.... He left me in the darkness... Where I was consumed.. I couldn't control myself.. The pain was nothing compared the pain in my heart.. I closed my eyes, and went to sleep..
I never saw the Priest again. I later found out that he died... Someone had smashed his head against the concrete.. They were looking for her.. Her description didn't match mine; in fact, it was the complete opposite of how I looked. They never found the killer.. They never will.
December 25th 2014,
Dear Diary,
Slowly... My world is turning to ash. I didn't resist when the government came barging through the doors of the school, taking students by the hoards and shoving them into the vehicle. Of course, some students resisted. They fought for their lives and that's exactly what they lost. I wanted to resist, in fact I was about to. Having no control over this "ability" this so called school was supposedly suppose to teach me, I could feel the shift beginning to happen. It generally starts off as a minor pain and works it way outwards. Starting at the center of my body and stretching to the furthest reaches like my toes and the tips of my fingers. The government officials must've noticed because before Vanessa fully appeared they shot at me.
When I looked over at the wound where it struck, I noticed it was a dart. I looked around at all the students who had put up a fight. Some were bleeding from various of wounds, but others.. They were like me, shot with a dart. It didn't take long until the effects started to occur and my body grew weak. I couldn't resist once the sedative put me to to sleep.
Today,
Dear Diary,
I'm just a test subject. After rounding us up and into the vehicles, they took us to these places called "Camps" where we were basically experimented on. We were tested on our powers. They colour coded us based off of the strength of our abilities. People with overly complex abilities were sent away. I never saw those people again.. I don't think anyone has, and sadly I don't think we ever will.
They coloured me yellow and off I went, to do their bidding obediently. People like me with less overly complex and powerful abilities were ranked blue, green and yellow. Here, we were given limited freedom and heavily guarded as we did their labour work. God I hate this place.. This place makes me appreciate the schools more than I had. I wish I made friends.. I guess it wouldn't matter now.. We're all going to die anyways.. My only hope is if God shows me pity and gives me entry into Heaven. I wonder when that'll be...
CHARLOTTE'S APPEARANCE:
Charlotte has short, near white blonde hair. Her body structure is fairly small with minimal physical strength. Nothing about Charlotte's body structure screams feminine. Her hips barely extend further then her rib cage and her overall physic is skinny; skinnier then the average adult female, but not enough to seem Anorexic. Although her body suggests a typical skinny white girl, her chubby cheeks and doll-like eyes counteract the suggestion. Even though Charlotte wears relatively baggy and concealing clothing, she contains many scars all along her body. There are a few along her stomach, but majority of the scars are back and outside of her thigh, way above the knee to be covered over with shorts or skirts.
Typically, Charlotte never wears any overly suggestive clothing, and prefers to wear floral dresses and skirts with a baggy sweater or t-shirt. She carries around a small pale brown purse that slings over her chest and bumps against her hips as she walks. Regardless of her clothing, there will never be a time you see Charlotte without her prayer beads that her only friend has given her. (The Priest) The prayer beads's brown protection beads wrap around her wrist 3 times before the charmed that's shaped like a cross dangles from her arm. She'll occasionally wear the prayer around her neck give that length of the string, but she prefers and will almost always wear the prayer beads on her wrist.
VANESSA'S APPEARANCE:
Vanessa is the opposite of Charlotte; not only in personality, but also in appearance. Where Charlotte's hair is short and near white, Vanessa's is long and black. In every way, their polar opposites of each other, much like yin and yang. Although, in that aspect, yin and yang cannot live without each other. Much related to Charlotte and Vanessa.
Vanessa's figure is more provocative, and she knows it. Because Vanessa's body generally fills out more; when Charlotte transforms into Vanessa, her clothing doesn't exactly fit Vanessa properly. Though everything is perfectly covered, there's just more skin shown. The scars that Charlotte has on her body does not disappear upon transforming into Vanessa. They both share the body but in different forms, thus the scars that Charlotte possess will also be passed down to Vanessa's form.
Unlike Charlotte, Vanessa's body contains a lot more strength. Upon morphing into Vanessa, not only does her body fill out suggestively, but also because of the slick muscle she contains. Her muscles aren't powerful or excessive, instead it suggests more efficient strength. Allowing her to move more quickly then Charlotte.
In terms of clothing, because they both have no control over their shared ability, Vanessa doesn't have an option of wardrobe. Whatever Charlotte is wearing upon the shift is what Vanessa will be wearing.
Me and her, we're alone. A year ago is when Vanessa came into my world and she became the only solid thing in my life, because in this life; we only have each other to rely on, but even to that extent... I hate relying on her. She caused more trouble for me than its worth. What she doesn't realize, is that we share this body together. My life is just as much hers even if she doesn't participate in it physically. I hear her now and then, mocking my actions and criticizing me as I go through this life.
WITHOUT ME! YOU'RE NOTHING!
Its hard... Its hard to continue... No one understands how difficult it is to pass through my life acting as if she doesn't exist. Acting like those.. Humans do. Acting normally. How does one act normally when you have a parasite festering inside you to only be released when you have no control anymore!? ... I have to go, my father is calling me..
June 3rd 2014,
Dear Diary,
My life has officially taken a one way trip to hell. I've always known I'll probably end up there myself, regardless of how many purification processes I've gone through. I've prayed and prayed throughout my life for the the Lord to forgive me for my sins, but I know he won't. He never will.. Other Christians worship this man, this holy vile of a man. They pray to him, and receive answers. THEY receive the healing and the miracles. All God has given me was his back. Many people would say this is Gods challenge to you; a challenge of my faith to him, but they're not the ones walking the streets of Manchester, North West England with two strangers towards a school I've never heard of.
PRISONER! YOU ARE THEIR PRISONER!
My dad practically gave me up as soon as he called me over. He threw me at the arms of these strangers as if I meant nothing to him. I knew I didn't.. I never meant anything to the man I called my father. I was the monster that murdered my mother after all, at least that's what he yells at me. I never knew her, but my father explains that if I was never born she would still be in his arms. Then the whip comes out... Then I don't remember...
THEN MY WORLD OPENS...
December 10th 2014,
Dear Diary,
Everyone is going crazy.. After having to leave everything I knew behind, I was pulled into this School where people I didn't know told me how to control myself, how to control this disgrace inside me, but no one told me why I was forced to remain here. I couldn't go back to my father, I couldn't go back to my hometown, I was to remain here with all these strangers.. Now.. Now we're all doomed. All their teachings, and lessons. All their strict instructions and rules and nothing prepared us for what was going to happen. Mayhem. Its a disaster here. Everyone is looking over their shoulders waiting for something, or someone to come for them. I don't blame them, not after what happened in Washington...
THE BURNING OF FLESH IN THE MORNING, DELIGHTFUL ISN'T IT?
No ones going to the save me. The Lord hasn't, and I've been faithful to him for years. Wishing that one day he'll see my faith and devotion as a sign that it's time.. It's time to heal me of my sins and welcome me into Heaven. The Nuns and Priests always tell me that with more prayers and my "obedience to the truth" will help me purify my soul and have entry into Heaven. That was 5 years ago.. When I was 10... My father has not forgiven me, and upon turning 14... Neither did the Churches..
After I had a mental breakdown in the Church, explaining that I was possessed or cursed. The darkness came.
AND I WAS FACED WITH MY NEWEST TOY!
Ever since then, I wasn't allowed into any other churches. They all turned their backs on me, calling me a demon or monster as I begged to have entry. One of the Priests I went to about all of my problems and had protected me against my own father, came to me when I was begging for forgiveness. He told me I was destined to go to Hell, stating it was where I belonged... My own friend... The only person I thought to trust.... He left me in the darkness... Where I was consumed.. I couldn't control myself.. The pain was nothing compared the pain in my heart.. I closed my eyes, and went to sleep..
DELICIOUS...
I never saw the Priest again. I later found out that he died... Someone had smashed his head against the concrete.. They were looking for her.. Her description didn't match mine; in fact, it was the complete opposite of how I looked. They never found the killer.. They never will.
December 25th 2014,
Dear Diary,
Slowly... My world is turning to ash. I didn't resist when the government came barging through the doors of the school, taking students by the hoards and shoving them into the vehicle. Of course, some students resisted. They fought for their lives and that's exactly what they lost. I wanted to resist, in fact I was about to. Having no control over this "ability" this so called school was supposedly suppose to teach me, I could feel the shift beginning to happen. It generally starts off as a minor pain and works it way outwards. Starting at the center of my body and stretching to the furthest reaches like my toes and the tips of my fingers. The government officials must've noticed because before Vanessa fully appeared they shot at me.
When I looked over at the wound where it struck, I noticed it was a dart. I looked around at all the students who had put up a fight. Some were bleeding from various of wounds, but others.. They were like me, shot with a dart. It didn't take long until the effects started to occur and my body grew weak. I couldn't resist once the sedative put me to to sleep.
YOU'RE A PATHETIC!
Dear Diary,
I'm just a test subject. After rounding us up and into the vehicles, they took us to these places called "Camps" where we were basically experimented on. We were tested on our powers. They colour coded us based off of the strength of our abilities. People with overly complex abilities were sent away. I never saw those people again.. I don't think anyone has, and sadly I don't think we ever will.
ONLY MORE REASONS TO SHOW THEM WHAT IT REALLY MEANS TO BE AFRAID!
They coloured me yellow and off I went, to do their bidding obediently. People like me with less overly complex and powerful abilities were ranked blue, green and yellow. Here, we were given limited freedom and heavily guarded as we did their labour work. God I hate this place.. This place makes me appreciate the schools more than I had. I wish I made friends.. I guess it wouldn't matter now.. We're all going to die anyways.. My only hope is if God shows me pity and gives me entry into Heaven. I wonder when that'll be...
PERSONAL TRAITS
Charlotte:
- Innocent
- Shy
- Empathetic
- Skittish
Vanessa:
- Devious
- Seductive
- Hot-headed
- Selfish
CHARLOTTE'S APPEARANCE:
Charlotte has short, near white blonde hair. Her body structure is fairly small with minimal physical strength. Nothing about Charlotte's body structure screams feminine. Her hips barely extend further then her rib cage and her overall physic is skinny; skinnier then the average adult female, but not enough to seem Anorexic. Although her body suggests a typical skinny white girl, her chubby cheeks and doll-like eyes counteract the suggestion. Even though Charlotte wears relatively baggy and concealing clothing, she contains many scars all along her body. There are a few along her stomach, but majority of the scars are back and outside of her thigh, way above the knee to be covered over with shorts or skirts.
Typically, Charlotte never wears any overly suggestive clothing, and prefers to wear floral dresses and skirts with a baggy sweater or t-shirt. She carries around a small pale brown purse that slings over her chest and bumps against her hips as she walks. Regardless of her clothing, there will never be a time you see Charlotte without her prayer beads that her only friend has given her. (The Priest) The prayer beads's brown protection beads wrap around her wrist 3 times before the charmed that's shaped like a cross dangles from her arm. She'll occasionally wear the prayer around her neck give that length of the string, but she prefers and will almost always wear the prayer beads on her wrist.
VANESSA'S APPEARANCE:
Vanessa is the opposite of Charlotte; not only in personality, but also in appearance. Where Charlotte's hair is short and near white, Vanessa's is long and black. In every way, their polar opposites of each other, much like yin and yang. Although, in that aspect, yin and yang cannot live without each other. Much related to Charlotte and Vanessa.
Vanessa's figure is more provocative, and she knows it. Because Vanessa's body generally fills out more; when Charlotte transforms into Vanessa, her clothing doesn't exactly fit Vanessa properly. Though everything is perfectly covered, there's just more skin shown. The scars that Charlotte has on her body does not disappear upon transforming into Vanessa. They both share the body but in different forms, thus the scars that Charlotte possess will also be passed down to Vanessa's form.
Unlike Charlotte, Vanessa's body contains a lot more strength. Upon morphing into Vanessa, not only does her body fill out suggestively, but also because of the slick muscle she contains. Her muscles aren't powerful or excessive, instead it suggests more efficient strength. Allowing her to move more quickly then Charlotte.
In terms of clothing, because they both have no control over their shared ability, Vanessa doesn't have an option of wardrobe. Whatever Charlotte is wearing upon the shift is what Vanessa will be wearing.
🎂 twenty
🧠Female
💕 Heterosexual
💼 Waiter
🧬 Transmute
📒Yellow
TRANSMUTE
Transmute is an ability where the user can change or alter in form, appearance, and nature, especially in a higher form.
In terms of Charlotte and Vanessa, Vanessa is the higher form. Charlotte will alter her form, change her appearance and nature to then be transformed into her alternative personality; Vanessa. This means that whenever Charlotte morphing into Vanessa, she will not look like herself, speak like herself, or ever act like herself. She will completely seem like a totally different person entirely. Although, regardless of whatever form Charlotte is in; if any physical wounds are inflicted, both forms are effected. This means that if Charlotte slices her hand open by accident, Vanessa will have the same wound and scar when in her form.
LIMITATIONS
SIDE-EFFECTS
Transmute is an ability where the user can change or alter in form, appearance, and nature, especially in a higher form.
In terms of Charlotte and Vanessa, Vanessa is the higher form. Charlotte will alter her form, change her appearance and nature to then be transformed into her alternative personality; Vanessa. This means that whenever Charlotte morphing into Vanessa, she will not look like herself, speak like herself, or ever act like herself. She will completely seem like a totally different person entirely. Although, regardless of whatever form Charlotte is in; if any physical wounds are inflicted, both forms are effected. This means that if Charlotte slices her hand open by accident, Vanessa will have the same wound and scar when in her form.
LIMITATIONS
- Both Charlotte and Vanessa cannot call upon the ability willing.
- Any and all heavily negative expressed emotion can and will cause the ability to activate, and Charlotte will then begin the morphing processes between her form and Vanessa's. This can be fought against, but given Charlotte's mental state the success rate of being able to prevent the shift is very slim.
- Vanessa has a limited amount of time to be present; the time will vary depending on what situation that caused Charlotte to feel a heavily emotional.
- When Vanessa is present Charlotte goes into a mental unconsciousness, preventing her from interfering with any of Vanessa's actions.
- Charlotte's body can only handle morphing into Vanessa's form before requiring a rest; the duration of how long the rest must be will depend on how long Vanessa was present for.
SIDE-EFFECTS
- Charlotte will lose consciousness when in her alternative form.
- Experiencing intense pain when morphing into Vanessa's structure. If fought against, the pain will increase tremendously over time. The longer she fights against the transformation, the greater the pain becomes.
- The longer the Vanessa is conscious the weaker Charlotte will be upon being awoken from her slumber. Her body will be physically exhausted and her brain will be mentally exhausted.
- The effects of this exhaustion will cause nausea, disorientation, drowsiness, headaches, and double vision as well as weakness in all muscles and joints. Depending on the duration that Vanessa was present for will depend on the greatness of each effect.
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