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Post by CHARLIE VERNA FELTON on Feb 8, 2011 21:23:54 GMT -5
 "Your fairy godmother? Of course. Now, where is that wand? I - oh! i forgot. I put it away." - Fairy Godmother
NAME: Charlie Verna Felton
NICKNAMES: -
AGE: 25
BIRTHDAY: August 10th
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
NATIONALITY: Canadian
OCCUPATION: Event planner
PLAYED BY: Pixie Lott
DISNEY: Fairy Godmother (cinderella)
USER GROUP: Wise mentor
PERSONALITY !
HARRIED! Though she mostly has the situation under control, Charlie is almost always scrambling around. There's something calming to her about being under pressure - strange, huh? When Charlie's in her element, which for her is planning events and orchestrating together a beautiful party, she's completely committed to the cause. The only thing standing in Charlie's way is, well, Charlie herself. she forgets so often, and refuses to ask for help, that it takes her twice as long to get the job done. Though, some people who have worked closely with her to get a job done will argue that it's almost like she can get things down with the "flick of a wand."
HOPELESS ROMANTIC! Charlie is almost totally focused on anything but romance. the last time she had a real relationship was well - we don't need to get into it. She may not admit it, but charlie has an incredible soft spot for romance. She's afraid herself of getting hurt, which is why she shies away from relationships herself, and would rather plan someone else's wedding. Charlie likes to give off the appearance that she doesn't have a taste for romance, though deep down charlie wouldn't mind a boyfriend... Of course, he'd have to be willing to help her find things she loses every four seconds.
DREAMER! What most people see as impossibilities, Charlie views as boundaries just waiting to be broken. The most easily applied situation to this trait is when charlie is planning an event. When a couple or a soon-to-be-bar-mitzved-boy tell her that they want xyz with a blush, sure that it's just impossible, Charlie's already dialing someone on her blackberry and putting in an order. Charlie's imagination doesn't just stop at her party planning, but rather stretches into an over active imagination that she's proud to still have, just as vibrant from her childhood.
QUIRKS: Forgetful, speed talker, has a habit of talking to herself when she gets into "the zone."
LIKES: Magic, pumpkin pie, pastel colors, footie pajamas, kittens, dancing, watermelon, spooning, sleeping, fairy tales, ballet, fashion, trying new things, horseback riding, candy, inspirational quotes, music, the forest, faith, hope, trust, handsome, chivalrous men, puzzles, guardian angels, laughing, babies, strawberry lemonade
DISLIKES: Pessimism, deadlines, forgetting (something she does quite frequently), cranky people, tight fitting clothing, being alone, seeing the people she loves upset, feeling hopeless, depression, mean animals, seeing people upset, seeing people cry, loss of hope
HISTORY !
Charlie Verna Felton was born in windsor on august tenth to her parents, Fiona and Marcus Felton. Fiona and Marcus were both part owners of a catering business. Charlie grew up in what I'd like to call the "party scene." At the age of seven, she knew what was proper to serve at a wedding versus a bar mitzva. At the age of ten, she could name off twenty highly esteemed wedding photographers off the top of their head, many of their emails as well. And by the age of sixteen, she considered herself well versed in all of the ways of the party planner.
Although she was a content teenager, Charlie always resented the mostly lazy suburb of windsor her parents had settled in two years before Charlie was born. That seemed to be a recurring theme in Charlie's life - settling. At a young age, she vowed to herself that she would go out on the biggest adventure her life had to offer to her. As soon as she graduated, Charlie moved right out of Windsor and took a year off before going to college. much to her parents' dismay, Charlie dipped into some of her college savings to tour areas of europe. For a year she lived in London, managing to score an internship with the department of Buckingham Palace that planned the events and balls.
After about two years of working at the palace, Charlie began to feel homesick. She loved living in London, and had made great friends and a nice home for herself. But, Charlie realized that the ending of this adventure was coming to a close. She said goodbye to her group of friends and had a tearful goodbye with her co-workers. Charlie arrived back in windsor, a few suitcases, with no clue what to do. Her parents, on the brink of retirement, were not too keen on the idea of their energetic, young twenty one year old daughter moving back in.
Charlie had barely lived back at her parents' home for a few months before her god mother in Fantasia City called, hearing Charlie's predicament from her mother. Charlie's god mother, Elena, offered a partnership with Charlie with her event planning company, Fairy Tale Endings. Charlie, eager to get started working again, jumped at the offer. Now, she's been working and living here for about two years, and loves every minute of it.
SAMPLE !
"No, I don't think you understand," Nicola hissed into the phone, her thin frame leaning against the brick of the old venue, her delicate features contorted into a frown. "I'm not going to alter my entire God damn life because you're running for office again," She barked into the phone, her fingers having a complete death grip on the BlackBerry, the plastic practically denting from her tanned, thin fingers. "I'm on tour, I can't come running home every time you have a fucking banquet. No, fuck you, Dad." She hit the end button on the call so many times, the phone itself nearly busted. A surprised looking group of fans stood, eyes wide as if they had just witnessed fucking Bambi's mom getting shot and strapped to a car for some hick family's Christmas dinner. "What?"she barked. "None of you have Daddy issues?" She huffed, turning on the heels of her sandals and shuffling through the Access Only backstage door, a look of anger playing up her features.
The backstage area of a show was no mystical, fantastical place as some fans depicted it to be. These insane girls pictures the back stage as some coveted location, they practically pressed their noses against the doors, panting with pitiful anticipation to meet their band members of choice. If it could be avoided, Nicola didn't make any contact whatsoever with them. As long as they had fan brown-nosers like Zephyr and Kelsey, they didn't seem to put up too much fight about it, except for the time that Nicola had carried on an entire conversation just out of reach from the barricade at Warped Tour, completely ignoring every call of her name by strangers. Backstage, at a Rewind and Repeat show, you could usually find Melody and Emily tucked away in their make shift offices; Tucker wooing some slutty looking fan girls; Reese arguing with Gracie and other boring, pointless shit. Nicola yawned out of pure boredom, having already played her set and not willing to raise the white flag by retreating back to the bus. She had showered already and changed into a fresh dress, one not so constricting and glittery; the typical uniform of a Cash Queen, as the standards set by Molly Valentine herself.
She needed booze, and she needed it badly. For a thin bitch like her, it was enough of a reason to hate Nicola for her fame and fortune and lack of real accomplishments on her own, minus a supporting role in her glitter-tastic band. Now, the fact that she could drink whatever she wanted and consume as much chocolate as she wanted without gaining an ounce of fat? Now, now, that was simply a just cause to be burned at the stake by the rest of the female population. The last she had heard, this venue was rather compliant with everyone's riders, and it was a constant on the Cash Queen's rider to have three simple things: assorted booze (fruity drinks for Molly, straight up vodka for Nicola, and various wine for the rest of the gals), spearmint gum and a plethora of dry shampoo bottles (you'd be amazed at how fast they went through those God damn things on tour.) She was looking forward to a quiet drink, maybe catch some late night Nick at Nite, and bask in the glory of being alone; a rare treat while on tour. Just as she had slid inside the green room, or was at least in the home stretch of the doorway, she felt the familiar curve of a hand in a nudge. An involuntary but completely sincere groan escaped her lips, her cat-like eyes narrowing in the man's direction.
"Tucker," she replied in a short, clippy mood. The last thing she needed was her ex-boyfriend and King of the Douche Bags, Tucker Deville, invading on her champagne and Bill Cosby evening. Still...he was basking in his post-show glow, the air of sexiness surrounding him that was the sole reason their "relationshit" lasted as long as it did. Nicola couldn't keep her hands off of him; as did most things with a vagina, but Nicola had the goods to back it up. The sex was great; the talking and the emotional bullshit? Lacking. They understood each other; they were both superficial and so fake, it was a wonder Mattel didn't mistake them for Barbie and Ken runaways and ship them off to a Target somewhere. "Oh, lonely, are you?" She leaned against the door, her eyebrows raised. Suddenly the drink sounded better, and a quiet night alone lost it's luster. She eyed him curiously, sashaying over to the make shift bar and pouring two glasses of straight up vodka, slipping a slice of slime into each cup. Nicola tilted her head back, gulping down the tangy liquid quickly, swallowing, her eyes burning and throat screaming in pain as the vodka made it's way into her system, numbing everything it came in contact with.
Against her better judgement, she walked closer to Tucker, standing in front of his sitting form and running her fingers through his thick, sandy blonde locks. There was no love in the air, no romance; Nicola knew that. Tucker was a challenge, he always had been...and he was looking oh-so fine, especially now that he was someone else's. Nicola had to suppress giggles every time she even thought that the once so fantastic Tucker Deville had settled down with a girl who probably had just graduated from training bras and was still in her first year of high school. Still, any moron in the world knew that Tucker didn't settle down. Nicola saw the girls he snuck onto the bus or into the hotel while Kelsey was probably doing her nails or with her band mates, doing...sweet things. And honey, they weren't anything like flat chested, homely looking Kelsey Matthews. Poor Tuck, Nicola thought, her fingers raking through his hair. He needs a woman right now...not for romance, oh God no. But she could see the wild, fire behind his eyes, needing something; not Nicola, just something.
She cleared her throat, taking another swig of alcohol and shaking her glass a bit, hearing the satisfactory noise of the ice hitting the sides of the plastic cup. She slid gracefully onto his lap, facing him and wrapping her arms around his chest. Her lips pressed against his adams apple, her voice adopting it's natural sultry, smoky tone. "I suppose I could fix it," she mused, smelling like alcohol and shampoo and lime as she squezzed and pressed herself just a bit closer to him. "You know, I'm lonely too," her hands ran up and down his chest, teasing him, her mind taking over and knowing exactly what buttons to press. She dipped her manicured fingers into her cup, plucking the citrus fruit out and pressing it gently against her lips, sucking a bit of the juice out. "Sour," she observed, licking her lips and extending the lime to his mouth, pressing it gently against his own lips."Try it."
ABOUT YOU!
OHHAITHUR, I'M EMILY AND I'M A PRETTY WARM HEARTED PERSON. I'M FIFTEEN, BUT DON'T FRET YO, I THINK THIS PLACE IS AMAZING. I'M SO GLAD I FOUND IT THROUGH SYH AD. OH, AND JUST SO YOU KNOW, MY FAVORITE DISNEY MOVIE IS HERCULES
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