HENNESSY, charlotte lou

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CHARLOTTE LOU HENNESSY
'Cause in the daylight we'll be on our own
But tonight I need to hold you so close '

HEY THERE! SO, TELL US ABOUT YOU ... LET'S START OFF WITH THE BASICS. WHAT DO WE NEED TO KNOW?

"Well, you really dont need to know anything, do you? Not about me at least. But whatever, If you're dying to know, I might as well tell you. My name is Charlotte Lou Hennessy; yeah, yeah, I know. Charlotte rhymes with harlot. But I go by Charlie. If you call me Charlotte, the only response you'll get is a sharp stick in the eye. I was born on December 25th, 1990, so I'm 22. I'm very much a Christmas baby, but I sure as hell better get my own presents. There's no fuckin' way I'm sharing my birthday with some old geezer I never even met. I'm a woman, obviously, but... if you really need proof... Well, you'll just have to wait, because apparently this interview is that important. As for my allegiance? Once you go dark, you never go... Light. Alright, so I obviously didn't plan that out very well, but you know what I mean. I'm a werewolf, but if you even try to compare me to that infuriating Twilight series, I'll give you a first hand demonstration of how completely wrong you are. I'm straight, if you must know. I tried a girl once, she got too clingy."

SO, A LITTLE BIRDY TOLD ME THAT YOU ARE GORGEOUS. DESCRIBE YOURSELF.

"A birdy, eh? Well, who would have thought it. I can't say I'm too surprised, I'm pretty hot if I do say so myself. I've been told I look like this singer named Kesha Sebert, whoever the hell that is, must not be very important if I don't know her. I have pretty average length blonde hair, and more often than not it's streaked with some trippy colour. I have green eyes, I'm pretty slender, athletic even. I'm 5'9" and I weight 125 pounds. The only distinguishing feature I have is the tattoo of a rose and thorns on the top of my right foot. Don't ask, I went through a flower phase. As for style, it's anything and everything baby. I really don't give a damn what I'm wearing, so long as I dont look like a complete dumbass. Eh, obviously you dont care regardless."

I'M SURE YOUR PERSONALITY IS SOMETHING ELSE COMPLETELY. TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF, WE WANT TO KNOW YOU BETTER!

"I should probably mention to you now that I'm a bit of an exaggeration. I'm probably not nearly as bad as I make myself out to be, but as long as people don't appear to give a damn about me, then I'm not going to bother altering myself for their benefit. I'm rough, I'm not too proud to deny it, I know I come off as crude and careless, cold and unforgiving, even. And perhaps I really am that way, to a certain extent. I didn't used to be like this, though, believe you me. I used to be this total pansy ass, a door mat, a damn pushover. But not anymore. I got tired of being overlooked, of being ignored, of being shoved aside like yesterday's news.

-- What do I love? I love family, for one thing. Not that I have anyone other than my sister, they kicked me out when I refused to be human loving lap-dog nobody, and wouldn't let my father keep beating the shit out of me. You know, it's one thing to be the only different one in your family, it's an all new low when you get punished for it. But whetever, it's they're damn loss, I guess. I really love dancing, I guess you could say I'm pretty good at it, but I dont know. I like Music, drawing, I basically like any physical activity.I love video games, I love partying, basically, I love everything my parents hate, because I like to think I'm still getting back at them for turning their backs on me. I love drinking, and smoking. Not cigarettes. Oh, I'm obsessed with cheetoh's, I dont know why.

I don't like humans, sure, there may be the few humans that are tolerable, but in the long run, they irritate the shit out of me, and they rub me the absolute wrong way. I don't school, it's why I crawled through high school belly up and I sure as hell don't plan on going back. I hate board games, I never win and they piss me off. I don't like being left alone, underneath a 'tough' outlook, I really am pretty social, and being left alone just reminds me that I really am alone. I hate tetris, it's a stupid and pointless game; I don't like broccoli, or anything salad-like, really. I don't like being dragged away from a party, I hate being told no, and I loathe authority figures. And I hate it when people mess with things that I care about.

I'm really good at getting blamed, if that could even be considered a strength. I guess it is, it sure kept my sister from getting abused by our father. I'm fairly good at getting things that I want, assuming I want them bad enough. And I'm really good at being what I am, as far as that could possibly go. I guess one of my strengths is moving; dancing, running, other movement, you know.

My weaknesses? I kind of want to say I don't have any, but I guess you'd call me out on it. I have a piss poor temper, I'll admit to that. I'm a sucker (Get your damn head out of the gutter, pervert) for hot guys, assuming I don't have something to distract me, or more important. Being a werewolf is definitely a weakness, I hate not being in control, and come every full moon, I lose every bit of it. And not in the good way.

I'm afraid that our father will find us, or anyone from our family, to be honest. Our family loved humans more than they loved us, obviously. Why else would they stand idly by while our father.. did that to me, to both of us. I took most of it to keep my sister from his attentions, but eventually it got too much for me to handle.

What I want most is......I want me and my sister to have the best life possible, and I'm willing to do anything to make sure that happens.

I just... I just hope she doesn't find out I'm the one that turned her.

-- in a nutshell, I'm complex, but only to certain extent. I love to party, and I love to have fun, but I can be just as sweet as that puppy in the pet shop window, though that side doesn't come out nearly as much as it should, but if one were to harm my sister, well, good luck.

"

I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR HISTORY ... I'M SURE IT WILL BE INTRUIGING!

"My mother's name is Dana Hennessy, and My father's name is John Hennessy. I was three years old when my sister Veronica was born. Pretty name, right? She goes by Ronnie. Ronnie and Charlie, it has a pretty kickass ring to it, don't you think?

Our father probably always hated us, me at least, right from the beginning when it became apparent that I wasn't like the other children that frequented our shitty neighborhood. Ronnie had it easier though, but that was because she really didn't care about the sides in the war. We grew up knowing about supernaturals, mind you. Our father, he was a human, but he sure didn't act like it, he thought himself the king of everything on this side of the grand canyon. He was a mean son of a bitch too. You know, the kind of guy who wanted a whole pack of sons, and got two daughters instead, before his wife become unable to bear more children. I'm sure you can imagine how pissed he was. Maybe that's why he started hitting me, to make up for the fact that I didn't have the right equipment growing between my legs.

Anyways, Ronnie and I were close from the start, I used to drag her everywhere, even when I grew into my teenage years and most would start to detach from their younger siblings. Not me, man. Ronnie was all I had, and she was everything to me.

But by the time I was fifteen, and Ronnie was twelve, I was already starting to fall in with the wrong crowd. And one night, I paid the ultimate price for it. We were at a bonfire party at the beach on the night of the full moon, it was so much fun. Booze, and other party favors, it was like teen girls gone wild for me.

But as the night wore on, and many people started filing back to their cars, the guy I came with had vanished by then, leaving me to wander back.

Well, I was anxious to get home because it was the first time I had left Ronnie out of my sight, and I took a shortcut through the woods - which was a pretty shitty idea, now that I think back on it. But I was fifteen, what the hell did I know about common sense?

And then It happened, it came out of no where, and I don't remember most of it, But the next morning I woke up, and my entire body was in pain. At first, I thought it was just a dog that bit me, but then I started hearing things. No, not voices in my head - but, it was like I could hear people's hearts beating, I could smell the sweat on people that I passed.

It took me a year, a damn year, to figure out what I was, and what happened that night. And I barely made it through high school. My temper seemed to increase tenfold, I was acting out more. It was rough.

I finally graduated, Had to repeat a year so I didn't graduate until I was nineteen. I wasn't dumb, okay? I just 'didn't apply myself' or some shit. Truth was, I never showed up to class. Oh hell yeah, I made sure Ronnie went, but she had more of a chance than I did, I was already too far gone, but Ronnie? She had a life ahead of her. She could have gotten away from our shithole town and our leech-like family.

Then our father turned on her, too. And it was too much.

So i turned her. She still doesn't know it was me, and I can't bear to tell her, she'll probably hate me forever if she were to find out,

But we've come to Manuka, and hopefully, our past won't catch up to us this time."

AH, AND WHO IS THIS AMAZING MASTERMIND BEHIND THE LIKES OF YOU?

"This crazy chick is AC. She's making me as her fifth baby because she sold her icy soul to nightmare and can never leave again. ALSO JURY CANT GET AFTER HER CUS SHE POSTED TWICE ON LEWIS. HAH."

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