✧ full name : Charlotte Elizabeth Mattique
✧ pronunciation : Shar-let eh-liz-a-beth mat-ti-que
✧ nickname(s) : Char
✧ age : 16
✧ grade : junior
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✧ nationality : French, Italian, Greek, English, and a bit Welsh.
✧ hometown : Beverly Hills
✧ family : Her dad...
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✧ short biography : Elle was born on a hot afternoon, to her mother- now a faceless memory of once was. Elle never knew her mother, as she left Elle when she was only 1 and a half. Her father almost never talks about her-ever, but has remarried 3 times. In between he would shower Elle with whatever she wanted, but it wasn't enough to fill the void. Elle literally had everything. She was friends with Kylie Jenner, whose sister was a socialite, had three Hermes Birkin bags, and a closet the size of an apartment. Yet, Elle became cold and mean and resentful of everything and everyone around her. She wanted to know who her mother was, yet no one would tell her. So, when she was 15 she began to search for her. Paying a PI, and doing whatever she could. When her father caught wind of this- he sent her straight to CGH. ((I'm using the same storyline because I want to expand on it, as I didn't really get to last time and I want to continue this side of my character.))
✧ secret(s) : Elle has been searching for her mother, only few people know. She's found some evidence that her mother may be dead, like everyone says, but she's not so sure.
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✧ appearance : She has long brown hair that falls just below her chest, and skin the perfect tan/glowing color you'd expect from a Beverly Hills girl. She has long skinny, yet toned legs that come in handy with ballet. She's always been very skinny, naturally, and he stomach is perfectly flat. Her nose is perfect, and people often ask who had it done for her, in which her reply is "Its natural." And it is- Natural.
✧ personality : Elle is a party girl. She likes to jump up and down at clubs and the neon flashing strobe lights fit well with her. Partying has been her release from the stresses in the world. Shes not a very good student, but has made it through thanks to daddy's $$$. She loves to just have a good time, and has never known anything different. She's just one of those girls.
✧ invite only clique preference : Elites.
✧ non-invite clique preference : Beaumont or Lancaster.
✧ desire to be an alpha? : yes, the work load is getting lesser... (was that gramatically correct...? lawls.)
✧ if yes, then why do you deserve such an honor? : I have been an alpha before, so I have some experience, but for my character it would be interesting- seeing her have a responsibility and all.
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✧ activeness : [ 10 / 10 ]
✧ anything extra? : No, not really, I'm an open book.
✧ sample roleplay : I sat on my bed, surfing the internet, blaring No Faith in Brooklyn which was my feelings right now. I didn't wanna leave beverly hills. It was the place I loved. It was filled with botox, new money, fakes, and bleached hair, but it was all I ever knew and I loved it. I sighed as I heard some lady giggling and obviously hungover, skipping down the stairs. I rolled my eyes and typed in net-a-porter.com...miu miu...buy...revenge shopping was the best. Ever since like 3 years ago my Dad had become the equivalent of a 28 year old D-bag, for every girl i heard stumbling out the door every morning- I went on a revenge shopping spree. I mean I had my fair share of stumbling down a long marble staircase, but I'm 16. I was literally seething and the music that was now playing, Citizen Erased by Muse, was perfect. I was leaving for CGH in two days, and life could not be more of a living h-ll than now.