Harton, Moira Charity

[Charity Moira Harton]

CharityMoiraHarton.
what's up, mille-feuille? i'm J4pi3,
and i'm applying to your FANTASTIC
little site. i'm 18 years young.
i've only been roleplaying for 5+ years
long, but you can still count on me to be
the opptomistic one.



thissong'sfortheemokids.
( withthepunkrock,rockabillyscreamolids )

name , Charity Moira Harton
nicknames , Charrie, Cher or Char
age and year , Sixteen puts me in my second year
sexual preference , Hetrosexual
birthday , October sixth. 1994
style , Sweet or Shiro Lolita
occupation , Student

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( andi'mdrunk )

height , 5” 8
weight , 110lbs
tattoos and piercings , Pierced ears and a unicorn tattoo on her ankle which constantly needs to be replaced as it's only temporary. She changes the design but it's always a unicorn.
best feature , Flawlesss alabaster skin. No zits, no pimples, no scars etc. Due to not enough time in the sun probably.
general , Charity has a petite frame, though sometimes described as 'leggy' you won't find her doing any pin-ups any time soon. She has a heart shaped face with large doe eyes, the reason she's against using circle lenses really, however her lashes are kind of sparse so on the odd occssion she'll add on a few false lashes both upper and lower. Her lips are, happily rather cute with a well defined cupids bow upper lip, but ostentatiously pouty in her opinion. Her face seems to have a constant expression of mild surprise and curiosity.

When wearing Lolita her style is very pale sweet rather than over the top colours everywhere. She likes the over the top splashes of colour on others, but it's just not her thing. At the moment she's trying out an OTT shirololita though, which has thus far proven to be of interesting results. Straying towards dresses of a more demure style, nothing with bows in every available space for instance, she does co-ord everything with large heels rather than the standard tea party which rule most of the fashion at current.

Her hair is a natural golden blonde and falls to just below her shoulders. It has a inwards curl towards the end and is prone to frizzing up in the rain. She does prefer to use wigs for all occasions as it means she doesn't have to wake up early everyday to style and primp her natural locks, not to mention she doesn't damage it with products.

On her off days she likes to dress Mori or just be 'normal' and try on a pair of skinny jeans and a tophat.
playby , Jessica Spangler

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( soitseemsi'msomeonei'venevermet! )

likes , Sci-fi, Math, History, The underside of a pillow, Corn, Fruit scented/flavoured objets or foods, striped material, VHS>DVD, Astronomy, pun related jokes, drawing, abstrat art, Rainy days, poetry, soft jazz
dislikes , Any Fiction Besides Sci-fi, art with 'meaning' or 'statements', Uncordinated bedrooms, mess, The scent of roses, Tomato anything, Sunburn, Little furry animals, Metal music or industrial music, stuffed toys, flat shoes, ebooks
strengths , Determined, though some mike call it a stubborn streak. When Char gets something into her head she doesn't stop until it's done. She likes to look at everything from all different angles and in this way is a very logical thinker, making her a great listener as an unbiased judge.
weaknesses , A self confessed Sugar coater, she can't say anything mean or blunt. She'll say what she means but she'll beat around the bush and try to put it in as nice a manner as possible. She also can't abide procrastinators and when around them can get very bossy or intimidating.
fears , Cancer. Everything gives you cancer, why haven't we eradicated it yet? Fluffy animals, she got mauled by a bunny when she was 2 and can't look at anything with furr and under a metre high without cringing. Mess and unhygienic rooms give her goosebumps. She won't comment on it or pick at anything but she'll shower for ages when she gets home, a paranoia more than a fear.
quirks , Sings show tunes and popular music to pass the time away, but only if no one can hear her. Doesn't talk about her family much and changes her story every time. The unicorn tattoo on her ankle is temporary and occasionally she'll change the placement just to mess with people. Has never been in love, had a boyfriend, had crushes, never love. She writes a letter to her brother every Wednesday evening, using scented, coloured and printed papers with various shaded inks to personalise them. He's a hard man to keep track of but she sends them anyways and somehow always gets a letter back.
secrets , Would love to be an actress, enjoys dressing up in boys clothing as much as Lolita, has found herself to be a rather good gambler after getting snuck into various clubs or casinos by her older brother.
how , Charity was always a very bored little girl. Her family wasn't 'wealthy' but they had enough means that when she wanted something she got it within the month. She often went through phases of hobbies before giving up on them and selling off whatever her new phase had been. It was by accident she came across lolit, after her brother sent her a package from somewhere his show had been performing. It was of course, a lolita dress. Starry night theatre to be correct. She hadn't thought much of it, other than that it was something cute her brother had sent her. But she kept looking at it and wondering what in hell one was meant to wear with such a thing, it had looked rather forlorn and floppy when she tried it on. Thus the internet helped her from there on. It had been exiting to learn about something new and interesting, she'd attacked it with an obsessive passion. However, unlike all other hobbies, this one had stayed. Companies kept coming out with new designs, it was harder to get each one from her overseas location and suddenly before she'd realised it she was dressing in the odd style everyday.
general , As an only child for most of her life Char was doted upon and has retained her demanding demeanour. Selfish, bossy etc. If something isn't going her way she'll still stamp the ground and gnash her little teeth in frustration. It's a temperament she also takes on when she can't understand something, someone is making her angry or is simply having a bad overall day. A lot of people judge her on this and she'll try to resolve the issues but in the end she knows she can't force people into doing anything so she lets it go...for now.

However, after starting highschool and having to mingle with her peers more than 'I have candy, want some candy?' in her first grades, she came across actual science and literature and more logic minded subjects which could keep her fascinated for hours. This wouldn't be a problem except that in highschool this is called a form of 'nerd' and regardless of her wealth she was picked on and told it was wrong and weird of her to like this kind of thing. Add in her new fashion and she was well...not a very popular little thing. She became reclusive and dismissive of other people by default, making her shyer around new people and a lot more prone to sitting out than running to join in.

She can be a very sweet caring person, though it takes many many months before you'll see that side of her. When she is though it's very subdued, she prefers to show affection through materiel means or by very quick touches such as hugs or maybe fixing up a crooked bow.

wordsofwisdomfortheweary.
( seewhogetsitintheend )

hometown , San diago, California US
family , Mother, professional wife. Father, absent but he runs some form of franchise chain. Step-Brother. Also absent, goes by the name Lawrence. He ran away to join the circus, literally, when he was thirteen but he tracked her down one day when she was thirteen as well and they're great friends. He sends her gifts from every continent he performs on.
She has a close connection with her mother and a decent one with the father she only really sees on special occasions, though it's turning to a hostile one.
pets , Sushi the Siamese fighting fish and Dinah, a Canary.
best memory , Meeting her brother was the best memory Charity has ever had. She was just walking along home from the circus when a performer stopped, did a few tricks then said he was a mind reader. He then proceeded to tell her every little detail about her family and, shocked and scared, he revealed he was actually her brother. Doubtful she called her mother who then confirmed the story and that evening they had a somewhat tense dinner together before Lawrence and Charity were left alone to become the tightest pair of sibling one could find anywhere.
worst memory , High school was a hell before Charity changed. The worst being the last day at her previous school. She'd been ridiculed, laughed at and teased by a number of older girls who eventually dragged her into the girl's bathroom, cut her wig, and actual hair up once they'd realised the blonde pigtails weren't real, and left laughing at her. It was only worse as the girls had actually lured her in under the pretence of being interested in the fashion, sparking a brief hope that she'd found some similar girls.
history , Charity lead a fairly privileged life. No mansions but a two story home with a view and most of her whim fulfilled gave her a false sense of security within the world. She was above everyone end of story. She was home schooled until she was five, then sent to a middle class private primary school. Nothing very traumatic.

When she entered high school she tried to fit in as much as possible, failed and decided it was best to just sit in the background. Then she started dressing Lolia and it got a lot harder to be less noticed, at the same time she had never been one to step down from something she was determined to do. So she continued in much the same manner. She was lucky enough to have a few close friends, but none of them really understood her hobby. There was an anime club who had an idea of the fashion, for which she was greatfull and she continued to make friends there. However after the incident, see worst memory, shhe decided it would be easier to change school than continue on. In her research for some place more accepting and interesting she came across Mille-feuille Academy. Her mother was dubious at first but wanting her daughter to be happy, and seeing the potential the school had in raising fine upstanding ladies, she consented and sent little Charity packing. Dad paid the tuition and aircraft fee.

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( let'smakethisnightaclassic! )

password? , Here comes the sun doo da doo doo
sample post ,

A harsh blindness. Bright and plain sweeping over her eyelids like a hot breeze on a parched desert. It neither added to the mood nor did it subtract any of it, if anything it was uncomfortable, and comfort was a thing One did not so easily deny a queen.

Rossette's body was splayed stomach down over a long king size velvety bed. The room itself said it belonged to someone of importance. From the thousand glittering objects that lay across every bare surface to the intricate designs that cascaded over the walls and spread into the rest of the furniture. The bedspread, the chairs, the lounge. Everything was the same crisp clear and dripping shade of crimson, with a few different splashes of the a lighter red here and there while sparkling object winked alluringly from the corners of drawers and chests, daring to be taken. If the room did not scream importance the woman presiding in it most certainly would.

Her lengthened hair spilled over the sheets she lay down on and the gown fanned out to the right, revealing a small amount of skin from her lower thigh. Her cold gaze however was directed at an object in her hands, a slow melody with the notes tumbling out like champagne was emitted from the small object. A mere trinket of a young ballerina dancing over a mirrored surface. Yet the simple thing had held the young lady's attention for a small while until she eventually had fallen asleep to the still playing song.

But that had not been what had woken her, no. The harsh light tumbling in from the now opened curtains had and her delicate face which had been so carefree only moment before screwed up in a scowl at the light which shone on her face. It was a penetrating look as if just staring would force the curtains closed again. Of course they didn't and it enraged her more until she clenched her hand around the little plastic ballerina and ripped her from the stand, chucking the now broken musical ornament to the side of the bed and ending the musical chime instantly. If she was who she though she was it would be gone by the time she came back or heads would roll...literally and that was if they were lucky.

A deep breath...and she was over the small incident, though who knew how long that would last. Wriggling over to the side of the bed she dropped herself over the side of the two mattresses she slept on, refusing to sleep on any less for a ruler should always be higher than those below. Her dress trailed behind her by two inches and she made her way to the window, whacking the side of the frame as to demonstrate her point that all who dared offend her even slightly were to be punished, even if it was just a frame.

She stood in front of it to look down upon what she would always believe was her land. Her Wonderland. A smile crept along her lips, though it didn't reach her eyes. It was raining and she reached out a hand through the open window to feel the soft pitter patter along her arm, puling it in a single drop hit her palm. Then wiping it away she continued to stare outside through the oncoming drizzle.

Her land...Her Wonderland...

andthat'swhatmakesmylifesofuckingfantastic.

okay, so this application
is a fusion of our old one and an
application made by AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !?
of blank pages. don't steal, cause
that's RUDE. lyrics go
to A BUNCH OF PEOPLE,
but they're not ours. and, lastly,
don't stretch the board.
it's NOT COOL.

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