My newest Charrie :P

Name:Paris Lindsey
Age:13
Birthday:1/1/1998
Gender:Female
Eyes:Brown
Hair:Blond
Skin Tone:Normal
Body Type:Slim
Accent:Australian

God|Titan|Primordial Parent:Apollo
Mortal Parent:Chere Lindsey
Siblings:Mortal Brother and Sister
Place or origin:Sydney,Australia
Education/occupation:Singing,playing guitar
Ethnic background:Austrailian
Personality:Fun to be around,Funny,Bubbly,Outgoing,Team Player,she is probably one of the most loyal people you could ever meet
Hobbies:Lead singer and guitarist in the band her and her friends have,and sketching
Picture or 10 sentence physical description:

Spoiler:

Talents:Singing,drawing,playing guitar or any instrament for that matter,hand to hand combat
Flaws:She can be a bit hard headed,She gets overeacts over the most stupid things,she is VERY VERY VEEEERRYYY gullible.
Powers:none
Weapon:A charm bracelet with little instruments that turns into a CB dagger
Clothing:The pic shows a glimpse of what she normally wears
History(6 sentence):Paris lived a middle class life,2 story house,a dog,and a garage with plenty of instruments for her band. She loved to sing..it was her passion. She also loved fashion. She dressed nicely and was the fashion icon at her school.Her band was also very famous and was asked to appear on the Fourth of July to play during the fireworks.Her biggest dream was simple:To be famous.
RP Example(6 sentence):"Paris get your head together!The show is tommorow!" says my friend Marie. Im pacing back and fourth. This migrane wasnt helping. "IM trying!Okay lets go again."I say at last and walk to the microphone in the empty garage. Mom parked her car outside so we could transform it into the ultimate hangout. There were neon guitar signs,an old jukebox,a TV,a couch and chairs,and of course our band stuff. I sigh and begin singing. About five minutes later I throw my guitar on the couch. "Guys I cant do this." I put my hands on my head. "Yes you can."says Charise. I sigh and get back up. Once I strum the last cord we all cheer then mom comes out "Who wants some brownies?" we all look at each other and run in
Notes:She has short term memory loss

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