Second charrie

Name: Erin
Age: 16
Gender: f
Eyes: brown
Hair: brown
Skin Tone: slightly tanned
Body Type: skinny, athletic, and surprising muscular for a girl(most people can't tell)
God|Titan|Primordial Parent: Isis
Mortal Parent: her dad
Siblings: her step sister Rachel, and her little sister Cosetta (she doesn't remember her)
Talents: making friends, fighting
Flaws: she can be kinda shy, she can be to hyper, and she trusts me to easily
Powers: Egyptian magic
Weapon: twin swords
Clothing: wears cargo shorts and black t-shirt, she wears beat up hightop shoes and a black bandanna in her hair.

History:Erin was born on July 25, 1995 in southwestern France to the parents of Isis and Francis Javert. She got a younger sister a few years later named Cosetta. As Cosetta and Erin grew up they had marvelous times together, playing tricks on the young boys in Le Valjean, her hometown. However after Isis left when Cosetta was born her dad found another women, who raised the family a little bit out of poverty. But her stepmom died in childbirth of her second sister, Panene. Then when her dad brought them to Paris when Erin was nine and then committed suicide by jumping off a bridge and drowning. The now stricken Erin left her siblings, as she was the only one of them to watch Francis die. She went to America and on the  ship to America she had a severe hit to the head and forgot all about her past, except her name was Erin. Then a guy named jack, who was nice to her at first then beat her repeatedly when she was alone with him. She was 10 when she moved to America, from France with her dad. She lived a weird, life with her supposed dad. Sometimes he treated her like a princess and swore he would love her always, but then other days it was the exact opposite. She ignored the problem though and went on living a happy life. She always felt like something was wrong though. When she was fourteen, her dad fell in love with another person. They eventually got married, and suddenly Erin had a new sister, Rachel. They were a few months apart, and became instant best friends. They always stuck together. Rachel was the silent one, and Erin was the loud one. Eventually Erins dad grew out of his weird mood swings and started treating both Erin and Rachel like crap, he usually hit them, and since Rachel hardly ever stuck up for herself, Erin usually stepped in. Which just caused their dad to become more enraged. Erin tryed telling her step mom but she refused to believe it, even after Rachel started telling to, and even showing the bruises. Their mom still didn't believe them. By the time Erin and Rachel had turned 14 their dad had been the cause of several broken ribs and four broken noses. When they were 15 their mom start in on the fun. Coming home drunk with her husband. Erin watched Rachel finally stand up for herself. One night Rachels mom came through the door drunk, and started yelling nonsense about Greek gods, and Rachels brith and how much of a burden she was. She threw Rachel around some and then walked into another room, leaving Erin and Rachel alone to wonder if their mom had gone crazy. They decided they needed to end this, cause now everything was just going down hill more. The next night, while their parents weren't home, they snuck out the back door, with all their parents money, and some changes of clothes and snacks. They ran away.

RP Example: "Rach!" I almost yelled. "Dad stop that!" I added, trying to get my dad off my little sister. He pushed me away and kept shaking Rachel by the neck.
"Dad! Stop you'll kill her!" I screamed. I punched him in the gut, hard. He kneeled over and dropped Rachel. 
"Damn!" Rachel gasped for air. My dad stood up and turned to me.
"I told you to go away." He swung his fist at my head, I ducked under and took Rachels wrist and pulled her up the stairs. My dad followed us, but we ran into our shared room before he could get close to us. We pushed one of the beds in front of the door to keep it shut so he couldn't get in. He banged on the door and tried to push the door open. Rachel grabbed the door knob to hold it still. I piled our stuff on the bed to make it heavier. Eventually he stopped trying to get in, we heard him walk away. Rachel helped me get the stuff off our bed and back into place. We left the bed barricading the door though, in case he wanted another round of "Let's try and kill my daughter."
"Damn I hope he goes to hell." Rachel finally said breaking the silence.

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