WELCOME

CHARLES ARNAUD BAPTISTE


Someone told me long ago there’s a calm before the storm,
I know; it’s been comin’ for some time.
When it’s over, so they say, it’ll rain a sunny day,
I know; shinin’ down like water.

• OH, BABY. LET’S HEAR YOU SAY MY NAME
NAME/ALIAS: Emilie
AGE: near 15
CONTACTS: AIM: spotlightsince93
e-mail:: spazztastic86@hotmail.com
OTHER CHARACTERS? On here? Nope.
HOW’D YOU FIND US? I saw an ad on Cartier Academy


• KEEP STARING WITHOUT SHAME
HAIR:

Blonde, a little shaggy. Mostly, I just brush it in the morning when I get out of bed. I don't put much thought into it, honestly. It could probably do with a good trim, but when you work as a landscaper, no one really cares what your hair looks like.

EYES:

My eyes? Have you none of your own, then, that you cannot see? Hmm. Light brown, sort of hazel-ish. I'd say that they're a bit oval shaped, maybe a bit narrow. Angeline tells me that I have 'quiet' eyes. *soft chuckle*

FACIAL FEATURES:

Yes, I have them.
What do they look like? Um, I don't really know how to describe myself. I have a rather narrow nose, I think, and it's just a bit pointy. I have a lean face. Hmm. I have a wide mouth, usually in a thoughtful frown. Smiles rarely show themselves. I'm not too bad to look at, I don't think. I have a little stubble most of the time, partly because I like it and partly because I'm too lazy to shave it off.

BUILD/HEIGHT/WEIGHT:

Hmmm.... I stand at about 188 cm (about 74 in.)I'm not sure what I weigh...82 kilograms? Landscaping has given me muscle. I suppose you could call me athletic if you'd like. I have no complaints about my body. It does what I want it to do with minimal resistance.

CLOTHING STYLE:

Fairly basic. . When I'm working, I wear a forest green t-shirt with my company's logo on it and khaki work pants, work boots, and gardener’s gloves. When I am not working, I usually can be found in jeans. Not anything fancy, just the regular worn-in blue kind, a little bit baggy, but the waistband is at my waist, where it belongs. It's usually accompanied by some sort of t-shirt, with a jacket when it's cold./

DISTINGUISHING MARKS/OTHER:

. I have a scar on my arm from and unfortunate X-Acto knife incident. Um, my hands are very calloused, if you'd count that as a distinguishing mark?

FACE CLAIM:

Caleb Lane

• HONEY, I’LL IGNITE A DESIRING FLAME
FULL NAME: Charles Arnaud Baptiste
NICKNAMES: Charlie
DATE OF BIRTH: 11/6/83
CURRENT AGE: 25
GENDER: Male
OCCUPATION: landscaper/Gardener
CLASSIFICATION: chrono supporter,
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight

LIKES:

plants
my niece
children
vegetables
sunshine
spring
rain
gardening
dancing
peanut butter cookies
cooking

DISLIKES:

stopwatch
my sister
people who are cruel for no reason
people with blatant disregard for the value of human life
radishes
potatoes
the color gray
being inside for too long

HOBBIES:

gardening
dancing
cooking
painting

GOALS AND DREAMS:

To send Angeline to a good university
To figure out how to keep my CDP niece safe from the Stopwatch
To travel around the Mediterranean
To go back to school for botany

FEARS:

losing Angeline
The post office kinda creeps me out. I can't explain it, but it's just....ugh.

PERSONALITY:

I don’t say much. I don’t like to talk much unless I have to. I’m very private. I keep to myself. I’m polite to clients and such, but I really prefer to be on my own. I’m a very solitary creature. *chuckle* I’m very serious. I don’t joke much. Or smile much. I don’t tend to like people. I prefer my plants and my garden. People, you get attached, and as soon as you do, they’re gone. Or worse, they’re nearly gone, and you’re left holding on to shreds of what was, unable to let go, even though by holding on, you’re only making the other person resent you… Ah. I’m saying too much.

I hate being touched. It drives me up the wall. Really, it’s the fastest way to make me hate you, is to try to touch me before I know you very well. There are a very, very select few who I don’t mind being touched by, and they’re all close family. I believe it may be some sort of warped form of claustrophobia, or perhaps part of my reluctance to attach myself to anyone. You show physical affection, you become even more attached, and soon you’re in over your head.

You know, that’s probably why I can’t seem to keep a girl. I mean, I’m not a bad guy. I’d like to think that I’m a rather nice fellow, actually, but it takes so long to get close to me, that most women give up. Really, I’m all right with that, because if she gives up because she doesn’t know everything there is to know about me after three weeks, then she is probably not worth my time. It really doesn’t help, though, that I do not talk easily to women I do not know. To ones like my mother and sister, or girls I’ve grown up with who might as well be my sisters, I have no problems, but when they are new… I get a bit tongue-tied. And I start to say some of the stupidest things ever. I turn into this horrendous blathering idiot when I try to –God forbid- flirt.

Of course, I may be being a touch too hard on myself. I’ve been told I do that. What? It is a crime to strive for excellence? I push myself, yes, but only for my own betterment. If I were to stop and only be content with what I am now, I would never grow as a person, non? And I would not like that.

I am proud. I never admit weakness. Even if it is glaringly obvious, I will almost never ask for help. It is a shortcoming of mine, but I am quickly learning how to overcome this in raising my little niece, Angeline. It is very humbling to have to call my step-father and ask him how to handle a situation that I have never encountered before.

• THE WINDING ROADS TO FAME
HOMETOWN: Right here in Paris.
NATIONALITY: French. Well, my mother was English, but I am French.
PARENTS:

Emily Pierre, homemaker, 45
Jean-Claude Baptiste, real estate agent, [deceased]

SIBLINGS:

Elaine Baptiste, student, 20

SIGNIFICANT OTHERS: Angeline Baptiste, 5, niece
Emile Pierre, 47, step-father
HISTORY:

What can I say? I was born in Paris. I grew up there. My early life was pretty uneventful. I’ve been really into plants since I was young. I have a green thumb. *grin* Everything I plant grows. It’s rather nice, actually. Ahem. Anyway… Nothing really noteworthy happened until I was 15, and my father died. It was raining, and the roads were slick, and he didn’t see the other car, some idiot drunk, speeding toward him. He tried to swerve, but it was too late. This happened on my birthday, a day on which it always, invariably, rains.

A little over a year later, my mother remarried, a man named Emile. I didn’t mind him. By that time, I was 17, almost finished with school, and I saw no point in bothering to get very close to him. I stayed out of his way, he stayed out of mine. He made my mother happy, and that’s all that really mattered to me. My sister, however, didn’t see it that way.

My younger sister, Elaine, was the rebel. She hated rules and regulations almost as much as she hated our stepfather. He was not a cruel man, nor was he excessively strict, but Elaine resented him for marrying our mother so soon after Father died. She did everything she possibly could and then some. Somehow, she never got caught. Until, that is, she got pregnant. She was fifteen, I was twenty. She decided to carry the child to term, but then…then, Angeline showed up, age fifteen. This led Elaine to believe that the father of her child was a chrono. She’s hated them ever since for ‘ruining her life,’ as she put it, and didn’t even want to hold the child when she was born. I was with Elaine when she delivered, and I saw the beautiful little dear and fell in love. Elaine wanted nothing to do with the child, so I took her in and raised her as my own. She’s my life, my pride and joy. My little Angeline. She’s the most wonderful child in the world. Apparently, she doesn’t travel for the first time until she’s seven, but I still worry for her. I wish I could do more, but I don’t know how. I’d protect her with my life, if it came to that. She’ll grow into a beautiful, intelligent, witty, charismatic young lady, and I’ll be damned if I let anything jeopardize that.

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HEY THERE. Just to tell you, there's another character with the same last name.

More importantly, I'd love more from the personality and the history. More detail, please? It's a bit short in a lot of places. >.<

Hey! I went back and fixed (I hope) the things you wanted beefed up. The personality is a LOT better, I think, and the history's...improved. :/ Hope it works better for you!

i fixed your coding.
because i have issue with bad coding?!
and kim can make the final cut, but i think that the personality's still a tad short.