Cailene Hawthorne

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Statistics

Class : Beauty
Ability: Hidden Talents (Option 2 - OUTSHINE)
Combat Skill Path: Handgun Path
Skills: Target Practice | Gun Range TrainingS T A T S:
HEALTH: 20
STR: 0
INT: 1
DEX: 2
SOC: 3Strengths:
- Quick on her feet, she can quickly scan an area for the best escape routes and anything that may come to be useful
- Great under pressure, she never truly panics or loses her cool
- Those long legs are the best in running, even with the three-inch heels and platforms she wears.Weaknesses:
- Big heart, if she sees anyone falling behind she immediately jumps to help even if it puts her at risk
- Not much strength in those arms, they're great for cutting hair and clean-cut eyeliner...but not for anything above 20 pounds.
- Can gain tunnel-vision pretty quickly, may miss things when hyper-focused
- Achilles heel, she can go down like someone's yelling timber when they strike her ankles.

Extra

• Cailene's Mindscape

Ethnicity: Scottish
Language(s): English, Gaelic, French. Loch taught her ASL.
Likes: Smoking, Pizza, Motorcycles, Hiking, Music, Beaches
Dislikes: Arrogance, Cherries, Clowns, Bullying, Rejection
Orientation: Bisexual
Zodiac: Taurus
Favourite Animal: Cats
Favourite Colour: Purple
Favourite Food: Pizza
Hobbies: Hiking, Bike Riding, Makeup, Dying hairTalents: Artist, Great Dancer, Great Runner, Can read a whole book in like an hour if you count that as a talent--
Extra Extra(s): Gained her love for motorcycles from her brother and father, her bike was built by her dad right before she left for college as a graduation gift. She is also a consenting victim to her sister's tattoo work. She dyes her eyebrows black because the white eyebrows just look weird. She used to work as a barista while at school so she can make a mean Chai latte--
Yes, that is her natural hair color, stop asking if it matches the drapes--

• Art Application

Mun

Name: Cho
Pronouns: They/Them & He/Him
Age: 26
Timezone: EST (UTC - 5)
RP Locations: Discord Only
Methods: Lit preferred, HC
Comfort Zones: I'm very open-minded, carefree, there isn't much that gives me the heebee jeebees, I love tossing ideas back and forth, domesticity and angst and drama oh my
Triggers: None that I can write immediately, I am again quite carefree but any serious subjects or ideas should always be discussed beforehand - I am very open otherwise, not much makes me squeamish.
Shipping Preferences: Yes :)
Smut/NSFW: Yesssss ;) (You don't even have to take me out to dinner first)

The ForestYou're out in the wilderness, surrounded by trees that stretch infinitely up into the sky. Their branches and leaves have a thick canopy like a rooftop shading you from the sun, except for the thinnest rays of sun that peek through between the leaves when a wind brushes past. The air is fresh here as if the oxygen heals any aches and pains your body may suffer from.You hear the sounds of nature, of a river creek flowing nearby, and the songs of birds chirping their greetings to you. You wish to climb, to see the horizon at the top of these infinitely tall trees, to see the world from one side all the way to the other.... so you climb.However, after so many hours of climbing, your hands ache from the rough bark, your knees hurt from holding up your weight, and you're tired and trapped. You have no choice but to let go, to let yourself fall.You fall.... and you fall.But you never hit the ground.The CityYou feel weightless, you cannot tell if you are even still falling at this point, floating in place. When you open your eyes, you find yourself not in the forest anymore, but in the middle of a city. Suddenly, your ears are filled with the sounds of hustle and bustle - people with blurred faces rush passed you as if not noticing you laying there on the concrete sidewalk even if they make sure to walk around you.You stand up, your senses are heightened - you smell the grease of street food tempting you. You feel your heart yearn to go around every corner, you are alone in a place where thousands are around you. Once in a while, as you walk, someone walks past you and just for a second, a split second you think you see a familiar face. Someone you long for, someone you haven't seen in years. But when you chase after them, grab their arm, and turn them around...they're faceless again.You hold your hands to your ears, you calm your yearning heart. You close your eyes.The SuburbWhen you open them once more, you are in a suburb, a familiar place, the place you always wanted to return to...to stay...
Houses that are all symmetrically aligned, perfectly mowed lawns, trimmed trees, their exteriors only different colors to differentiate. It's too perfect, it's too peaceful. It's suffocating as if your life has been laid out for you. And though you wish to stay, you want to run away, as if there is an unforeseen danger that you don't recognize loitering about.The GarageYou run to any of the houses aligned on the never-ending, always curving street, choosing a house that has a dark brown exterior and black door. You crash through the wooden entrance, but instead of seeing a regular house's interior. You're suddenly standing in an industrial, high-roof, car garage. A Chevrolet Chevelle is mounted and hoisted up on a car jack in the air, its wheels missing, and its oil latch open. The stench of motor oil hits your nose, its burning stink brings tears to your eyes...and yet you cannot see it as a negative.It's warm, as though the air here was hugging you, welcoming you home. You hear the clattering of wrenches and a static-filled radio wheezing old songs out, in the distance you hear the sound of someone whistling, but no matter what room you look in no one is with you. It leaves you with a burning in your throat, and tears lingering in your eyelashes, but no one is there to comfort you.