Post by Charlie Pace on Sept 27, 2008 13:00:33 GMT -5
;; fundamentals
full name;; Charles Pace
nickname;; Charlie
birthday;;
age;; 25
sexual orientation;; straight
job;; former bass player in DriveShaft
Canon;;
;; appearance
general;; If you didn't know it, Charlie wouldn't look like any drug addict you've ever seen, certainly not a heroin addict. There are fading track marks on his arms, which he usually covers up with long sleeve shirts, jackets, and hoodies. And, unlike most people with money, you usually wouldn't see Charlie in high-end fashions; he's more often than not seen in a faded teeshirt and jeans than a suit and tie. His blonde hair has been dyed more times than he had remember, however, it's shifted more into a dirty blonde. He has a tattoo on his shoulder with the lyrics from Strawberry Fields; "Living is Easy With Eyes Closed"
favorite;; Many have said that Charlie's smile looks childish, but it works in his favour. He can charm people easily with his smile, but what works the best, he realised, is his eyes.
hate;; The marks on his arms.
heritage;; European (British)
ethnicity;; White
;; personality
general;; Charlie is very different from your regular rock stars. Sure, he can be arrogant, but deep down, Charlie is very kind and loving, always willing to help people out when they need it, and never stopping until he makes someone laugh. He's very protective, and yet very open, willing to tell anyone about the rock star life that he had lived. Yet, if someone asks about his home life or his siblings, things can get very quiet very quick.
Charlie can go from shaggy rockstar, to clean cut in a second if given the ability, but most of the time, he enjoys slumming it instead of being locked up in a suit and tie. Charlie has been known to have a temper when provoked.
hobbies;;
Writing
Playing guitar
traveling the world
playing gigs
dislikes;;
His brother, Liam
Rehab
Drugs
People who are fake
Snobbish people
Lying to people
Being a junkie
Seeing women in pain
Withdraw
likes;;
Alcohol
Church
Cocaine (regrettably)
Heroin (regrettably)
Rock and Roll
Writing
Playing Piano
Children
Cartoons
Partying
swimming
Fears;;
<x> disapproval
<x> rejection
<x> being without drugs
<x> being alone
Secrets;;
<x>Addicted to cocaine and heroin
;; origins
general;;
Charles Pace was born in Manchester, England, youngest son of Simon and Megan Pace. He had an older brother, Liam. His father was a butcher, and his mother, a homemaker. When Charlie was a young boy, he was given a piano by his mother, because she claimed she saw great musical talent in the boy. His stern father, however, disapproved of his musical choice, claiming that he and his brother Liam should be butchers. Never swayed, Charlie and Liam grew up in a household of music, even claiming, (whether or not innocently) that they would have a band when they grew up. When the boys grew older, they created a band: DriveShaft. The band held moderate success, with Charlie writing the songs and Liam singing most of them. Charlie was a devout Catholic for most of his young life, even becoming alter boy. It was in a church that, after a confession to a priest about his sins of the flesh (attributed to DriveShaft's growing fan base) that Liam appeared and told his younger brother that DriveShaft had gotten a record deal. Charlie, delighted at the fact of a record deal, said yes to Liam, on one condition. It would always be about the music and family. Liam quickly agreed and Driveshaft would become mainstream. They would even hear their first song, "You All Everybody" on the radio when their van broke down on the way to a gig.
With growing rockstar success, Charlie noticed a change in Liam; he was becoming more and more into women and booze and even more worse: heroin. Desperate, Charlie gives in and tries the drug for the first time. Soon, he would become a full fledge junkie. Driveshaft's popularity started to dwindle, due to the fact that the brother's could hardly stand each other, on or off stage. When Liam's daughter Megan was born, Liam was out getting a fix with Charlie. Both brother's claimed each other for their problems and in anger and desperation, Liam sold Charlie's piano, bought a ticket to Australia, and vowed to go to rehab, if only for his daughter.
Charlie stayed in London, setting up residence with his dealer, Tommy. One night in a pub, Tommy introduced Charlie to Lucy Heatherton, the daughter of a rich buisness owner. The two hit it off instantly. However, what Lucy didn't know, was that as she was sleeping with Charlie and even finding him a job selling copiers, he was planning to steal from her to get more money for heroin. On the day of Charlie's first job, however, she found out; he got sick from withdrawls in the copier he was selling. She broke up with Charlie, claiming that all he would ever be was a junkie. Charlie managed along for a few more months, doing drugs and writing new songs such as 'Lucy-Girl' and 'Heroine' for a solo carrer he was planning, until h e boarded a plan to Australia to see his now clean brother to try to see if he would start a comeback tour for Driveshaft. Liam told Charlie that the only way he would is if Charlie went to rehab. Charlie refused, blaiming Liam for what had happened to him and what he had become. He set off to the US alone determined to start his own Driveshaft comeback tour, without his brother. He boarded a flight back to America, Oceanic flight 815 from Sydney. Jonesing for a hit only an hour and a half into the flight, Charlie worries the flight crew of the plane, and gets chased into the bathroom, where he takes only a small hit of drugs before the plane starts to go down.
parents;; Megan and Simon Pace
siblings;; Liam Pace -- Brother. Karen Pace-- Sister-in-law
other;; Neice -- Megan Pace
;; roleplaying
sample;;
"So, if I tell you he's lying in bed with a beautiful young redhead, does that mean I get his birthday gift? And please tell me this involves you in some sort of slinky teddy 'cause that would be smashing.."
Charlie peered into Liam's room, frowning slightly at the site he saw Liam lying in bed with, in fact, a redhead. He was starting to come down, and he fumbled his cocaine vial in his hands. "Oh, darling, you know I would nothing more than to kiss your ass. I'd kiss other parts of you if you want me too." Charlie felt a grin cross his lips. "Lovely, I'm gonna have to let you go. It's four in the morning and unlike your darling boyfriend, I haven't slept in about 10 hours. Oh, no. No, lovely, never. I will, I'll have him call you when he wakes up. And yeah, 'course I was just kidding, Kare. He loves you, sweetheart, more than you know. Of course. Love you too. Ta."
Charlie hung up the phone, and moved to uncap the vial. He felt horrible lying to Karen, but what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her, would it? He scooped a pile onto the small sthingy, and bent down, sniffing in sharply. He grit his teeth for a second, bringing it up to do the same to his other nostril before he brought a hand up, pinching at his nostrils. He screwed the cap back on and pocketed the vial once again.
It only took minutes for the coke to work, and Charlie felt his energy once again bounce up. Heroin would bring him down later when he wanted to come down, but for now, the energy was welcomed. It was four in the morning; Liam had been sleeping since 6 the last night. "Bloody bastard, you need to get up." Charlie said, pushing the door to Liam's room open. He moved, standing at the edge of the bed with a frown. "Liam." he said, watching as neither his brother, nor the girl on his bed moved. He moved, hopping over the endboard to land on top of Liam's legs. "LIAM! LIAM! LIAM!" he said, bouncing on the bed with a large, smart-ass smile. Sure, part of it was the cocaine, but part of it was just the feeling of being on top of the world.
While his brother jerked to awareness, the girl didn't, she merely groaned and rolled over onto her stomach.
"Wakey-Wakey, dah-ling! Happy birthday, big brother! And to mark this special occasion when you decided to make your grand entrance into this world and sleep with everything that has a pulse, I give you two things." Charlie reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out two items. "A special visit from the wonderful lady in white, because who doesn't like coke in the morning? And--" Charlie held a paper, the widest grin on his face. "A notice of most wonderful news. DriveShaft is now headlining at the Abodiginals where Stephen Hammers, one of the largest record producers in Australia, has invited us to play personally. Which, my dear brother, means one simple thing." He watched as a sleepy smile spread on Liam's face. Charlie's could have broke his face in two. "Mr. Hammers has offered us stay at the finest hotel in Sydney, thousands of girls at our disposal if we so desire and for only one show, 3 hours of dirty, hot, sexy musical goodness...a half million quid. Each. In cold, hard, cash-y money."
"Charlie, you're--you're jokin'--"
Charlie paused, and then narrowed his brows, as if sad. "You're right. I made it all up." Charlie said, sadly, and then hauled off, smacking his brother hard on the shoulder with a smile. "HA! You believed me, you stupid sod! Now get the bloody hell up! You have got to warm up those lovely vocals, my dear brother. And I have to get some sleep."
Charlie bounced off the bed, and made to the door. "Happy birthday, you old sod! WE'RE GOIN' TO AUSTRALIA!"
OR:
"I swear, you bane of a bird, if you do not leave me alone...I'll think of something seriously not nice to do to you. I'll feed you to the bloody dog. He's been watchin' you for ages. Bidin' his time, he is."
Charlie walked alone the beach, glancing as he did to the black raven-type bird with a small patch of white on his tail as it walked beside him, leaving small y-shaped prints in the wet sand as he walked. It squawked loudly. "I already told you," Charlie said, almost exasperated. "I don't have any food! You're a bird, you bloody bastard! Y'have wings! You can go catch food from like, the tippy-tops of the trees, and yet, here you are, bugging me."
The bird squawked in response, and Charlie frowned. "Don't you dare take that tone with me! I could easily cook you up for a nice chicken dinner!" Charlie arched an eyebrow as the bird squawked again, and he shook his head. "Don't use your cuteness as a defense. I refuse to let it phase me. Now, shoo." Charlie made a dismissing motion with his hand, only to find the bird hop up into the air and onto the rockstar's shoulder.
"I wouldn't want to eat you anyway. You'd probably give me Ebola--OW!"
Charlie frowned as the bird pecked lightly at his temple, and he frowned. "You're lucky the Turnip likes you."
As Charlie mentioned Aaron, he smiled as his eyes came upon Claire's tent. He moved to it and smiled as he saw Aaron in his baby crib. "How's the little Turniphead doin', eh? Lookie here, look! Mr. Squigglebottom wants to say hello! Say Hi, Mr. Squigglebottom!" The bird squawked in responce and Charlie smiled widely as he watched Aaron clap his little baby hands.
"You give him Ebola and I will pluck out each of your feathers one by one and then roast you over the fire and feed you to the dog." he told the bird, and watched as Mr. Squigglebottom hopped down into Aaron's cage.
"Now be nice with him, Aaron, now. He doesn't like his feathers pulled."
Charlie narrowed his brows worriedly as Claire said she wasn't feeling good. "You aren't?" he asked, concerned. He moved, bringing a hand to press against her forehead. "Claire, you're burnin' up, love." he told her worriedly, and remembered rather frighteningly that they no longer had a Doctor on the beach. "I should see if I can find the doctor's aspirin stash. That'll make your head feel better." The last place that Charlie had seen the doctor's medical stash was down in his tent, and with Sawyer gone as well, Charlie was sure it was still there.
She asked how long she had been asleep, and Charlie shrugged slightly as he looked around, grabbing a water bottle that was by the entrance to her tent. "Dunno. You were asleep when I got up here. Probably not long." Charlie grabbed a cup, looking at the bottom of the inside before pouring some water in and dumping it out to rinse it out. He poured some in her glass and hand it to her. "Here, drink. You'll get dehydrated if you don't drink."
Claire's eyebrow arched as she looked at Charlie's bird, and he felt himself smile slightly. "That's Mr. Squigglebottom. I thought he had gone, but he came back after the sky turned all purple." he said with a nod, and her confused look only furthered. "I found him the day after we crashed. He woke me up by tapping on my head, the bastard. I didn't know what to name him, but he's got a squiggle of white on his bum there. Now he won't leave me alone." Charlie shrugged slightly. "He doesn't hurt anyone any, besides, he lets me know if people are talking to me or coming. It worked real well when I couldn't hear hardly anything."
;; behind the character
name;; Sammeh
age;; 22
gender;; Female
years roleplaying;; 8+
location;; Las Vegas
How You found us;; PFT
