One x One Partners in Crime [TP and L]

[Tamissa Pines]

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-- Mine --


Name:


Carla Emperatriz McCorkle.


Carla: English name that means "feminine manly."


Emperatriz: Spanish name that means "empress."


McCorkle: Surname of unknown origin or meaning.


Nicknames/Aliases:


Carla goes by a new name in every town she visits and has a multitude of fake IDs, so it'd be impossible to list them all.


Age:


Twenty-three.


Date of Birth:


April 13th, 1992.


Zodiac:


Aries.


Traits:


There are many words that could be used to describe Carla, one of the most common ones being feisty. Although a generally friendly person and very compassionate beneath a thick layer of thorns, growing up in a household like hers led to her being rather uncouth in many respects. Containing an abnormally high level of sass in such a small body, she's prone to snarky comments and unnecessary witty remarks, especially in the presence of any sort of authority. Although somewhat tactless, she's also loyal to a fault and more noble than is probably healthy, more willing than she should be to put herself in danger for the sake of those she cares for, however few of those there may be. Intelligent and resourceful by nature, she can generally find her way out of a sticky situation, whether it be by using the materials she's provided with or using her charm - that's another thing. Carla can be unintentionally charming in her own roguish way, with her cheeky and confident demeanor. She's very stealthy and manipulative, possessing a silver tongue that's perfect for weaving together half-truths and falsehoods to create a believable story. She's not afraid to use her feminine wiles to get what she wants, and is very comfortable in her own skin, seducing many a man and then robbing him blind when morning comes. However, as flippant and gruff as she acts,there is a more solemn layer to her, one that leans more towards silence and tears, one that's far less certain than she pretends to be, but she refuses to let anyone see it.


Appearance:


Carla has an almost hourglass figure, with an average bust for someone her age, thin waist, and slightly wider hips. However, the transition is smooth and works well for her. She stands at only about 5'3, and would be a few pounds underweight if she didn't make it up with her muscle. Being of Spanish descent on her mother's side, her skin is a warm caramel tone and she has lovely almond shaped eyes of a deep brown color, framed by long ebony eyelashes. Her hair is a mess of brunette curls that hang down to her hips, often tangled and pulled back for the sake of convenience. She generally brushes it to the point where it possesses only a slight ripple, but if she leaves it be without brushing it, it's absolutely wild. Her round face, partnered with her simple straight nose and shapely lips, does make a rather appealing image. She is not overwhelmingly beautiful by most standards, but she's definitely pretty. Admittedly, she'd probably be more so if she didn't generally have a cigarette hanging out of her lips and a scowl on her face. Her back, calves and the backs of her thighs are marred by faded scars, and she's often covered in bruises and cheap band aids. Her style mostly consists of whatever she can grab, which is generally outdated t-shirts, old jeans and worn out shoes, the outfit always tied together by the old leather jacket her grandfather gave her. She does own a few more formal articles of clothing, but she saves them for more elaborate schemes that involve seduction.


Likes:


• Freedom.


• Reading.


• Flowers.


• Writing.


• Stars.


Dislikes:


• Thunder/Lightning.


• The authorities.


• Isolation.


• Bruises.


• Blood.


Fears:


• Her parents.


• Isolation.


• Storms.


Biography:


Carla was born in the middle of a storm late to Adam and Lorita McCorkle, two bitter people wed only for access to each other's wealth, and unfortunately for the poor child, the life she led would not be a happy one. Born into a household that had never wanted her, she grew up abused and neglected, having to hide herself from her parents' wrath and all but raise herself due to their negligence. She suffered so deeply from their malicious treatment of her that loneliness became ingrained in her system, to the point where the idea of approaching her peers at school frightened her and she kept her distance out of her own free will. This led to her peers thinking she believed that she was better than them, which led to endless cruelty from them. With the bullying from her peers and mistreatment from her parents, it's no surprise that Carla was absolutely miserable growing up. Things improved slightly when she befriended one of the tougher boys at school in second grade, a boy who was known for picking fights and throwing rocks. No one else saw it, but coming from a similar experience, she could recognize all the signs of an unfortunate home life that the boy displayed, and they bonded through their suffering. He was the only friend she had, her only comfort, and her parents just had to rip that away from her too. When they began to worry that people would take notice of the bruises, they pulled her out of the mainstream school system, claiming that they were homeschooling her. Now poor Carla had to suffer through the abuse all hours of the day, and had no contact with her only friend. She was kept under permanent and torturous house arrest until she was nineteen, when she finally gathered the courage to run away. She's been living on the streets since, stealing and cheating to survive.


Theme Song(s):








by Coldplay +



by Breaking Benjamin.
Five Random Facts:


• Carla does smoke, fortunately not more than a pack a week (meaning she smokes about three a day), but has been doing her best to curb the habit.


• Though she was born and raised in America, Carla has a vague Spanish accent that she picked up from her mother, and is fluent in the language.


• Although she wasn't close with her parents, she did have a grandfather she adored, who unfortunately passed away when she was eight.


• In addition to stealing clothes, Carla sometimes makes her own out of the fabric of clothes that don't fit her anymore.


• She originally aspired to be an author and she still loves writing, but doesn't think she could get anywhere with it.


Extra Information:


• To be developed.

 

[Lotusy]

Name:


Joseph Samuel Reynolds


Nicknames/Aliases: Currently under the alias, "Noel Evans", since he's on the run.


Age:


Twenty three as well. (They were in the same grade, right?)


Date of Birth:


May 25th, 1992


Zodiac:


Gemini


Traits:


At this age, Jospeh can be seen as a gruff, dark, and humorless. He also has a sarcastic streak about him. He's a solemn man who barely ever smiles, and only grunts at people's jokes. Underneath his hard exterior, though, he's actually a huge softie. Whenever he would fight with another boy in school, he would be crying himself dry on the inside. Whenever he sees a homeless person, a woman turned prostitute, or a drug addict passed on the street, his heart would pull against his chest. Since he was raised by a family with strict masculine values, he's always felt the need to hide these feelings. He a man to just let all the stress and emotion pile up inside himself, with no release. In reality, Joseph really needs a shoulder to cry on. The only people he dislikes are self-abusers and anyone skilled at verbally manipulation. In his eyes, these are morally wrong.


Appearance:


Joseph has a thin and wiry frame, courtesy of his countless runs during night-time police raids. While his build is lean, he's tried his best to build up some muscle. The constant stress and lack of sleep has given his face a bit of a sag and some small bags under his eyes. His mother was Asian, and his father was Italian, so he's basically become a mix of the two. He has a warmer olive skin tone and curly black hair, courtesy of his father. He has narrower, dark brown eyes, sitting under his long eyelashes and right above his high, straight nose. His face is ovular, and he has high cheekbones. Genetics gave him a decently sized stick, and he stands at 5'10". While his face and stature aren't handsome, he would probably look better if he smiled. He wears his clothes until they wear out, with only a few spares, so his clothes are mostly faded and gray. He doesn't really prefer any type of top, just going with a t-shirt, or a hoodie, if he can scavenge one. Recently, Joseph got a hold of a pair of slightly beaten jeans that he loves to death. He'll wear them anywhere, anytime. He carries a backpack with necessities like personal hygiene equipment (toothbrush, TP, etc.) and shoes for when he goes indoors. (Though he doesn't wear said shoes any other time.)


Likes:


Hoodies.


Cats (Secret).


Reading.


Anything warm.


Alcohol.


Dislikes:


Law enforcement.


Verbal conflict.


Pent-up stress.


Self-harm.


Manly-men.


Fears:


Verbal abuse.


Darkness.


His family.


Tight spaces.


Biography:


Ever since he was young, Joseph has always had his gruff and guarded attitude. His family always tried to push a hyper-masculine personality onto him. He was raised around sayings like, "Men don't cry," or, "Be strong for your future family". In reality, though, Joseph wanted somebody else to be strong for him. When he was eight, his parents' marriage worsened, and they each brought their anger to him. At school, Joseph almost became a conduit for their abuse. He tried to take out all the pent-up aggression on other students, but he was hurting himself more on the inside. Every rock he threw, he thought it would lighten the load his parents put on him. Instead, he was piling more onto himself. One day, he found a new target: a girl named Carla, who would come to school covered in bruises almost every other day. However, something was... different about her. Instead of pelting her with rocks, he sat down and talked to her. She saw right through his tough act, and they both listened to each other's stories. They became fast friends and comrades, to the point where Joseph even left his circle of bullies to sit with her at lunch. Their friendship continued until the end of fourth grade, when they were both ten. Little did he know that his birthday, the last day of school, was the last time he would ever see her. According to administration, she was pulled from school to a homeschool environment, leaving Joseph alone to his troubles. His parents got more and more violent, and in his senior year of high school he decided that he had enough. Of course, things didn't turn out the way he wanted them to. In a large, escalated fight with both of his parents, he was shoved into and locked in a closet for a brutal 10 hours. Only after he destroyed part of the door did he manage to escape, grabbing a few of his belongings and hitting the road. Since then, he's seen the horrid side of poverty, and done terrible deeds to stay alive, only worsening the stress on himself. He's been in an unstable situation, jumping from city to city in a desperate bid to stay alive.


Theme Song(s): Muse - Knights of Cydonia (Sorry if it's not fitting. I'm not that good with theme songs.)


Five Random Facts:


He actually enjoys reading, and loves to read and critique all kinds of books.


When the lights go out, he's actually a big wuss. The dark scares him more than things like heights.


Recently, Joseph's picked up the bottle. He gained an alcohol addiction as soon as he tried it, and it's been his only comfort.


He really, really loves cats. Street cats, kittens, anything. Kinda makes him feel warm and fuzzy inside, just like alcohol.


He's gained a small bit of survival skills from his local Boy Scouts group. First aid and fire building is within his grasp, but tent-pitching and bonding is not his strong suit.


Extra Information:


None available at the moment.