Charlie Bradbury | Civilian

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✧ Highly Intelligent
✧ Openly Flirtatious
✧ Resourceful

Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Timid
✦ Easily Intimidated
✦ Sarcastic

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Parents: Unknown Father, Gertrude Middleton
Siblings: None
Other Family: None
Important Others: Sam and Dean Winchester
History: Celeste Middleton, aka Charlene 'Charlie' Bradbury's love for all things fantasy began when she was a young girl due to her mother reading The Hobbit to her. Not much else is known about her childhood, other than the one night she will always blame herself for. At the age of Twelve, Charlie got scared at a sleepover and called her parents to come pick her up. On the way to get her, their vehicle was struck by a drunk driver that killed her father instantly and left her mother brain-dead, the woman kept alive only by life support. It wasn't long after this that Charlie committed her first act of 'cyber crime' by hacking into a gaming company's server and stealing an unfinished first-person shooter called 'The Red Scare.' The young woman reprogrammed the game to reflect her own views on politics and released it for free, which lead to her being tracked down, eventually arrested and causing her to go on the run for sixteen years but that did not stop her from going to see her mother in secret, using her aliases to fund her mother's hospital bills.

While on the run, Charlie became an IT specialist at Richard Roman Enterprises, doing her best to keep her head down and her work as solid as possible. It was definitely mind numbing work but it gave her the freedom to pursue a normal life at least even if she did continue to exploit her hacking abilities in her free time in order to make donations to charaties from big companies to assist in helping people in need. The head of the Company, and the man whom the company was named after, Richard 'Dick' Roman was familiar with her computer prowess and sought her out in order to have her hack Frank Deveraux's hard drive which Charlie is able to do in under twenty four hours. Unfortunately for Charlie, her curiosity gets the better of her when she finds a file on the drive labeled "Richard Roman Enterprises." She opens it, finding all of Frank's data on dick which causes her to think that she has 'hacked her way into the loony bin' up until she witnessed her boss being eaten by a Leviathan.

After seeing such a thing, Charlie went straight home having every intention to run as far away from Richard Roman Enterprises as she could but as she was getting ready to do so, Sam and Dean Winchester appeared on her doorstep. Frightened and not trusting anyone, it took some convincing to show her that they weren't Leviathans but once they did, they enlisted Charlie to assist them in keeping the contents of the hard drive out of Dick Roman's hands as well as asking her to read through Roman's emails in order to figure out what he was looking for on his recent archeological dig. In order to do this, Charlie ends up returning to Richard Roman Enterprises and ends up having to flirt her way past a male guard with the help of Dean since she had no experience flirting with the opposite sex. Once she got to Roman's computer, she is able to retrieve the emails and return to her own desk in order to wipe Frank's hard drive. While she was going through the emails, she comes to the realization that whatever Dick was looking for had been found and was supposed to arrive at the airport that day.

This leads Sam and Dean to masquarade as workers in order to switch out Roman's package with an identical one that contains a bomb, however as Charlie attempts to leave the building, Roman figures out what she had been doing and locks the building down. Sam, Dean and Bobby's ghost are able to rescue her, however in order to do so Bobby's ghost throws Charlie to safety, accidentally breaking her arm on impact as he was beginning to turn vengeful and did not know his own strength. After the Company goes down, Charlie leaves town on a grayhound with the promise to disappear and a lighthearted 'never contact me again.'

Charlie was able to live normally for a while, pursuing her interests in the realms of Fantasy with a Live Action Roleplaying game called Land of Moondoor, while still keeping her hacking skills sharp though ensuring that she is does not draw too much attention to herself. She gets a job where she can keep as low profile as possible, working with computers for a small mom and pop type company, keeping their cyber security up to date. She grew very close to the couple that ran the small store and began using her skills to assist them where she could when it came to their financial gains. Of course, wanting to keep under the radar, it was nothing excessive just a few small windfalls here and there in order to assist with upkeep of their business.

Eventually, as her popularity grows within the LARP community, she is named Queen of Moondoor and travels the short distance to Farmington Hills, Illinois to participate in the Great Battle. Everything went well and she remained within the community for a while, at least until the couple that ran the shop she worked at past on. Saddened by it, but having been like a child to them, it came as no surprise that they had left her the small store. She settled in and took over running the store, using it primarily as a cover to continue hacking in peace for a few years, every now and again visiting her mother in the Hospital and making sure that everything was paid up. She'd had a few relationships every now and then, all women but none of them lasted too long, she was far too focused on her work. Charlie had thought that her experience with the Supernatural was over, at least until she opened the door to her shop one day and found herself standing on a road, a sign in front of her her boasting 'Welcome to Zepplin'.



Alias: Carrie
How did you find us?: Riverlily
Experience: 13 years
Other Characters: Amaya Johnson, Rayvn Black, Ryoo Chandler (Demon and Human)
RP Sample: Amaya checked her phone again as she leaned against the trunk of a large oak. It was midnight and if the tip she had gotten was correct, her target would be leading her next victim straight past this spot within the next five minutes. She was dressed in a white tank top and faded blue skinny jeans, with classic black high top converse. She had a black sports bag on her shoulder, packed tightly with

wooden stakes. Clipped to her belt, on her left hip, was a Smith and Wesson custom governor, loaded with .9 mil hollow point bullets,though these were specially made. The tips of the bullets were filled with holy water to combat Vampires and Demons. On her right hip, she had another Smith and Wesson .9 mil, this one loaded with pure silver bullets. Beneath the high tops, strapped to her right ankle was a hunting knife, specially made with a pure silver blade. On her left ankle, she had a third, albeit much smaller gun that she had loaded with blessed silver bullets.

Amaya was a lethal weapon in and of herself as well. Her extensive training in various forms of Martial arts and self defense, along with the combination of her inhuman speed, the ability to see as well in the dark as she could during the day and her superior hearing made the young woman an absolute powerhouse and the pride of The Vampire and Demon Watch Association. At exactly twelve o'five a young couple walked down the concrete footpath, talking quietly among themselves. The woman was gorgeous. She had pale skin, offset by waist length auburn hair and gentle milk chocolate eyes. She was dressed in a cashmire sweater, the V-neck subtly hinting at the lace brazier beneath that seemed to lift the woman's bosom into perfectly rounded mounds.

Her legs were covered by name brand, dark wash jeans that hugged the athletic curve and made her well rounded butt more pronounced. The male, on the other hand was plainer, his dull gray eyes were nearly overshadowed by his dirty blonde, Brad Pitt hairstyle and deeply tanned skin. He was wearing light wash jeans and a black button up that seemed to be a little too tight across the chest. As clear as it was that the two did not belong together, they both seemed relatively happy. The male seemed rather nervous, however. As if he knew that scoring with the woman on his arm should be next to impossible for someone like him. Amaya watched as the couple passed her, neither seeming to notice she was even there so she took to closing them, keeping a fair distance behind. The two walked for quite a while, apparently looking for a more secluded part of the park.

Finally, they stopped under a cluster of trees and sat down. The female seemed to change almost instantly. As soon as she sat down with him, she was practically all over him, allowing him to touch, feel and eventually pull her into the grass along side him as they teased each other. Amaya watched from the shadows, her cool blue eyes resembling ice as she waited. She was bound by some laws, if she didn't see the attack, or the aftermath at least, she couldn't defend the innocent. The woman was so focused on her prey, she didn't notice Amaya, or the fact that there was another vampire in the area. She had allowed the man time enough to feel her up but she couldn't suppress her hunger anymore, not with his pulse thrumming so eagerly beneath her fingertips. Had the man been paying attention, he would have realized that her canines had elongated even as she pressed her lips to his neck. The only thing he heard was a whispered take me...from his companion. He groaned and started to remove her clothes, not wanting to miss the opportunity of a lifetime. He didn't realize that in the next moment, as a sense of such euphoria flooded his mind, causing him to think that they had been at it for hours, the woman's fangs had breached the tender flesh of his neck and she had begun her nightly feast.

Amaya watched with slight disgust as the scent of fresh blood filled her senses. This was the moment she had been anticipating the whole time. As soon as the woman slipped her needle like fangs into his neck, Amaya was moving, using the shadows as cover. Before the woman could even remove a pint, she had a stake pulled from her belt, the silent blur of motion barely visible. She drove the wooden point through the woman's chest from behind, forcing the vampire to release her victim seconds before turning to ash, the slight breeze catching some of it while the rest fell to the ground. The male was clearly in shock. He couldn't comprehend what had just happened. One minute he was in the middle of having a very illicit fling with possibly the hottest woman he had ever seen and the next, there was a pretty blonde kneeling over him, pressing gauze to his neck and pulling out her phone. "W-Who are you? ... Wh-where's Gina?"

Amaya rolled her eyes lightly as the male she just saved seemed to come out of his daze. This was always the hardest part, trying to keep the victim calm and explain why she had just driven a wooden stake through someone. Granted, everyone was different, she could only hope his reaction wasn't violent. "Me? I'm Amaya. Your little friend Gina is ash, trust me,it's better that way. She was a vampire, and from the looks of it... She was out to kill. Hey, Will. Get me a clean up at Saint Valencia's park. I got a Vic too. Male, probably late thirtys. Yea, in the back where we found the others. No, just give me an ETA."The male watched Amaya as she spoke. At first, he thought the platnium blonde kneeling next to him was nuts. Gina, a fucking vampire? They didn't even exist! Though as soon as he started to get up, he felt dizzy and realized that she was still holding the guaze to his neck because he'd been bitten. As she hung up the phone, he managed to get a better look at her. Amaya was more than just pretty. The young woman's gentle, heart shaped facial features were perfectly framed by soft locks of pure, platinum blonde hair that stopped just below her shoulder blades. Her clothes were rather plain but they hugged her curves perfectly. As he met her gaze he realized that he had never seen a shade of blue that was so clear, not to mention so cold. Her eyes looked like glacier ice, both in the soft shade of light blue and the absolute lack of emotion. He barely noticed the fact that she was armed to the teeth. "You... What are you? I mean, are you an angel?"Amaya looked at the male and laughed. She wasn't expecting to be mistaken for an Angel, especially when she was quite the opposite. Her own father called her a hell-spawn most of the time, but she figured the poor guy had just lost more blood than she'd initially thought. "No Sir, I am not an Angel... Not quite a Demon either."

The man looked so confused, and rightly so. Amaya's response was cryptic at best but he didn't get the chance to question herfurther. Another male and two females, all dressed in jeans andt-shirts walked up to them. One of the women, a cute red head wearing a Nirvana tank top took Amaya's spot and looked at the wound on his neck as Amaya stepped away to talk to the male. The third woman walked over to the pile of ash and swept it up into some kind of urn.

Will let his eyes wander over Amaya slowly as he pulled her off to the side. She looked unharmed, which wasn't much of a surprise but he was more interested in going out with her then finding out the little details of what had gone on here. "You're looking good tonight, as usual, Mai. Is this your last gig for tonight, babe? I was thinking about grabbing something to eat,maybe a beer or two... And I thought maybe you'd come with me?"Amaya looked over Will idly. She swore the man tended forget how old she was, and the fact that she was completely uninterested in him, despite his playboy charm and young Gerard Butler looks. It seemed he'd gone all out tonight, though. He was wearing a light blue polo and dark wash jeans with a pair of black dress shoes. As he moved closer, she got a hint of his cologne. Marc Fare. Expensive, and she couldn't deny when credit was due... It smelled good on him, but she still held no interest toward him.

"Will, how many times must I tell you, I'm not interested.... Not only that, I'm only seventeen. Also, even if I were of legal drinking age, I wouldn't go out with you. I don't date co-workers and I certainly will not become another notch on your belt."Will heard the other two women snicker and shot them a glare. It was true, he did have a reputation among the women in the Association as being a total player, but he just couldn't find a woman who kept him interested. He had, in truth, thought Amaya was older, but to no fault of his own. Darren had set her up in her own apartment, helped her get a car and made sure she could live a relatively independent life. She always seemed older, more mature than her actual age.

"You need to relax a bit, Mai! Come off that pedistool daddy has you on and Live! So, we forgo the alcohol and get something to eat, get to know each other more..."Amaya rolled her eyes lightly and shook her head. She knew exactly how to live, and it most certainly did not include 'getting to know' Will, or any other men for that matter. She turned, her job done for the night and started to walk away, Will would never understand why she constantly refused him. Despite the age difference, her focus was on her work. She would find the vampires that had killed her biological parents and kill them, even if it meant going out with them. "A good book, warm bubble bath and soft music is all I need to relax Will. My pedistool has nothing to do with Darren either, as a matter of fact, I'm not even on one. My job, no my mission in life is to find the monsters that murdered my parents and destroy them. Now, if you are done, I have homework to do."



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