Fallon Claims [Human]

[●Fiction●]

Name: Fallon Bridget Claims

Nickname:Fallz

Age:24

Gender:Female

Job:Kennel owner, breeder, and sled racer


Appearance:
Fallon has her own personal style, she can be seen sporting messy bed head hair with a comb in it almost constantly. Also she can be found wearing almost anything, if it sucks she'll make it work, if it rocks oh she'll be wearing it and fucking pulling it off. Fallon believes she could pull anything off and often decided to go with baggy t's and tight jeans. She also loves retro things and retro bands and basically anything that will make her look good (:
height: 5'6
eyes: green/blue
weight: 128 [but doesn't look like it]
shoe: 8.5
hair: Dies her hair allot. Mostly, though, its black or brown.
skin: creamy & rich

Personality: Fallz is the stereotypical girl next door. Not quite wild enough, or cruel enough, or brave enough... She fits into the sidekick role quite nicely, she believes, and she's perfectly okay with that. She's happiest when she has somebody to take care of, giving her a maternal tenderness extended to those who will accept it. She can be excessively nice, which makes her easily controlled, or manipulated, to suit a specific purpose. Charlotte refuses to believe that some people simply don't have an ounce of good in them, which is partly the reason why she is so eager to help everybody. She thinks there's good in everyone, even if it's buried deep, and nobody has bothered to contradict her. Everything in her nature is youthful, including the trademark sweetness, and it seems at times that she's just asking to be schooled in the ways of Alaska. Who can stay innocent for long? That's what she is- naive, and that is unacceptable in a place like this, where emotionally fragile people just don't belong. Lordy, lordy, just wait until the sweetheart discovers that.

Likes:
-Dogs/wolves
-Horses
-Having a good time
-Meeting new people
-Life

Dislikes:
-Death
-Cigarettes
-Animal cruelty
-Terrible people
-Idiots



Home:In one of the Cabins

Marital status:Single

Children:Nope

Father:Jackson Claims

Mother:Thalia Fox

Siblings:Pandora, Poala, and Heather Claims [all sisters]

Pets:All the dogs at her Kennel. Well, most of them.


Theme Song: Battlefield- Jordan Sparks

History: When Fallz was Born it was into a world with two parents and a lot less problems. It wasn't the magical place the world had been but the world wasn't exactly coming to an end either. In 1989 the humans still had control over their little patch of peace. Magical beings were in hiding but there weren't enough gangs circulated to really make an impact on their daily lives, well, that's what she believed anyway. Fallz remembers very little of when her mother was alive. She remembers a young man who used to watch her while she played in the yard, and how she would always kick and scream to get across the street to meet him. She remembers when her mother bought the piano, her father's constant ramblings about how they needed to find a way to integrate and live peacefully. She remembers a lot of words but hardly any pictures. The boy she remembers most of all. Not even her mothers face, her expressions, stand out so clearly as that boy's face does. She does remember a lot of what happened after the event. She spent most of these days with this boy. Way past high school and into her twenties. Then, he died. Leaving her alone and helpless. Fallz decided to move away and take her beloved dogs with her. Opening up a small kennel, so she could breed, sell the puppies, and race her dogs..

[evergreen]

Accepted!! ;D