Greyson, Chelsea

Character Basics
Name: Chelsea Lorraine Greyson
Age: 17
Date of Birth: 12/5/92

Sex: Female
Species: Human

Eye Color: Light Blue
Hair Color: Raven black
Height: 5'4
Weight: 110

Appearance: Chelsea prides herself on two things, her ability to stick her self into any situation and come out alive, and her appearance. She isn't afraid to flaunt it either. She has curly Black hair that ends just after her shoulders. At any given time she may have up to three brightly colored clips in it, and possibly a sparkly bow. She has bright blue eyes that pop out at you the second you lay your own on her. She had plump pink lips usually curled into a grin or a smirk, complemented by a slight chin, that curves around to her small ears. She is about 5'4, not short, but not tall either. Chelsea has a very athletic body. She often likes to run around, and her only mode of transportation at the moment is a bike.

Character Bio
Abilities: Although she is human she does have some abilities, minor to say the least, but they are there non the less. She has extremely good hearing, and she can somewhat manipulate sound. Not on any big degree, and nothing she'd really even notice or anyone else would either, but when she sings, or plays her instruments, it just sounds a little more pleasing to any passerby. Also, she has the ability to never take no for an answer. (She finds it an ability anyway)

Personality: A perfect angel.... Not so much. Chelsea Greyson never was one for thinking before she acted. Never was one for listening to rules. Never was one for any type of conventional thought processes. How could she act like other people? She felt as though they were the weird ones.

Opinionated, stubborn, rebellious, obnoxious, In your face, defiant, feirce, sarcastic. All words that come close to describing this hellion. She is the first to ask why, and the first to break any rule she doesn't agree with. And she's toned down over the years. Chelsea loves being the center of attention and having big circles of friends (now that she knows how to choose them better.) She's acquired a good sense of judging character in her time.

Andy hates it, absolutely hates it when other people are feeling down, or even afraid, she'll do anything to uplift moods. And she hates silence even more. I guess you could say libraries aren't her thing.

History: Nothing really gave way for Chelsea to think the way she does, her parents were normal. She was an only child to two very protective and caring parents. The only thing that could have gone wrong in those early years of development was the little red head being spoiled. And she was. For a bit. When money grew tight, her parents cracked down. They started to yell at each other and her, which Chelsea did not take kindly to. She'd often shut herself in her room (sometimes get locked in there by her parents for acting out), or run away for short periods of time.)

It got worse, her father began beating them, more so the girl then his wife, and began to horde any money that came in to his little safe, only HE knew the combination, only he could give out anything to the others. Her mother left when she was nine, and the beatings got worse. In that time Chelsea learned how to fend for herself, she became independent, getting a few jobs so she could pay her way through school and so she could get at least one square meal a day. It wasn't easy, but she made due. It wasn't until when she went home that she wanted things to change.

One day she got fed up with the hatred she felt in her home and straight up moved out. She packed clothes, her instruments and just went. (She stole a few hundred thousand dollars from her fathers safe on the way) She tried for some time to find out where her mother went to, although she didn't really care too much, how ever bad that sounded. Her mother never did anything to stop the man, to save her daughter, so she was just as bad as him in the raven headed girls mind.

She found her way to Forks, a quaint town, small, but close enough to excitement with out being in the middle. She made money as a street performer in Port Angeles at night, and went home to a tiny apartment above an art store where she worked during the day. It was easy living on her own. Far easier than she thought. Little did she know of the creatures that resided in her town and the surrounding indian reservation. Whose side will she be on when she does find out?

Current Living Area: Forks

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