Charlie on - Charlie
Marry and love my Jace Bear

33 years old
Lawrence, Kansas
United States

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Member Since:January 06, 2018

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ั•ั”ฯ‡ัƒ ยขฮฑั‚ั”ัƒั”ั• ะฒฮฑฮทั” {M Loves Winter}

Dec 29th 2019 - 11:18 PM

You can message me now I took the setting off.
ั•ั”ฯ‡ัƒ ยขฮฑั‚ั”ัƒั”ั• ะฒฮฑฮทั” {M Loves Winter}

Dec 29th 2019 - 11:16 PM

That's because I took messages off so that if anyone else requested me they couldn't message me for sex haha.

May 11th 2019 - 7:17 PM

MAX GUEVARATHE QUEEN MARYfeaturing Charlie Angel
The smell of the salt water was refreshing โ€“ being born in Wyoming and then spending her life on the run left Max with very little opportunities to go to the beach. Even with the hustle and bustle of the crowd, there was something relaxing in the aroma of the ocean; must be why they made that scent into candles. She closed her eyes and inhaled, enjoying the peace it brought her for just a moment longer and as she exhaled, she opened her eyes and faced the ship โ€“ the Queen Mary, named after Mary of Teck. The ship had survived itโ€™s run as an ocean liner in the 30s to the 60s before finally being retired in 1967. It now operated as a hotel in Long Beach.

She would have the Men of Letters and their binder of information to thank for the history lesson. The strived to keep her informed and prepared to take on any ghost or ghoul she was sent to face, after all that was why she was created. Cooked up in a lab to be the perfect hunter, a man-made Slayer though without all the bells and whistles and prophecy of the actual Slayer. No, whereas Buffy was the outcome of a work of shamans and magic men, Max was the work of science. DNA finely tuned and altered slightly with animal DNA to ensure that she was faster, stronger, smarter and had more keen senses than your average human. So really, the Men of Letters were protecting their investment by keeping her prepared and safe: she was a multi-million-dollar science fair project.

Still, knowing the history didnโ€™t seem to help in this hunt, not when the victims were recent. While the Queen Mary was always rumored to be haunted, even earning its name as one of the most haunted locations in America, there were never casualties in the past. You had the occasional tourist get spooked by something and report it of course, countless articles and even Buzzfeed Unsolved videos, but nothing that ended bloody at least not until recently. Something had shifted, so the history book provided to her was useless, and so she chucked it in the trash can before digging through her bag and pulling out her Bluetooth headphones, putting the buds in her ears and turning her iPhone onto shuffle. Middle Child by J. Cole came on and she fell into a rhythm as she boarded the ship and made her way to her suite.

This hunt would be difficult, normally she was able to play the game more discreetly, only having the stories of the family to go off of, however with this her crime scene so to speak would be constantly populated and contaminated by tourists whoโ€™d heard of the recent deaths and came to stay and the grisly hotel. Witness accounts would be altered with fabricated stories of people dying to be a part of the lore that made this place so fascinating to those who had never actually seen a ghost.

Max stayed in her room for most of the day, waiting for the night to fall in hopes that most of the tourists and drunks wouldโ€™ve made their way into their rooms, leaving her free to wander around the ship. Not knowing which of her tools would prove useful, she tossed her backpack over her shoulder and quietly crept out of her room. The ship was quiet for the most part, with only a couple of people still walking about, but they werenโ€™t in her way. She was going to a particular room, one that up until the killings had been heavily marketed as haunting but was now off limits: room B-340. Once she found it, she used her enhanced strength to twist the locked door knob, breaking it and allowing her to enter the room. She hurried inside, closing the door behind her and flipping on the light to discover she was not alone. In front of her stood a woman about her height with flaming red hair holding a silver .45 Colt 1911 in her hand.

Upon seeing the gun aimed at her, Max raised her hands in defense โ€“ she was never one for guns. โ€œWoah, easy Tex.โ€ She said calmly, though she could do nothing to hide the uneasiness in her brown eyes. She looked quickly from the gun, to the eyes of the woman holding it, to the EMF reader on the bed. โ€œOh, come on, donโ€™t tell me youโ€™re one of those Ghostfacer girls.โ€ She groaned in annoyance, her nerves about the gun pointed at her mellowing slightly at the thought that this woman may just be some nerd looking for Casper. โ€œLook, why donโ€™t you put the gun down and we can handle this like adults.โ€ She offered, using her nice-girl-customer-service voice.

Realistically, all she needed was an opening and she could have this woman on his ass in the blink of an eye, but she seemed to have her guard up too well for her to risk getting shot. She may have been a lab-rat, but she could still be killed and getting shot still hurt like a bitch and she would rather avoid the bullet hole in her body if she could.

[Sorry itโ€™s a bit of an info. dump, I was trying to fill in a bit of the character background before getting to the exciting part.]

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Jan 20th 2019 - 5:34 AM

Roxy smiled as she noticed the twins yawning. "I think its nap time." She giggled as they tried to stay awake
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Dec 20th 2018 - 11:32 PM

Roxy smiled helping the kids decorate the Christmas tree. She still couldn't believe she had a family again. She was beyond grateful.
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Nov 3rd 2018 - 10:02 PM

Roxy smiled picking up little dean,"Thank you so much again for giving me a home and a family too."
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Nov 3rd 2018 - 9:54 PM

Roxy smiled at the young redhead, "thank you, Dean has been the one decorating. I have never seen him so excited."
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Sep 17th 2018 - 8:42 PM

Roxy smiled letting charlie in. "You never have to call, you are always welcomed! You are family after all." The young blonde smiled helping charlie with her bags
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Aug 30th 2018 - 10:52 PM

I love you.
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Aug 25th 2018 - 11:39 PM

Roxy had just finished cleaning out baby from their latest hunt well Dean was showering off the grime from the demon they had just killed when the doorbell rang. The blonde wiped her hands off on a rag as she walked up to the door to see Charlie. "Char!!!" she scooped up the tiny redhead into a hug. "I've missed you!"
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