EVERMORE, channler ((DONE))

[CHANNLER EVERMORE]

N A M E '

CHANNLER PARKER EVERMORE

A G E '

nine teen

G E N D E R '

female

S H I F T I N G '

–Channler is a human, without any shifting abilities…

P E R S O N A '

Channler is very sweet and kind when it comes down to it. She hates the idea of being left alone and likes to snuggle up to people. She believes in the supernatural very strongly and likes to explore. Once she's set on something she's very stubborn and won't come off it until she's done with it. Channler doesn't like to be center of attention but she likes to be close to people who are. Also, she can either be plummeting downward or skyrockting, it just depends on what is going on so far in that day. Her attention span is very small and she suffers from a mild case of ADHD. All in all she's highstrung, loyal and loveable.

S K I N . D E E P '

Channler is very slender in appearance but she does have curves like all young ladies should. Her hair is a little longer then her shoulders and it’s a dark semi-curly brown almost black. Her eyes area a wild dark blue/teal color. Her skin is smooth and a tanned crème color sprayed with light freckles almost invisible on her shoulders.

A . S M A L L . T A S T E '

She blinked, running one pale hand through her wispy dark hair as the fog danced about the twosome. Talbot, that was a strange name but who was she to judge? The youth didn’t know that many girls with the name Channler and most of the them didn’t even spell it her way. A light smile toyed at the edges of her lips, blue eyes dancing glad for some company in the early morning. She reached out her other hand towards Talbot’s taking it in a light grasp to confirm the greeting that had been passed between the two. Not only was this to finish up the friendly greeting but because Channler wanted to make sure she wasn’t dreaming that some weird girl had magically made her way to island in a tiny boat all by herself and just so happened to land by where Channler was daydreaming. Seeing as though Talbot was solid Channler grinned happily but soon the pretty smile had washed away from her face as the older lady’s questions began to spill about in an unmerciful waterfall. What was she suppose to answer these questions with? The island is magic, it chooses its victims well and keeps itself hidden. Oh and you can get killed or turned and don’t forget you can’t escape! No, that wouldn’t be something appropriate to tell the newcomer. “That’s funny, I thought with all the new age technology out there they’d finally be able to know about this place.” That was partly true for a few years now Channler had been hoping, praying even, that the outside world would finally know about Ivory Island and free the poor souls that were anchored to its shore. But of course, Ivory would always escape the grasp of mankind. Channler should know that by now, but she wouldn’t give up. Turning her attention back onto the woman she swept her hand about her, “This world is known as Ivory Island. Where no one can leave and everyone dies.” What a cheery thought perhaps it would scare Talbot or she’d think it merely native folklore.

“Oh and I hope you don’t mind the dark, love. But I should warn you it gets scary when night falls.” Channler wondered absent mindedly if Talbot had realized her electronics didn’t work here or how what little buildings there were had no light coming from their dark windows. Did she notice how even though the sun was coming up there was no fluorescent light pollution here? A grim smile came across the thin lips, as she searched Talbot’s eyes. Did she understand what mess she was in now? Then the fluttering of the papers caught Channler’s always wandering attention and the girl’s fingers itched to snag what looked like a letter and read it, but she fought the new found urge and instead managed a weak smile trying to be a good little Island Greeter, like she had seen those Hawaiian girls be. Sadly though she was without flower necklaces and only had sad information about Ivory. Channler shook it off, no she’d be a good tour guide and try to make friends while she was at it. How old was Talbot? She looked maybe two or three years Channler’s senior. “Sorry Talbot, me and this place aren’t on friendly terms. But hey, maybe you’ll like it just fine.”


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