GOLD, CHLOE KAYLA

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CHLOE KAYLA GOLD.

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FOURTEEN. FRESHMAN. PHASMA. MAKENZIE WEINMAN. CLEO.

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NAME: Chloe Kayla Gold, purty innit?
NICKNAME: Clo
AGE: fourteen
DATE OF BIRTH: June third
STATUS/INTERESTED IN: single/men

EYES: Bright green
HAIR: blonde and long
STYLE: Chloe wears very flowy clothing, but not a lot of it. She’s a minimalist, she hates wearing more than one layer of clothing.
BODY TYPE: Chloe is short, just below average, and insanely skinny. She’s about 5’5 and 103 lb
UNIQUE FEATURES: None, no piercings, no tats, no scars.

DISNEY SPIRIT: Cleo, from Pinocchio
LIKES:

• Attention
  
• Swimming
  
• Sparkly things
  
• Cats
  
• Candy
  
• Make up
  
• The colors orange and yellow
  
• Spicy food
  
• Taking charge
  
• Day dreaming
  
• Musicals
  
• Puppets
  
• Paris
  
• Painting
  
• Being the center of attention
  
• Dancing

DISLIKES:

• Sitting still
  
• Being forgotten
  
• Being lost
  
• Bland food
  
• Dull things
  
• Heights
  
• Whales
  
• The dark
  
• The quiet
  
• Paris, Texas (blegh, false advertisement)
  
• Being underestimated
  
• People who don‘t like feet
  
• bubblegum smacking
  
• Being alone
  
• Being told what to do (well, most of the time)

SECRETS:

• Broke her cousins arm on purpose
  
• She sees dead people She’s scared of the dark
  
• She’s not a virgin, so ssh!

FEARS:

• The dark, but she doesn’t want people to know
  
• Being alone
  
• The open ocean
  
• Being rejected

GOALS:

• To have a home in Paris, France
  
• To have her own art studio
  
• To speak French fluently

PERSONALITY: A first look at Chloe makes you think, my what a pretty little girl. And when she opens her mouth and her voice is so smooth and sweet, and she says vulgar language that doesn’t match her voice at all. Chloe has spunk, and when she’s not acting sweet, she’s acting like one of the guys.

Despite her traveling, Chloe has lived a very sheltered life, she’s insanely naïve about a few things, such as love and how cruel life can be. She’s very affectionate and she sometimes lets it go too far. Chloe loves to be affectionate and have affection returned to her.

Chloe loves to daydream, just let her mind slip into a psychedelic little daydreams and paint. Daydreams to her are like books and movies to others, she doesn’t read, too boring, she doesn’t watch movies because she’d have to sit still, but her daydreams anything is possible and she could do anything.

Chloe haaates being alone. Her worst fear is to be trapped alone in the dark with no sound or anything. She always has someone with her, and if she doesn’t, she has music blaring as loud as it’s allowed.

Chloe has what’s known as Only Child syndrome. She can be a selfish brat every now and again, and is very angry if her parents attention is stolen from her. She will get violent if you put too much pressure on her.

But really, Chloe is a sweet girl, sweet as can be. She can be a perfect angel if she wants to, and some people might try to use it to their advantage.

MOTHER: Anna Gold nee Baya - Art Critic
FATHER: Lucas Gold - Historian
SIBLINGS: None, Chloe is an only child
OTHERS: Just that cousin whose arm she broke, but they aren’t important. The git.
HOMETOWN: Her suitcase. That’s her home. But if you mean where she was born, that would be Australia, and she was only there until she was alright to travel in planes or on boats.
BRIEF HISTORY: Anna and Lucas Gold were in their late thirties when they had little Chloe. They were both well adjusted in their traveling careers, they didn’t know how to bring a child into that. Abortion or adoption were not options to them, they were too cruel. So it was decided that they’d travel by ship while Anna was pregnant, and stay in the City where Chloe was born until she was old enough to travel.

The gold family lived an entire year in Sydney, Australia, before packing their bags and heading for New York. They traveled their whole lives like that, Chloe being raised in airplanes and on ships, in museums, the only real constants she had were her parents and her bright yellow duffel with the orange fish painted on.

Despite Chloe’s world travels, she was extremely sheltered. She was kept from the bad areas of the cities they visited, taught only what would keep her a pure and innocent little girl. And she remained that way, even as she grew older and her parents hired day nannies so that she could travel around the cities as her parents worked.

Chloe didn‘t like the nannies, they didn‘t let her go and explore like herself. So when she was but eight years old, Chloe ran off from her day nanny to explore Paris by herself. She ran all over Paris, just being herself. Her favorite things to watch were the street performers, in particular the little puppet master. He was only three years older, but he had the attention of several children as he told stories with his puppets.

She watched him, awestruck at his mastery over the puppets. And once the show was over, she made her way right towards him, introducing herself. The boy held no expression as she talked to him, but only said his name before asking where her parents were. Chloe shrugged at that part, and remained fascinated with the boy. Colin Andrei, a puppeteer on the streets of Paris. He led her towards an underground city of sorts, full of children like her. They all spoke French too, not like Colin Andrei.

Chloe stayed with them for two days, until Colin Andrei took her out to the city again. She was supposed to be pick pocketing, but she didn‘t know what that was. Chloe, who didn‘t want to seem stupid in front of someone like Colin Andrei, didn‘t tell him that she didn‘t know what it was or how to do it, just went along with it.

On the topside, Colin Andrei let out Chloe and two other children younger than her into the crowd as he began his puppet show. Chloe just wandered around the crowd, until a hand on her shoulder stopped her. It was her father.

Her father hugged her tightly, crying and asking where she‘d been all this time and how he‘d been so worried. Over her father‘s shoulder, she caught the eyes of one of the children from that world down below, his eyes widened, and he disappeared in the crowd. Colin Andrei closed the Puppet show soon after as Chloe was carried away.

She had missed her father, but in the two days she‘d been out of her parents’ little bubble of innocence and safety they had kept her in for her entire life. She had lived. Her parents had been so worried about her, her mother cried as soon as she had Chloe back in her arms. The next day, they got aboard a plane and went to Japan.

They never went back to Paris again. They went to everywhere but Paris. And for the next six years, Chloe spent her travels wishing she could make the plane, or train, or ship, go off to Paris. She had fallen in love with that delightful city and all it‘s people.

When Chloe was ten, she was on a ship to Ireland, and the ocean was rough with the presence of an oncoming Hurricane. The ship rocked with the waves, and as Chloe was a child, she was frightened of the Ship overturning and drowning both her and her parents.

The ship made it through the storm, but Chloe made her parents swear that they‘d never take another boat anywhere, all planes and trains. Chloe was scared of the ocean now, how easily it could kill everyone aboard a ship, how powerful it was and how many monsters it held.

Her parents kept their promise, wanting to give their daughter everything she asked for as long as they kept her safe. Except Paris.

When Chloe was thirteen, she spent a month in Hawaii. There she met a man, a surfer, who she met as she swam in the shallow portions of the ocean, in front of the sand bar. She could always see the beach not too far off.

The man was very kind to her, whispered to her sweet words, and offered to teach her how to Surf. Chloe had no interest in surfing, but she did like to watch the man. He was a Hawaiian native, dark skin and hair, and he was so beautiful. Chloe fell in love with the man, though the man had wicked intentions for her. He took her out at nights, to bonfires, parties, and on little dates. Then one night, the night before her parents plane was set to go to Spain, Chloe gave the man the only thing she felt that was hers to give. She slept with him.

And then Chloe never heard from the man again. Now, if this were a clichéd story, Chloe would have gotten pregnant, she would have been heartbroken. But that didn‘t happen, they had proper contraceptives and Chloe knew she would not have been able to keep a relationship with her constant travels.

After Spain, the family made a trip to her parents hometown in Australia, where she met her Cousin Angus and her Aunt Patrice. Her cousin was some sort of sports star and an excellent painter. Now Chloe, who had had her parents entire attention for most of her life, didn’t like this one bit. And her cousin, despite being a sports star, was only a runner. And Chloe was a swimmer, she had her muscles tone to cut though the water, and she could easily take her cousin. When their parents were busy, she started making rude comments to her cousin, who had a surprisingly short temper. They ended up fighting, fist fighting. Angus had tried to aim a fist at her eye, but she ended up kicking him in the stomach and when he was down, she stomped on his arm.

She‘d gotten into a lot of trouble for that. Even more when she didn‘t apologize even when it was entirely her fault and she knew it. She was on Hotel Arrest for the next three months until a letter came addressed to her at a Hotel in Winnipeg (that‘s in Canada). It was from school called ‘J. Cricket Academy’ in Ireland. She‘d been to Ireland before, it was nice. But what had captured Chloe‘s interest in the school was that she would be able to stay there, and be her home for four years except for summer vacation. She wouldn‘t have her life scheduled by plane and train schedules, and she‘d get a proper education.

Chloe begged and begged her parents to let her go to this school, until finally they agreed. And just like that, Chloe had a permanent place for the next four years. When she got to the school, she was surprised to see the puppeteer from Paris, the one who had let her fall in love with the city of love. She had latched herself onto him as soon as she found out it was him, much to his chagrin. She nominated herself as his unofficial official little sister, even if she was happy and sweet all the time.[/blockquote]

MAGGIE. NINETEEN. CENTRAL (ALABAMA). 2+ YEARS. PM OR EMAIL.

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