Chloe July Andreu

[Chloe Andreu]

CHLOE ANDREU




Basic Information;

Character's Full Name: Chloe July Andreu
Nicknames: Little Red
Age && Birthday: 17 && March 16th
Occupation: Permanent In-Patient with Chronic, but currently un-diagnosed Fibrodysplasia ossificans progressiva (FOP)

Appearance;

Chloe has a pretty face with a classical ivory skin tone and long, curly-tipped black hair. Her green eyes are lovely, though they seem constantly to be filled with near-tears and pain. She likes to wear ruby lipstick and though she’s forever stuck within the hospital she doesn’t mind the white hospital gown, it doesn’t hurt her as badly to have put on every morning.

Her paleness comes from having been kept indoors often, not through any pursuit of the coloration, as Chloe loves the sunlight. However, her lack of it has caused her to be relatively freckle-free aside from a few spots on her hands and a single dot on her shoulder which she occasionally claims to be a birthmark. She doesn’t have a single tattoo, nor does she have pierced ears, but that doesn’t make her ivory smile any less pleasing.

And that’s about where the ‘outer beauty’ of her ends. Chloe is, as anyone would expect of a chronic patient, fairly sickly looking. Bags hang under her eyes, and she barely moves without uttering a yelp of some sort, having caused her to be incredibly soft-spoken in nature (though some have argued Dr. House could be the reason for this as well).
Chloe has barely any breast, and no child-bearing hips to speak of. She used to stand at 5’4” but now she’s lucky to stand up high enough to reach 5’0”, or stand up at all. Her feet have been deformed since as far back as she can remember, her mother loving liking to joke and call her “big foot”. The toe of her feet have grown still yet and seem to have compressed together, making walking difficult for her. This was never too great of a concern, though it is an easily overlooked symptom of her disorder, as even in the hospital she enjoys wearing fluffy pink slippers to cover up the matter and her walking gait is very slow and shuffled, almost as if she’s always strolling somewhere.
When bothered by the gown, or cold, she’ll wear a large red sweater her mother gave her which has large enough buttons that her fingers can easily get the outfit on her without help. Her fingers themselves are small though some twist in asymmetrical angles occasionally.

Chronic pains cause her to often cry, and her face is often flush from the morphine she’s given to attempt to help her. She can often be seen scratching herself due to side effects of the drug.

Odd protrusions from her spine of bone mass have appeared, as well as in her arms and at the base of her skull, though these don’t seem to be painful outside of causing her to need to wheelchair and to slouch forward often, despite constant reprimands that slouching isn’t going to help her back problems any.

Personality;

Soft-spoken, Chloe is very much the type to be stuck in her own head. She’s easily bored by the TV, but isn’t very personable, so occasionally she’ll lay and whistle to herself to break the silence – as she’s not comfortable when everything is quite. Her mother is often visiting, but she does have to work, so Chloe is very often left alone to deal with her pain and boredom as she pleases. Often, what pleases her is attempting to escape. She can be a troublemaker in her own right, as though she’s been suggested to not move since moving itself causes her pain – but she’ll get up, head strong as she is, to try and walk anyways. When Chloe’s upset, she doesn’t say anything. Chloe is all action; so when she doesn’t like how the staff is treating her –she’s apt to try and run off.

Eccentric in her own right, Chloe can be a prankster as well, and she’s very passive-aggressive. She’ll never yell, though she does often cry (more from emotional and physical stress). Raising her voice is one of few things that wouldn’t hurt her, and yet she simply doesn’t like it when people shout, often getting uncomfortable when faced with overbearing personalities. She does have a temper, even if it’s hard to find, and she’s quick to shut off emotionally to people who are cruel to her or she feels aren’t out for her best interests. She likely wouldn’t even still be at this hospital if it weren’t for her mother’s insistence on the matter.

She’s also very religious, having been raised Methodist Christian, and while she hasn’t memorized the Bible she occasionally can be very stuck in her ways about issues concerning her well being due to her faith and exceptionally stubborn and defiant.

In Depth

HOBBIES

• Playing piano – or she used to
  
• Compose
  
• Stealing papers from the staff
  
• Writing poetry in her head
  
• Reading (usually very bad) romance novels
  
• Prayer.
  

She’d do more if she could just get out..

LIKES

Chloe loves music, having been one of those girls who dreamed of being a ballerina – though she didn’t have the feet for it nor the balance. However, she did take up the task of learning to play the piano in classical forms and she loves to compose songs, even if they aren’t very good. She’s a romantic sort of girl, and loves anything that seems even remotely romantic, as well as art and poetry. Chocolates and flowers are a favorite gift from stuck indoors, but she loves being outside even more. She greatly has an affinity for nature, even if it’s denied her. Most importantly though, she likes herself and her God.

DISLIKES

She can’t stand sarcasm and she even more cannot stand drinkers. She hates doctors, cannot stand rude atheism, and passionately finds science to be worthless rubbage. Math never really went too far with her either, let alone biology. A personal pet peeve of hers is when people immediately assume she’s incapable of walking or doing anything – and then have the nerve to tell her that they pity her.

BEST MEMORY

“I remember sitting in the park with my mother; I think it was some silly family gathering, but I was really little. I looked up and saw my mother laughing about something – she hadn’t really laughed in a long time, I think. It was beautiful, and then she turned her head and gave me this big smile… I think that was my favorite day. I can still remember the smell of the autumn leaves in the air and the sizzling of hot dogs on a charcoal grill – or maybe I make the smells and sounds up, but it doesn’t matter. It’s my type of heavenly.”

WORST MEMORY

“Probably that time when my ballet instructor yelled at me and told me I was never going to be artistic since I couldn’t dance or do the forms she told me to, but arguably that’s as bad as when the doctors said I had to stay here until they figured out what was wrong with me. I mean, they didn’t have to be so rude…”

History;

Despite her household having lost the 'head' years ago when Chloe was young, her attitude hasn't turned any worse for wear, and her mother often says she's "exactly like him". Chloe has always had her head in the clouds, and when she was very young she greatly wanted to be a ballerina, though after a very bad run in with a crude instructor she was informed that this would never happen. Instead, her mother (a very strong woman) suggested that God merely hadn't meant for Chloe to dance, but maybe she should write music and sing. Singing didn't work out to well either, no matter how many instructors Chloe had, but piano lessons went smashingly, and she always loved any English teach she found herself near throughout school - yet tragically failed every science she ever encountered thanks to a staunch disinterest.

Chloe went to church every Sunday, and had a crush on a boy she went with, one who later became her freshman year boyfriend, though quickly they broke up. He was always running around, and madly in love with the wilderness, something he taught Chloe in their short puppy love romance.

After a very unfortunate fall from a tree, Chloe tore some muscles in her back which the doctors strangely found had ossified, turning to extra bone from her spine. The pain was intense, and she had them surgically removed.

Only she was quickly back in the hospital a year later with the bone protrusions back and worse than ever, making her walking difficult. Assuming she had an issue with her skeletal structure, Chloe remains under surveillance for this strange disorder that seems to have overcome her.

Family Relationships;

>>Julia Abigail Andreu; 47; living; sweet and kind though incredibly controlling over her daughter. She works twelve hour jobs and often cannot stay the night with her daughter due to having a very erratic schedule and pulling 60 hour weeks often just to afford the hospital bills.

>> Mark Ezekiel Andreu; would be 36; deceased from car accident when Chloe was very young and she does not remember him.

>>No siblings.

Your RP;

Whistling to himself a song he’d caught wind of on the radio, Anthony Delacroix had pleasantly sat himself down in a room he assumed was aimed for relaxation. He didn’t particularly have, however, a state of “relaxed”. He’d gotten himself dressed up to go nowhere and for some reason he’d been staring at the sides of his dress shoes for at least an hour, looking half as if he were thinking and half brain dead at the same time thanks to the nonexistent expression on his face. He’d still been yet to hunt someone down and kill them – at least the way he liked to. Daddy’s death had him smiling for a little while, but he’d gotten bored of that. He needed to be excited, but for some reason he’d yet to muster up the actual desire to wander onto “Survival Island” and do something about it. When his mother died he hadn’t done much of anything for awhile, and now that his father was dead he didn’t really feel like doing much of anything either.

The lust to find passion still persisted; it couldn’t be silenced, but his father had taught him how to find happiness. The man deserved a little bit of mourning time – even if Anthony wasn’t entirely sure how to “mourn” someone. In fact, he wasn’t entirely sure the point of mourning but that’s what people did in the books, and that’s what Anthony was determined to do.

He debated going through his things for a book about the death of a loved one. He’d bought plenty of books on coping in the past, because he liked to try and show people that even if they’re family dies they can be happy. He had a therapist buy him one once, too, and he wasn’t about to start complaining about any of them. Most read with an intonation of pity, but even Emil could pretend he felt pity. That didn’t mean it was true. He doubted the author of most of these books cared either, but people could be pretty good pretenders when they wanted to be.

Emil let himself smile slightly. At least his father had died pretty. That’s all that really mattered in things. He’d even taken a very lovely photo of it. The thought of the picture made Emil finger the camera strung around his neck. He pulled the camera upward to his face and turned it on, digital display saying it was half-dead. He’d need to charge it, but regardless he smiled when he looked at the picture he took of his dad’s bleeding neck.

“Hehe. Daddy was always funny…” were the words he whispered to the camera, laughing hollow though his smile seemed genuine enough. There wasn’t anything funny about his father, or the picture, but people usually said things like that when they were mourning. The books said so. No, if he was properly mourning he needed to refer to his father as if he were still alive. He hadn’t gone through the “denial” period yet. Darn. He’d have to practice on this ‘mourning’ business.

;Anything else?

name;;Stigma
years roleplaying;; Eight…
location;; D: Central time, U.S. is all you need, yo’.
How You found us;; >… Myst, honestly, which is why I came back and gave the site a good look-over and though it’d be nice to join (not FOR her, but I at least found it ‘cause of her).

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