<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Charisma Fairchild (Angel)</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(http://thumb.dumparump.com/453/3BaNb3o.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><em>But... you know, with wings.</em></span></div> </div><strong>Name:</strong> Charisma Fairchild<br/><br/><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br/><br/><strong>Race:</strong> Angel<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>  Charisma is gorgeous; a pure and flawless classical beauty.  Her skin has the color of veinless white marble, being just a touch of grey and pink off true colorlessness.  Her face is finely sculpted and even she is occasionally distracted by her own beauty, especially her extremely alluring eyes.  Her hair is dyed a gentle brown from its natural lustrous blonde.  Charisma's wings are large and formed of white feathers. <br/><br/><strong>Sexual Preference:</strong> Prefers strong alpha male bad boy types.  She likes her men rough, almost violent, and sometimes more than one at a time.  She will sleep with women when instructed, and might make out with another woman to attract a man, as if it would be needed.  She is an exhibitionist.  She is also working on being submissive sexually, but most of her recent boyfriends have just held her down and pounded her into submission, which isn't quite what she is dreaming of.<br/><br/><strong>Former Gang:</strong> No prior gang affiliation, though she will have been seen in many different gang hangouts, usually lounging against some thugs car or being pumped full of alcohol.<br/><br/><strong>Gang Position:</strong> Charisma's most potent gift is the ability to heal others with a laying of hands.  She is employed as a nurse, finds work as a nude model for projects of artistic integrity.  <br/><br/><strong>Weapon of Choice:</strong> Aside from her healing magic and a few night classes of self defense, she could probably spray and pray with a sub machine gun, but she isn't a fighter.<br/><br/><strong>Additional Skills:</strong> Healing touch, flight, knowledge of hospitals and modern medicine commensurate with her training as a nurse, Daddy's demon lawyer on speed dial.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong> <em>I'm going to wait on this.  </em>  Kind hearted, aloof, attracted to self-destruction.<br/><br/><strong>Bio:</strong> Charisma was raised in a good home, and a religious one.  Her rich parents sent her to a good college, but her innate ability to heal made her a bit lazy, and instead of graduating as a doctor to please her parents, she settled on becoming a nurse.  Charisma enjoys her job, and enjoys healing people.  She used to do a lot of charity work and was an upstanding if naive member of the angel community.  She doesn't say what happened, but at some point Charisma developed a lusting for big cock and controlling men.  She flew from one bad boyfriend to another, and most had various gang ties.  Charisma has gone beyond flirting with bad boys from the wrong side of town and is now in a noticeable downward spiral.<br/><br/><strong>Theme Song (optional):</strong> To be decided</div></div><br/><div class="floatright">(http://www.krasa.by/assets/images/news/Escada_Desire_Me_13.jpg)</div><br/>Charisma felt dirty just hanging out in places like this; the fun kind of dirty and, unfortunately, the regular kind of dirty.  Charisma sits down at one end of a long couch.  It isn't all as clean as she would like, and she needs to angle her back so that her wings do no crush against the old couch.  Angel's tended to keep spacious homes and places of work, but night clubs were rarely that.  The press of bodies was often part of the plan, and tonight Charisma is already sick of strangers rubbing against her glorious white wings, and trying to steal feathers.  It's a dumb prank, popularized by some moronic tv show Charisma has never seen.  In reality, her feathers do not yield easily, and when they it is unfortunately very painful, much more so than a rude pinch on the butt, which she also has to put up with too often.<br/><br/>Charisma knows her wings draw people's eyes, and her shimmering gold club dress will capture them.  The dress plunges deep and wide, exposing most of the small chest she possesses.  The skirt is very short also, and all of her long legs are revealed as she lounged with them out to her side.  For obvious reasons, the back of the custom tailored club dress lies open, leaving her nude all the way down to the top of her butt, though much of the skin is hidden by the large white wings.  Even folded up, the wings were still forever getting in the way.  Right now they rest over the rear of the couch.<br/><br/>Charisma opens her purse and checks her phone for the time, hoping her boyfriend hasn't forgotten about tonight.  She had to trade shifts at the hospital to be available.  A single vodka and orange sits on the arm of the chair beside her, and she sips if very very slowly while waiting.  Miss Fairchild does look out of place, seeming more like a piece of art that a billionaire might want in his office, than a common club goer.  Even for a slumming rich girl, she sets the bar high.  She hopes her latest ne'er do well boyfriend arrives soon.  An orc had been pestering her earlier, though he seemed to be trolling her (no pun intended), as he was already convinced Charisma would want nothing to do with him.  Under other circumstances, she might have entertained his crude and descriptive offers.<br/><br/>