Chloe McNeil, Edited a bit...

[Chloe Rose McNeil]

WHATSOEVER I'VE FEARED
HAS COME TO LIFE
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Chloe Rose McNeil
Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep.




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I guess there's 21 hours to waste,
and Puppy would love to spend it with you.
Cops are saying trauma after 11.
The spirit attached itself to nobody.
Take a left on Broadway after top sites.
After all planes crash,
and apparently clowns kill.

JUST WHEN EVERY DAY
SEEMED TO GREET ME WITH A SMILE

• • •Nicknames: Chlo, Glo, Glo Worm, Chlo Worm
• • •Age: 17
• • •Birthdate: December 8th
• • •Occupation: None
• • •Sexuality: Heterosexual
• • •Hometown: Acton, ME
• • •Character Type: Creature (Dog)
• • •Play By: Ellen Page

SUNSPOTS HAVE FADED
AND NOW I'M DOING TIME

• • •Talents:

Before Chloe was turned into a dog she was a really good artist. Even as a dog, she can be seen sometimes scratching out patterns in the dirt to make a picture. She's not too bad at it. Her favorite medium used to be watercolor, though she was also pretty good with colored pencils. Acrylic paint, on the other hand, was a bit of a mystery.

• • •Special Knowledge:

Does an obsessive memorization of complimentary and contrasting colors count as special?

• • •Powers and Vulnerabilities:

Like many other dogs, Chloe has a knack for sensing the supernatural and a strong tendency towards detecting earthquakes. As far as the flying around, lighting fires with her mind kind of crap…well she wishes.

• • •Reputation:

Chloe is practically a shadow, was as a human, and still is one as a dog. I’d say her infamy level couldn’t get much lower.

• • •Personality:

Chloe has never wanted anything more than to blend in. Well, to blend in and bring her mother back from the dead, that is. Well okay, she wouldn’t actually try to do that. For one, she has no idea how and two she’s seen Pet Cemetery more times than she cares to admit to. No doubt the same attitude of what’s dead should stay dead counts for humans too. Still, sometimes she wishes…

Other than that, she’s usually pretty reserved. It takes a lot to get Chloe’s goat, so to speak...She doesn't actually have a goat. But she is wacky, artistic, and, in some cases, moody. She hates it when people tell her how sorry they are that her mother’s dead. She was three, for Christ’s sake. She doesn’t even remember the woman. Except she does, just bits and pieces, but she does.

There’s nothing really all that dark about Chloe, she’s kind of your average joe…uh joette who lost her mother at the age of three. Yeah, she gets depressed, but she shouldn’t really be right? I mean it’s not like she lost her mom at age ten or even six where she remembers her really well and stuff. She just has these little memories in her head, like old pictures. They’re kinda fuzzy sometimes if she hasn’t thought about it in a while, but then she makes herself remember and swears never to forget again. She always does.

Of course, now that she’s become a dog, she has no idea what to think anymore. She’s mad at her dad for keeping the talisman from her, mad at her mom for dying without telling her the truth (which is ridiculous...she was three, but still), mad at herself for letting the talisman, the last connection to her mother she had, stolen, and getting herself stuck as a dog. She enjoyed the whole dog thing at first. What’s not to love about running free if you can come back to the life you’re used to? But now she can’t and her dad won’t talk to her (not that it would be a very rich conversation) and she just doesn’t know what to do. But what is a dog if not resilient? She might as well get used to it.

HOW WOULD I KNOW
THAT THIS COULD BE MY FATE?

• • •Family:

-Mother (Deceased): Rose McNeil
-Father: Patrick McNeil
-Grandmother: Lillian Baker
-Grandfather: Boris Baker

• • •History:

Rose Gillian was obsessed with dogs. If there was ever a crazy dog lady, she was it. In fact, she was so obsessed that she started delving into the occult and into demons to fufill her lifelong dream of becoming a dog. If only she’d known all she needed to do was be bit by a skinwalker, maybe she would’ve thought twice about selling her soul for a talisman that would allow her to change back and forth between dog and human forms. But Rose didn’t know.

A few years later, she met a man, named Patrick McNeil. The two of them hit it off, rather well actually. Rose spent her nights as a dog and her days with Patrick. They went to movies and got dinner, and bonded quickly. When they started sleeping together, they were careful. Spermicide and condoms. But, over time, that caution went to the dogs (irony). One night with them both a little drunk and a lot sloppy and bam! Into the world comes Chloe Rose McNeil.

Patrick stayed with his girls, his family. He and Rose even got married. But it was getting harder and harder for Rose to hide her true nature from her husband and, even her daughter. Chloe often called her ‘Doggy’ which was unnerving, to say the least. But somehow, she was also proud that her daughter knew. Maybe she was even a little bit of a dog herself? A mother can dream.

To make a long story short, Rose’s time ran out. A day before her ten years was up, she told Patrick, showed him even. He didn’t know what to do. Their daughter was only three! Three Goddamn years old and her mother was leaving her and for what? Because she’d wanted to become a dog ten years ago? It was unacceptable. It was an abomination, a disgrace.

When Rose died, Patrick sold the talisman that allowed her transformations and raised Chloe on his own. He never told his daughter why her mother was gone, and honestly, would you? All he could do was pray that the demon would leave he and his daughter alone now that Rose was gone. What he didn’t count on the talisman finding its way back.

Get a job. It was the one thing Chloe hear at least twice a week, and every week she went out ‘looking.’ Her looking for a job consisted of her looking for more paints and maybe some new sketchbooks while collecting applications to show her father she was trying. But it was really about the sketchbooks. Chloe had a bit of a thing about sketchbooks.

It was during one such outing the Chloe wandered into a pawn shop in Sanford, looking for an application to show her father. What she found was so profoundly different that it knocked her on her ass. Inside an old glass case was a small, emerald necklace and she didn’t know why, but it called to her. Maybe it was just the right green or maybe she could just barely remember something like it around her mother’s neck from when she was a kid?

She didn’t tell her dad about it. He always tweaked out when he saw her wearing jewelry, although she'd never understood why. But when she put it on…holy hell. She turned into a dog! At first she was terrified and she tried to take the necklace off, but taking it off didn’t work. She just stayed that way. So she picked it back up with her teeth, wishing to be human again. And do you know what? She became human again.

From then on, Chloe slowly, but steadily grew used to the whole being a dog thing. She didn’t tell anybody, not her dad, not her friends, not anybody. But somehow it felt right, ya know? Somehow this made her feel close to her mom, although she didn’t know why. She spent the next two years shifting back and forth, practicing, and enjoying the first bit a tue release she’d ever had. But one day she was out as a dog after school and a man who smelled very wrong, looked very wrong came out of nowhere. She tried to run, but he was faster. Actually, not really faster, he didn’t move, more like...teleported.

He stole the necklace right off her and blinked away with it. Chloe tried and tried to turn back without that necklace, but nothing worked. She didn’t know what to do, so she went home and scratched on the door. When her father opened it, she expected confusion, but what she saw was fear and disappointment. “Go away Rose! Go away! Go away!” And he shut the door in her face. She scratched at the front door for another hour before animal control showed up. He’d called the doggy cops on her, his own daughter. He had to of. In a small town like Acton, the animal control officer didn’t exactly patrol the streets looking for strays.

Chloe did what she had to do. She booked it out of there. Her dad had called her Rose. He never called her Rose. Just wasn't one of her nicknames so why? ...Wait, wasn't that her mom's name? Had her mother had been like this too? Is that why she felt so connected to her as a dog? It had to be! She probably even looked the same as a dog or was he just mistaking any dog for the woman he'd loved? From his reaction, Chloe began to doubt that he'd even loved her mother.

She wandered for days, wondering what to do. She had to get the necklace back, that was pretty clear. Something told her it would be easier said than done, but what choice did she have? But there was more than that. She had to know: where the necklace had come from, how her mother got it, why she'd found it, and why that man had taken it. Her search took her pretty far, but she tried to stay as close to home as she could. She's still kind of hoping to be able to go home one day, if she even has a home to go back to...

I SURE DON'T MIND A CHANGE
'CAUSE I FELL ON BLACK DAYS

• • •Member Title: Puppy on board.
• • •RP Sample:

Chloe sat outside a convenience store, panting quietly in the shade. She kept her eye on the window, scratching absentminded circles in the dirt with one of her paws. Circles turned into hearts and then flowers. Before she knew it, she had a full fledged floral pattern on her hands...er paws. But hey, she had a while before the store was empty so she had to do something. She was pretty sure it would look awful suspicious if a dog got caught stealing food from a convenience store right under people's noises.

It was well into the night before the customer flow stopped completely and the attendant got ready to close up. She watched him move out back, presumably to do a final count before he left. Yes! He didn’t lock the door! Perfect! Sometimes they locked the door before they went out back. Actually, they usually locked the door and she was shit outta luck. But tonight was apparently a convenience store sandwich kinda night. Suhweet!

Peeking cautiously out from her hiding spot, Chloe snuck up to the door, stepped on the pad, and smiled a really doggy smile when the door opened with a little Ding! Ding! Her tail wagged, practically on its own. She glanced towards the back, stretching her floppy ears up as far as they could go (which wasn't too far), but the guy was still tapping on boxes or something. She might've hear a lighter, but she couldn't be sure. Somehow she doubted he was allowed to smoke back there. The strong scent of pot spiraled out from the back room and she snorted. No wonder he forgot to lock the door.

Shaking herself free of the smell, Chloe refocused on the task at hand. The scent of ham and sweet, tangy cheese brushed against her, calling her and she leaned up on the counter to grap a nice foot long sub. Oooh, pastrami!

Ding! Ding! Oh shit! Time to duck and cover. She dropped down from the counter like a dog caught eating the Thanksgiving turkey. It wasn't much different, if you could call a foot long pastrami sandwhich an adequate Thanksgiving turkey replacement. The saran wrapped sandwich was still jutting comically far out on either side of her jowls like a giant sausage. Quickly, she skirted behind a display of dog food (Irony much?), hoping whoever it was hadn’t seen her.

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application by multiplicity! with edits by Forger. lyrics by Soundgarden - 'Fell On Black Days'

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