RANDOLPH, Carter Jared

[Carter Jared Randolph]

CARTER JARED RANDOLPH

"i'm not afraid to take a stand"


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I AM BEYOND GOD

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I AM HUMAN
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Full Name: Carter Jared Randolph
Nickname(s): Carter.. maybe Cart if you want.
Gender: male
Age: eighteen
Birthdate: January 6th, 1991
Sexuality: straight

Reincarnate: Yes
I am: Clyde Barrow
Played By: Brian Dales

Grade: senior
Boarding: yes

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OUR SHINING FUTURE

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Height: six feet exactly
Weight: one hundred and sixty-four pounds
Eye Color: hazel
Hair Color: blond
Build: slim, muscular
Scars: long scar running up his arm from when he got into a knife fight with his brother
Piercings/Tattoos: no piercings; tattoo

Personal Style: Generally, Carter's sense of style isn't too complicated. He usually just likes to wear jeans, not even any particular brand. Hell, he's a guy, it doesn't really matter what the jeans look like. A lot of the time they're ripped, but that's because they're worn, not because he spends extra money to get them that way. Then again, Carter's never really had a lot of money, so he wouldn't have been able to afford expensive jeans all the time even if he wanted to. As for his shirts, well, those usually aren't anything too spectacular either, just regular t-shirts most of the time. T-shirts that you can find in particular stores in the mall, like Zumiez, or otherwise stuff you can order online for not that much. (It's sure a lot easier in-store, though, because you can't easily steal online. Ahem.) Either way, Carter's shirt style generally lands him in the brands of Vans, Hurley, etc. Nothing too complicated, as discussed. And his shoes, well, usually some kind of sneakers, usually a pair of Chucks or Vans or something similar. And if it's a hot day, or he doesn't feel like wearing those kind of shoes, Carter's usually just wearing a pair of flip flops. Just like any typical guy, Carter doesn't spend too much time worrying about his outfits.

When he's dressing up, however, that's a different story. When Carter has to look good, well, he's going to look damn good. A trait probably inherited from his reincarnated counterpart, Clyde Barrow, Carter is always ready when he has to dress up for something. In fact, the number of suits that this eighteen-year-old boy owns, it's almost unbelievable. He has one of practically every color, and more than one of regular colors. And yes, he did steal most of them. Well, what did you expect? He is Clyde Barrow, after all. Most of the suits he stole, coincidentally, look like they could be from the 1930s, and hell, a few of them probably are. Maybe even more than a few, but he can't help it. It's almost like he's drawn to them. Carter's grown up stealing, so naturally, this is what's going to happen. Anyways, back to the point. With all of his different suits he also has matching shoes, and plenty of them. It doesn't take much for him to look nice.

Appearance: As any typical teenage boy, Carter doesn't put that much work into his appearance. His daily morning routine before school consists of a shower, and... a shower. Then he shakes out his wet hair, puts some clothes on, and he's ready for the day. It's that easy. His physical appearance, the traits that were already given to him, do all the rest of the work. Carter's blond hair is curly, curly enough that he never bothers to even touch it or do anything with it, because it would be impossible. Thus, a quick shampoo in the morning is enough for him. He always keeps it cut short and out of his eyes. Only once did Carter let his hair grow out, and it drove him nuts, causing him to cut it himself, which didn't end well. No, Carter's mommy still gives him hair cuts, and he's perfectly grateful.

Carter doesn't believe his warm hazel eyes to come off as anything spectacular, but to the girls at Riverdale apparently don't seem to agree. Carter's hazel eyes are arguably his best feature, second to the swirling tribal tattoo he has on his left shoulder, curling down over his pec and slightly brushing his neck. Granted, not many people have seen the full extent of his tattoo, but the tip of it is visible on a regular day when he's just wearing jeans and a t-shirt, and just the thought of a tattoo, well, that gets it up on the list as his best feature, even if it isn't natural.

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HOPE AND HORROR

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Likes: drinking, smoking, taking shots, driving really fast, basically all badassery, music, memories of his past life, stealing, adrenaline rushes, guns, shooting, tattoos
Dislikes: chocolate, the prospect of college, death, fear, texting, newfangled technology, cats, green vegetables, school, waking up early
Dreams: to find the Bonnie to his Clyde... in the most literal sense.
Fears: death, extreme heights, never finding Bonnie... which he doesn't think will happen but it's still a fear
Habits/Hobbies: shooting at targets, smoking, drinking for the hell of it, letting his mind wander and not paying attention to anything around him
Secret(s): Carter always makes it look like he's a total hardass, but deep inside, he's actually a sweetheart. There isn't a single woman in the world that knows that, not even his mother. Or at least, no one from this lifetime.

Personality:
The moment someone meets Carter Randolph, the first word that's going to run through his or her head is going to undoubtedly be "badass." Well, that or hardass. Or anything similar. Basically, Carter is a bitch, if you want to call a guy that. He acts like a total tough guy, and really, he is. He steals, he shoots things, and he's just a badass. Carter's grown up that way, and it's basically his way of life. It's the only thing that he's ever really known, and especially now that he knows who he truly is, he isn't looking to change that side of him, or whole of him, really. Carter has fully embraced his reincarnated self, really not even considering himself to be Carter Randolph anymore, but simply Clyde Barrow. Practically all of Clyde's personality shines through in Carter, and he's basically become him.

Keeping up his tough guy exterior, Carter always acts like he's superior. Really, his Clyde counterpart does think that he's better than everyone else, and can do what he wants, so that shows in Carter. It's ironic, really, because Clyde grew up as a nobody, and so did Carter. Both of them were poor, and had to steal just to live, basically, and were at the bottom of society. And now at eighteen, Carter feels superior to the rest of his class, the rest of his school, and the rest of the world. He's worked his way up from the bottom to where he is now, and even if that isn't too spectacular of a spot right now, he tells himself that it is, and that's enough. Along with his superior attitude, Carter acts like he doesn't care about anything. Sure, when it comes to schoolwork and the like, he truly doesn't care. But no matter what the subject of conversation is, Carter constantly acts like he's heartless, like the only thing that matters in his life is him. Well, for the most part, he kind of does truly think that he's the only thing that matters. But that's because he hasn't met his Bonnie again.

The Carter on the inside, however, is a completely different person. Deep inside, Carter is actually a very sweet guy. He's romantic, the kind of guy that would love to woo a girl with flowers and the whole deal. There's no one that's going to see that side of Carter/Clyde, however. Even in his past life, there was really only one girl that ever knew of Clyde's other side, and that was his counterpart, Bonnie. But Carter is already going through this lifetime assuming that he's never going to find his Bonnie again (after all, what are the chances?), so he's never going to let anyone see his secret side. Not even his mom. Well, his mom almost gets that side of him, because Carter is always polite to her. It's his southern charm, obviously, even though he's not from the south in this lifetime. Clearly that was brought along from his older self, too. Granted, as discussed, Carter basically is his old self. He's become Clyde. The only part of Clyde missing, now, is Bonnie.

PRETTY BOY, PRETTY GIRL

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Mother: Angela Marie Randolph, 39, waitress
Father: Michael Charles Randolph, 40, unemployed (steals)
Siblings: Tanner Michael Randolph, would be twenty, deceased
Melissa Anne Randolph, sixteen
Zachary Joseph Randolph, ten
William (Billy) Adam Randolph, five
Other: none.
Pets: none.
Hometown: Detroit, Michigan, USA

History:

The story of Angela and Michael Randolph was never anything special. The two both came from lower class families, became high school sweethearts, and not long after graduation, were married. They may not have had a lot of money, but Angela had a steady waitressing job, and Michael was always looking around for odd jobs or anything else that he could do to bring in some cash. They never did have a lot, but as long as they had each other, they were fine. A road block soon came, though, in the form of a baby. Angela gave birth to her first son, Tanner Michael Randolph, and after that things were never the same. It was hard enough to take care of themselves, let alone having another mouth to feed. But somehow they managed. Surprise surprise, as always seems to happen with poor families, Angela got pregnant again, bringing another boy into the world, Carter Jared Randolph. Now their family was brought up to four, only making things even more difficult. Try as they might, there was nothing else to do but turn to crime, when Michael was constantly out of a job, no matter how he tried. It's impossible to feed four mouths living off of one waitress's wages, after all. They never took a lot, just what they needed, and for the next two years, it worked. But then Angela had yet another baby, Melissa Anne. Now they had five people in their family, making things almost impossible off of that one income.

Thus at the young age of five, Carter began turning to the life of crime that he had been around since day one. At first, basically he was like a little Aladdin, just nicking bread and things, only stuff that his family needed, which was always food. But as he got older, and when his mom had another son, Zachary Joseph, when Carter was ten, things progressed. Their family was borderline massive for this era, and he was stealing more than ever. Both he and Tanner would go out and get food, but Carter was older now. He loved the adrenaline rushes he was getting from stealing, and couldn't help himself from trying out with bigger and better things. He moved on to department stores, mall shops, nicking anything and everything purely because he could. Hell, he even got his younger sister Melissa into it, even though Tanner didn't approve. Tanner never really enjoyed stealing, and complained when they had to steal even food, though they had to to stay alive. And as they got older, well, Tanner really started to get on Carter's nerves a lot. The two of them, being the oldest, were always trying to look out for their younger siblings (who, in fact, expanded to include Billy in a few years), and were on completely opposite sides of the spectrum when it came to deciding what was best for them. The two were constantly arguing and fighting, ending in a fist fight more than a few times.

And so the years passed. At thirteen years of age, however, things started to get a little weird. Carter would be mid-stealing from a store, and suddenly he would get this vision of being somewhere else, some place that looked like a blast from the past, maybe the thirties or so. He was with a girl, and they would be holding up a gas station or small store. Every time he stole this happened, and it was always a different a store, but with the same girl by his side every time. At first he thought he was just seeing things, but the visions seemed so real... and so familiar. He remembered learning about criminals of the past in school, but Carter had never paid a lot of attention in school, and no matter how hard he thought about it, he just couldn't recall the names he needed. They were constantly dancing at the tip of his tongue but never leaving his lips. This went on for another year before finally Carter couldn't stand it any longer, going to his history teacher and asking. Of course, the first criminals the teacher listed were Bonnie and Clyde, and that was it. It clicked. Clyde. He was Clyde. He was Clyde. Carter pretty much sprinted out of the building after that, his mind reeling. It all made sense now.

Once he discovered who he truly was, Carter shed off his Carter self, accepting his true name, Clyde Barrow. From the age of fifteen he spent all of his waking moments meddling in varying degrees of badassery. As he'd grown up stealing, he had that part of him covered. But it was time to take it to another level. It wasn't hard for Carter to find others his age who were into the same things, and they taught him how to use a gun. He started drinking and smoking, but drinking in particular was his favorite. Clyde never had a problem keeping down his alcohol, so neither did Carter. He basically let Clyde take over his life, but it was always like something was missing: He needed his Bonnie. Now that he knew who he was, Carter knew he was in love. And it was horrible, the pain he felt, living without Bonnie, his other half, his legit partner in crime. It became his life goal to find her again. After all, she had to have come through too, right? He had, so that meant others could too, right? He was going to find her one day. But for now, he was going to focus on his life at hand, and that life was taking care of his family. Tanner, of course, found out about Carter's new depths of his badassery, and he was not exactly pleased. An argument between the two of them got Carter so pissed, in fact, that he pulled a knife on his brother. Well, Tanner may not have enjoyed stealing or anything past it, but that didn't mean he wasn't prepared. The two fought, and Carter came out the better, so pissed that he had no remorse as he watched his brother bleed to death on the floor, nursing the long cut on his arm that would soon become a scar, a constant reminder. But he was Clyde Barrow, he didn't care.

Things weren't the same after that. Carter's parents never knew for sure that he was the one who had killed Tanner, but they suspected him, so proof or not, they sent him off, midway through his sophomore year, to North Carolina for boarding school. Carter started his life at Riverdale High in not the greatest of spirits, continuing right where he'd been at home in Detroit. But this school... it was different. He didn't know at first, obviously, that there was a percentage of the student body that were all reincarnates of greats from the past, like he was. But word got out to Carter, and he was accepted into the secret society at the school, RSOR. And it was like he was accepted. He belonged somewhere. Never before had Carter Randolph felt like he belonged anywhere other than the 1930s, where he could never be. And being part of the group, it gave him hope. Now in his senior year, he's hoping more than ever that he'll me able to run into Bonnie again...

I AM WHO I AM

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Name/Alias: beth!
Other Characters: none as of now.
Age: seventeen.
Time Zone: CENTRAL!

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he could kill him. braxton could literally strangle maverick. braxton, at seventeen years of age, had never been anything of a ladies man, and here his brother (or his half-brother, as he would be sure to point out now after this) had gone and set him up on this blind date thing. and of course, he forced him into it, and braxton had no other excuse to be able to get out of it. it wasn't like he had anything else to do, after all; all of his homework was done and there was nothing else he should be doing at the time. when mav had first introduced the idea, braxton could have hit him. he didn't deal well with girls! he'd only had one relationship in his life, and that had ended horribly. sure, this time the girl (stella, being her name) wouldn't have a problem with his magical powers because she had them herself, but still! this couldn't end well. braxton would just totally embarrass himself. this would be a disaster. he would fail and he knew it. the girl would think he was crazy and stalk off, and start making fun of him and talking about how stupid he'd been with all her little gossipy friends. braxton may not have been a pessimistic person, but he wasn't stupid, either; he knew this couldn't turn out well in the end. things with girls and braxton never ended up that way, which would explain why he hadn't had a girlfriend in two years, ever since his first one. personally, braxton didn't think it could have ended any worse. then again, that was probably true, because how worse can it get when you lose your girlfriend, your first love, and your unborn son all in a matter of minutes?

and so braxton had given up on girls. he would much rather worry about everything else in his life, like struggling to figure out what he wanted to do for the rest of his life, and getting through his schoolwork and graduating with honors. and then mav had gone and screwed that all up for him. this was going to be horrible! he didn't even know what this girl looked like! what if it turned out she was some freaky-looking hermit with big bug eyes? or worse... what if she was pretty? what if she was gorgeous, and braxton ended up tripping over his words all night? granted, that was bound to happen anyway, but if this girl was pretty, then it was going to seem even worse. and she would probably scoff at him, and think he was funny-looking, and leave him stranded. okay, that was a bit of a stretch, seeing as they were meeting at the three broomsticks which was only a matter of minutes from the school, but that wasn't the point. getting ditched at a date was embarrassing, and even if braxton didn't care about this at all, and no matter how much he didn't want it to even take place, he would be so horribly embarrassed if she just up and left randomly. there was a part of him, though not a huge part, evidently, that kind of secretly wanted to please this girl. maybe he could show her a good time. and maybe something good could come out of it.

no, of course not. that was crazy. braxton, those thoughts couldn't possibly be going through your head, no way. you were going to struggle through this night, and then never speak of it again. if maverick asked, it had failed, and that was the end of it. he wouldn't worry about it any longer. so he just had to get through the next few hours then! that didn't sound so horrible, did it? eh, not really. braxton could do this. ah, hell, no he couldn't. but he would try his hardest to not completely make a fool of himself because let's face it, girls are cruel. they don't care who you are, they're going to hurt you. braxton had learned that firsthand, and he truly believed that fact with all of his heart. so screw all the gushy stuff about maybe going home happy at the end of the night, because that wouldn't happen. bam. done. braxton stood nervously outside the three broomsticks, looking up and down the road every few moments. she was bound to show up soon. he tapped his foot a little bit just out of habit, not because she was late. braxton was just early. he was always early. it was one of his quirks. he leaned back against the wall while he waited, a small frown appearing on his handsome face as thoughts of strangling maverick came to mind again. "i'll kill him..." he muttered to himself as he waited, and just as the words had left his mouth, he saw someone standing nearby. a girl. shit! that was stella! and... hot damn, she was beautiful. shit. this would be interesting. "h-hi.." he stammered, trying hard not to stare down at his feet, but make eye contact with her. "are you s-s.. stella?" what a great start to the night.

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