| Charade
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| Player: @championsrper
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| The Great Charade!
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| Biographical Data
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| Real Name:
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Penelope T. Williams
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| Known Aliases:
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Charade
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| Gender:
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Nonbinary (Female)
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| Species:
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Human (?) ((Living Doll))
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| Ethnicity:
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Canadian
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| Place of Birth:
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Babylon
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| Base of Operations:
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Millennium City
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| Relatives:
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Luvah the Anarch
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| Characteristics
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| Age:
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18
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| Height:
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5' 0"
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| Weight:
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110 lbs
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| Eyes:
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Blue
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| Hair:
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Red
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| Complexion:
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Pale
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| Physical Build:
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Lithe
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| Physical Features:
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Clown Makeup
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| Status
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| Fame:
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██
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Legendary
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| Alignment:
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| LG
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LN
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LE
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| NG
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TN
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NE
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| CG
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CN
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CE
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| Identity:
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Public
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| Years Active:
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| Citizenship:
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Canadian
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| Occupation:
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Ringleader of the Cirque de Folie
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| Education:
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Superficial
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| Marital Status:
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Single
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| Known Powers and Abilities
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| Equipment and Paraphernalia
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- Invisible Objects
- Instant Costume Changes
- Various Props and Gags
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| Physical Attributes
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Strength
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Weapon
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Durability
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Armor
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Speed
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Reflexes
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Resistance
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Stamina
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Dexterity
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Agility
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Combat
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Regen
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| Non-Physical Attributes
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Energy
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Psionics
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Telepathy
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Willpower
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Sorcery
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Tech.
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Intel.
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Knowledge
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Charisma
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Bravery
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| MaekadaBoxSlim created by @Maekada
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Growing Up
Penny was abandoned on the doorstep of an orphanage as a baby.
The neighbor kids made fun of her red hair and freckles, and for being an orphan. They called her a freak.
She tried to fit in, but it never worked. She was different somehow and it seemed like everyone knew somehow except her.
She desperately wanted to escape and dreamed about running away to join the circus.
Freaks were welcome there...
A funny-looking car arrived one night and idled silently in front of the house.
Everyone was already asleep except for her. She'd been up crying from a particularly bad day of bullying.
She was curious about the mysterious car and snuck out of her room to go get a closer look.
It was just like the one she'd always dreamed would show up to take her away to anywhere other than here.
It was running, but there was no driver in the seat, or anyone in sight.
She should have been scared. She was only 8 years old. But she wasn't.
She climbed into the back seat. The door closed on its own, like it had been waiting for her, and the car began to drive away.
She watched the orphanage fade from view and passing darkened windows of the houses of the neighbor kids who had teased her.
"Anywhere's better than here..." she thought.
She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep...
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