#chloe hendricks

about the character.

character desired : chloe hendricks faceclaim : anya chalotra birthday / zodiac : november 29th / sagittarius sexual / romantic orientation : bisexual / biromantic anything else : myers-brigs - ENTJ , alignment - chaotic neutral, sorting house - slytherin

writing sample.

(alcohol & drug abuse - just weed but still tw)

Chloe always knew when her dreams and hallucinations weren’t just that but rather another premonition, she couldn’t explain how she knew, it was a feeling. Once again waking up with a gasp, the sweat dripping down her forehead and she immediately looked at the empty bed next to her, almost excepting to see someone there but of course, it was empty. Who the fuck did she think was going to be there? Her grandmother? The old bag hardly cared about her in the first place, only used her to get more money and attention.

“Fuck.” Chloe almost gasped as she threw the covers away from her and stood up, going to the bathroom to wash her face. Staring in the mirror, the face that stared back at her was barely her own. “What?!” She told it, angrily. Chloe loved her tricks, entertaining the guests and sometimes having them play against their money in a game she would always win because that’s how cons work, the player never wins. In some occasion she would read the guest in tarot cards but they’ll usually just scare them, the cards rarely showed anything good and Chloe wondered if it was because of her energy at times.

But the premonitions? They were a curse and a blessing. When it came in dreams they were manageable, at least she didn’t wake up screaming this time. It’s the hallucinations that scared her the most but she never showed it to anybody. Chloe closed the water and went back to her room, it was so dark but at this point she wasn’t tired and so she decided to open another bottle of whiskey, drinking straight from it.

What else could Chloe do? Sometimes her dreams and hallucinations became too much for her to handle and the alcohol helped her sleep soundly. It was either the alcohol or weed that she smoked at times. “Fuck you.” Chloe mumbled, in her mind it was to her strange abilities, the shadows that at times morphed into another vision.

anything else.

plot ideas:

believable or unbelievable premonition: a vision that nobody believes and it has tire consequences or they do believe and make all the preparations and it doesn’t come true?

roommate: sometimes she wakes up screaming from the premonitions so it would be interesting to see how a roommate would react to that, will they help her out? will they want to move rooms? etc

influence: either a bad influence on her or she’s the bad influence on someone else, since she likes drinking and smoking weed.

romantic/fling: I don’t think Chloe ever thought about having a serious relationship in her life, she probably sleeps around but nothing that you can have a future with at the moment.