Chevrolet Crowe

[Chevrolet Isabel Crowe]

CHEVROLET CROWE.

HUNTER - JESSICA LOWNDES - GMT - KIRKY

the basics.

get to know me a little

NICKNAMES

Chey, Chevvie, Lettie or whatever you want that's NOT Chevrolet.

AGE

Eighteen

BIRTHDATE

June 15

SPECIES

Hunter

POWERS AND ABILITIES

Chey is a prima ballerina, her ability to move her body is spectacular, she bends in ways that the human body shouldn't logically bend. She also knows martial arts, shoots like a pro and drives like a maniac.

CHARACTER TYPE

Canon

LIKES

--- >> Late Nights
--- >> Early Mornings
--- >> Long Lie Ins
--- >> The Sun, Be it Rising or Setting
--- >> The Smell of Coffee
--- >> Long Kisses
--- >> The Feel of Fingers Running Through Hair, Be it Mine Through Some One Else's or Some One Else's Through Mine
--- >> Caramel
--- >> Stretching Across the Couch
--- >> Hot Showers
--- >> Clean Sheets
--- >> Wonka Nerds!!!!!
--- >> Lillies & Orchids
--- >> Scary Movies (Only for the excuse to cuddle into the guy watching it without you!)
--- >> Having My Fingertips Kisses
--- >> Playing Footsie Under the Covers
--- >> My Best Friends
--- >> Winding Up Ryder
--- >> The Feeling of Being Truly Safe

DISLIKES

--- >> Lies
--- >> People that Smell
--- >> Those Loops in Clothes to Hang Them Up
--- >> Being the Baby
--- >> Demons
--- >> Feeling Excluded
--- >> Mushrooms
--- >> Cheesy Pop Music
--- >> Documentaries
--- >> People Bad Talking Her Family
--- >> People Claiming to Know My Family But Just Knowing Of Them.
--- >> Liars
--- >> Cheats
--- >> Feeling Helpless
--- >> That rabbit food crap (Salad? ICK! If a vegetable isn't pickled it isn't passing these lips!_

WEAKNESSES

--- >> I Find it Hard to Trust
--- >> I'm Seen As The Baby
--- >> My Family - I'd Do Anything For Them
--- >> I Really Struggle To Sleep Sometimes and Running Myself Down Has Been Known To Give Me Seizures
--- >> Ryder Being So Down.. It’s One Thing That Will Break Me Down
--- >> I'm a Little Impulsive
--- >> I Cant Raise One Eyebrow
--- >> A Hot Piece Of Ass
--- >> A Good Book

STRENGTHS

--- >> My Father Trained Me Well
--- >> Intelligent
--- >> Street Smart
--- >> Cautious
--- >> I Have An Indestructible Bottom
--- >> I’m Very Good At Pouting To Get My Own Way
--- >> Two Very Protective Big Brothers
--- >> I Let My Head Over Rule My Heart

FEARS

--- >> Loss. More than anything. Losing my family is a horrible thought.
--- >> That I’ll never be good enough
--- >> Falling for a guy and having him trample on my heart
--- >> Losing more people like Mom
--- >> That my family don’t know I love them
--- >> Not getting to say goodbye to someone.

SECRETS

--- >> I’VE DATED I’ve dated guys behind my brothers backs even though I’m not ‘allowed’
--- >> I’ve been known to pursue hunts. Research them and visit places to try and solve them
--- >> I know what happened to my Mom cause I saw it but said I didn't.
--- >> I have some what of a musical gift I keep hidden
--- >> I kind of…. Hate myself… Okay maybe hate myself is a bit extreme. I just feel like I’m surrounded by amazing people; hunters, witches etc.. all my friends are gorgeous and fun and amazing and well… what am I? I want to feel worthy of the amazing people in my life

personality.

all about me

Well what can I tell you about little old me? I'm probably the most stubborn and determined person you'll meet.. until you meet my family. Born and raised to a family full of hunters you're raised to be strong. You have to be able to do what needs to be done without your heart getting in the way and that's how I am. Everything I do comes from my head, I'm not even sure I know what my heart wants any more, except that it wants to be a hunter.

I am the youngest, the little girl, between my dad, big sister and two big brothers I've been told what I should do for my entire life. I'd say I was a kind and a happy person in general, if not a little bit rebellious. I'm the kind of girl that if someone tells me not to do something I'll do it anyway and probably in the worst possible way to prove a point. I just want to prove that I'm good enough, especially when it comes to my family. I want to make them proud of me, to prove my worth as a hunter but they wont give me the chance.

If you know me you'll know I'm hard working, intelligent and most of all loving. I love fully and completely and would do ANYTHING for someone I love. Because of how we both are personality wise, my eldest brother and myself CLASH completely! He's protective and trying everything to keep me safe yet I'm independent and want to do what I want. I can be stroppy and argumentative but that's any girl right?

history.

this is the story of my life

Chevrolet's story is a little more complicated than even she knows. She knows herself as Chevrolet Crowe, fourth and final child of Lisa Crowe and only daughter of her father Robert Crowe since her oldest sister was her mothers from a previous relationship. Her whole life she's lived with this impression, been treated as if this was so. She was spoiled by her father, loved by her mother and bullied mercilessly by her brothers and after her mother died when she was six, it was her oldest sister that took over the reigns. To all three of the younger Crowe siblings, their older sister started to act like a mother figure, almost to the point of overbaring but more so to Chey, she was always on her case, always keeping an eye on her. It was like she gained a second mother. Little did she know that the woman she loved dearly as a big sister was in fact her mother. Samara was only fifteen when she fell pregnant and after many tears and endless conversations with her mother and step dad, they decided to keep it a secret. Samara and her mother left the boys with their father for a few months and went to stay with Grandma. When they came home, Chey had been born, she was still newborn and tiny and squishy and Lisa told everyone that she was hers, that's she'd been ill whilst she was pregnant with her so had snuck away to her mothers house to get some time to rest. It was easy to adapt when Robert adored her and the boys took to her like ducks to water.

Growing up, Robert was unsurprisingly protective of his little girl, biology didn't matter to him, he wanted Chevrolet (whom he affectionately named after his car) to have the best possible start in life and set about finding ways to set her up, starting with buying a bar where he could create an income for himself and his children as well as a hub for information for hunters like him. The bar took off and with Sam and at least one of her parents often out on a hunt, Chey ended up spending a lot of time there, whether it was getting help with her maths homework from one of the regulars or just plain old standing behind the bar and drying glasses in an attempt to be like her daddy. Despite the tradition to raise a daughter to lead, Chey was often pushed in the other direction, she spent more time in ballet lessons and being encouraged to wear pink and frills than picking up a gun, yet seeing her family doing something and being around hunters constantly, she was naturally curious and started to train herself or pick things up from people around the bar. Before she hit puberty she'd learnt how to hack the CIA database, put together a case file and shoot a moving target from any range, not that her dad knew the half of it. She could always understand why though, especially after they lost her mother. She was only five. Everyone always said 'Oh Chey was too young to remember Lisa.' Maybe she didn't have as many memories of her as her siblings, but she had one burned into her mind, the day her mother died.

Chey had been playing out back, the thing she wasn't supposed to do after dark, but Dad was in the bar and her brother had a 'friend' over so wasn't paying as much attention as he should have and after all, Ryder had JUST taught her how to ride a bike and she didn't want to get off it yet. It was the scream that finally made her stop. She jumped as she heard it, skidding off her bike and flying off into a pile of leaves. She was covered in mulch and mud but didn't have time to even whine before she heard her mother scream her fathers name and come into sight through the woods at the back of their house. She started to run towards her but stopped sharp as she saw the thing following her. Little green eyes could only grow so wide and her little legs could only carry her so fast, but it was fast enough to get her under the porch. She knew she was safe within the boundaries of the house, they were protected and she watched, waiting for her mother to get within them... She never did. Instead Chey witnessed the thing get hold of her Mom and closed her eyes and covered her ears until the screaming stopped and stayed there until her brother pulled her out. Since then she knew why she was to be afraid of their life.

Not long before her eighteenth birthday, the family got news that her Aunt had died following a werewolf bite. Their families weren't as close after Lisa died but that didn't mean the family didn't care, so after a family meeting, they all decided that they were needed more in Beacon Hills, if not to support their family, but to help cull the werewolf problem. Moving was never easy, but it created a new set of problems for the family. Setting up the new bar wasn't as easy as it seemed, especially with their father being older than he used to be and more intent on hunting so the responsibility fell on Samara. Chey was just struggling with being a teenage girl in a new place, it wasn't easy or fun spending a summer alone with no friends and nothing to do. But it was Ryder that suffered the worst, the tragedy he faced threatened to rip through all of them. So now, struggling just to get by, it's time to start a new school and a new life, unaware of the secrets her family holds, he dangers awaiting her in Beacon Hills or what she has to come.

[Derek Hale]