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Name:
Charlotte a.k.a. Charlie

Age:
(uses different stages in her life for different RPGs)

Race:
Elementalist/Empath

Weapons:
Needles (changeable in size and material)
Katana
Bow and arrow
staff: on one side, it is pointed, and can be used as spear.
The other side is blunt, with threequarters up a small elemental stone in the middle.

Personality:
Introvert, sarcastic, witty.
She's intelligent, and is constantly dreaming, wether it be about boys, plots, or food.
She can moodswing faster than a bunny can hop,
and is usually very cold to strangers, while she shows her warm loving side to her friends.

Description:
Female version of Bill Kaulitz
Black hair, green eyes, pale skin, and a lithe body.
She likes wearing black, her usual outfit a black hooded sweater, underneath that a skirt, topped of with heavy duty boots with teared net stockings.

Bio:
(confidential)
Parentless, and on the edge of poverty.
Not exactly an easy life.
She used to cut herself, untill she fell in love with her best friend.
Life felt happy untill she died, caught between the crossfire of two gangs.
Her heart deadens, and due to the shock, her empathic skills kick in.
Because they've been hidden for so long, they're now fully in gear.
When she looks into someone's eyes, she can feel their hurt.
Not only that, but she can also feel the tender vibrations of love easily, and is now cursed to make rash (sexual) actions when she feels their aura and looks into someone's eyes.

Sample 1: More story than roleplay:
The shard of glass was pushed out of her hand. "Don't do that," a voice whispered in her ear.
Charlotte looked up, and saw her best friend's face close to hers.
She was a few years older than Charlotte, but neither minded.
Poverty didn't care how old you were before it swooped down to rob you of everything.
"Do you think, what we do, is wrong?" Charlotte asked hesitantly, not willing to look into her eyes. A pair of strong but gentle fingers grabbed her chin and forced her to look up.
"Do you?" was the answer she got back. She looked into her honey brown eyes, and she stroked the creamy skin of her cheek with an outstretched finger.
"It doesn't feel wrong," Charlotte said softly. Somehow, the roles had been reversed. She, who had been insecure, was now comforting her. She realised, that her own response was the answer.
She held her close, breathing in the soft perfume of her skin, running a finger along her side as she closed her eyes.
"Promise me you'll quit," was the whisper that was received, which curled like smoke into her ear.
Charlotte only hugged her tighter.

Sample 2: Actually used during roleplay:

The winds howled and the snow turned vicious. In the raging winds all sound was lost. What's this? On the sole path available was a dot moving.
Looking closer, it appeared to be a cloaked figure. The cloth was roughly spun, but it did his job good. Warm and finely furred on the inside, it protected it's wearer from the harsher acts of coldness.

Her lips moved softly but the sound was lost. Her eyes, downcast; her face, shaded. One step in front of the other, she moved neither slow nor fast. The snow, with all it's vicious snaps at her heels, did nothing to encourage her to move faster. Was she merely waiting for Death to swoop down and release her from this tortured body?

As she neared the castle, she looked up. Her eyes lovingly caressed the old stones... Or was she merely scanning the place? Not bothering to throw her hood back, she extended her left hand from her rather long sleeve, and pushed the wooden door open. Her hand rested on the door a minute more than was necessary, before it fell, dissapearing in her sleeve once more.

"Atlast, I have arrived." The words vibrated through the air, warming up the air layers. In contrast, the tone was indifferent to the point of almost being cold. Her eyes, hooded, examined the area she had just entered.