Char, Charlie.

Trans female.

Mid twenties.

Oblivion by Grimes - https://youtu.be/S8HrvII7gU0

Char’s voice is very soft, and she tends to murmur and slur her words together. She has the barest hint of an accent, though it’s hard to tell what kind. It sounds vaguely European.

108~ lbs.

6’1”.

Dark, pink-toned brown.

A short, fluffy vintage inspired bob with uneven bangs.

Dark brown.

White (British, Serbian).

Deathly pale.

Extremely thin and tall.

Char looks perpetually sleep-deprived, regardless of how much sleep she gets.

Charlotte wears dainty, feminine styles in shades of red, pink, and purple, often incorporating lingerie into her outfits.

She has a habit of repeatedly checking her nails and hair, more of a nervous tic than genuine concern for her appearance.

Charlotte just wants to stay alive.

She often forgets to eat and sleep, too focused on whatever's right in front of her to think ahead. She’s a very “in-the-moment” person. She’s also very go-with-the-flow, even if that flow ends with her hurt, too passive to speak up or out of turn.

She distrusts those who were born with magic, as well as authority figures.

Charlotte has a strange charm to her, able to have people open up to her within hours of meeting her. She’s also incredibly resourceful, having been homeless for a period of time as a young girl.

She collects porcelain dolls in her spare time, despite others insisting they’re “creepy.”

Charlotte is a soft person. She rarely speaks unless it’s words of encouragement or advice. She considers herself an older sister figure to the people she’s around, despite not being older than most of them. She’s the kind of girl who gives the most amazing words of wisdom, yet rarely follows them herself. She’s also, sadly, the kind of girl who seeks out people who are bad for her in an attempt to “fix” them.

Charlotte is constantly tired, sleeping on any surface or anyone she can find, possible symptoms of narcolepsy.

She’s a waitress by day, and a server at a strip club by night. She works as many hours as she can, hoping to save up for school. She aspires to go into the therapy industry.

Mauve.

Jelly doughnuts.

Charlotte Two, a doll she restored after finding it in a dump. The doll bears a striking resemblance to her.

Anything little and cuddly.

July 1st.

Some high school, though she wants to get her GED soon.

Charlotte never knew her parents, and was raised by an uncle for a short period of time. They got along well enough, but she was soon tossed into the foster care system after her uncle was falsely accused of sexual assault. Her foster parents, as many as she’s had, were never rude to her, but only indifferent. Growing up in emotionless households as an emotional little girl wasn’t exactly ideal, and she moved out as soon as she was able. Taken in off the streets by a man she soon grew to care for, Charlotte thought she had struck gold. However, that was far from the truth. Her guardian angel grew violent, and she was homeless yet again. She remained this way until contacted by her cousin, Nebojša Vasić, son of her imprisoned uncle. They’ve been living together ever since, but the shadow of her ex boyfriend still hangs over her to this day.