Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2013 21:22:49 GMT
CHARLOTTE
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4 years • female • feline • mixed • na • na
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PERSONALITY |
Charlotte is a kind, quiet soul. Her voice is soft and sweet, her posture often welcoming. A sociable, charismatic cat, Charlotte often knows how to put things so that the reaction is in her favor. While not one to straight lie, Charlotte has been known to stretch the truth to get what she wants. However, she is not one to be greedy. What she wants, more often than not, is a compromise, peace, or a deal. Her world does not revolve around worldly possessions, but of what things she can accomplish between herself and the others that roam Hexasol.APPEARANCE |
Where Charlotte is graceful with her words, however, she is quite awkward with her own feet. She is capable of attaining an aura of confidence and ease; when she's standing still. Once she gets in motion, it's a completely different story. Born with long, slender legs that she never fully gained control of, Charlotte is a klutz, plain and simple. Tripping over things easily, usually her own feet, she is no stranger to finding herself in bad social situations. So long as she can avoid running or walking briskly, she can also avoid making an idiot of herself. But when the time calls for her to get up and go, she's often the one lagging behind the rest. To say the least, Charlotte has the form, but not the function.
This in itself has left its mark on her. Charlotte, while typically kind and bubbly, is incredibly insecure. She does not think highly of herself, and often goes into things assuming she's going to fail for one reason or another. She takes criticism well on the outside, but once she's alone, she's known to 'punish' herself, never letting go of her failures but instead holding onto each and every one of them as a reminder of why she is nothing. Charlotte tries hard to hide this, but finds it difficult under times of stress. Should someone find out, she'll do anything to keep her secret safe from the rest of the world.
Despite her self-loathing and insecurity, the slender white feline is quite optimistic. She is the one to try to cheer others up when things are looking bad, the one to be that obnoxious ray of sunshine saying 'well, it could be worse'. While she may not be 100% happy with herself, she hates it when others are not feeling their best.• likes | spring time, having friends, exploring, swimming
• dislikes | running (for obvious reasons...), mud, falling/tripping, most males
• goals | to become a mediator of sorts
• fears | most canines, being trapped by males
• strengths | charismatic, intelligent, wise
• weaknesses | clusmy (very), weak, slow
• mental disorders | na
Charlotte, while cursed and blessed with her long, slender legs, is actually a petite cat. Aside from her legs being disproportionally long, she is quite short and light, weighing in at just a mere 8lbs. With small, delicate paws and a long, tapering tail, most everything about Charlotte is soft and feminine. Never a mother to term, and having always had to work for her food, her belly is tucked tight against her slightly muscled frame. Given a slightly rounded head, Charlotte has large ears and eyes, the better to see and hear with, but above all, the better to make pleading faces with.
Where most cats have only small splashes of white amid a sea of varying colours, Charlotte is completely void of any marks. She is solid white, from the tip of her pink nose to the tip of her slender tail. Her fur itself is plush; not quite a long haired cat, but still retaining a 'double coat' of sorts.• height | 10"
• weight | 8lbs
• fur colour | white
• eye colour | olive green
• scars | a patch of fur that won't grow on the tip of her chin; from falling too many times on her face
• noticeable features | snow white fur
• physical disorders | none
HISTORY |
Charlotte was the oddball white kitten out of a relatively healthy litter. She was born in spring, as was all the other kittens that lived in the same colony as she did. Her colony's history was long; they had lived in Hexasol long since before the humans disappeared. Some of the humans tried to contain their growth, but in their last months, they came to accept that their efforts were futile.
As such, while the humans were dying out, the cats were thriving. Or, so the elders used to say. Charlotte always found their story telling captivating, and as a kitten found her passion for words and speaking, and how talking could be used instead of ones own teeth or claws. It was this passion that would later on cause her so much pain, however.
When she was two years old, like most young females in the colony, she sought out a tom to start her own little family. Things had been tense with rival colonies in the area, but still Charlotte felt the time was right. She was excited, as was her siblings and family, but before anything could progress, the tension between the rival colonies broke. Charlotte remembers being asked to come and speak on behalf of her home and family, along with one of the elders. What happened as they approached to discuss matters one last time left her constantly blaming herself for most everything.
They had climbed to the top of a small hill, where the discussions were to take place. But instead of being greeted by other diplomats, they were met by the rival colony's warriors. The elder who had gone with her went down quickly, with hardly a struggle. But Charlotte, she ran. Or, she tried to. Jumping out of the way of the attacking cats, she raced down the hill, trying so hard not to trip herself up. She had to get back to her colony, to warn them of the danger, to rally their own troops. Yet just as she was to call out to them, her legs tangled up in roots that lined a deep hole. Her call muffled to a distant whine, Charlotte tumbled down the hole, landing hard on the ground at the bottom.
There was a sharp pain in her belly, and while her mind crossed over to worry about her unborn kits, her heart ached to help her colony. The hole she had fallen down had been a torn open vent to some sort of tunnel system; picking tunnel, Charlotte crawled around in the cramped dirt for what felt like hours before coming back out into the fresh air. She was muddy and incredibly sore, but she had made it out.
Limping as fast as she could to where her colony would be, Charlotte heard her mother's wailing before she saw any of the destruction. Corpses lay strewn about, adults and kittens alike, both colonies destroyed by each other. Charlotte's mother, a round bellied calico, so mentally overwhelmed by the horror, just cried out for her children. She even cried out for Charlotte, just as her daughter tried to give her affection, to soothe her broken heart. She didn't seem to recognize her, and simply continued on, wailing for her lost children.
Of the bodies she found, Charlotte knew of her brother and her father's death, as well as her grandfather's. But the rest; her sisters, her grandmother, she wondered where they had gone. Trying to get some rest in the broken remains of her childhood home, more despair was brought to Charlotte by the next morning, when she miscarried the tiny kittens she had been carrying.
Having nothing else to keep her there, her mother having eventually wandered off into the woods, constantly wailing for her children, Charlotte left to wander off herself. There was nothing left for her there.
• season born | spring
• place of birth | Hexasol (somewhere)
• family |
Grandmother; (Missing)
Grandfather; (Deceased)
Mother; Mimette (Estranged)
Father; Carter (Deceased)
Brothers; Luke (Deceased)
Sisters; Carlisle (Missing), Lunei (Missing)
Sons; 3 (Unnamed, Deceased)
Daughters; 4 (Unnamed, Deceased)
• memorable events | OMG the drama
• link to image of character | BAM