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Name: Charlotte Monochrome
Age:21
Birthday: October 31st
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus
Height: Human-like body; 70cm Total height varies dependent on how she is standing but usually comes to around 185cm and has a maximum of 210cm without her legs she is 90CM She is approximately 90 cm long from the nose of her less fuzzy body to the tip of her fuzzy one’s abdomen
Weight: She’d never tell (135kg)
Face Claim: Arachne (Dragon’s Crown)
Stats
STR:1
DEF:5
RES:5
SPT:1
Aura 190|110 HP
Personality
Group: Researcher
Likes: Reading, Learning, Woodwind music (Also the violin), Money, Her instruments (both torture and musical), Tricking people, Wine, Champagne, Teas, Coffees, Thread-work (sewing, dressmaking and knitting), The WhiteFang (finds them inspirational) and (most importantly) Fluffy things, Dancing, Hot (yet brief because of a fear) Baths/Showers, Cooking, Baking, Sweets and having her hair tied up.
Dislikes: Those who fear her, Running, Dancing, Cars, Comments referring to her large behind (abdomen), Doors (she struggles to get through them), Slimy things, Overly exposed legs, “Arrogant twits,” “Ignorant fools,” Inelegant people, legs, Mess, Beer, Those who are afraid to fight back, Babies (both the literal kind and the emotional kind) and Having her hair down.
Fears: Small spaces (claustrophobia), The sea, Having too many eyes upon her, Crushing someone, Dancing, Destruction of her fluffy teddies, The loss of her limbs (both the common ones and spider-like ones)
Overall Personality: Charlotte has a honey sweet personality around the few who are willing to hang around her. Having had few friends she tends to keep the few she has both close and sheltered, showering them in gifts and sweet foods, not unlike a kind grandmother. One of her exceptionally grandmother like traits is the insistence that her friends cover up for fear they will die of cold. She is absolutely willing to listen to your grievances over tea or coffee, be it at a Faunus run café or her own home; built specifically with her faunus traits in mind.
Her voice exudes general positive vibes, she is almost always well spoken and clear; complementing her graceful movements. Sometimes, when someone is rude enough to comment on her abdomen and she’s feeling a might nice she can talk the person down to the point of begging for forgiveness. On occasions she accepts.
A good way to describe her day to day lifestyle, provided none have insulted her in a garish manner, would be bubbly. This Gal just can’t take a complement, her legs scrunch up and her face goes a deep red as she insists they must be mistaken or talking about someone else. There’s no way they could be talking about a hideous arachnid like her. Stop it, just stop it ya big lugs! Daaawwwwwwww.
Any comments about her “large behind” or her having “dat booty” (abdomen) will be responded to with a slap from all eight of her spider-like legs and both her humanoid arms regardless of whether she is in her honey like persona or not. There is a darker side to her, far darker in fact, but she tends to keep that under wraps unless the perfect scenarios come about. It rarely does but it is always… insightful for whoever she has aimed it toward.
Abilities
Aura type: Healing
Aura Color: Ghostly White
Semblance: “Nurturing Web” The ability to create strings of sticky protein from her aura. Charlotte’s strings work in a variety of ways, all determined by quite how she forms them. By forming denser ones she can defend against attacks by forming barriers, by plastering high protein strings onto a wound she can heal either herself or others and, if required, she can plaster an opponent’s body with tangling web for a speed debuff. Her strings are primarily used for utility though, pulling things from the other side of rooms and opening far off doors, even potentially coating her eight feet in the substance so she can crawl up walls. She can detach the strings from her fingers by her own will.
Item 1 and 2: A small (oval shaped, 8cm long and 4 cm wide) jet black broach. Charlotte merely believes the broach to be a lucky charm, it being the only item she has had since she arrived at Bellemuse. In actuality it casts a thin gold hue around her entire body when an attack of any sort, save for aura based, would touch her. The hue only becomes visible when an attack of any kind would touch her body and is completely invisible to her/the-wearer even when such has happened, when a hit lands it appears almost as if her whole body is cloaked in golden spider webs. It lets out a low ticking akin to a clockwork watch and she has never dared to open it. (Magic and Physical Armour)
History and Sample
- History:
- Charlotte’s first memory is that of when she was three years old. As a toddler of that age she was awoken on Kompress beach, surrounded by onlookers and huddled in the corner of a lifeboat. She washed ashore after the worst storm in neigh twenty years of Belemuse’s history, the beachside was torn apart and even the first version of Creak’s Tavern was severely damaged. The surrounding crowd had little idea what to do with her, arguments breaking out all around the poor child. Many wanted to turn what looked to be a rather rare kind of faunus child in to the police, have them see if her family could be found and if not put her up for adoption. Others however, seriously enraged by the loss of fishermen in the storm, blaming her for the humongous loss of life. Screaming the likes of; “Why should this faunus live while so many humans died!?” and dubbing her a witch.
Needless to say this experience has stuck with her ever since, were it not for a faunus woman taking initiative and picking her up her opinion on not only people but the world as a whole may have been soured. Said woman was a faunus herself, a raccoon of sorts who had a tail which Charlotte quickly grew to covet for its warm and fluffy exterior.
However, instead of taking her to the police alike she promised the other onlookers, the woman took Charlotte straight to the WhiteFang’s headquarters in Bellemuse. The white fang in Bellemuse was a rather meager force at the time, most of which having returned to the main continents with other plans in mind. There were only four real members, the raccoon faunus included. They had become a rather forgotten sect by the rest of the organisation. The young girl grew up being fed continuous anti-human propaganda, shown the pinnacle of the disdain humans harbored for her kind. Whenever she would go outside it was made clear to her that people were staring. Judging her for her body.
She was fortunate enough to find a solace of sorts in the raccoon lady who helped her; a Miss Celia Brown. Celia took Charlotte as if she were her own daughter, being born infertile she took her appearance as a blessing. She was simply glad she had been given the chance to raise a child, something she had frequently dreamed of doing between missions. The faunus woman would violently defend her adopted daughter, occasionally being faced with fines and the odd jail sentence when she took things a “little too far” in public. These acts merely served to reinforce Charlotte’s awful nature and grow her to pine for her foster mother even more so.
Miss Brown taught Charlotte neigh everything she knows, from knitting to acoustic guitar to world history to torture methods and effective methods of killing people… first hand practice with real people naturally. It wasn’t long till her once small and bland Grimm mask gained red lines encircling it’s eye holes and a black line down its center, though this paled in comparison to Celia’s own; a large black Raccoon face mask with red spirals on either cheek; one clockwise the other anti-clockwise.
Alas however, her time with Miss Brown came to an end all too soon. The Raccoon faunus lost her place in the WhiteFang, a little after Charlotte turned sixteen. She’d been caught after a bombing in Atlas in which many humans were injured, some even killed. The result was a life sentence, there was no getting out of it. She’d known the risks when she’d taken the mission and ultimately paid the price, Charlotte chalked it up to bad fortune that she’d been captured but she was livid when she found out she’d been stripped of her rank as a result of it. There were no plans to save her.
Charlotte, much to Celia’s protest, is now trying to work her way up ranks within the organisation. Looking to retake her mentor’s rank so as to win back her honour. To gain her mask from the inelegant fool who took her place, doing so by attempting to infiltrate many social circles, bring more to the cause, silence those who are suspicious of anyone being involved in the WhiteFang, gain intel on Syne Academy, run smear campaigns and boycotts on any shop company carrying Schnee corporation goods… also to dispose of any humans she finds to be prejudice or detrimental to the WhiteFang’s progression naturally.
- RP Sample:
- A small cup of tea was delicately raised toward the polite girl’s mouth before briskly being lowered toward her saucer. It landed with a slight clink but nothing to brash. She sighed, taking in the sunset through the window of her warm little bungalow. Everything was in its proper place; paintings lined the walls, the carpets were clean, the lights were out and the washing would be finished after this cup. Yes, the night was going perfectly.
She had dressed herself in her nightgown, the carpeted floor prepared for her lowering.
She let out a small yawn, her legs stretching out one by one. Ah, what a day. Appearing before the academy, passing her entrance interview. It would seem they were hard pressed for medical hunters, let alone ones who could take hits like her. She clasped her lucky broach with a smile, finishing her cup, before taking it to the sink for cleaning.
