Charlot
Pet Name: Charlot
Owner: STAR
Theme / Type: Wintergreen Obsideon
Born: November 21, 2010
Gender: Female
Collection: 8
MisticPal Name: Sweet
MisticPal Age: 5140 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 5 / 5
Strength: 3
Defense: 2
Speed: 5
Intellect: 2
Misticpower: 0
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 0/1155 [ View Foods ]
Thank you Faux for allowing me to adopt~ Adopted on Poisson D'Avril 2011~
Return to Star if lost~
These violent delights have violent ends,
and in their triumph die,
like fire and powder,
which as they kiss consume
~William Shakespeare
My galla~
Name: Charlot Eldridge
Aliases: Lotte (refers to herself as this in her mind -- no one she knows is aware of this nickname)
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Species: Human, never mastered any way to transform herself into anything else
Occupation: Some what of a witch
Relationships: None, simply too self-involved, busy and indifferent to care
Personality: Over all, she is sweet and hopeful towards people who know her well, but she thinks the only way to survive is to learn incredibly dark magical skills, no matter whom or what she must take down to do it, so the main way people view her is terrifying and cruel. She is not easily intimidated and frightened, and the grimace she almost always has on her face shows she is rarely joyous. She doesn't easily detect sarcasm, and ends up committing violence because she was to thick to understand the joking tone.
Appearance: When you first see Charlot, your first impression would be to assume she is vulnerable, possibly gullible, and nothing more then weak. She is frail, pale-faced, and has a slight and small build. Her hair falls down her back in pale-brown curls, and is often held back with a brightly jeweled clip. Her face has little color - her cheeks never show any sign of rosiness, and her lips are a strained, chapped, white. Her eyes are an obvious change, and stand out against her drab features - they shine a vibrant, vivid emerald green, and often have a playful glint in them. The color would shine more if she didn't line her eyes thickly with dark eyeshadow. Her clothing choices don't vary immensely, she mainly wears the same things. Her wardrobe consists of a jet black dress with ruffles poking lightly out of the front that hangs loosely on her thin frame, and a pair of bright emerald robes, strikingly similar to the shade of her eyes. At first glance, you wouldn't be able to catch that she is quite pretty after you get over her initial roughness.
Charlot has always had a dominant thirst for adventure. When she was quite young, she was thrown out by her parents, after setting her sister's hair on fire following a brawl - without touching her, or bringing any matches near her. They considered her too odd and threatening to live in their home, and Charlot, being daring, found this as another game - nothing to take seriously. After wandering around the streets, she soon discovered about the hidden magical world, and that she was not a horrible freak of nature like her parents had cruelly screamed at her, but rather a witch. She was absolutely thrilled by her luck, and her first thought was a way to make herself stand out. She researched for a long while - looking for what to do if she wanted never to be lower then anyone else, and receive words and compliments of respect and admiration. The thing that was bolder to her then the rest? Dark magic. She wasn't a cold-blooded person, but she had fierce ambition to never feel the rejection she had felt as a child. Her positivity about what she wanted gave her a rush of adrenaline. She first stole a wand, and all things necessary to complete her goals, and began on her journey to get to the top of everything and never be regarded as filth again.
Charlot opened her eyes wide and peered boringly around the corner. She stretched her arms lazily and waited for the sound of approaching footsteps. She glared at her wand remorsefully, and the thoughts of what had been happening during the past few months ran speedily through her head. She was earning a horrid name around the wizarding world - people feared her, were scared of the sight of her. Newspapers asked for her capture, countless people were searching for her. She laughed harshly, a bit bitterly, wishing people could understand her undying thirst, realize she wasn't insane. She sighed briefly and stared at the ground below her, and allowed a tear to slip out. She knew she shouldn't feel guilty, after all... she hadn't killed anyone, but still... she had done actions she regretted. The short patter of light footsteps brought her out of her daydream, and she spun to face her opponent, wand in hand, deep loathing of herself tugging at her stomach.
By Stick~
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Boxed Wintergreen 11.26.10!
Poppeted into an Obsideon 2.28.11 @ 6:51 pm mst
*First Wintergreen siddy~!*
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