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Description

Name: Charlotte Reeve
Faction: White
Position: Pawn

-Ability-
Sharp throwing skills
Quick on her feet
short Teleportation bursts (limited to only 3 times before exhausting herself)

-Weapons-

Silver Platters
"Pinwheels sturdy as Shields have their uses, but a good throw turns them into Flying Guillotines...this makes the game far more interesting"

-Biography-

Being born in Neutral is a life of simplicity, but with war at the door step makes growing up a scary thought. Charlotte was more than ready to leave her childhood behind, but with the understanding that when she reached adulthood there would be more responsibility she found the patience to enjoy her childhood while it lasted. Taking every opportunity she had, Charlotte did her best to contribute to both factions as she could not decide what was best for her.

Charlotte's little power of “Teleporting” seemed to an art Charlotte loved to practice by herself…but she could not be by herself all the time her parents said as they sent her outside to play with the other children and into the large world there was to see beyond her little bedroom.

Many teased and said she would join the Black Faction as her hair matched their gaudy mascot color. Charlotte would look in awe as rest of her family had soft light colors of hair making her stand out from her family and neighbors and it never went unnoticed. Ignoring her jealousy of her family’s white hair, she would go to play with the other children; their favorite game always seemed to be war. As they picked out the players the "King" of the Black team would always claim Charlotte first, making her his queen or his pawn. All because of her inky colored hair, and at first even she laughed and played along…but after a short time, she grew sick of hearing, “off with her head!”

To prove them wrong she announced she one night to her parents she had decided to follow in the footsteps of past relatives and join the White Faction. Her ambitions was met with a strange title, “Charlotte the black sheep”…at first she took as a sign of pride as she did like sheep and black sheep were rare among the flock, overtime however, she started to understand what society thought of black sheep in a flock of white…
and it was not with a blessing.

As Charlotte matured into the role set to her by her family, the young girl took a part time job at a quiet little inn in the neutral capital just inches from the large walls that protect the neutral country from the blood shed with mere stone and wood. She didn't mind seeing warriors from either side of the factions, though a bit unsettling to see them covered with white cloth and red painted on them. she kept to herself while working, seeming caught in a routine and going nowhere Charlotte felt this is where she would be for the rest of her life

An odd visitor came to the inn one day, she greeted him with the best smile her tired being could muster and did her best to remain polite as she served him their best meal in the city. he seemed pleasant and a bit more willing to talk to her then most customers would and at first she barely said a word. after a short time she did warm up to his presence and seemed to be willing to talk to him. A stranger she would never see again she thought as she told him of her plight, just to get this burden off her chest.

Having spent the day in the inn, the young man felt that it was finally time to move on but not before thanking Charlotte for the time that they spoke an as a rewared he gave her the honor of knowing his real idenity. When the visitor pulled off his hood Charlotte looked upon the great wolf king Deweis Ulbrecht shortly before he turned to leave the in and return to the castle, to see the king himself. He left an impression on Charlotte, and perhaps a spark of motivaiton to go beyond her current state of being and beyond.

Finally null of the insults and overheard gossip soon became old news and Charlotte built a mental shield over herself as she over the years she became very picky of who she trusts most. Hiding herself in books and her daily chores, Charlotte began to think of what to do for a weapon…it would be stupid to step into a battle field and not have weapons.

Charlotte sat and wondered for a long time and even walked into shops for ideas, swords … lances … axes … bows…all weapons she had no passion to learn… on her way home from another day of useless research she took notice of the pinwheels among a lonely stretch of wall, taking notice of their delicate spinning. She admired their dance till one of them got caught on the wing of a strong gust of wind sending the head of the pinwheel shooting through the air at a fierce speed. Charlotte immediately ducked as it shot passed where her head could have been…though it was only paper it still scared her to death.

Looking to where the pinwheel had landed…an idea formed…she had seen battle disks before…sharp…long distance… fast… deadly … all qualities she was looking for in a weapon. Charlotte immediately went back to the shop. And on her way she looked to a wanted poster for an open position that caught her interest, quickly taking the flyer she ran and using her teleporting to get to the weaponry shop.

-Known Titles-

"Charlotte the Black Sheep"

Update 12/30 2016

I have held back on an update for little Charlotte for long enough, funnily enough this update is actually a year old, oops. I updated Charlotte's dress design a bit, and added a new item to her inventory.

Ninja's Crest - bestowed by the executed knight of the white court, the light that radiates from the delicate heirloom is as delicate as the stars.

Deweis (c)

Description

Name: Charlotte Reeve
Faction: White
Position: Pawn

-Ability-
Sharp throwing skills
Quick on her feet
short Teleportation bursts (limited to only 3 times before exhausting herself)

-Weapons-

Silver Platters
"Pinwheels sturdy as Shields have their uses, but a good throw turns them into Flying Guillotines...this makes the game far more interesting"

-Biography-

Being born in Neutral is a life of simplicity, but with war at the door step makes growing up a scary thought. Charlotte was more than ready to leave her childhood behind, but with the understanding that when she reached adulthood there would be more responsibility she found the patience to enjoy her childhood while it lasted. Taking every opportunity she had, Charlotte did her best to contribute to both factions as she could not decide what was best for her.

Charlotte's little power of “Teleporting” seemed to an art Charlotte loved to practice by herself…but she could not be by herself all the time her parents said as they sent her outside to play with the other children and into the large world there was to see beyond her little bedroom.

Many teased and said she would join the Black Faction as her hair matched their gaudy mascot color. Charlotte would look in awe as rest of her family had soft light colors of hair making her stand out from her family and neighbors and it never went unnoticed. Ignoring her jealousy of her family’s white hair, she would go to play with the other children; their favorite game always seemed to be war. As they picked out the players the "King" of the Black team would always claim Charlotte first, making her his queen or his pawn. All because of her inky colored hair, and at first even she laughed and played along…but after a short time, she grew sick of hearing, “off with her head!”

To prove them wrong she announced she one night to her parents she had decided to follow in the footsteps of past relatives and join the White Faction. Her ambitions was met with a strange title, “Charlotte the black sheep”…at first she took as a sign of pride as she did like sheep and black sheep were rare among the flock, overtime however, she started to understand what society thought of black sheep in a flock of white…
and it was not with a blessing.

As Charlotte matured into the role set to her by her family, the young girl took a part time job at a quiet little inn in the neutral capital just inches from the large walls that protect the neutral country from the blood shed with mere stone and wood. She didn't mind seeing warriors from either side of the factions, though a bit unsettling to see them covered with white cloth and red painted on them. she kept to herself while working, seeming caught in a routine and going nowhere Charlotte felt this is where she would be for the rest of her life

An odd visitor came to the inn one day, she greeted him with the best smile her tired being could muster and did her best to remain polite as she served him their best meal in the city. he seemed pleasant and a bit more willing to talk to her then most customers would and at first she barely said a word. after a short time she did warm up to his presence and seemed to be willing to talk to him. A stranger she would never see again she thought as she told him of her plight, just to get this burden off her chest.

Having spent the day in the inn, the young man felt that it was finally time to move on but not before thanking Charlotte for the time that they spoke an as a rewared he gave her the honor of knowing his real idenity. When the visitor pulled off his hood Charlotte looked upon the great wolf king Deweis Ulbrecht shortly before he turned to leave the in and return to the castle, to see the king himself. He left an impression on Charlotte, and perhaps a spark of motivaiton to go beyond her current state of being and beyond.

Finally null of the insults and overheard gossip soon became old news and Charlotte built a mental shield over herself as she over the years she became very picky of who she trusts most. Hiding herself in books and her daily chores, Charlotte began to think of what to do for a weapon…it would be stupid to step into a battle field and not have weapons.

Charlotte sat and wondered for a long time and even walked into shops for ideas, swords … lances … axes … bows…all weapons she had no passion to learn… on her way home from another day of useless research she took notice of the pinwheels among a lonely stretch of wall, taking notice of their delicate spinning. She admired their dance till one of them got caught on the wing of a strong gust of wind sending the head of the pinwheel shooting through the air at a fierce speed. Charlotte immediately ducked as it shot passed where her head could have been…though it was only paper it still scared her to death.

Looking to where the pinwheel had landed…an idea formed…she had seen battle disks before…sharp…long distance… fast… deadly … all qualities she was looking for in a weapon. Charlotte immediately went back to the shop. And on her way she looked to a wanted poster for an open position that caught her interest, quickly taking the flyer she ran and using her teleporting to get to the weaponry shop.

-Known Titles-

"Charlotte the Black Sheep"

Update 12/30 2016

I have held back on an update for little Charlotte for long enough, funnily enough this update is actually a year old, oops. I updated Charlotte's dress design a bit, and added a new item to her inventory.

Ninja's Crest - bestowed by the executed knight of the white court, the light that radiates from the delicate heirloom is as delicate as the stars.

Deweis (c)