SINCLAIRE, charlotte adele

[melmel]

CHARLOTTE ADELE SINCLAIRE !?
Cause all of this is all that I can take
And you could never understand the demons that I face'

FULL NAME Charlotte Adele Sinclaire
NICKNAMES Charlie
AGE 9 years old
GENDER Female
BIRTHDAY October 26th
SPECIES Undiscovered witch
ALLIANCE Neutral
SEXUALITY Heterosexual. Though she thinks boys are icky.

PLAY-BY Jodelle Ferland
EYES Deep chocolate brown eyes often sparkle with mischief and intelligence, set beneath thin eyebrows and thick eyelashes
HAIR Somewhat stringy long dark brown hair frames her face, often pulled back into a ponytail or braids if she's not feeling too lazy.
BODY TYPE Despite being healthy and eating well, the girl doesn't seem to have an ounce of fat on her, often earning her the name 'Stick' with the other orphan children.
HEIGHT 3 foot 4 inches
WEIGHT 76 lbs
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Above her left eyebrow is a scar from the accident with her parents, a white gash about four inches long
STYLE Her normal attire often is made up of plain t-shirts and jeans. Unlike her beautiful mother, Charlotte had never been much for frillery and she hated dresses. One thing the little girl did love though was hats. She had once been told by her mother that she could make any hat look good and that made Char feel rather good. Of course, her mother said the same thing about dresses, something Char did not agree with. Her favorite outfit that she wore whenever she could was a dark purple shirt and dark blue jeans with black and white sneakers...socks were always optional of course.

LIKES

• Fairy-tales
  
• Cartoons
  
• Dogs
  
• Writing
  
• Running around outside
  
• Math
  
• Poems
  
• Funny jokes
  
• Jewellery
  
• Books
  

DISLIKES

• Any animal without legs
  
• Being an orphan
  
• Waiting around in an orphange
  
• Being mute
  
• Being teased
  
• The sound of sirens
  
• The dark
  
• Scary movies
  
• Bullies
  
• Hospitals
  

STRENGTHS

• Strong swimmer
  
• Good judgement when it comes to strangers
  
• Intelligent for her age
  
• Has an excellent memory
  

WEAKNESSES

• Believes in the boogieman
  
• Doesn't trust easily
  
• Scares easily
  
• Is prone to night terrors
  

HABITS

• Chews her nails
  
• Twirls her hair around her finger when she's tired
  
• Taps her pencil against a surface when she's trying to write
  

FEARS At least 3.

• The boogieman
  
• The dark
  
• Never finding a family
  

DESIRES

• To find a home and parents to call her own
  

SECRETS

• She can read people's minds
  

OVERALL
It is often said that dynamite comes in small packages and such a statement could never be truer than when describing little Charlotte Sinclaire. A firecracker from birth, her mother often commented on what a good set of lungs the little girl happened to have. Always the active child, little Charlotte constantly loved being outside and playing, she loved running and swinging more then anything in the world. She was a little girl who dreamt of adventure and excitement!

Happy was a good word to describe Charlotte back when she was in England, she was happy and trusting, the perfect child in a perfect family. Being the only child gave the little girl a certain brat-like quality, often causing her to have temper tantrums when things didn't go how she liked them. Despite being spoiled rotten to the core, the little girl still had her sweet adorable qualities. She was raised right and had good manners in social situations.

A lot changed for the little girl though when the tragedy happened. She became sullen and quiet, distrustful of anyone that she came into contact with. She still had a sweet quality to her but it was hidden behind an icy shell that seemed unbreakable.

Charlotte doesn't like to be touched by anyone and often avoids social situations with other children her own age, preferring instead to remain on her own. Another noticeable thing with the little girl is the fact that she is mute, has been since the tragedy involving her parents. Psychologists often said that she could speak, but she wouldn't. Very few know about her abilities because she doesn't think they will understand and she feels like a freak enough as it is, so her lack of communication skills are lacking since she can only communicate via telepathy. Mature and quick-witted, the young girl is able to learn with general ease, though she is no genius by any stretch of the imagination. Family is very important to the little girl but with the loss of her only family, she fears she will never have it again.

There is one thing that Charlotte does hate that's secrets. It's why she has such trust issues with anyone. She hates being lied to or having secrets kept from her cause that's what her daddy did to her. Lie to her once and get caught and you will have a hell of a time getting her trust back again.

MOTHER Elizabeth Diane Sinclaire - Witch - Deceased
FATHER Devon Andrew Sinclaire - Warlock - Deceased
SIBLINGS None
OTHER PERSONS OF IMPORTANCE Nina Agarada - Caretaker at the orphanage - Human - 27 years old
ETHNICITY Caucasion
WEALTH STATUS Poor
OVERALL
It was a warm fall morning in London England when little Charlotte Sinclaire was brought into the world with a loud wail. Born into a small family as the only child, Charlotte was pampered and spoiled since her parents were rather well off, having a few servants and a nanny to care for the little girl. Charlotte had a good home and a good life growing up. Charlotte was an active little girl and such a friendly warm girl, always striving to make friends with other children her age and even a little older, she was mature for her age even then.

What Charlotte didn't know about her parents was that they were both from a long line of witches and warlocks, both of which practiced their craft quite regularly. They planned on teaching Charlotte magic when she was old enough, feeling that she would be yet another powerful witch in the Sinclaire line. Their lives were all but perfect as far as Charlotte was concerned until something happened that caused the small family to need to leave England rather quickly. Charlotte never knew what it was that had caused her parents to feel the need to run with her but she could tell pretty quickly that it was frightening. An old enemy of Devon's family had found them and planned on killing off the last of the Sinclaire line, Charlotte included and Devon wasn't about to let that happen. So the family quickly packed what they could and headed for the states, hoping to settle down there and start a fresh.

Life seemed to return to normal once they settled themselves in America, moving to Indiana to try and start again. Charlotte took some time before she adjusted to her new life, being five helped since she didn't have too much back in England. She was happy so long as she was with her mother and father. They had thought they had escaped the hunter but they were wrong. He was persistent bastard and followed them to Indiana. He waited for the opportune time to strike, waiting for the whole family to be together. It had been Christmas when he decided to strike.

Charlotte was sleeping in the backseat, completely unaware of her mother and father's panic at realizing they were being followed as they left a late Christmas party. It was snowing, just a few days after Christmas and her father never saw the black ice on the road as he sped up, seeking to lose the hunter. The car hit the black ice and spun around once before it hit a guardrail, flipping over the side of the hill. Charlotte woke when the car started spinning by her mother's screaming, everything happened so fast but Charlie could remember it all so easily. Tears poured down her cheeks and she curled into a little ball on the backseat, terrified out of her mind. The car came to rest at the bottom of a snowy hill, on its roof. No one should have survived it, yet Charlotte did. She survived with a good sized gash to her forehead and yet both her parents had been killed. The child would always remember reaching for her daddy's cell phone that still remained in his coat, trying not to look at his bloody face, eyes wide open. Dialing 9-1-1, the child begged for someone to help her and her parents, but even then...she knew they were gone. She was an orphan now.

The hunter seemed to believe that no one had survived the car crash and so he left, considerably happy with how efficiently he had gotten rid of the Sinclaire line just like that. He was wrong though, as he would later find out when he read the paper. The girl had lived...

Given that she had no living relatives in the area nor in England, Charlotte was sent to an orphanage in Manuka. After the tragic accident, Charlotte was a changed girl, she no longer spoke. The last words she spoke had been to the dispatcher and that was it. Spending about a year in the orphanage, the little British girl had every opportunity to be adopted but no one seemed to want her. Perhaps because she never smiled, never laughed, and she never spoke. It was as though she had died with her parents and all that was left was a shell. Living in the orphanage was a different version of hell for the little girl, for she had no one.

Spending five years in an orphanage did a lot to a young girl who had once had a wonderful family and a good home. With each year that passed in the bland walls, the girl found it harder and harder to fantasize about finding a home with a nice someone. No one wanted a child that couldn't speak. Keeping this in mind, Charlotte grew more and more isolated from everyone and everything, detaching herself from reality in the only way she could, her writing. Charlotte adored writing because when she did, she was able to be someone other than herself. She could be a princess that the people adored or be a superhero that saved the world. More than anything, in all her stories, she was always someone that someone wanted and loved. Something she never got since the night her parents had died.

When things started to happen with the seven year old girl, things moving and such, especially when she was throwing a tantrum. It wasn't long before she was labeled as a freak, one of the main reasons she was never adopted. It seemed that Charlotte had developed abilities, not that she had anyone to actually help her figure them out. She had no one. So the little freak continued on as she had.

Telepathy came as easy as breathing for the girl, though she didn't use it often since she was scared to hear the thoughts of others. For Charlotte, who had already been through so much, that was big and frightening news and she wasn't sure how to handle it. So she tried not doing it, though she didn't have too much control on what she heard and who heard her. It was a confusing power to say the least. Over time Charlotte has slowly learned how to use her powers though she is in no way a master over them

NAME/ALIAS Mel
AGE 24
TIME ZONE GMT+1
HOW YOU FOUND US Random ad
OTHER CHARACTERS None
RP SAMPLE

It was a hot day in Manuka, not that one was surprised if you lived there long enough. Charlotte hated the orphanage, it was nothing like her beautiful England that she missed so much and she felt so different where she was now. She was an outsider amongst American children with their different accents while she had her own accent...not that the other children ever heard it. Charlotte didn't speak after all, she was a silent child that unnerved many. Not just by her lack of speaking but also by the strange things she was able to do as well. Of course Charlotte had to be careful in what she did... People often said that Charlotte should forget her tragic past and move on, but they didn't understand. No one understood Charlotte and she had no interest in letting anyone understand her.

It was one reason why Charlotte had no friends in the orphanage, the little Brit was too smart to make friends. She knew that as soon as she made a friend, that friend would be adopted and Char would be left alone again, she didn't want that happening. Sitting on the small bed in her corner of the room, Charlotte smiled as she recalled the day before, what a day that had been.

She and a few of the other orphans had been allowed to go to a ranch. It was a sort of treat for the children and Charlotte had been chosen mostly so she didn't have another tantrum like the last time. It had been a fun time, though Charlotte wasn't really into cows and goats, her interest fell with the horses that they had been allowed to ride. Charlotte had a specific horse she wanted to ride but that involved actually speaking. How easy it would have been to telepathically speak with the rancher, but he would have probably freaked out like they usually do. It was silly, it was just another form of speaking...wasn't it?

Of course, the only thing that had gone wrong was when the mean old billy goat had tried to ram into Charlotte after it had gotten loose from it's pen. Charlotte hadn't been expecting it and had no way of dodging when she saw it coming. Screaming, the child put her arms up in fear which causing her to unknowingly use her telekinesis in front of the other children, deflecting the goat and keeping it from hurting her.

Not far from where Charlotte lay, she could hear other girls giggling and whispering. Charlie didn't even bother to look up from her bed, she knew who they were. Being nine years old and having lived at the orphanage for five years, the girl understood the hierarchy of the orphanage and she was at the bottom and had very little chance to actually move up.

"Can you believe that freak?" One of the girls said, looking over at where Charlotte lay, not even bothering to whisper. Tears stung Char's eyes but as always, she remained silent. Even in her pain she was silent. She was a freak, she had never heard that word until she had come to the orphanage. Apparently it was used to describe people that no one else could understand. So yes...she was a freak.

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