Individual
Character's full name: Charlotte Elizabeth Sinclair
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Any form of Charlotte. Her current favourite is Charlie.
Gender: Female
Age: 261 (looks early-mid twenties)
Date of Birth: 02/18/1757
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: London, England
Nationality: British
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: European mix
Appearance
Hair color and style: Long, blonde hair. Often chopped in strange styles and slight askew.
Skin Tone: Moderately pale. She tries to tan whenever she can, but it doesn’t usually last very long.
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 5’10”
Build: Slim, well-toned
Visible mutation: N/A
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: She picks them all up constantly, but none of them stay for long.
Other features: N/A
Everyday clothing style: Her staple is a leather jacket and jeans, but you'll also often catch her in other things. Charlie likes to keep up with trends. She will usually wear whatever’s in style at the time, making sure never to stick out too much. She tends to prefer short, revealing clothes.
Uniform: N/A
Sleepwear: Usually nothing, but occasionally a nightgown. Sometimes she’ll just fall asleep in her clothes.
Miscellaneous clothing: N/A
Character
Personality: Charlie has few inhibitions. One of the biggest things that she’s learned over her many, many years is that life goes on no matter what choices you make. So, she typically isn’t afraid to try new things. She's a bit rough around the edges, so she occasionally rubs people the wrong way; she has a tendency to swear.
She's an extroverted introvert, so she likes to be involved in social situations, but she often takes a while to recharge afterwards. For the most part, she's easy to get on with. That being said, Charlie can flip a switch when she wants to. She's seen more than the average person, and she isn't afraid to do what she needs to do to survive. She'll get angry and violent if the scenario calls for it.
She has a hard time forming relationships with other people since she knows she’ll outlive them. Sort of. She might make friends or even develop feelings for someone, but she’ll be very, very wary about forming deep connections with them.
She likes to travel, but she never seems to get very far outside of New York before she finds herself right back there.
When she remembers fewer of her lives, she’s generally a bit more cautious and willing to settle down, but it doesn’t usually last long. She’s occasionally slightly confused or worrisome when she can’t remember things.
Charlie also really likes to learn. She’ll read just about anything that she can get her hands on, and she always likes to be the first one figuring out new technology when it arrives. She likes change. It keeps her going.
Hobbies/ Interests: Painting, rock climbing, cliff jumping, playing the guitar, reading, photography.
Job or part time job and description: Charlie's freelance job as a Private investigator at her own firm, Private Eye Investigations, has fallen to the wayside a little in favour of her work at the Syndicate. She still does occasional jobs, but most of her attention is on the Syndicate.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Outliving everyone. Each time that she wakes up from a death, Charlie gets a little more terrified that this will be her fate forever.
Coulrophobia. Charlie is terrified of clowns. Sink-to-her-knees-crying terrified.
Special talents: Excellent painter and photographer. Very good at being silent and going unnoticed.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Neutral. Charlie won’t choose to be involved in politics or other people’s business, but she’s also a bit of a spitfire. She’ll fight for a cause if she’s given reason to, often with little care for her own personal well-being.
Mutations
Mutation description: A deathless death Essentially, when Charlie dies, she doesn’t really die. Her first death was when she was twenty-three, inside a little furniture shop (now a bar). At that moment, her powers activated, and that had been her “save point”. Her body imprinted on that place at a moment of high stress, and now whenever she dies, her molecules disperse and reform at that exact location.
Strengths:- The most obvious strength is that Charlie cannot really die. Anything that kills her will cause her body to return to that state in that location. No matter the circumstances.
- As long as Charlie dies regularly, she will be in peak condition forever.
- When she is “resurrected”, her body resets its original condition. Any scars, injuries, or otherwise will disappear.
- When she resurrects, it happens instantly. Her body will disappear from whatever situation it is in and reappear in the basement of the bar.
Weaknesses and Limitations:- Charlie seems to attract death. The average life expectancy of regular people is about eighty years. The longest life that Charlie has lived to date was her first. Ever since then, she hasn’t been able to evade death for more than a year or so.
- Each time she “resurrects”, her clothes and personal possessions do not come with her.
- Memories also do not always travel well. No matter what, all her memories are stored, but they are difficult to access. Each death is different, and she comes back with varying amounts of her memory intact. Sometimes she will remember each excruciating moment, and sometimes she will only remember a few lifetimes. Usually, she will remember the majority of her life within a week of being resurrected. Sometimes, she will remember very little.
- Charlie can still feel pain. Death usually hurts quite a bit.
- Charlie can die from old age. She just hasn’t lived long enough to figure that out.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: (Strength/Speed/Reflexes/Stamina/Flexibility)
Strength - a little above average for someone of her size and weight.
Speed - Charlie is very fast. Above average for someone of her size and weight.
Reflexes - generally pretty poor. Why bother with them if you don’t
need them?
Stamina - average.
Flexibility - average.
Fighting Style: Charlie fights dirty. She doesn’t typically care if she gets injured while fighting, so she will immediately go offensive and stay that way. She’ll use whatever heavy object is within her reach.
Fighting Style Pros/Cons: Usually, she’ll get some good blows out, but she also tends to injure herself. Occasionally, she’ll die.
History Of Your Character
Charlotte Elizabeth Sinclair was born to two English socialites in the eighteenth century. She grew up proper and cared for, attending the occasional party and spending most of her time reading books and whatever else she could get her hands on. She grew up with two older brothers and a younger sister.
When she was seventeen, her family decided to travel to America in order to help settle the new world and help quell some of the rising tension. Her father moved them to New York City, and Charlotte led a very similar life, though with a little less money than before.
Things continued on like that for some time. Charlotte was married off to a British officer, James, at the age of 22, and she planned on living out her days as a wife and mother. However, the next year, tensions reached a boiling point with the revolution. Her husband went off to fight the revolutionists, and she stayed home to tend to their estate.
Other than the fact that her husband was away, things seemed to be looking alright for Charlotte. While she cared for James, she wasn’t really in love with him, and she didn’t have to worry about him being there when the war was going on.
So, she carried out an affair with a woman much closer to her age that lived near her, Iris. They would meet in the basement of furniture shop that the other woman’s husband owned in secret.
Before long, James came home and discovered that his wife was out somewhere else, so he went looking for her. He found her in a compromising position with another woman and was enraged. In a fit of anger, he shot both of them.
Both women died, but Charlotte woke up a few seconds later in a pool of her own blood, finding no wound on her body. She pretended to be dead until James left and then fled the scene.
Unsure of what happened to her, Charlotte continued on, living a new life in a new area. However, it wasn’t long before the Reaper caught up with her again, and she woke up in the same furniture shop as before. Things continued on just like that, with her dying every once and awhile, never putting down roots for fear that they wouldn’t last.
When the furniture shop was closed, Charlie fretted, worried that it would be knocked down. She convinced the man that owned the bar next door to buy that place out and expand. Allan Hardy. She then made a deal with him to be able to keep clothes in the basement and for him to keep his mouth shut in exchange for money. That deal has continued for two generations.
In the mid-2000s, Charlie opened Private Eye Investigations, a private investigation business in a run-down neighbourhood of New York, and she has since made a bit of a name for herself.
Roleplay
What’s your OOC alias?: Lix
Where did you learn about this site?: Gooooooogle
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: matt morales
Sample RP:
Charlotte Sinclair is dead! For now, anyway. A sing-song thought ran through her mind as she opened her eyes. She’d been… falling somewhere, maybe? Her memory was pretty good that time around. She knew exactly where she was and what was going on. That was rarely the case.
She shivered as she sat up in the dark basement. It seemed to have leaked at some point. Probably recently. Charlie could feel the slick coating on water on the concrete flooring against her bare skin. It was cold. Oh, so cold.
Groggily, she stood up and stretched. In a way, it was like waking from a long nap in a strange position. Her eyes had adjusted to the low lighting, and she could finally make out the basement. It looked just about the same as always. She had been there the past week, after all.
She shook out her legs and arms as she walked across the floor, the pool of water splashing with each step she took. She’d stashed clothes… somewhere…
In the box in the corner. That was what it was. She ventured over to it and pried open the soggy cardboard, revealing the slightly damp pair of jeans, t-shirt, shoes, jacket, and undergarments.
She dressed quickly, the clothes doing nothing to make the chill any more bearable. Once she was fully dressed, she pulled her hair back and walked up the stairs into the kitchen of the little bar.
”Roger,” Charlie greeted with a salute when she saw the current patriarch of the Hardy family at the top of the stairs.
“Thought I heard someone groaning down there. You’re looking chipper this morning,” he noted, letting her pass through his employees without much concern for safety regulations.
Charlie merely nodded and continued to walk, brushing off anything he might say.
”Yeah, yeah. I have a client to get to.”
