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Oct 2, 2015 21:33:03 GMT -6
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Individual
Character's full name: Charlotte Ann Merle
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Wave
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Date of Birth: 06/08/1991
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Bridgeport, Connecticut
Nationality: American
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Caucasian/French
Appearance
Hair color and style: Dirty-blonde, shoulder length and wavy, but usually kept up in a messy bun
Skin Tone:Lightly tanned, but she longs to be darker
Eye Color: A pale blue, almost grey
Height: 5’7”
Build: Toned, with a few curves in the right places
Visible mutation: None
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Pierced ears and bellybutton; a small tattoo on her hip of the initials JHW (her ‘first true love’ from highschool. She’s determined to get it removed at some point.)
Other features: None
Everyday clothing style: Usually you can catch her in brightly colored tank tops and V-necks with denim cut-off shorts and some flats or flip-flops.
Uniform: Working as a waitress at Dudley’s Bar (a.k.a Hell) Charlotte’s uniform consists of a plain white V-neck (which is a size too small, but her boss says it helps get tips) and denim shorts or a skirt.
Sleepwear: Ideally, she likes sleeping in an oversized shirt and a pair of boxers. However, since she works night-shifts most times, she’ll come home, strip down to her bra and panties, and call it a night.
Miscellaneous clothing: Usually she carries around a small purse than holds a bottle of water, her makeup, and a pack of cigarettes.
Character
Personality: Charlotte is very approachable: one must be when they’re waitressing! The regulars have described her as being bubbly and outgoing, but can have a temper if you get on the wrong side of her. She has no problem expressing herself or her thoughts, and sometimes she may share just a little too much. On occasion she can come off as extremely flirty or forward, but that’s attributed to her waitressing and forgetting that not everyone she meets is a customer with a tip.
Hobbies/ Interests: Shopping, swimming, archery, reading, oh and was shopping mentioned?
Job or part time job and description: She’s been waitressing at Dudley’s for almost two years.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: She is deathly afraid of spiders, and most of the time she is concerned about whether or not she’ll be able to pay next month’s rent. But hey, what’s wrong with late rent as long as she has some new shoes?
Special talents: She fit eight superpuff marshmallows in her mouth one time. That counts..right?
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Charlotte tries her best to stay neutral; she hates all the fighting and problems going on around her. But if it came down to it, she would side with the “good”.
Mutations
Mutation description: Charlotte has the ability to manipulate water, bending it as she wishes. She cannot create her own water, so there must be some source of water readily available. She typically carries around a bottle of water in case she’s caught in a dry place. As far as she has been able to tell, water of all different types (tap, salt, etc.) seem to behave the same, although some water can act defiant. That is, she has to work more to control and manipulate it. She has attempted on multiple occasions to use her ability on ice and water vapors, but she’s found that her powers don’t extend to water when in states other than liquid.
Strengths: Not a big fan of fighting, Charlotte finds she’s better as using water to defend herself rather than attack someone. She protects herself by manipulating the density of the water, causing it to become “hard”, almost as if you were touching wood. She can use this ability to “harden” water to the point where she could cut through paper and wood with ease. If she were to attempt cutting steel or any sort of tough metal, she found have to focus and dedicate a large amount of time hacking at it before she could cut through. Because of her ability to control water, she has somewhat of a sixth sense when she is approaching some source of water, but only if it is in its liquid state. She has found that she can detect most amounts of water, ranging from a glass on a table to a puddle or lake down the road.
Weaknesses and Limitations: Charlotte’s control over water can only extend to twenty or twenty-five feet. Anything further than that and she is unable to manipulate it. She has only been able to control between ten and fifteen gallons of water. She finds it easier to focus on one entity of water instead of trying to split her attention between multiple entities. She has controlled up to three entities before, but found it hard to keep her focus split between them for longer than ten minutes. Strain is put on her as she tries to focus on more or control more than her limit, resulting in headaches, blurred vision and, if she pushes herself too far, she will simply pass out. She can control or ‘hold’ water for up to thirty minutes, but any duration after twenty minutes and she must focus completely on the water or else her control begins to falter. Her control over water also leeches small amounts from her own body, which can lead to dehydration. Because of this, Charlotte must drink anywhere between ten and twelve glasses of water a day, otherwise she can become groggy and sluggish.
She has found that it is nearly impossible to control water that has/had electricity running through it. Something about the electrical current disrupts her connection to the water, leaving her with minimal control. At the most she could manipulate the water for five minutes.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: In high school, Charlotte was a swimmer and does her best to swim three times a week. She hates physical activity outside of swimming and avoids lifting and running as much as she can.
Fighting Style: She doesn’t really have a ‘fighting’ style. She prefers to be evasive, and if there’s a body of water nearby she will stay close to or actually get in it.
Fighting Style Pros/Cons: The pro is she can use her swimming skills to her advantage. The cons are she’s out of luck if there’s no water around, and all that running really exhausts her.
History Of Your Character
Born to French immigrants Hugo and Colette Merle, a pastry chef and French teacher respectively, Charlotte was the second of three children. Growing up in Bridgeford, Connecticut, Charlotte and her siblings, older brother Oliver and younger sister Adelaide, had never heard of mutants before, until her brother’s twelfth birthday party. She was too young to remember personally, but according to her brother (who liked to exaggerate just a little), instead of blowing out the candles on his cake he ended up breathing out a small amount of fire, setting the dining room table aflame. From that point on, Charlotte hoped and prayed and dreamed of what her power would be, and if it would manifest on her birthday like her brother’s. Maybe she’d sprout fairy wings, or be able to teleport, or talk to animals!
But her 12th birthday came and went, and…nothing. No wings, no teleporting, and her cat just gave her a weird look whenever she tried talking to it. Charlotte was devastated. She thought she was going to be the one child who didn’t have a power. She started secluding herself. She left the house often, wandering the woods and spending time at the small ponds and rivers that were nestled in the city. Years and years passed, and Charlotte heard of all the horrible things happening to mutants in the big city. She started to think maybe it was good that she wasn’t a mutant. She wouldn’t have to fear for her life.
Onto high school, where being a mutant was out of her mind and all Charlotte thought about was joining the swim team. Something just seemed.. right about it. And joined it she did. She quickly became the star of the swim team. She didn’t even think she swam that well. When she was in the water, it almost felt like it was gently nudging her, helping her get the best times. Her and her family was ecstatic. Her teammate Randy, however, was not. One evening after practice, he asked Charlotte for some tips to swim better. Once they were in the pool and she asked to see his form, he turned and delivered an open-handed slap to her face. Her head snapped back and, caught off guard, she didn’t have time to retaliate before his hands were around her throat and her head was underwater. She struggled and kicked, but he was much stronger than she. And then something happened. The water began moving. Not little ripples, but giant waves began filling the pool. They slowly began circling Charlotte and Randy, gradually speeding up until his hands were off her throat and he was caught in the thrashing of the waves, which were now slamming him against the wall. She didn’t know what to do. She was terrified. “Stop..Please,” she mumbled, and suddenly everything was calm. The water surface was completely still, as if nothing had happened. But she knew what happened. It had finally happened. And she had to leave.
She told her parents she had to leave town, that she was ready for a new city. They begged her to stay, but deep inside they knew what the reason was. And just like that, she left. Her destination was New York, where she knew she could be around others just like her, even if it meant putting herself in danger. Now, 4 years later, Charlotte works as a waitress at Dudley’s, making minimum wage and trying to keep up with rent while buying every expensive handbag she sees.
Roleplay
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Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Nope
Sample RP:
It was just after midnight, and the moon was high in the sky, casting a dull glow over the streets. For being so late, the streets were still bustling with a collection of different people. And among those people was Charlotte Merle. The twenty-two year old waitress had just gotten off work, and in dire need of a cigarette. She knew it was a nasty habit, but something about a cigarette after dealing with drunk customers who wanted to grope her made the night worth it, especially when there was a substantial wad of cash in her front pocket. And she’d rather smell of smoke than stale beer any day. She fumbled in her small bag, looking for the small pack of cigarettes and her lighter.
Stopping at a deserted street corner, the young blonde finally yanked her cigarettes out, letting out a triumphant “Ha ha!”. She placed the filter between her lips and flicked her lighter, taking a deep breath as she felt the smoke fill her lungs. Her shoulders relaxed and her head slowly tilted back as she exhaled, watching the smoke slowly drift away from her. Before she could take another drag, she felt something tug at her. Thinking it was just a rude passerby, she paid no mind. That was, until, she realized the weight her purse created on her shoulder had magically disappeared. She could feel her heart beat increase as adrenaline and anger started coursing through her veins. She turned, so sharply that she almost lost her balance on top of her heels. Her eyes narrowed and she saw her target.
Only ten feet or so away she saw a black figured growing smaller, and in its hand was her purse. She let out a disgruntled sigh, flicked her cigarette into the street, and started jogging after him. She was going to regret running in heels when she woke up, but that purse was Coach! She began picking up speed, keeping an eye on the dark figure as it turned a corner into an alley. She could feel her breath catching; swimming was one thing, but running was completely different. She skidded around the corner, and came to a halt as she realized it was dead-end.
And there, trying to hide behind a trashcan about as well as an elephant hiding behind a tree was the thief, her pink purse dangling from his grubby fingers. “You have something that belongs to me,” she spat, rather shaky, as she tried to catch her breath. “and I want it back.” The dark figure let out a deep, two-note laugh. Charlotte almost would have been scared, had it not been for the fact that she saw the puddle that the figure had stepped into. A smile crept across her face as she heard the man beckon, “If you want it then you gotta come get it.” She heard him mutter some sort of swear word that was definitely not to be said to a lady, and scoffed in disgust.
Before she could even think about doing anything, her arm was already thrusting itself in front of her, her painted fingernails curling into a fist. “What are you - What the-“Before the man could finish his sentence, the water he was standing in began to wrap around his ankles, slithering up his legs like snakes. The tendrils moved rapidly, constricting his legs and arms. Charlotte walked forward, snatched her purse, and turned. “Don’t ever-“ and she paused, placing a cigarette in her mouth and lighting it, “-ever touch my purse again.” She exhaled, exited the alley and flicked her wrist behind her head. She heard the splash of water as it hit the ground and the thud that followed, which beckoned a smile to her lips. Any man that touched her purse would not live to see another day. And with that, she sashayed home, a cigarette dangling between her lips and her purse clutched tightly to her side.
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