[center][h1][b][color=darksalmon]C H A R L O T T E[/color][/b][/h1][hr][b][color=gray]SHIGANSHINA DISTRICT — WALL MARIA[/color][/b][/center][hr]
Grief was an emotion Charlie thought she'd never come across at such a young age, until the fall of Wall Maria almost brought her mind to its knees. Her father's death had, unfortunately, been a painful one, according to her mother; with his left leg crushed beyond repair under the rubble of the bakery, Charlie's mother was urged to flee as the footsteps of titans could be heard from around the street corner.

No details were spared. In silent grief for several days, Charlie barely spoke to her mother for five days straight, and even after that the two rarely spoke on a day to day basis. As comforting as her mother had been on that day, that would be the most Charlie would ever see from her, home life being as tense as ever since the fall. The girl felt hollow, empty — day after day, it always felt like a part of her was missing.

Unless she wanted to get into the routine of working herself to death in the summer and almost starving to death in the winter, there was no purpose in staying with her mother anymore, no good reason. So, Charlie left.

Just as mother had always wanted.

[hr][center][b][color=gray]TRAINING GROUNDS — WALL ROSE[/color][/b][/center][hr]
Standing firm amongst soon-to-be soldiers, Charlie observed in slight discomfort at the verbal - and occasionally physical - torment the head instructor was giving many of the other cadets. Taking a verbal beat down was nothing unfamiliar to the girl, although the instructor's rather… interesting comments made Charlie prepare for the worst. She kept her posture tough and straight, only accentuating her height - now almost bordering six feet in the last two years - even more. Charlie made sure to at least breathe as she saw the instructor marching into her direction.

She didn't expect any less from the man. Ignoring the heartbeat faintly buzzing in her ears, Charlie replied to his words, monotone but clear.

[b]"[color=darksalmon]Charlotte Freud, sir. And I assure you that I'm not as mad to have seen anything of the sort, nor do I consider myself a liar in saying that, sir.[/color][/b]

Charlie tensed her muscles as she spoke, preparing for whatever sort of response awaited her.