[@Xaltwind] [hider=Charlotte Roberts] [center][b][h1][color=gold]Charlotte Roberts[/color][/h1][/b][/center] [hider=Appearance] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/e4svUPm.jpg[/img][/center] [i]Height: 5'9" Eye Color: Lavender Hair Color: White, with pink and purple highlights [/i][/hider] [b]Name[/b]: Charlotte Victoria Roberts [b]Age[/b]: 17 [b]Nationality[/b]: The United States of America [b]Occupation[/b]: High School Student; Part Time Barista [b]Gender[/b]: Female [b]Personality[/b]: Charlotte is a person who is both rather hard working and able to be rather patient with things she is working with or tasks she believes are worth doing, at least, and is the kind of person who might be found plugging away at a project all-night or putting her all into some other task if she felt it was important enough or had enough value without another word until you find her passed out at her workbench. The sort who seeks to get straight to the problem as best as she can, planning and thinking on it and even trying out different approaches until she can find a solution if she has to. Another thing that can describe her well would be ‘down to earth’, though, as she is usually focused firstly on functionality and practicality when making something or accomplishing a task. This isn’t to say she doesn’t have an imagination, but that she tends to try to look at things first and foremostly in a practical sense from her perspective. When frustrated she tends to bottle things up inside herself for the most part, including at times until they make her ‘explode’, though in a general sense she tries to be at least polite and courteous with those around her when in public and so forth. She dislikes her costume and is irritated by it in that it is far more ‘eye-catching and flashy’ than anything she’d ever care to wear normally at all. More like something her older sister would wear, actually, as she herself had always preferred to wear baggy and long and comfortable clothing over anything else. Not that she wasn’t accustomed to safety gear for working otherwise, but this….really? She looked like she belonged in a casino serving drinks or rolling dice for pity’s sake! But even though wearing this thing would continue to irritate her to no end in a general sense….well, if wearing this thing meant she could make interesting new things and cast cool spells that had to at least be a silver lining about having to wear it to be able do any of the cool things as well as survive, right? …Right?! [b]Background[/b]: Despite her parents getting ‘fancy’ with her name, Charlotte was born in what many might see as a ‘run of the mill’ middle class lifestyle. Mostly. The second oldest of four to two happily married parents, she would also end up becoming the ‘daddy’s girl’ of the bunch as she took an interest in many of the tools and work her electrician of a father made use of in his line of work. This would eventually turn into fiddling and tinkering with things using her hands, ranging from participating in the local ‘battle robot’ league to just fixing things in the general sense or helping fix things as she learned more about it. Despite this, she would also come to help around the house in general as well as in handling her younger siblings and wrangling them or the like. Unlike her generally more spoiled older sister, she never really complained about it over the years and mostly kept quiet and just got things done. Yet this also came at the price of having to help more around the house as her father was injured on the job and her mother picked up part time work to help supplement the family income. It certainly was a life of sorts to live, but it was a life she came to be patient with all the same. In that vein she was often called ‘more mature’ for her age by some of her teachers, though whale that was true enough about her ‘reserved’ was probably the better word to use at other times. Often Charlotte wasn’t the most outgoing social figure, though she did manage to find a few friends either at school or within the realm of her personal pursuits and tinkering. Likewise, where her older sister would end up seeking a business degree in college one day for a future she instead felt like taking up a trade like her father did or maybe working with computers and IT-type things. When she turned sixteen, she would eventually find work as a barista at a local coffee shop. The owners of the location knew her father like friends, since he’d done some work for them in the past at their home a few times over, and they were a welcoming presence (at least) as Charlotte would be hired and eventually get the idea of how to do her first job over time. By a year later, as she began her senior year of high school, she was accustomed to the orders of regulars and the occasional ‘curveballs’ that would come her way for the most part. Etc. Yet one late night, this being early on in her senior year of high school still, she was working at her and her father’s shared workbench in the garage basement of the house and was getting rather tired after having worked earlier that day. As she was beginning to turn off things and put her work on the latest little battle robot she was making, though, suddenly she thought she heard a voice speaking to her. Looking around herself she couldn’t see anyone, family or otherwise, but the voice kept getting more and more clear and distinct. As it did so, her eyes felt more and more heavy as well. Then it all went black. [b]Costume Overview[/b]: [i]Type[/i]: Hybrid (Caster/Artificer) [i]Source[/i]: Casinos/Anime [i]Imagery[/i]: Gambling [b]Powers/Abilities/Spells[/b]: - [i]Auto-Cleaning[/i]: Your costume somehow washes itself daily, meaning you never need to worry about stains or bad smell! - [i]Auto-Repair[/i]: Should your costume ever become torn or damaged, don't worry! It somehow restores and repairs itself daily, meaning maintenance is a non-issue! ... Unless you're in a still on-going fight. - [i]Pajama Party[/i]: A sleeveless, spaghetti strap, gold-colored, and comfortable knee-length nightgown, which has lacy black borders along the bottom of it with gambling-type imagery in detail sewn into it with gold threads. It is also, and most importantly, rather comfortable to sleep in and automatically grows longer in colder weather or colder climes (and shorter in hot weather or hotter climates respectively) to keep the wearer more comfortable at night no matter where they are! - [i]Stat Boost (minor)[/i]: Depending on which type of costume you picked, you gain a small passive boost to the correlating primary attributes. Do not touch this section though, the GM will fill it in once your sheet is accepted and posted in the characters tab. - [i]Crapshoot[/i]: Two conjured magical dice are conjured and fired off at the target like projectiles. Can only target a singular target. The spell is performed by simply pointing a finger at the target, whether it be via a cool ‘finger gun’ or just pointing any finger of hers at the target, and activating the spell. Spell is only launched from a single finger, however, even if multiple ones are pointed at the target (in such a case she has to choose which finger it is cast from if more than one is pointing at the intended target). The dice will have a singular random ‘element’ imbued into them upon being conjured and fired off at the target, which is chosen only at the discretion of the GM alone once the spell has been cast (unless alternatively I can choose randomly what element is imbued on my end instead, in which case please change this if that is the GM’s wish; whatever works best). - [i]Next Power/Ability/Spell[/i]: (Space reserved for later.) - [i]Next Power/Ability/Spell[/i]: (Space reserved for later.) - [i]Next Power/Ability/Spell[/i]: (Space reserved for later.) - [i]Next Power/Ability/Spell[/i]: (Space reserved for later.) My favorite candy bar is a Payday! [/hider]