Charlotte Carter
Oct 15, 2014 8:22:44 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2014 8:22:44 GMT -7
Charlotte Carter
| NAME Charlotte Mary Carter ALIAS Nickname: Charlie Codename: Sparrow AGE 31 DATE OF BIRTH 12/7/2550 GENDER Female | PLAY BY Emily Blunt SEXUAL ORIENTATION Bisexual AFFILIATION Formerly aligned with Alliance, formerly aligned with Blue Sun Corporation, now neutral/independent contractor OCCUPATION Professional Infiltrator and Saboteur PLACE OF BIRTH Londinium |
HEIGHT
5'7"
WEIGHT
115 Lbs.
HAIR
Dark Brown, Shoulder-length hair
that is often pulled back into a ponytail
or bun
EYE COLOR
Piercing BluePHYSICAL BUILD
Athletic, Acrobatic, Limber/Flexible,
DISTINGUISHING MARKS
Tattoo of Sparrow on shoulder
GENERAL APPEARANCE
Badass bitch with plenty of scars to
show off.
CLOTHING STYLE
Predominantly dark clothing, para-
military jumpsuit often laced with
tactical gear
LIKES
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OVERALL PERSONALITY
ISTJ or Introvert(61%) Sensing (25%) Thinking (50%) Judging(6%)
Charlotte's own personality is influenced/drawn from her own past experiences as well as her career path and set of skills. As seen in her personal history, Charlotte has trouble has connecting with people close to her, although she is capable of doing so. Her general distrust in people is also a reflection in the distrust she has for herself; for years she has worked in a field that requires discretion, objectivity, and anonymity. Often in the past Charlotte was required to work solo, so learning to work with a group can be challenging.
Her continual changing of employers is less about about loyalty and more so about her survivalist nature. Due to her tactical prowess and highly observational skills, Charlotte defensively often seeks the best advantage in any given scenario, and when presented with an opportunity, she will take it.
Although she is known for her professionalism and overall objectivity, she also has her own brand of complex morals. Charlotte is known to put the mission above herself, and will do whatever is required to complete said mission, however violence and tyranny are two major things that she does not condone. Charlotte is versed in a set of skills that would make her dangerous, but she is not malicious nor aggressive at heart.
For a slew of reasons, one of the main things she fails to accomplish is also not surprisingly one of the most desired: to connect with people. Hiding behind her own professionalism, Charlotte is an extremely sensitive individual that would like to be loved. For so long she has been tasked to focus on the interest of others (clients) but fails to focus on herself, and although she is trained to be observant and analyze people tactfully, she still struggles to understand them. With a new job on the Peerless, Charlotte hopes for an opportunity to start new and fresh, and to build relationships with the people around her.
| FATHER Oliver James Carter (66) MOTHER Joanna Marie Burnham (maiden) (d) SIBLINGS Emily Marie Carter (26) OTHER NOTABLE RELATIVES N/A small family | SIGNIFICANT OTHER Aaron Boone: rival, former lover (31) CHILDREN N/A never married OTHER SIGNIFICANT PERSONS N/A PETS N/A not a crazy cat lady |
BACKSTORY
Charlotte was born in a suburb of New Cardiff, Londinium. She was the first of two children of Joanna, a curator for the Londinium Museum of History, and Oliver James Carter, an Assistant Minister in the Alliance Parliament. Charlotte's younger sister was Emily, an exuberant child that idolized her older sister and followed her everywhere. It was Emily who was the first to nickname her older sister "Charlie". Charlie and her sister attended Ibstock Academy, one of New Cardiff's top schools. When they weren't buried in their studies, Charlie and Emily loved to explore, and were often seen running around the museums where their mother worked. Charlotte never visited her father at work, but was shown "The House" from a distance; the old majestic clock tower at the forefront and the looming flagship all vivid memories. Some of Charlotte's fondest memories stem from the early days of her childhood, moments that included playing tag with her sister in the backyard, watching her mother paint by the large bayside window at home against the waning sunlight, and her father's imaginative bedside stories.
Like the name of John Milton's epic poem, Charlotte's paradise was lost when her mother was killed in a fatal accident on her daily commute back home from work in New Cardiff. Charlie was only 10 at the time, her younger sister only 5 years of age. Joanna's death weighed heavily on their father Oliver, who still managed to provide for his children but became a bitter alcoholic. Seeing their estranged father struggle, Charlotte assumed the majority of motherly duties, including taking care of Emily. The loss of their mother also deeply affected Emily, who over time began to act out and quarrel with her older sister. The two had a falling out during Charlotte's teenage years, and when she saw an opportunity to escape the whole situation, Charlie left her family behind.
Due to a combination of high test scores and the notable position her father held in Parliament, Charlotte was approach by the Ministry of Intelligence when she became 18 years old. Alienated from her own father and sister, and no longer feeling obligated to look after them, Charlotte accepted the Ministry's offer for an entry-position as an Analyst.
By 21 Charlotte was fast-tracked into the elite SAS (Special Alliance Support) Program, where she was trained and specialized in stealth, infiltration, and various combat tactics. From 21 to 28 Charlie stayed on with the Ministry of Intelligence, growing in the ranks and creating a name for herself in the intelligence community. Throughout her budding career she was often approached by her sister Emily, who pleaded with her to reconnect with the family and their now sober father. Despite a slew of apologies, the lack of support she received from Oliver raising Emily, and the ungrateful bitterness she received from her sister, Charlotte refused to speak with the family. It was only out of the persistence of Emily that she became on speaking terms with her sister towards the end of her career. Her father, now a Minister, publicly endorsed his daughter and the Ministry of Intelligence, but privately failed to speak with Charlotte for many years.
Charlotte was completely career-driven and had few acquaintances at the Ministry of Intelligence. Her one true friend was also her friendly rival in basic training, Aaron Boone. He himself was running from his own past, and was also a gifted agent when he joined the SAS. Towards the end of their careers, the two were working together as the highest ranking members of the Counter-Intelligence Division. It was Aaron Boone who first suggested they go into the private sector, but Charlie was initially hesitant.
While out on assignment on Meridian, Charlotte was once again approached with an offer, this time by the Blue Sun Corporation. Along with the traditional incentive of payment and a high-ranking position within the Corporation, Blue Sun also provided the means to fake Charlotte's death and safely cut ties with the Alliance and the Ministry of Intelligence. The report on Charlotte's death was deeply disturbing for Emily, and in a bout of depression, Emily attempted to take her own life. Feeling guilty but not able to come forward, Charlotte decided to allot the majority of her money to anonymously support her family, in particular to help her sister.
From 28 to 30 years of age Charlotte was contracted to work for the Blue Sun Corporation in corporate espionage. The majority of her work involved stealing and retrieving high-value information and objects, all in the name of Blue Sun's corporate interests. Over time she was viewed as a blunt object, a weapon for the Blue Sun Corporation to use when force was needed. The escalation of assassination and kidnapping requests signaled to Charlie the recklessness of a now emboldened Corporation, and she felt the need to get out.
Charlie seized the opportunity to defect when she was out on a particular job. The bombing of a rival security firm would not only discredit the competition, but would also pave the way for the Blue Sun Corporation to secure a contract. Initially Charlotte was told that the building headquarters would be empty when she struck, but upon arrival she quickly noticed that a majority of civilian employees were still in the building. No longer looking to dirty her hands, she not only refused to complete the job but also anonymously turned in the ordinance to the authorities, providing enough evidence to implicate the Blue Sun Corporation. After lining enough pockets and discreetly removing key individuals, Blue Sun managed to redirect and place the blame elsewhere to quickly close the investigation, but not before receiving a damaged reputation publicly and by extension an economical impact. Understanding the amount of pressure she would be facing, Charlotte reached out to a few criminal contacts and used whatever money she had left to go into hiding.
A year would pass before Charlie could successfully establish herself as a private contractor in the criminal underworld, often doing jobs for organizations and ships like the Peerless to build a reputation.ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
"There's something I want to show you" Joanna said smiling. She motioned for her daughter to step into the back storage space of the museum. Together they navigated through the field of relics before stopping at one in particular.
The wooden base was faded, the varnish completely stripped. The metallic plaque on the front was nearly rusted over with bits of dirt still stuck to the plating. Only the first four letters of the word were still legible, and read out as "STAN". On the right side of the wooden box was an old metal crank, fitted with a matching wooden handle. The neck of the device was slender and smooth, curving out like a metallic swan neck. The head was the most impressive part; the horn flared out its folds like a flower and was painted a deep royal blue and lined with pale gold paint. It was the oldest object Charlotte ever saw, and she was completely in love with it.
"What is it?" Charlotte whispered, trying to be as careful as possible. Even at eight years old, she was convinced that the breath in her words would be enough to make it fall apart.
"It's called a phonograph," her mother explained, wrapping her arm around Charlotte as she spoke. "It's really old. Way back from Earth-That-Was." Her daughter's wide-eyed reaction was enough to make Joanna smile.
"What does it do?" Charlotte asked.
"It plays music. Actually, it used to play music; it's more rust than machine now. Back then, you used to have to use large flat discs to play music."
Charlotte's furrowed brow and pout lips were enough to signal to Joanna that she was struggling to conceptualize how the device worked. She bent down, reaching Charlotte's eye level as she spoke. "See, the music used to come through there" she said pointing to the blue and gold pavillion. "Hey, want to know a secret?" she added with a hushed excitement. Charlotte nodded.
"So there's this legend, see. Supposedly the original owner of this phonograph loved his music so much, that he memorized all the words to all the songs he used to listen to. During the Exodus you were only supposed to bring the essentials, but this man decided to bring along what he loved the most in all the 'Verse. He traded or lost his music discs along the way, but he always kept the phonograph. When he passed it along he taught as many songs to the new owner that he could, and then that owner would teach as many songs as he could remember to another owner, and so on." Joanna stopped for dramatic effect; she could see now that Charlotte was hanging on to her every word. "So as it turns out, a collector called Mr. Haymer knew a few songs as well. He taught a few songs to the staff when he donated this to the museum."
Charlotte was convinced, but decided to ask anyways. "Do you know any songs?"
Joanna cocked her head to the side, and stared up into the ceiling as if she was reaching far back into her memory. "Well I might remember one..." she muttered with a smirk. Charlotte was emphatically tugging on her now.
"Teach me! Teach me!" her daughter begged.
Joanna raised her hands in forfeit. "Alright Charlie, calm down" she said laughing. "This song starts off with a slow guitar..."Where do you go when you do that?" Boone inquired. His question broke the silence, as well as Charlie's concentration.
***
"What?" she asked, confused.
"I said, 'where do you go when you do that?' The whole, staring off into space thing you normally do."
Charlie rolled her eyes. "I don't 'space out'. It's called focusing on the objective." The two were perched on a high cliff, overlooking a small backwater town. The buildings were clustered together in no particular fashion, with a small town square in the center. The only structure worth noting was the local bar, a communal watering hole for the depressed and inebriated. It also happened to be a bar that housed fugitives, criminals of Parliament, as recent reports suggested. The two were sprawled out on top of a smooth boulder, waiting for their target to surface. They were waiting in awkward silence for hours, and it was only a few minutes past high noon when Charlie's partner spoke up.
"Well how come I can't shoot and you spot?" Boone asked.
Charlie sighed, never breaking eye-contact from the scope of her sniper rifle. "Because in Basic I scored a 97 on my long-range marksmanship score and you didn't. So, you get to spot."
It was Boone's turn to roll his eyes. "I got a 94! What's a few points of difference?" Boone did have a point however, as Charlie began to notice the heavy fatigue in her eyes. She knew they would have to switch eventually, but Charlie was eager to take the shot herself; such was the nature of friendly competition.
Quietly to herself, she began to hum the opening guitar part of an old song she knew***
"Now, you say you're lonely..." Joanna started to sing. The soft notes echoed in the museum, evaporating as they floated to the tall ceiling.***
"You cried the whole night through..." Charlie starting to softly sing to herself. The song helped her focus, helped her escape from the distractions of her yapping partner, the fatigue that was slowly creeping in, and the hot temperature from the beaming sun overhead. As she sung to herself the high-value target stepped out from the bar and into the square. "...Well you can cry me a river..." Charlie crooned as she adjusted her rifle. Entranced by the simple melody of the song, the words trailed off into humming. Charlie was tuned in to her rifle now, noting how the scope was slowly becoming an extension of her own eye. The butt-stock seemed to melt into her, and the rifle just became another arm to her. She could feel the smoothness of the trigger, knew the curvature of it all too well as she lightly caressed it with her finger. The humming helped her keep her heart rate down, and she breathed in slowly.***
"I don't think I can remember all the words" a crestfallen Charlotte said.
Joanna sighed and shrugged. "I guess you'll just need to practice is all" she replied with a grin. She beckoned her daughter out of the storage room and back into the main hallway.
"Can you sing it to me again when I go to bed?" Charlotte asked. For her, it was less about learning a new song and more about keeping a secret. A secret that only she and her mother would know.***
Charlie exhaled and lightly leaned on the trigger, pulling it with ease. "...I cried a river over you." The shot cracked like a whip, echoing across the valley.
"Target down" Boone confirmed. The two laid there quietly for a few moments, watching as the town began a panicked frenzy over the dead body painting the square red. Charlie cleared her throat and got up from the perch, to stretch out her muscles.
"You see Boone..." Charlie began, as she nodded for Aaron to look down below, "That's the difference 3 points can make" she said with a smirk.
Roleplay Experience: DoS, BSH, then back on DoS
How You Found DoS: I believe it was a fateful internet search way back when
Other Characters on the Site: Not yet
Preferred Method of Contact: PM or Skype chat
Anything else:
Ultimately I would like for Charlotte to be viewed as a non-violent criminal with morals. After working for "the man" for so long she wants to now focus on herself and her own interests, which in-part, including sticking it to corrupt governments and evil corporations. Short of killing someone in cold blood, she will do whatever it takes to complete a mission.
Much like any human being there are layers of complexity to Charlotte. She has a history of switching sides (survivalist) but also dislikes betrayal (a betryal she feels from her family). She is trained to be seductive (abilities/skills) but has trouble assimilating/making friends/finding lovers (hence, her awkwardness in social and romantics situations). This indicates that she's good at her job and good at appearing to be likable, but she's often worries about how she'll be generally perceived by those closer to her and those that work with her. All of that, coupled with her own mistrust shows just how complicated she can be.
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