Charlotte Rose Bennet

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[attr="class","profileboxscroll"]Charlotte is a punk girl, plain and simple. She’s her own woman, with confidence to spare and the stubbornness to back it up. She knows who she is, what she wants and what she doesn’t want, and isn’t afraid to make any of it known to those around her, should it be called into question. While she can respect and even value others’ opinions, Charlie never lets any of the negative ones directed towards her, bring her down or make her feel small. She’s quite short and petite physically, but as her signature tattoo reminds her every day “And though she be but little, she is fierce.”. And true to the words, she is a fiercely independent soul with a bad habit of questioning authority. She prefers follow her own rules, but to keep out of trouble, she’s reluctantly begun to try and behave more like a ‘proper lady’. More often than not, she fails as it. Horribly. But she gets an A+ for the effort she puts into it at the very least.

While most people tend to have their personal defenses, things that keep them from trusting too easily or getting taken advantage of.. Charlotte’s walls are immense. She’s fairly friendly and polite with strangers, but always holds them at a distance. Nine times out of eight, Charlie’s going to keep to herself. Her problems are her own; she doesn’t need help. Or advice. Or someone to talk to. Or lean on. She keeps everything to herself and often just bottles it up inside. It takes an exceptional amount of time for her to allow someone the opportunity to get close to her-- An even then, most people aren’t keen on sticking around that long. Especially with how nosey she can be sometimes. though she’s not keen on spreading gossip herself, she does enjoy hearing it from others. If there’s nothing to be heard of someone she’s curious about, she’ll be a busybody and ask them what she wants to know straight up.

Charlotte was quite spoiled growing up. She’s not used to having to ask twice for things, or even having to say please. Most of her life, she was essentially just handed things on a silver platter, or at least offered things, without having to speak up herself. Due to this, Charlie can come off as more than a little demanding, and perhaps a teensy bit manipulative when she’s not getting what she wants. If all else fails, she resorts to good, old-fashioned bluntness. Very few things embarrass her, so there’s not much she won’t hesitate to ask for. The woman’s capable of keeping her cool under pressure and in situations most people would consider absolutely mortifying to have to experience. When bearing witness to such an event, she can’t help but want to tease the poor soul in question; taking a considerable amount of enjoyment from their embarrassment and uncomfortable state.

Anyone who’s known the Englishwoman, for however long or however short, knows that she’s an extremely strong-willed individual. She has quite a mind of her own and is rather set in her ways. Those who know her or of her tend to reconsider some things before trying to boss her around or even offer up their own opinions or views on a matter. Out of politeness, she’ll usually hear someone out when they wish to speak.. But that’s all; hear but not listen. Right after they’re done speaking, she’ll continue with things in her own manner and usually dismiss their words entirely. Along with this, one of the most notable characteristics of Charlotte, is how Godawful stubborn she is. Once she has made up her mind on something, it is practically impossible to change her decision. You would have to be quite important, or somehow manage to out-logic her in order to do so.

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[attr="class","profileboxscroll"]"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." She murmured aloud to herself as she leaned back in her seat to stare blankly ahead. How could this be happening? She...lost? She lost to him? No, no.. More importantly.. He was really...leaving? What for? Sure her food wasn’t the best. And maybe she had a bit of an irritable temper once in a while.. ...And she wasn’t around as often as she would have liked to be.. But it was just such a long trip across the sea. And her home was here in London! There was so much to be done in her own home, she just couldn’t be leaving all the time to take care Alfred. Especially when he was so grown up now.

“He can handle a little independence, can’t he?” She had asked herself before she had begun leaving him alone for longer periods of time.. Oh how she regretted it now. Look where its got you! Charlotte thought, tears clouding her vision yet again. Though they never left those lack-luster green hues of hers. After keeping him away from France.. After putting so much time and resources into taking care of him, helping him grow.. ...And with so much..love... Now he didn’t want her there anymore.. Now he wanted to be free from her. As if she were some horrible person who had been keeping him locked up all this time. Of course she imposed restrictions on him; without them and the rules, he’d be likely to fall into chaos and never recover. M..Maybe she had been a little too strict.. And maybe she couldn’t quite see from his point of view..

But after everything.. Everything she had done for him over such a long period of time.. This was how he was thanking her? By starting a war- a revolution- just to be free of her? THIS is how you thank someone? Who took care of him when no one else was there? When so many others wanted to break him down for themselves? When she loved him- cared for him- raised him? Gave him everything in the world?! She put the world at his fingertips.. And her heart.. And now he was..was.. Her jaw tightened as she threw the remaining papers on the floor, rising to her feet as the tears continued to sting her eyes, “U-Ungrateful prick! What am I supposed to do now?! Just go on like nothing happened? L-Like I wanted this? Like I never lo..” A small sob caught in her throat as she raised a hand to cover her face, tears finally sliding down her cheeks.

“L..Like I-I’m okay without you..” Charlotte slowly sank to her knees. She had always been so scared to be alone.. But she didn’t have much of a choice. So when she discovered him.. and took him in.. That loneliness eased up. But now.. her shoulders began to shake as she stared at the tear-dampened floorboards through the spaces of her fingers. Seems like only yesterday, they had been having tea together, right..? And now..it’d only taste so bitter.. She couldn’t imagine going back to that solitary existence she had been so used to in the past.. They had gotten so used to each other so fast- like she had been looking after him all her life. But now..

It was over.

He wanted independence. He wanted freedom. He wanted...nothing to do with her anymore.

After giving so much.. He was just going to take it and walk away. Charlotte didn’t even respond when another young man entered the room silently and kneeled down to hug his arms around her shoulders. He gently shushed her crying, pulling her in close against his chest, but said nothing. The woman pressed her face into his shirt, her form still shaking with her quieted sobs. “I..I hate him.. I hate him.. I-I h-hate him.. ...S..So why does it hurt so much..? No.. No matter how much I wish it, he won’t stay with us.. S-So why.. So why can’t I just..hate him.. I w-want to hate him, Matthew..”

The young man sighed, a shimmer of tears in his own eyes as he hugged her a little closer, “I’m sorry.. I’m here.. I..I’m not him..A-And I’m sorry f-for that.. B-But I am here.. I’m not leaving, s-so please don’t cry anymore..” Those words fell on deaf ears though; as she had cried herself into a restless sleep just as he began to speak in that soft tone of his.

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