Barefoot in nightgowns, that's how she dances in the rain

 

You
Name: Eris (I’m baaaaaaack)
Age:
Contacts Details: You know. I know you know. You know I know you know. And the rest of the RP knows you know it. (will anyone get the paraphrased reference?)


Your Character
Name: Charlotte Iona Jacobs
Age: 22
Played By: Rachelle LeFevre
Power: Charlotte has an affinity for plants. The plants she has grow far better than they should, even if she forgets to water them. She can sort of... hear plants, for lack of a better term. They kind of hum, and she can figure out what they need (water, sunlight, etc); so really, they talk to her. She's a plant-whisperer. She’s also happiest around plants, because when she gets too far away she can no longer hear the hum and it goes eerily silent. She can even control plants... for certain quantities of ‘control’. If it’s a large plant it takes a lot of energy to do so if it’s for any extended time. Smaller plants are easiest. It will eventually be possible for her to get her Ent on, sort of; she can make the trees move; their branches, anyways. So they can grab and hold someone, or lift and toss them. The only time this has happened so far was when she was in danger, and she did it instinctively. Vines are a bit easier, since they’re smaller and more flexible. Her powers currently only work when she’s in contact with the ground, so she usually runs around barefoot; especially when she’s outside. Eventually that will be unnecessary.

History:

Charlotte Jacobs grew up with Vanessa and Jason Jacobs. She always had an affinity for plants; her mother called Charlotte her little botanist. When she was 11, her mother died. When she was 12 her mutation manifested. She was walking home through a park after school, when a couple of bullies waylaid her. They were particularly pissed off… and she instinctively used the trees to protect her. The branches grabbed and held the bullies long enough for her to run home. In tears, she told her father what happened. He took the reveal that his daughter was a mutant rather well, and told her that it would be okay, they were moving; he had gotten another job that would entail moving around a lot (not that he had needed to, his wife had left them well enough off to be able to take a little break, and his first job of a writer was doing all right at the time). Which came in handy, because young Charlotte did not have the best control of her new powers. She would often go to a park, choose a secluded corner and try and learn to control her powers. When she lost control of her powers in front of other people, Charlotte and her father would move; it would, of course “coincide” with her father’s job.

Eventually Charlotte had control enough that she was brave enough to go away to college, starting younger than usual. She studied ancient/medieval history (Europe) and archaeology. Upon graduating, she returned to help her father out; he had settled down a little and opened a bookshop in North Carolina. It was there that Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr found her. When they offered her a place to learn better control and determine the extent of her powers... she agreed.


Personality:

Charlotte is fairly sarcastic at times, especially if she doesn’t know someone. She can be fairly friendly, but very cautious about letting people get close as a result of moving around so much after her mother died (both because of her mutation and for her father’s new job). What was the point of making friends if only to move away a few months later? So Charlotte instead gained acquaintances wherever she went. People who she got along with well enough to not mind spending some time with them, but never really truly got to know them, or let them get to know her. She also gained an ability to be all right with being alone. Though she has a deep-seated longing for close friends, she’d never admit it.

Charlotte is a smart young woman, though she doesn’t mind playing dumb sometimes, in order to make people underestimate her. She is not all that great at math. It was one of her worst subjects in school, and she had to work her ass off to get any sort of decent passing grade. And by passing… she would have been happy enough with a ‘C’. She just barely managed a B-, which she considered a miracle of biblical proportions.

Charlotte has an irrational fear of elevators. Something about it being a small enclosed space that moves freaks her out. Oddly enough, enclosed spaces that don’t move don’t bother her at all. She has a slightly more rational fear of large dogs, as when she was young a neighbour’s dog bit her badly.

Charlotte was her father’s little girl. He taught her how to play pool, and sword-fighting (when she proceeded past his ability he found her an instructor wherever they were living). When she wanted to learn gymnastics, he of course agreed. She LOVED gymnastics, and kept up with when she could. She used her gymnastics skills to get to out of the way places, or a good place to sit (the higher up the better).

Charlotte loves the rain. When she was a child she’d go outside and play whenever there was a downpour. Afterwards she would go inside and her father would fix her a cup of hot chocolate. Then they’d sit down and read. When she was small he’d read to her. But not the typical fare one would usually read to a child. He read her Dracula, and H.P Lovecraft’s stories. And as a result she was usually completely at a loss as to why other children didn’t know who Van Helsing was, or tor weren’t familiar with “The Colour Out of Space”. This tradition also led to her becoming an avid reader as she grew up.

She is skilled with dual long daggers, rapier and gladius, as well as the quarterstaff. Her favourite non-physical hobby (besides reading, of course) is photography. She loves taking photographs of places; especially old buildings.

Something ELSE her father taught her was how to throw knives. And when she was young he would take her to fairs and reenactments (and the occasional bar) and essentially make the claim that his daughter was more of a man than the big burly guys doing the knife throwing. Obviously they didn't exactly believe that was in any way possible. So then wee!Charlotte would show her skill. They bought many a fancy dinner that way.

She has an ear for accents and enjoys occasionally dropping into something different. During college she'd pick a class and use a different accent in that class. Fooled the professors, and amused the few students who had other classes with her. Interestingly, this often happens when Charlotte is drinking (and sometimes when she's tired). When she drinks she tends to get a little... British. Both vocabulary and accent.

Charlotte wears glasses, a pair of cat-eye frames in dark blue. They’re her “librarian glasses”.

She has a ‘tattoo’ of a flowering orchid vine, starting at her foot/ankle, that winds up her right leg, curves up her hip and onto her back, stopping at the top of her right shoulder. Very similar to this. It is, in actuality, the only outward mark of her mutation.

She isn’t a big fan of cereal... but if she HAD to choose something cereal-like she would go for oatmeal or porridge with fruit and things in it.


Roleplay Sample:

Charlotte stood on the lawn barefoot, eyes closed. She was just... listening. The plants surrounding the mansion were in a particularly good mood, and hummed happily in the sunlight. That had been one of the worst parts of college; the lack of vegetation. There had been some, but the sounds had been muted. Decidedly unhappy. The parks had been a little bit better, but it had still made things odd for her.

Here though... it was WONDERFUL. The plants were generally happy. There was plenty of room for her to practice, and she didn’t have to worry about being seen. Granted, it was weird being around so many mutants. She’d never really run into many. And now I’ve found a houseful.

This was WAY more people than she was used to being around, and it was not helping her become any more of a people person. In fact... it might be making it worse. Luckily it wasn’t like she had to be around anyone unless she wanted to be. Except her roommate. Now THAT was an experience.

“It probably would be easier if I hadn’t been an only child,” she muttered under her breath, opening her eyes and sighing a little. The being able to run through exercises with sword or staff helped. It was her favourite way to vent frustrations.