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Name: Charlotte, Duchess of Lamhurst
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Date of Birth: August 13th
Height/Weight: 5'10"/ 129lb
Occupation: Princess Regent of Frealian
Country: Frealian
Pokemon: Giratina
Type: Dragon/Ghost
Moveset:
- Ominous Wind
- Destiny Bond
- Shadow Force
- Hex
Ability: Pressure
Personality:
Rational | Distant | Ambitious | Stubborn | Patient | Callous | Dignified
Charlotte's personality is her job. She rarely pursues personal relationships--if anything, she pushes people away--and thus has no need for the frivolity of a social persona. The good of the empire comes first and foremost, and she would not hesitate to make great sacrifices for the good of the many. Perhaps she is even a bit too eager to make these sacrifices. Charlotte has trouble involving her emotions in decision making, or even showing them ordinarily, and has come to distrust her perceptions of morality. If killing one innocent individual would save ten, she simply wouldn't think to consider any moral barrier to doing so. Rationally and mathematically speaking, it's a very clear choice. To her there would be no need to look for an alternative. Over the years she's come to realize that this isn't how most people think, and that many have come to consider her cold and heartless--and has as a result become increasingly paranoid over the validity of her judgment. She is confident in her ability to make the best rational decision, but moral and emotional considerations are an impregnable mystery. She has never voiced her concerns to anyone but her brother for fear of losing the trust of the Court and the Regency, and refuses to solidify any decision until she's consulted with Charles and made sure that her decision is viable both rationally and morally.
Charlotte is very religious, and when she cannot rely on her brother to act as her moral guide, she replaces her own morality with that of the Church. A part of her is convinced that her difficulties telling right from wrong come from her species, and that religious devotion could somehow fix her.
History: No one ever learned the details of the feud that split the royal family of Frealian. All that is known is that the eldest of the brothers was crowned, the youngest went abroad and vanished, and the middle moved to an old, windswept castle on the coast and never again set foot in the royal palace in Bane. Charlotte was the daughter of this middle brother, who seemed to have divorced entirely from his royal status, to the great irritation of his wife. Josephine of Bradenburg-Arwitz had not travelled all the way from Roigheim to be the wife of a near-mute shut in and spend the rest of her life in a crumbling cliff-side castle. So, as soon as Charles, Charlotte's twin brother, recovered from his brief illness, Josephine took her infant children and moved to the estate of her uncle-in-law, the Duke of Filgrave, near Bane. It was there that Charlotte and Charles grew up, meeting their father but once before his death.
For most of their youth, the two children were almost indistinguishible from each other, and took full advantage of it. Charlotte was bored with the music lessons and the doting of her mother, and Charles couldn't stand the tedious hours of studying mathematics and classical literature. So, she learned his arithmatic and rhetoric, and he learned her arias and social graces. As they grew up, they more often pretended to be each other than themselves. Charlotte spent her youth playing with boys her age and scoffing at girls and their lace gloves and dainty parasols. She spent hours listening to the old war stories of the Duke of Filgrave, and discussing the politics of the realm with self-important young men eager to make their debut on the floor of the House of Lords. It was a life too good to be true.
Charlotte had never been fond of dancing, and she and Charles had long ago agreed to let him handle the social affairs. He would don a ballgown and go gossip with the ladies and flirt with the gentlemen, while she kept to the walls and nursed a glass of wine until the damnable affair finally came to an end. Generally, few people bothered to approach her. It was during one of these tedious balls that she met the Earl of Hilsbury. He wasn't too fond of these affairs either, he said. He stayed away from the big social hubs for precisely that reason. Everyone in the city was always after something, no one knew how to simply live their lives. Charlotte ignored him at first, and although he fell silent, he didn't move away. After a couple minutes, she finally gave in and asked, what exactly his idea of simply living his life was.
Thomas was a very different from the sort of people she was accustomed to. He didn't care much for rank or ceremony, and didn't shy away from going here or there because of how it may reflect on his character. Charlotte came to consider him her best friend, and confided everything in him. Excepting two things, that is--that she was Charlotte, not Charles, and that she had fallen in love with him. She spent day and night trying to figure out how to resolve this mess of a situation. She couldn't simply tell him the truth, she knew him well enough that he would feel betrayed and their friendship would be ruined, but he knew her only as her brother, not as herself. There seemed to be only one solution. She asked Charles to introduce her to Thomas, and pretend like he'd always been his friend and allow her to rebuild her friendship. She and Charles had always been very close and shared everything, but since meeting Thomas she'd come to rely less and less on her brother for support and more on her friend. She'd never noticed her brother's growing resentment. Charles promised to do as asked, but days passed without an introduction. Charlotte at last asked her brother what was going on. In response, he simply smiled and said Thomas had left and gone back to Hilsbury. No matter how much Charlotte begged and cursed him, Charles refused to provide any more details, and every letter Charlotte wrote her friend was ignored.
Charlotte decided she couldn't live like that any more, and told her brother that from then on they were going to live their own lives. Charles had no choice but to agree, and the siblings refused to speak with each other for weeks afterwards, until Charles left to go on a tour of the Continent. Charlotte, meanwhile, had to go back to a life she'd never lived. Her lifelong 'friends' were confused and offended by the sudden change in the Princess' personality. Where before she'd been childlike and charismatic, she was now moody and distant. She did her best to act like she knew what was being discussed when past adventures were brought up, and silently tolerated the foods and activities she was supposed to be so fond of. Her music toutors were baffled by the sudden degradation of her playing and her stubborn refusal to sing, and her many suitors stunned by angry rebukes. Bit by bit, Charlotte drove all her friends away and withdrew from the world. Many attributed the sudden change in character to the absence of her brother, which only irritated her more. Her mother, afraid that she was following in the footsteps of her father, decided that the only thing to do was to marry Charlotte off. Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately) Josephine's plans were frustrated by an onset of illness, and she died before she could find a suitable husband for her daughter. Upset as she was by the death of her mother, Charlotte couldn't deny a certain relief. Having lived her life as she had, she could not imagine being a wife.
She first met the King of Frealian when he came to pay his condolensces. They spent a long time discussing her mother, and Charlotte could tell that the king felt pity towards the daughter of his late brother. With her social life in ruins and the estate full of unpleasant memories, she decided she wanted something more. She wanted to be in control of her life again, as when she was younger. She wanted to be respected and treated as an equal. Subtly, she insenuated that she couldn't stay on the estate, and the king kindly offered to allow her to stay at the palace in Bane. As a Princess of the Blood, she had full right to do so, after all.
Over the next year or two, Charlotte spoke almost daily with the king. They found many shared interests, and Charlotte gradually wormed her way into his confidence. Whenever he grew frustrated with political obligations, she offered her advice and companionship. She had learned a lot about warfare and governance, and became a valuable source of knowledge and advice to the king. In the meantime, Charles had returned to Frealian. The years had healed the wounds of their feud, and she accepted a tentative truce. Bit by bit, they rebuilt their relationship, and Charlotte confided her plans in him. She wanted the crown.
Marrying the king was obviously out of the question, but a regency was not unattainable. His wife had died nearly four years ago, and his eldest son was too young to rule. The path forward was simple enough. A couple weeks later, the king's health began to fail. Charlotte was by his bedside until the moment of his death. On his deathbed, the king had declared her Regent until Prince Percival came of age. As the prince's new guardian, she dismissed his governor, and in his place appointed her brother, instructing him to keep a close eye on the young king.
As for her, she had a kingdom to run. Over the five years of her reign, Parliament came to realize that she would not bend to their will and knew their ways as well as any Peer. She would not hesitate to enter into cabals with MP and Peer alike to achieve her ends, and displeasing the Princess Regent became the equivalent of political suicide. Charlotte became the patron of political corruption, and accrued more than one accusation of tyranny. She is well aware that the Frealian people eagerly await the day Percival finally comes of age and rightfully takes the throne. She does not intend to give them the satisfaction.
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Age: 29
Gender: Female
Date of Birth: August 13th
Height/Weight: 5'10"/ 129lb
Occupation: Princess Regent of Frealian
Country: Frealian
Pokemon: Giratina
Type: Dragon/Ghost
Moveset:
- Ominous Wind
- Destiny Bond
- Shadow Force
- Hex
Ability: Pressure
Personality:
Rational | Distant | Ambitious | Stubborn | Patient | Callous | Dignified
Charlotte's personality is her job. She rarely pursues personal relationships--if anything, she pushes people away--and thus has no need for the frivolity of a social persona. The good of the empire comes first and foremost, and she would not hesitate to make great sacrifices for the good of the many. Perhaps she is even a bit too eager to make these sacrifices. Charlotte has trouble involving her emotions in decision making, or even showing them ordinarily, and has come to distrust her perceptions of morality. If killing one innocent individual would save ten, she simply wouldn't think to consider any moral barrier to doing so. Rationally and mathematically speaking, it's a very clear choice. To her there would be no need to look for an alternative. Over the years she's come to realize that this isn't how most people think, and that many have come to consider her cold and heartless--and has as a result become increasingly paranoid over the validity of her judgment. She is confident in her ability to make the best rational decision, but moral and emotional considerations are an impregnable mystery. She has never voiced her concerns to anyone but her brother for fear of losing the trust of the Court and the Regency, and refuses to solidify any decision until she's consulted with Charles and made sure that her decision is viable both rationally and morally.
Charlotte is very religious, and when she cannot rely on her brother to act as her moral guide, she replaces her own morality with that of the Church. A part of her is convinced that her difficulties telling right from wrong come from her species, and that religious devotion could somehow fix her.
History: No one ever learned the details of the feud that split the royal family of Frealian. All that is known is that the eldest of the brothers was crowned, the youngest went abroad and vanished, and the middle moved to an old, windswept castle on the coast and never again set foot in the royal palace in Bane. Charlotte was the daughter of this middle brother, who seemed to have divorced entirely from his royal status, to the great irritation of his wife. Josephine of Bradenburg-Arwitz had not travelled all the way from Roigheim to be the wife of a near-mute shut in and spend the rest of her life in a crumbling cliff-side castle. So, as soon as Charles, Charlotte's twin brother, recovered from his brief illness, Josephine took her infant children and moved to the estate of her uncle-in-law, the Duke of Filgrave, near Bane. It was there that Charlotte and Charles grew up, meeting their father but once before his death.
For most of their youth, the two children were almost indistinguishible from each other, and took full advantage of it. Charlotte was bored with the music lessons and the doting of her mother, and Charles couldn't stand the tedious hours of studying mathematics and classical literature. So, she learned his arithmatic and rhetoric, and he learned her arias and social graces. As they grew up, they more often pretended to be each other than themselves. Charlotte spent her youth playing with boys her age and scoffing at girls and their lace gloves and dainty parasols. She spent hours listening to the old war stories of the Duke of Filgrave, and discussing the politics of the realm with self-important young men eager to make their debut on the floor of the House of Lords. It was a life too good to be true.
Charlotte had never been fond of dancing, and she and Charles had long ago agreed to let him handle the social affairs. He would don a ballgown and go gossip with the ladies and flirt with the gentlemen, while she kept to the walls and nursed a glass of wine until the damnable affair finally came to an end. Generally, few people bothered to approach her. It was during one of these tedious balls that she met the Earl of Hilsbury. He wasn't too fond of these affairs either, he said. He stayed away from the big social hubs for precisely that reason. Everyone in the city was always after something, no one knew how to simply live their lives. Charlotte ignored him at first, and although he fell silent, he didn't move away. After a couple minutes, she finally gave in and asked, what exactly his idea of simply living his life was.
Thomas was a very different from the sort of people she was accustomed to. He didn't care much for rank or ceremony, and didn't shy away from going here or there because of how it may reflect on his character. Charlotte came to consider him her best friend, and confided everything in him. Excepting two things, that is--that she was Charlotte, not Charles, and that she had fallen in love with him. She spent day and night trying to figure out how to resolve this mess of a situation. She couldn't simply tell him the truth, she knew him well enough that he would feel betrayed and their friendship would be ruined, but he knew her only as her brother, not as herself. There seemed to be only one solution. She asked Charles to introduce her to Thomas, and pretend like he'd always been his friend and allow her to rebuild her friendship. She and Charles had always been very close and shared everything, but since meeting Thomas she'd come to rely less and less on her brother for support and more on her friend. She'd never noticed her brother's growing resentment. Charles promised to do as asked, but days passed without an introduction. Charlotte at last asked her brother what was going on. In response, he simply smiled and said Thomas had left and gone back to Hilsbury. No matter how much Charlotte begged and cursed him, Charles refused to provide any more details, and every letter Charlotte wrote her friend was ignored.
Charlotte decided she couldn't live like that any more, and told her brother that from then on they were going to live their own lives. Charles had no choice but to agree, and the siblings refused to speak with each other for weeks afterwards, until Charles left to go on a tour of the Continent. Charlotte, meanwhile, had to go back to a life she'd never lived. Her lifelong 'friends' were confused and offended by the sudden change in the Princess' personality. Where before she'd been childlike and charismatic, she was now moody and distant. She did her best to act like she knew what was being discussed when past adventures were brought up, and silently tolerated the foods and activities she was supposed to be so fond of. Her music toutors were baffled by the sudden degradation of her playing and her stubborn refusal to sing, and her many suitors stunned by angry rebukes. Bit by bit, Charlotte drove all her friends away and withdrew from the world. Many attributed the sudden change in character to the absence of her brother, which only irritated her more. Her mother, afraid that she was following in the footsteps of her father, decided that the only thing to do was to marry Charlotte off. Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately) Josephine's plans were frustrated by an onset of illness, and she died before she could find a suitable husband for her daughter. Upset as she was by the death of her mother, Charlotte couldn't deny a certain relief. Having lived her life as she had, she could not imagine being a wife.
She first met the King of Frealian when he came to pay his condolensces. They spent a long time discussing her mother, and Charlotte could tell that the king felt pity towards the daughter of his late brother. With her social life in ruins and the estate full of unpleasant memories, she decided she wanted something more. She wanted to be in control of her life again, as when she was younger. She wanted to be respected and treated as an equal. Subtly, she insenuated that she couldn't stay on the estate, and the king kindly offered to allow her to stay at the palace in Bane. As a Princess of the Blood, she had full right to do so, after all.
Over the next year or two, Charlotte spoke almost daily with the king. They found many shared interests, and Charlotte gradually wormed her way into his confidence. Whenever he grew frustrated with political obligations, she offered her advice and companionship. She had learned a lot about warfare and governance, and became a valuable source of knowledge and advice to the king. In the meantime, Charles had returned to Frealian. The years had healed the wounds of their feud, and she accepted a tentative truce. Bit by bit, they rebuilt their relationship, and Charlotte confided her plans in him. She wanted the crown.
Marrying the king was obviously out of the question, but a regency was not unattainable. His wife had died nearly four years ago, and his eldest son was too young to rule. The path forward was simple enough. A couple weeks later, the king's health began to fail. Charlotte was by his bedside until the moment of his death. On his deathbed, the king had declared her Regent until Prince Percival came of age. As the prince's new guardian, she dismissed his governor, and in his place appointed her brother, instructing him to keep a close eye on the young king.
As for her, she had a kingdom to run. Over the five years of her reign, Parliament came to realize that she would not bend to their will and knew their ways as well as any Peer. She would not hesitate to enter into cabals with MP and Peer alike to achieve her ends, and displeasing the Princess Regent became the equivalent of political suicide. Charlotte became the patron of political corruption, and accrued more than one accusation of tyranny. She is well aware that the Frealian people eagerly await the day Percival finally comes of age and rightfully takes the throne. She does not intend to give them the satisfaction.
Likes:
- Rain
- Horseback riding
- Written Correspondence
- Listening to piano music
- Taking walks on clear, cold nights
- Citrus
- Chess
Dislikes:
- Balls and soirees
- Getting measures for dresses
- Tea
- Courtship
- Dancing
- Riding sidesaddle
- Extended social contact
Other:
- Although Charlotte has a very proud, dignified bearing, her social graces leave much to be desired. She is very good at being honourable and gallant, but the demure graces of her gender do not come naturally at all. She cannot help that her body language is more masculine than feminine, and as a result gets extremely uncomfortable in social situations, which she does her best to avoid at all costs.
- Charlotte is very religious, and attends the chapel on a daily basis. This is as much for her sake as it is for the sake of the populace. Satan is most commonly depicted as a giratina, which results in a common prejudice against her species which she has found is best counteracted by a consistent show of religious piety.
- She excuses her refusal to get married as an act of religious devotion, although in truth she simply cannot stand the idea of being someone's wife.
- Charlotte is very disconnected from her emotions, and has a difficult time gauging the morality of her decisions. Due to this, she will not make an official ruling until she has consulted her brother Charles. Granted, Charles is hardly a saint, but at least he can tell when something feels like the wrong thing to do, even if he doesn't care.
- Charlotte is the queen of Frealian in all but name--the crown is actually held by Percival, who is the rightful king of the Empire, but until he turns 18 Charlotte has been apointed to reign as Regent in his stead.
- Charlotte's hair is one of Frealian's greatest mysteries, as it seems to defy both logic and gravity.
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Wow, that dress is gorgeous. I love the hair, too