SMITH, Charlotte Emiline

[Charlotte Emiline Smith]

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tick-tock, the clock is turning red,
the room won’t stop spinning and thoughts in your head
and it’s too late, you feel like you’re making a big
mistake!

FULL NAME

Charlotte Emiline Smith

NICKNAMES

Lotte, Charlie

GENDER

Female

AGE

Seventeen

BIRTHDAY

May Tenth

SEXUAL ORIENTATION

Heterosexual

POSITION

Damaged Soul

HAIR COLOR

Dirty Blonde

EYE COLOR

Brown

BUILD

Skinny, Curvy

HEIGHT

5’4”

IDENTIFYING FEATURES

Pierced ears and bellybutton. Scar running down left side.

FACE CLAIM

Diana Agron

OVERALL

Innocence is a word that could describe her outward beauty upon first glance. High cheek bones, full lips, long lashes; the equivalent of the idea girl. Her high cheek bones give way to full, round cheeks when she smiles and they are stained, unnaturally of course, a pink tint. Her eyes are small but it fits her petite features, and rather almond shaped. They are pale brown which is something the girl finds as a flaw in her; after all they are just brown eyes in her opinion. Her face is neither round nor square, but falls in the oval category which helps accentuate her long neck and small ears. Her height is fairly short but nearly all of it is all legs as she has a startlingly short torso. She has an athletic build although she is lean muscle rather than its bulky counterpart, and there is nearly no fat on her body at all. She has a thin, white scar running down her left side which the girl absolutely detests and attempts to hide at all chances.

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LIKES

Designer apparel, boys, jewelry, high-heels, Delta Goodrem, animals, competing, riding, math, money, sun, beaches, and parties.

DISLIKES

Cherries, snakes, grass green, Hot Topic, Wal-Mart, Weird Al, being sick, lightning, off-brand, and wind.

STRENGTHS

Her strengths include her connection with horses, her ability to fight for what she wants, her acting skills, her independence, and her intelligence.

WEAKNESSES

Her weaknesses include playing the victim, being overdramatic, getting far too frustrated quickly, and her tendency to give up when things get to be tough on her emotionally.

QUIRKS AND HABITS

She loves to cook and bake, and has a tendency to do so when she gets stressed.

SECRETS

The number of guys who have spent nights with her and what her dreams from her coma were.

PERSONALITY

Charlotte is the epitome of a queen bee. She strives to get what she wants and will stop at no cost to get it, no matter what or who it destroys in the process. She is the pretty girl who’s fake smiles catch the attention of others with a practiced art, and she thrives on hate and jealousy mixed with adoration. She is gossipy and runs her mouth without cease if you are on her bad side, and she has the means and motives to make the most flawless person seem completely disheveled. Lotte has an intense anger and at times will lash out at people, generally those closest to her. But, if you are one of the rare people whose company she enjoys; you will be defended by her arsenal of horrible traits. She is loyal to her friends and places them on a pedestal ranking equal to the one she sets herself upon, and that in itself seems like an impossible feet. Miss Smith sees herself as nothing other than one of the pivotal people in the world, and her pompous attitude is often shown.

Although people can be repulsed by her cocky nature, she has a warm smile and a bright, bubbly attitude upon first glance and meeting. She will approach others and start a conversation, but she will play on any flaws she can find. All the same, she does not intentionally look for enemies to make, rather she attempts to find friends and personalities do not mesh well with hers. Charlotte is an independent person and has always operated best on her own, although she does need the help of a few friends. She is headstrong and stubborn and lacks the tact most people retain over the years. The conscience of a pretty, rich blonde being a flirt does not falter in her. She is seemingly ruled by the prospect of love and will bat her eyes at any attractive guy that happens by her way regardless of their relationship status (unless they’re involved with her friends).

One commendable thing by Charlotte is her work ethic. She excels in school and receives high marks on everything that she turns in. She is particularly a wiz in math and science and has taken quite the number of advanced placement courses. She also puts a great deal of time and effort into her horses, becoming a well-known rider amongst other competitors. Her ambition is something to be admired and she will stop at nothing to accomplish her goals. Charlotte is very much the girlie girl, and devotes the majority of her free time to shopping for clothes, purses, shoes, and jewelry. Although she is not afraid to get down and dirty at the same time, besides clothes can wash.

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PARENTS

Howard Michael Smith – Father – 47
Virginia Louise Smith – Mother – 43

SIBLINGS

Howard Bastian Smith (Bastian) – Brother – 20
Marie Isabella Smith – Sister – 3

PETS

Baxter – Dog – English Setter – Male – Two
Iona – Dog – English Setter – Female – Four Months
Sweet Victory (Vixen) – Horse – Hanoverian – Mare – Seven
White – Sugar Glider – White – Male – Four
Fright – Sugar Glider – Standard – Female – Three

SIGNIFICANT OTHERS

Jared – Male – 18 – Ex-Boyfriend

HISTORY

Bastian Smith is the pride and joy of the wealthy Smith’s; he is their first born, their son, and their success story. He is smart, well-raised, educated; and keeps his nose and head where they belong, in the books. He is studying to be a doctor at Yale where he is attending dinner parties and building friendships with professors that even the most eloquent students do not reach. He is the counterpart of his little sister, Charlie. To him, she is a beautiful, talented, and exceptionally bright girl but reality seems to elude him in the aspect of his sister.

Charlotte is the opposite of her brother, although she too is smart and well educated, her upbringing was vastly different than her brother’s. It was their second born, thus she did not receive quite as careful of an upbringing. Her father’s law firm took off two years after her birth and he spent his time traveling, leaving her mother, Bastian, and herself in the gorgeous California manner. Things were difficult for the young mother, with a two year old and five year old. She had a tendency to drink at night and avoid the difficulties of parenting, for Lotte’s mother was never the nurturing type. After all, Lotte didn’t fall far from the tree. The nanny helped take care of the children during her mother’s episodes until her father returned. It was a hushed secret for a while that Virginia needed a nanny to help, but eventually one was hired full time. Lotte’s nights were spent listening to her brother read stories that he’d learned from the prestigious private school where he was learning to read while their mother holed herself up in the downstairs parlor and eased away her pain. But things got better as the two of them grew and her mother’s drinking calmed and came to nearly a complete stop.
At the age of eight, Charlotte began taking riding lessons along with a handful of activities to keep her busy. Riding was Mondays and Wednesdays, ballet was Tuesdays, cheerleading Thursdays, Girls scouts was Friday, and she even dolloped in a little cooking class on Saturdays. When she turned ten she got her first horse, then two more down the road. These activities filled the life of the young girl as she matured, and stayed with her all through elementary education, until the hallowed halls of high school entered her life. At the start she had three passions; riding, dance, and boys. The third would cause her much trouble later down the road. Her mother gave birth to a second daughter, a beautiful strawberry blonde named Marie. At first Charlotte was ecstatic and spent countless moments cuddling and playing with the young girl for the first few years of her life. At high school she excelled her first two years, but she was steadily growing worse. Girl scouts and ballet were abandoned and her lessons stopped altogether, although she continued riding on her own. She had kept her pompoms through high school and as a junior made it to captain level, being one of four on the team. Her junior year she began to become involved in the racing circuit with horses, and that’s when things turned sour. This year, Marie turned three and when Charlotte’s life was starting to fall apart, Marie’s relationship with her mother was building more than ever. Jealousy seemed to drive a stake between the two, even when she was so young.

She devoted herself to training her horses and getting them fit to race, but her mother had better plans like debutant classes and other typical activities of wealthy young ladies. Her mother and father argued a great deal over the activities selection and the conclusion was no surprise. Mother always got her way and this time it ended with the sale of two of Lotte’s horses and the ending of her short racing career. Lotte’s remaining horse was a hunter/jumper, which wasn’t near the thrill of racing but she realized it was as good as she was going to get. She tried to remain focused on riding but it wasn’t the same anymore, it wasn’t the same without the racetrack so that too fell under her radar. She was enrolled in classes preparing her for numerous balls and the like, but she always found excuses or altogether avoiding attending such. Her mother’s furry grew and that year Bastian left for college, along with her father taking up another firm in Manhattan. It was just her mother, sister, and her, and Charlotte found excuses to not come home. She picked up partying and along with that came other activities that this time weren’t so commendable. Her rule over the school grew and she had friends everywhere she looked, but they were all plastic with no backbone and they would move for anything. Lotte found herself betrayed and her image destroyed, she found her grades barely dragging by at the prestigious school. But she didn’t care anymore, the girl slipped into nights spent at houses of people she barely knew and cheap hotel rooms, anywhere but home. She’d be gone four or five days a week, and would only stay when her mother wasn’t home or on the rare chances Bastian or her father came to visit. Drugs became a staple in her life and even that wasn’t enough, she started skipping school and life altogether. But, someone seemed to save her from the path she was on. His name was Jared and he was exactly her type; popular, athletic, tall, and handsome with dark hair and light eyes. He became her world, and she became his. They lasted seven months, until late July and they believed they were truly in love. But, life stepped in the form of Charlotte’s struggle to avoid the party scene. One drunken night was the end of their relationship and Jared would never take her back after the betrayal. The downward spiral happened in a matter of days it seemed. Bastian’s visit had stopped altogether three months into Jared and Lotte’s relationship, as he had developed one of his own with a girl in Vermont. Her father was home more, but he and her mother was constantly arguing. Charlotte went to one more party in an attempt to help ease the pain of losing the most important aspects of her life, but it ended up being the biggest disaster that would chance upon her young life. A mixture of drugs in her drink and her own swallowing of pills and she was experiencing an overdose in the car of a fellow student. He didn’t know what to do, so he drove her home and left her half-dressed on the front lawn of their huge estate at four ‘o’clock in the morning.

An hour later, the gardener found her with a faint pulse and called the police. Her mother and father came out in their robes and house shoes, they tugged a confused little Marie with them, and her brother flew on the soonest plane out to California. It seemed life had a way of bringing the family back together with the tragedy of their middle child. An ambulance, IV’s, and a stomach pump weren’t enough to return a conscience state to the girl but they were enough to strength her pulse. Their tears and angry voices filled the halls of the hospital so much that the nurses begged them to go home before visiting hours were even over. But they would not leave their Charlie in a coma, alone at the hospital. Fourteen days of someone always sitting in the dimly lit room, and only one thing of flowers decorated her room, and they were from her aunt. But on the fourteenth day, her eyes opened and she registered the first words she heard. “I’m sorry, Charlie.” Coming from her brother, the one she’d held the closest bond to throughout her young life which was almost taken. After she woke up from her coma, she stayed in the hospital for two more days before she was released. Upon her release, California seemed like an impossible dream for she returned home for only four days and then she woke up to find her bags packed and a typed letter from her mom. It read:

“Dear Charlotte,
I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you myself, your father and I had to meet with his colleagues to cover up this bad publicity. Bastian flew back to school this morning. He tried to wake you up, but you wouldn’t have it. We’re sending you away, and I know this might be hard for you, but believe me it’s hard for all of us. We are so disappointed and upset at your recent activities and we have no choice, but to do this for your own benefit. Marie is downstairs, say goodbye to her before you leave. We’ve arranged for a driver to pick you up at eight. This is for the best, for all of us. Behave.
Mom.”

It was seven-sixteen. Charlotte took a shower, did her hair and make-up, and grabbed her bags, avoiding the room that the bright three-year old was hosting a tea party in honor of her sister in. She marched out of the million-dollar home and headed straight for the limo fifteen feet ahead. The driver and a few household hands put her things in the truck and then she climbed in. “Damaged Soul, here I come.” She muttered bitterly, her fingers running over the bruise from the IV which still remained on her arm.

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NAME

Tilly

EXPERIENCE

Four-five years.

REFERRAL

An ad.

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