Charlotte Honeycutt - Fem!England

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Name: Charlotte Rose Honeycutt
Nicknames: Charlie, Lottie, Rosie, Bunny, HunnyBunny
Age: 25
Date of Birth: November 4th
Gender: Female
Occupation: University Nurse; does a few night shifts at the hospital
Heritage: English Spot Rabbit
Seed Rank: Flight Seed
Birthplace: Darlington, England, U.K.

Appearance: Charlotte stands at an average 5’4, with a rather ‘figure eight’ shaped body; her waist narrow and defined, sitting above a wider set of hips and below a small bust. Her blonde hair hangs well past her waist, though she tries to keep it pulled up in twin tails and hair clips and her eyes are a light green. She has many different pairs of glasses, all prescription; but a different color every day of the week and more unique ones saved for holidays and special occasions. She dresses quite modestly in stark contrast to her personality- preferring pants, or knee-length to ankle-length skirts and dresses, vests and military-style jackets; there’s only hints of her past punk style. She has two symmetrical, pale spot-like birthmarks; one at the top of each cheek bone. They’re usually covered with make-up.
Distinguishing Features: Charlotte actually has a number of tattoos. The first of many being a rose with diamond stud accents on her outer left ankle. A small, backwards quote in the center of her chest, just between her breasts. There’s a a glow-in-the-dark rabbit moon on the nape of her neck. And last but not least, an Eat Me on the left hip and a Drink Me on the right hip.

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Likes:

• Girls They’re just so soft. And warm, beautiful and just so much more comfortable to be with than men. She does find men attractive every so often; but she is all but girl-crazy.
  
• Sci-Fi Charlotte is one of the biggest sci-fi nerds you could ever meet. It’s practically the only genre of movies and television shows she bothers to watch, aside from a few historical ones.
  
• Tea She’s English. It’s to be expected. But she genuinely does love the drink and is always on the lookout for new flavors and twists on it. She refuses to eat at a place that doesn’t serve tea, however.
  
• Organization It’s a bit of an OCD, really. Her place and belongings are all organized in a very specific, odd fashion; and while she enjoys company from time to time, Heaven help you if you try to tidy up before you leave.
  
• Valentine’s While Charlotte may be far from a romantic.. There is just something about the holiday that makes it her favorite day of the year. She buys a card for everyone she knows, and makes hand-made ones for those close to her.
  
• Her Hair It’s her pride and joy. Rather it be in twin tails, ponytails, braids, buns or whatever else, it is always kept smooth and tangle-free. She hasn’t had it cut in years; aside from trimming off dead ends herself.

Dislikes:

• Being Submissive Charlotte likes being on top; interpret that however you want. Despite her small stature, her pride refuses to allow her to back down or submit to anyone else’s will most times.
  
• Boredom She’s an active girl; both physically and mentally. If she’s not actively doing something; exercising, working, reading ect, she tends to grow bored easily. It’s not uncommon for her to go to odd lengths to cure her boredom.
  
• Her Body Either she’s too fat, too skinny, too flat, too short. There’s always something wrong in her eyes and her self-image is the worst of the worst. She is just so self-conscious and unconfident about it.
  
• Being Feminine Charlotte was a bit of a tomboy growing up. And while she puts a lot of effort in eating healthy and exercising, she finds “dressing up” or “getting dolled up” the most tedious task in the world. No make-up, no jewelry and no girly clothes.
  
• Cooking She’s far from the best cook in the world. Easily one of the worst, she never got the hang of it. All her food is order-in, and she often orders in near bulk just to make sure there’s always food in the house should anyone visit.

Interests/Hobbies:

• Alcohol Charlotte’s not an alcoholic.. She’s a drunk. Alcoholics attend meetings, after all. While she doesn’t drink all day, every day, she does drink an awful lot more than a normal person. She’s got a tab at bars that rivals some regular group’s tabs, though she pays it off regularly. There’s not many people who can outdrink her, especially if she actually likes what’s in her glass.
  
• Music While she went into the medical field out of need and pressure from her parents.. What Charlotte wants to do more than anything is sing. She’s always had an interest in music, was percussion in her school’s marching band, and sang in choir. She got a real taste of singing on stage in her late teen years, and has been dreaming of it ever since.
  
• Exercise Charlotte’s a bit of a fitness nut. She goes for a jog every morning before work, and to the gym three times a week. Whenever one of her friends or coworkers need an exercise partner, she’s the first to volunteer; always happy to get in a few extra work-outs throughout the week.

Aspirations:

• Move On It’s been years since Mason passed away. She still loves him, and part of her always will; but she knows she needs to move on with her life. She just hasn’t quite figured out how to do that yet, and knows that once she does, it will still be a long, hard road to travel.
  
• Become A Famous Singer While being a nurse is an occupation that she enjoys and that she’s become quite successful in.. Her dream is still to sing. Rather it be solo or as part of an actual named band-- or even just a backup singer. It doesn’t really matter to her. Just as long as she gets to be up on stage with a microphone in had, before an audience going wild, one more time.
  
• Be Close To Family Again Charlotte hasn’t stayed in very good contact with her family after moving to Banyuls. In fact, she mostly ignored their attempts to get in touch with her; shutting everyone from her ‘old life’ out once she moved. As time passed, she came to regret neglecting their family ties and is now actively trying to repair them.

Fears:

• Thunder Storms Even though she thinks its incredibly childish to still be afraid of thunder and storms at her age.. She can’t help it. She’ll try to put on a brave face when she’s at work or around company, but if it gets too loud, Charlotte will wind up jumping and racing off to hide somewhere.
  
• Gaining Weight Charlie worked so hard to get herself down to a healthy weight when she was still in middle school; but she can still eat and eat. She’s constantly worried of slipping up, over-indulging and putting the weight back on. Because of this, she avoids fast food chains like the plague.
  
• Forgetting Him Though she desperately wants to move on and enjoy life again.. The last thing she wants to do is forget her first and only (thus far) love. He was a huge part of her world for a long time, and even if her world continues to spin on, she doesn’t want him to be erased and forgotten from it.

Personality: 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.

Family:

• Mother - English Spot
  
• Father - Dog Breed
  
• FemScotland
  
• FemWales
  
• FemNorth Ireland

Brief History: Charlotte had rather uneventful childhood; growing up the youngest and easily most spoiled of four kids. When she was still a child, she got everything she ever wanted and then-some. Her parents spoiled her until the saying ‘never too much of a good thing’ was proved false. By the time she was 11, Charlotte had become an example of childhood obesity and her parents didn’t seem to think much about it. She was overweight, and as puberty began to roll in, Charlotte began to become more and more insecure and unhappy with her appearance. While her parents didn’t take her worries seriously, saying it was only “baby fat” and that “she’d grow out of it”, her middle school nurse knew otherwise. With the woman’s stern, but well-intentioned guidance, Charlotte was gradually able to get her weight back under control by the time she got to high-school.

It was here that the punk lifestyle had begun to catch her attention. Despite how she still allowed her older sisters and mother to help dress her and do her hair (mostly in twin tails, because how cute is that), her interest in punk style continued to grow. It wasn’t until she actually sat down and had a conversation with one, that she understood what being a punk was really all about. And just how much their ideologies matched her own. Her parents disapproved of all of this naturally, saying if she wanted to buy torn-up hand-me-downs from thrift shops, she would have to use her own money. To her annoyance, the only place that would hire her was an old pub, looking for some youthful faces in hopes of drawing in new customers. And it was here that her life was genuinely changed forever.

One rainy day when she was in her 11th year, a young man, not more than one or two years older than her, came in for lunch. She wasn’t used to receiving any sort of attention from boys her own age; often told she looked too much like a little girl, with the damned twin tails she still wore occasionally to please her sisters and her all but absent chest. So when he awkwardly asked her if she had the time to talk to someone feeling about as great was the weather outside, Charlotte’s face lit up. She promptly told him she was off in half an hour, then rushed off to finish her work. She was all but blown away when returned to the front in her torn jeans and hand-stitched shirt, to find him still waiting there. And so there she sat with a smile, talking for hours with awkward, but sweet Mason. He was shipping off to the middle east that afternoon, much to Charlotte’s disappointment, and while he knew how odd it may be to ask and wouldn’t blame her for saying no.. He asked if he could send a letter to her, since he had no one else to.

Despite being a little awkward with such a request, she agreed with flushed cheeks. Mason leaned in to kiss her cheek, just as his bus pulled up. Always the assertive one, Charlotte pulled him in for a proper, but brief kiss before shoo’ing him away in embarrassment. He just grinned awkwardly and waved, before disappearing onto the bus. A bundle of conflicting emotions, her boss allowed the tiny, flustered rabbit to stay in the back until she could turn back. Her life continued on relatively normally after that; only with constant letters and emails going back and forth between herself and Mason. Charlotte became more and more involved in the punk scene, even cutting off all her hair in order to spike it up into a sort of fauxhawk.

The more she became submerged into the punk culture, the greater her love of music became. Charlotte always loved singing, though she never gave it any thought until she was at an underground concert for a friend’s band. With an odd twist of fate, the band’s lead vocals failed to show up. With the crowd quickly growing restless, her friend, the guitarist and back-up vocals, made a split-second decision to shove Charlotte out into the spotlight with a microphone; announcing that ‘Charlie’ would be filling in tonight. She knew the song, but never sang for anything other than school choir in her life. But it was far too late to try and back out now. She swallowed down her nerves, stepped to the front of the stage and began belting out the song. It was one, if not the most thrilling experience of her life. She couldn’t wait to send a Mason a video link of her first (and only) performance. Things were going well between them after all; he had asked her out properly over video chat after a few months of letters and emails. And by the time she sent the concert video, the had already far passed their one year mark; nearly going on three.

However, things seemed to be getting more and more dangerous at his stationed location. The last letter she ever got from him, was one telling her just that. That whenever he would get scared or worried, he’d just close his eyes to picture the first smile she ever gave him; awkward twin tails, blue uniform and all. He wouldn’t be able to write for a little and for the first time, ended the letter with a genuine “I love you”, rather than “love, Mason”. Charlotte was all aglow when she read it, hugging it tight to her chest before quickly working on a reply and sent it out at the next day. Before a week went by, there was a visitor at her family’s home; a CNO. While Charlotte had never seen one before, her heart was already sinking just from the officer’s expression. Not three days after his last letter had been sent, Mason had been killed in the line of duty.

This news had absolutely shattered Charlotte and changed her life forever. She let her hair grow back out and has worn it in twin tails ever since; wanting to be that last image Mason had. She’s never dated another man since, though she’s had a girlfriend from time to time. She went into the nursing field as her parents had wanted, setting aside most of her punk clothes on Thursdays in favor of a simple, blue dress. Once she saved up some money, she moved to the Northern coast of the Mediterranean; the area Mason always talked of living in one day. She eventually settled in a lovely, French City, Banyuls-Sur-Mer, and h been there ever since.

OOC

Name/Alias; Carrot
Age; 21
Favorite Pairings; Anything
Do you want to be Cbox, Thread, or Both?: Both
Did you read the rules? Nah

"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 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.

[Reed]