Charlotte McNamara

18. Zoolingualism

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Hearing his next question, Charlotte paused for a bit. Was she scared? That was met with a resounding no from her mind. Generally, one had to care to be frightened and Charlotte held next to no opinion of the approaching army besides a mild annoyance at having to be at the academy in the first place to train to fight them. But was she afraid of death? Or was she afraid of being captured? No. Fear rarely came into her mind, her general fearlessness wasn’t bravery, but rather an indifference to circumstance. So, the brown haired pupil only had one answer to the question. “No,” She responded, her facial expressions betraying boredom and her tone flat, showing how much she truly cared for the conflict. “Why should I be scared? Worst case scenario I get captured or I die. At that point it no longer becomes my problem. Anything else doesn’t warrant panic.” Charlotte then rolled her eyes. “Plus, one generally has to care enough about something to be afraid of it.” The reply did not sound like something an 18 year old girl would say, but all Charlotte was concerned about were animals and her twin. Everyone or anything else, wasn’t her problem. 

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Reading was... a struggle. Literacy wasn’t a common trait among Wenchinkans. She and her twin had managed to glean a little from whenever travelers were passing through, such as how to write their names and basic sentence structure. However whenever she came here about one year ago, it was like being thrown into the deep end. It was easier to just nap and ignore it all, like she loved to do, but she gave the least amount of effort possible. She now could read enough to get by, and her writing was legible and made sense, but she was still miles behind her classmates. She didn’t really care, she could not bring herself to even dredge enough of a shit to give anything more than the bare minimum. The would be scholar supposed she’d have to deal with it eventually, being on the scholar path, but that was only because she loathed violence of any kind. So needless to say, the library wouldn't be the typical place to find Charlotte. Or one would think. However, the library was perfect for one thing. Naps. It was so expansive, had comfortable furniture, and was warm and quiet. Overall, a ten out of ten experience. 

However, the two birds that were sitting on her shoulders had other plans. They kept on trying to gossip about the war, what was happening down below, discussing the things they overheard the guards say, discussing drama happening with other students- birds were nosey little buggers. Charlotte made them promise to keep their twittering to a minimum in the library. And surprisingly, for fear of possibly losing their only human connected, agreed. But truthfully, Charlotte wasn't listening. All she wanted a good nap. But... it seemed like life, as always, wanted to make Charlotte miserable. In the form of social interaction. Her Professor had spotted her, and was coming over. Charlotte didn’t know his name, despite being in his class, which wasn't a rarity. She barely knew anyones names, her brain just refusing to care enough to memorize them. She usually called him ‘Professor’ and she hoped that was good enough. She didn't have anything against him, but she didn't have anything for him either. Her twin is the more social and outgoing, and by far the most friendly. They were the one who were the shining light. So why her Professor would rather talk to her than Leona, it was weird. Plus, she just wanted a nap. 

As he approached her and began asking questions, the birds began to chatter. Talking about how cute he was, and more gossiping about the war. Charlotte ignored them, but was starting to find their twittering annoying, she could barely think. Luckily, she could think, with slightly more of an effort than she wanted to spare. How did she feel about all of this? She hated that people had to die in a war, and she hated the violence happening. She hated how humans were so savage. She also hated the fact that they were now prisoners in the castle, although she knew it was for their protection, she hated it. She wondered how the guards were protecting the people down there, and because she trusted nobody, she had the bunnies spread the word to the bears to keep a silent watch over the ones who lived away from the hustle and bustle of town. She didn’t bullshit people, not even teachers, so she didn’t shy away from stating her opinion. “I am doing about as well as I can be, considering there are people after our lives in a war we had no control over.” She stated plainly, her tone indifferent. “This news makes no difference to me, this is war. Things happen, it it’s ugly and brutal.” Her cooly logical explanation seemed devoid of feelings, which it was. As callous as it was, she didn't know the general. He had no presence on her life. So how could she bring herself to care? “I see the merit in being on lockdown, but it makes certain matters tedious. And I would much rather spend my time...” Napping. Sleeping. Dreaming. Unconscious. “with other things.” Giving a quiet get out of here please to the birds, they took flight and left, leaving her alone with the professor. 

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“They don’t.” Charlotte answered shortly. She managed to keep her smile contained as she stepped back and allowed the princess to explore the doe on her own. A better animal couldn’t have turned up. “Usually they live in forests, even during the winter. However...” Charlotte shrugged, not knowing why any animal would be possibly interested in her company beyond the fact that she could solve their problems with her humanity privilege. 

“I think this particular family of deer feel beholden to me, for one reason or another. I haven’t the faintest clue.” It was true. Her tone throughout the dialogue was a more tired, lethargic tone. Her usual one. Her indifferent one. Charlotte didn’t notice a lot of animals up here, but those who did were logically supposed to be up here. Birds, bunnies, wolves- other animals suited to a mountain climate. But this family of deer defied all logic. But then again, they were all here for having gifts, which weren't common. Whether they were blessed as gods or cursed as devils, it was impossible to say. 

Charlotte heard the animal mutter out a comment, and Charlotte managed to keep a straight face. “She thinks you're cold, from how pale you are.” Charlotte remarked, before crossing her arms. “Don’t be surprised if she starts getting cuddly.” Her tone was blasé, nonplussed, as if she wasn't talking about woodland animals cuddling humans. 

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There Are Better Places To Take a Nap

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Charlotte’s face turned a bit pink at the question, not wanting to tell her actual dream. It was glorious. She was sitting in a wide garden, filled with teeming life and plenty of happy animals, completely untouched and not traumatized by humans. She was wearing a pink dress, and the weather was nice and warm with the buttery sunlight kissing her skin and turning it tanner than it had been in her entire life. Her own little slice of paradise. Except, there was someone there. She had no face, no discernible looks as every time she dreamed of her, she was different. Sometimes with light hair, sometimes with dark hair. Sometimes short, sometimes tall. It didn’t matter, because somehow she was the most beautiful woman Charlotte had laid eyes on. And the woman would sit beside her, and place her beautiful head on her shoulder, and Charlotte would wrap her arms around her, and always just as she was about to kiss the woman- she woke up. She had hoped that maybe this dream would finally be the time she managed to kiss her elusive maiden- but Leona had to come trampling in. It rekindled her rage. Her face became a mask of indifference, it was too much energy right now to disable her own blocks before she made a facial expression other than indifference. That did not stop the annoyance in her voice from seeping in. 

“Whenever it’s your business, I’ll be sure to tell you first thing.” She responded, her tone dry but there was a lingering undercurrent of irritation. “So what did you want me for? I don’t assume you go looking for people without a reason.” 

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Anyone else might have done something different for a different motivation, but in Charlotte’s case, it was practical. Logical and cool. This little spat was becoming too tiresome, and it was taking way too much energy. And quite frankly, she truly did not care that much one way or another. Ghost hadn’t established herself as an enemy, to the animals at least, so it was whatever in her mind now. Mutt on the other hand, was another matter entirely. But Ghost, she hadn’t personally wronged her. Hearing a rustling, Charlotte turned and saw a doe. Giving a gentle smile, hidden from the princess, she called softly. “Would you come here for a second?” She asked, in a gentle tone that almost did not seem possible. The doe gave a reply, and began walking tentatively over. “We won’t hurt you.” 

The doe was fairly young, Charlotte guessed. An older doe wouldn't be so bold. Not quite a fawn, but not mature either. The brown haired girl turned to the platinum blonde woman, her face back into a rather blasé expression. She took her hand, and gently began to stroke the doe’s neck. The doe leaned into her touch, and Charlotte decided to speak to the princess again. “Nature doesn’t follow our rules.” She said, and the doe stated its agreement. “The only rule is the rule of survival. Some see it as barbaric, I see it as... beauty.” The to be scholar then turned to the Princess, a slight spark of something akin to life in her eyes. “Have you ever pet a doe before? Their fur is extremely soft.” The doe gave a cocky reply, and Charlotte scowled briefly. “Don’t get too big an ego, I still prefer the bears for naps.” Giving an annoyed reply back, Charlotte smiled at the animal before her face went back to neutrality. “Would you like to pet her?” Charlotte asked. It was a test in a way, you could always tell someone’s worth and character by the way they treated animals. 

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The winter here, up on these mountains, was... well... mild. The snowfall was inherently cold, sure, but the surrounding air wasn’t. There were no biting winds, no screams of people in the distance of pure agony, no struggling beggars. At least, none that she could see. Being on this mountain, it was protection. From the base, there were people who wanted people like her dead. There were people like that everywhere. Here, they had three meals a day, schooling, and a warm bed. Plus, the commoners received luxuries they wouldn't have even dreamed of. However, Charlotte was also beholden to the idea that this place was also a prison. A cage. A gilded cage, nonetheless, but a cage. There were gates and walls, former students serving as guards for their protection. Or perhaps to keep the Gifted from escaping their duties. They were here, after all, to serve. To be pawns for the King. If not warriors, then scholars. The brown haired girl knew all of this, and yet, she found it difficult to bring herself to really do anything. Charlotte was more prone to napping than staging a coup or a protest. Indeed, she lacked the energy, or the desire, to care much. Apathy was so steeped into her soul, she did not even care to voice her concerns. Preferring instead to sleep, eat, and expand as little effort as possible. There were places in the castle Charlotte hadn’t even seen because she just did not care enough to go see them. She saw and observed everything, but she just did not give a shit. However, as the snow gently fell around her, as she sat perilously close to a drop off, she found herself wide awake. And with company. 

The head of a doe was on her leg, as she sat with her legs crossed in front of her, she was resting peacefully. Fawns played around her, sometimes stopping to give Charlotte a nudge on the head or to rub face with their head, especially after Charlotte suggested they not bother their mother. A deer stood watch nearby, he was too proud to be play or cuddle up to her, but he checked in regardless, keeping them safe. A few birds played overhead, sometimes chirping their annoyance to Charlotte against one of their companions, and having her play mediator. Finally, two rabbits sat on her other leg, also resting, and Charlotte’s fingers stroked them. It was an oddly peaceful and picturesque scene, and Charlotte’s normally blank or scowling face had a rare smile on it. She was happy to be around the animals. They weren’t like people, they were free. Free to live their lives. It was a bit cathartic, Charlotte realized, to see such freedom. However, her smile turned into a scowl when she heard a twig snap. Instantly the proud deer looked to her and communicated this plight, the doe raised her head up in alarm, the fawns stumbled over to Charlotte, and the birds  sat on her shoulders, putting their fate in Charlotte. The animals all expressed their fear, and Charlotte took her time to reassure them. “It’s okay, I’ll protect each and every one of you. I would never let them hurt you, okay?” Charlotte said, her voice calm and reassuring. “Go on and play, and nap, I will protect you.” The birds seemed okay with this, and resumed their game, although they stayed closer to Charlotte. The bunnies, however, expressed their apologies and retreated towards the safety of wherever they lay. The fawns sat by Charlotte and their mother. The mother, still laying down yet her head was fully raised, gave them reassurance. The deer stood in front of all of them, ready to signal everyone to bolt. Charlotte, however, was perfectly relaxed. She looked towards the person, and her gentle smile dropped to reveal a glare. “Is there something I can help you with?” She asked, her tone not pleasant at all. She tried her best to sound intimidating, despite the fact that she had a family of deer surrounding her and birds frolicking by her head. 

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Charlotte’s narrow gaze looked back towards the princess, trying to remember where she's seen her. She most likely slept through her arrival, but she could recall seeing her throughout the halls. Although she didn’t bother to catch or ask her name, so in Charlotte’s mind, the woman was now named Ghost, considering how she looked against the snowy background. The brown haired young woman turned around completely, spending way too much effort debating whether or not she should just ignore her and leave. However, it seemed she had more energy than she thought, so she decided to stick around. Listening to the questions, Charlotte’s lips nearly twitched into a slight smile. Although her face remained the same, stone cold expression as before. Deciding to throw the woman a bone, her reply would come out in an annoyed tone. 

“Charlotte McNamara, you have probably met my twin. They are a lot more...” The word failed to reach Charlotte’s tongue, so she shrugged. “Just more.” Why was the woman curious about the woodland animal’s politics? Nobles didn’t care about their own people, they were content to live in their fancy palaces and enjoy their fancy clothes and never had to think about where to find the next meal. Using the commoners as pawns in their games of power, never once thinking of what they truly needed. Or at least, that was her experience. She also hated how they looked down on the commoners, and from what Charlotte could read in her tone, she didn’t think much of Charlotte already. Granted, Charlotte didn't think much of Ghost at the moment, so it didn't bother her at all. After all, they were all here because of nobles, so that was one more reason to hate them. So all in all, she didn’t truly feel like delving into the complex world of animal politics. 

“Why? Do you wish to rule over them too?” Charlotte asked, her tone none too pleasant. “March upon them with soldiers, setting up a settlement and a caste system within their world? Using them for games or pawns?” Charlotte’s tone was a bit accusatory, as she felt protective over the animals. Since she could speak to them and understand them, even the shyest or most distrusting of the animals would approach her and seek comfort. She felt beholden to them, and she wasn’t about to betray them to the elite so they could use them for their own personal gain. The second they knew that one animal’s fur was beautiful and soft they would drive them to extinction because they wanted their fur as a coat to flaunt their wealth. They would see the cute, little creatures of the forest and want them as their pets, putting them within a cage and separating them from their parents. They would see the supposedly savage animals, see them as a threat, and slaughter them to act as grand protectors of the people, ignoring the starving commoners in the road. They would go out in big droves and horses and hunt for sport, not even for sustenance which even Charlotte could understand. No, she would not betray her friends in the wild. 

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Charlotte rolled her eyes, not appreciating the fact that he was still here. Why was he still here? Or better yet, why was he even breathing the same air as her. In the darkness of her arms, it would be quite easy to ignore him. To not engage, however Charlotte was not that restrained. She raised her head up, her hair messy and her eyes dark, complement with eye bags that seemed to be a constant in her appearance rather than a temporary fixture. The Mutt was a headache she didn't want to deal with, but alas, fate hated her apparently. Not only was it enough for her to be thrown into a situation she did not want to be apart of, but now she had to deal with jackasses like this on a daily basis. The brown haired teen looked at the noble, refusing to give any sort of respect towards his station in life. “I’m surprised you are eating at the table, I figured you would be on the floor with a bowl.” Charlotte stated, once again being an absolute peach. 

She actually was still hungry, but she now refused to eat in front of the Mutt. Something about sharing the same space with him and doing something such as, eating food, felt wrong on a fundamental way. They barely had food back at home, and the food they did get most of the time came from Charlotte’s ability to convince the animals to forage it. The Mutt probably never had to scrounge for food in his life. He never wanted for anything. While the commoners like her slept in shacks made of sticks and wore rags, being taught how to read a few words from those passing through, people like him were living the elite, without a word to the common folk. It made her sick, but quite frankly, she was too lazy to do anything but complain about it to someone who asked first. She’d much rather nap than do any actual revolting. Not that she’d get the opportunity to do so anyway, being trapped in here to serve as a pawn to the king. 

Charlotte took a drink of her water, before giving a burning glare towards Mutt, not intimated by the slightest. Though prone to inaction, she wasn't a coward. “I’ll get over it the minute you get out of my space.” 

[leonamcnamara]

There Are Better Places To Take a Nap

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Her sleep was, peaceful. She always felt more comfortable sleeping outdoors rather than indoors. Perhaps it was the fact that she would be protected from anyone who sought to do her harm. And the wild beasts of the outdoors? She could just tell them to knock it off and chances are they would. A rare smile graced her lips as she dreamed, it was a good one. She was living someplace where no one was around to bother her, the only companions she had were the animals, which were numerous in number. It was such a pleasant dream, she didn't want to wake up. Sadly, all good things must come to an end, and she heard the voice of her sibling making its way into her peaceful dream, ruining it and waking her up. She opened up a singular brown eye, and glared down towards her twin. The concerns were not needed, and not appreciated. She wasn't stupid, she didn’t them coming in and saving the day. What she really would have appreciated if it they left her alone. Alas, that didn’t happen, so here she was, extremely cranky. Because after a nap was interrupted, her attitude increased tenfold. 

“It WAS comfortable, until you decided to stick your nose in my business once again.” Charlotte yelled, her expression nasty. She turned around, trying to make herself comfortable again. “Now unless you want to end up with your eyes pecked out by at least three different species of bird, I suggest you take a long walk off a short pier and get lost.” Charlotte berated, and proceeded to close her eyes once again. However, something was different. Now she could feel the wet, cold snow piling around her, despite the trees blocking most of it. She could feel the cold nipping at her skin, with the poor quality cloak she had on, as that was the only thing her family could afford. Maybe she could have a raccoon or something steal one from the village or something. Raccoons were such good little thiefs. If they caught her, what would they do, expel her? What a tragedy. Execute her? She had animals who would put a stop to her execution long before it could even be a thought. Either way, she couldn’t care less. Her apathetic nature came in handy whenever it was for justifying causes. 

All the same, she found herself not being able to get comfortable. That wasn’t actually a big deal, as she had adapted to not having comfortable places to sleep due to not having those spaces the majority of her life, and she wasn’t a baby. However, Leona had planted that seed of discomfort in her mind, and she couldn't stop it before it took hold. She opened up both of her brown eyes, flinching from how bright it was due to the sun bouncing off the white snow. Cringing, she was eventually able to look around without it burning her eyes. She ran a hand through her tangled hair, and she noticed the indents of the tree stamped into her skin. Whatever. Groaning as loud as she could to show her displeasure, petty sure but it was justified in her mind, and began to pick her way down the frozen tree. She wasn’t careful, she found herself not caring about her safety, and just went whichever way was the easiest and most logical. Finally, she dropped the last few feet, landing with her boots in the snow, she looked at her twin, her glowering not subsiding. “Bastard I was having a really good dream. You weren’t in it.” She deadpanned, before crossing her arms. “I have half a mind to call down the birds anyway.” 

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The dining hall was annoying. For a number of reasons. One, being surrounded by her fellow students was irritating. She couldn't get how eager they were to serve the King and participate in a war that would bring nothing but death. Just thinking about it made her stomach turn. Another thing was the fact she was surrounded by dead animal carcasses. She used to be able to eat meat no problem, but Charlotte found out that once you can have a chat with the livestock it becomes way more uncomfortable to eat the meaty stew they sometimes were treated to. Not that she received much food growing up, most the food she ended up eating was foraged by the animals, as her parents often didn't have enough money for food. They were occupants of the harshest, poorest, and most desolate region on the continent, its not like they could eat whatever they wanted. The brown haired young woman took a bite from the fruit, wiping the juice away with a napkin before taking a sip of her water. She didn't like the taste of wine. 

Charlotte was sitting alone, and it was how she preferred it. Nobody there to talk to her or irritate her with their petty problems or their doom and gloom type attitude. Or angst towards the recent murders. It was her apathetic nature and general tiredness that prevented her from truly caring about anything regarding that. She had lied to the guards and hid her gift for so long because of this. She couldn't care one way or the other how the war went, as long as she and her twin were unharmed and able to sleep. Charlotte did not want any of this. Suddenly, she felt someone sit across from her, causing her to give a long suffering sigh. Nobody really sat next to her, she wasn't friendly like her twin. Looking up, with a glare, almost made her throw up the fruit she had been consuming. A noble. Not just any noble, a noble from her region. She didn't think of them as worthy enough to have names in her mind, so she usually nicknamed them. Plus to her, it wasn't worth it to remember their names. She decided to call him Mutt. Based on his gift. She absolutely despised the nobles of her region, and while she didn't wave flags or protest outside their castle, she would give her pure, unbridled opinion to anyone who bothered to ask. She had no reason to lie or mince words. It usually boiled down to ‘fuck the nobility.’ 

Well now one was sitting across from her, and she gave a sneer before setting down the fruit she was eating on her plate. “I think I just lost my appetite.” She stated, her tone flat. “I don't know why, considering I’m looking at absolutely nothing.” She continued, before laying her head down in her arms. “Maybe if I take a nap, the feeling will just..” She looked up briefly. “Fuck. Off.” She then proceeded to lay back down. Maybe he would go away, her attitude was usually enough of a filter to stem off interactions. 

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Charlotte didn't want to be out here. She didn’t want to be here period. The winter here was mild. Tame even, compared to her kingdom where she was forcibly removed from. Call it her ability to hold a grudge, but she hated being here. She didn’t care about the war, she didn’t care about the Gifted being murdered, and she didn’t want to serve the king. All she wanted to do was sleep and live her life the way she wanted. The way she wanted too. She hated the violence that had been apart of her life since moving to the castle a year ago. She also hated how her twin seemed to be adjusting better than her, but they were always the more hospitable of the two. But, life was full of unpleasantries. So here she was, in the garden, about to go resolve some conflicts amid the animal kingdom. Animals were easier to deal with than humans, and they often came to her with their problems regarding other animals. Today, she had to settle conflicts between some species of birds and talk to a bear before it went into hibernation. Her life was lovely. 

Her brown eyes didn't meet an animal figure, but rather a human one. Inwardly she groaned, she hated interacting with people. And judging from the way she seemed to carry herself, so different than the common people Charlotte had grown up with and even the commoner blood running through her veins, she had her suspicions that she was a noble, which instantly caused her already sharp tongue to become sharper. She noticed the way she spoke, timid and quiet like, and quite frankly, Charlotte didn't care about her feelings. Her apathetic stare met the gaze of the older woman, and she hoped her face truly showed how much she didn’t care. Her platinum hair and pale skin reminded her of a ghost, lost among the snow. It didn't unnerve her at all, all she really cared about was getting these disputes over with. Conversations with the ruling elite wasn't on her agenda. And quite frankly, she didn't have the energy to be pleasant. Although she rarely did have the energy to be pleasant to anyone. Adjusting the blanket, she didn't bother wondering why she was out here rather than eating the meal in the dining hall. Charlotte herself refused to eat meat. It was hard to eat the livestock whenever they could talk to you. 

“No.” Charlotte stated bluntly, and continued her walk through the garden to the direction of the forest. “Unless you can tell me why the ravens and sparrows feel the need to debate over trees. Otherwise, I suggest you don't bother me.” The Zoolingualist finished, not even sparing a glance towards the other woman. 

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Kaitlyn Dever, female, she/her ♛ gracing the halls of the academy is Charlotte McNamara from the region of Wenchinka. they are known to be of commoner blood and they are eighteen years old. their gift is Zoolingualism and they have been in the academy for one year. i hear that they are tired & a smartass and they remind me of ponds in the moonlight, sleepless nights, and apathetic stares, i guess that’s why they call them Audacious. after their graduation, i can see them becoming a scholar when they go on to serve their king. ( Alice, 18 , Central, She/Her ) Hey guys, here’s Charlotte’s intro, feel free to drop a like or a comment and I’ll slide into your DMs to plot! 

Basic Stats

Name: Charlotte McNamara 

Age: 18

Family: Twin to Leona McNamara 

Height: 5′5

Star Sign: Capricorn 

Gift: Zoolingualism- The ability to understand and talk to animals 

Intelligence: 7/10 

Combat Ability: 2/10

Cooperativeness: 3/10

Stealth: 6/10

Speed: 5/10

Resourcefulness: 8/10

Personality

Charlotte does not have a heroic personality. She’d probably be the side character of any story while the protagonist leads the way. She’s not purely good hearted, energetic, peppy, or full of hope. She’s quite the opposite really. Charlotte is honestly kind of a bitch, she’s extremely blunt and tactless. She’s permanently done™️ and doesn’t mince words. She’s also permanently tired, and doesn’t have the energy to deal with problems. Charlotte’s tongue is like a barb, sharp and painful. She’ll roast you to within an inch of your life, and she’ll continue on as if she don’t know nobody. She’s also lazy, and less likely to care about someone’s problems. She’s pretty pessimistic, and is a deadpan snarker on her best days. Quite frankly, she wouldn’t even serve the king if she were given a choice. She’s realistic and grounded, not the type of person who’d go off shooting for the stars or ambitiously stopping on others hands to get her way. Not the type of person you’d associate with having the gift to talk to animals. Not to mention she’s quite frankly rebellious, and has no problem talking smack about people in authority without fear of retribution. She’s cooly logical, and doesn’t use her emotions often. She’s given the label ‘the audacious’ for a reason. 

Charlotte, for all of her negative qualities, does have some positives to her. For all of her complaining and snarkiness, if it’s someone she really cares about she’ll go the extra mile for them. She’ll just bitch the whole time. Charlotte also is very observant and intelligent, and can see potential problems before they arise. She’s also hilarious if you like well timed sarcastic banter. Charlotte also abhors violence, and would much rather talk things out rather than go to blows. She’s gentle, and would never purposefully harm a living creature. This is most commonly seen with animals, given she can speak to and understand them, but it’s also apparent with humans as well. Charlotte also is loyal friend, and although her friendship is hard to unlock, she’s there for you through and through once you have it. Charlotte is also not afraid to stand up for her views, because she’s passionate about only a few issues, the ones she does give a shit about are extremely important to her. Charlotte also would give her life for anyone she’s deemed under her protection, and casts all apathetic appearances aside whenever her loved ones are in peril. Charlotte would do way better in a world that wasn’t so... vicious. 

Overall, while Charlotte is not the typical person who’d you associate with Zoolingualism, she’s also not an open and shut case of bitchiness either. She’s a whole person, even if it seems all there is to her is a flat stoic who’d rather spend their time napping than fighting any wars.