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Affiliated Charlotte of Fire Emblem APP / STATS / RULES

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utahxme‌.

{ルカ}❧

    The Alurune’s heart sinks as her digits roam the bark’s roughened surface; reverently, as if holding onto something forever absent.

      ❝The great tree is… dying.❞

A sympathetic look is cast toward lofty boughs overhead. Overall appearances are indicative of the truth to the pinkette’s words. Once green leaves have begun to wilt and fall from Ophiuchus’ branches. It is an omen which bodes ill for the future.

      Charlotte’s eyes fell upon the dying tree, leaf after leaf falling to the ground and collecting below her feet. It was eerily quiet as onlookers joined around its trunk: no doubt everyone was pondering what this could mean for their future. One stranger spoke, stating what they all knew to be true: the tree was dying, and quickly.

      “I wonder if it can be restored at all.” And if so, what would they have to do to ensure that outcome? Certainly its sudden decay meant that something unwanted was looming on the horizon, but Charlotte needed to know if it could be reversed. “I don’t want to sit around waiting to find out what will happen to us... What do you think it means?”

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        She couldn’t escape the stares that met her once she finally entered Xalphina; she’d fought her way through so many people, so many beasts and creatures, already. A little bit of gawking wouldn’t stop her now, and it almost fueled her rampage instead. Charlotte’s confusion and discomfort had worn off and been replaced with sheer anger; with a display of impulsive behavior typical to her, she had decided to figure out what all of this was about. In every corner of every Kingdom, she was hell-bent on learning whatever she could, no matter her supposed loyalties or the unwelcoming words and glances of strangers. With a staggering amount of effort and a little bit of blood spilled, she’d finally arrived here, only just beginning to stop seeing so much red.

     And it was the sight of someone close to her that pulled her from this frenzy, someone she had fought countless battles for and loved as a dear friend in her home world. No, not Spirale, but the realm she’d been ripped from in the first place. Despite his altered appearance, there was no doubt in her mind. Kamui.

     “L-lord Kamui...?” To stutter wasn’t typical for Charlotte, but she was truly caught off guard by this of all things. Surely he’d been in the city for quite some time, and hadn’t just been brought in to partake in this developing war? She quickly closed the distance between them, hoping that she’d be recognizable despite her altered form and iridescent scales. “I... It’s really you!Are you okay? Nobody’s messing with you, right?” / @divinelusive (sc)

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      Her task had been simple: adventure just beyond the bustling streets of Opalaria, to the far side of the Empire where its borders met this strange new tree and the Kingdom of Airaisal. She’d planned to scope out the area, to understand the ins and outs of Opalaria just in case she needed the knowledge later. And if recent events had been as representative of incoming conflict as she imagined, she certainly would need all the information she could gather. And maybe she’d sell a trinket or two on her way; she wouldn’t complain about that.

      What she found on the outskirts was a familiar face. Familiar and yet... not at all, for she hadn’t been the only one to experience a complete change in physiology. As she approached to ensure that he was who she thought, it became clearer with every step just how much of a toll this had taken on him. His canine physicality was one thing... his depressed and disheveled demeanor was something else entirely, something she hadn’t seen before.

      “I think it’s temporary... It has to be. You heard it too, right?” In other circumstances, she’d have made a joke about his ears, his eyes, the sharp teeth that poked out from his upper lip. But she was smart enough to know that a joke wasn’t what he needed. And she wasn’t good at being gentle, at expressing vulnerabilities or helping others with theirs, but she had to try. “You know, we sort of have beastkin where I’m from. A friend of mine, he’s something they call a Wolfskin. So if it means anything... It’s not weird to me. A-and look at my skin. I’m basically a fish.” / @sanpatron

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and here’s an event ad for mercharlotte, capping at 2 to start out, please have your event info written up before liking this post for a starter! i’ll do my best to get to these after work!

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General

Name: Charlotte Age: Mid-twenties Alliance: Opalarian Empire Race: Merfolk Appearance: Charlotte’s scales are an iridescent blue-green, and at her waist and the base of her tail are soft frills of a slightly lighter shade. Her skin is slightly transparent, flecked with the same blue-green of her scales in addition to gold and opal colored flecks. She adorns herself in gold, jewels, and other expensive trinkets that she finds (or buys... or convinces others to buy for her). When she’s on land with legs, she dresses in lace and other delicate fashion choices that compliment her natural beauty.

Abilities

Canon Abilities: Sol skill up to 3 times daily. Spells: Ice, Poison, Charm, Lock/Open. Equipment: Killer axe, steel axe.

Other

Occupation: Charlotte is a merchant: she sells and trades expensive jewelry and other finery. She does this alone, traveling either by foot or through the water as Merfolk would, haggling with anyone who will give her the time of day. She’s always looking to sell her wares for a high price, especially the ones she finds herself scattered around the water. Locations: Charlotte can be found anywhere within the Opalarian Empire. Her work necessitates a lot of travel, but she’s also simply fascinated with people watching and being sociable. She loves to make friends, whether it’s to build genuine relationships with business partners or to use people for her own gain. She frequents bars and other highly populated areas in order to shamelessly talk up the clientele, of course. Charlotte doesn’t care much for the political climate of the Opalarian Empire, and stays loyal mostly out of convenience: if something elsewhere offered anything particularly attractive to Charlotte, she would have no issue abandoning ship. 

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this time for mermay, happy birthday to my (fish) wife !!!

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regdelete‌.

“If what was heard was transcribed properly then it would be binary code, which can be translated into human letters. ‘afretnayestjunefirst‘. June 1st stands out, but the first section… are the letters jumbled? The most likely rearrangement would make it ‘fantasytreejunefirst’, but I have no record of such a tree in my memory.”

     “Huh, so it’s like another language then? I wonder why only some of it’s scrambled... they really like to make everything as complicated as possible.” And what could ‘fantasy tree’ even mean, if that was truly the translation? “Well, I don’t have a great feeling about this, but I guess I won’t waste the energy worrying until then. That is, if we really do find out on June 1st.”

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       “So... who’s gonna spell this one out for me? I have to assume it’s not going to be good, but any help would be appreciated, because I don’t know what any of this means.” She’s learned a bit about technology since arriving, but these numbers elude her completely. Why can’t they just come out with it?

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sanpatron‌.

Whenever Charlotte would arrive to HQ she’d find herself greeted by a lot of the coworkers she’s come to associate herself with. All of them wishing her a happy birthday and bestowing the woman with a variety of presents both big and small. Yet the biggest surprise was still to come, and knowing how the Boss was this could practically be anything. 

“ Yo, Charlotte! Come on over once you can! ” he would shout out from a nearby table. Man’s already got himself a drink in hand and from the look of things a couple of pretty sizable gifts ready to be given.

     She had been utterly overwhelmed by the burst of attention she was receiving. Of course, she wouldn’t be Charlotte if she wasn’t absolutely loving it, but it had been so long since anyone had put so much care and effort into something just for her, if it had ever really happened at all. So many gifts had been placed into her hands that she hardly had the time to thank each individual in attendance, and before long, her boss waved her over to a table, even more gifts waiting for her. She approached as calmly as possible, trying not to seem too excited. She’d gush about everything later, but she still had an image to maintain in front of everyone.

     “Is this all your doing?” It had to be: there was hardly anyone else she knew who would care enough let alone have the means to organize this many people in one place. “You didn’t have to do this, you know. Well, I would have been a little upset if you hadn’t, but... thanks. Really.”

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sanpatron‌.

“ It’s just slang related to pothead culture. Started back in the 70′s when these five high-school kids all got together to look for an abandoned cannabis crop using a treasure map some dude gave ‘em. They decided they’d all start their search at the statue of a French biologist at exactly 4:20 pm. They never found the crop but eventually 4:20 just kinda evolved into a catch-all term teenagers used to refer to consuming cannabis. ”

      “Well, that sounds needlessly complicated.” Ah, she supposed she should have known. It was just about smoking a plant, something that she didn’t care to indulge in but wasn’t unfamiliar with. People from her own world certainly indulged in such things. “It’s strange how the details of traditions like this develop, but to each their own! As long as people are having fun.”

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calacavera‌.

“So you’re celebrating a birthday today! Occasions like this rarely happen here, so it’s good to give them special significance.” Considering it as a reminder that one was trapped here without any course for escaping and returning home as time keeps on slipping away certainly wouldn’t do any good.

“What is your birthday wish? Money is no issue. It’s all cause for celebration.”

     It was strange to get attention from the other residents of Spirale, especially those who seemed to genuinely care. That didn’t mean Charlotte could so easily let her guard down, but she was getting better at it over time as she found a purpose here. “...Whatever, I guess I’ll tell you, as long as you don’t tell anyone else, got it?” 

     Taking a deep breath in before speaking, Charlotte prepared herself to be vulnerable for a few minutes. “I love money and things, but the reason I love valuables is because I want to support my parents. I can’t help them from here, though. So my wish is for them to be comfortable, especially financially. But I know it’s unattainable here.”

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[RING RING RING INSERT RINGTONE HERE] "Yo, Charlotte. Could ya do me a favor and come down to HQ for a sec? Got something for ya for this little special day of yours."

      “Oho, something for little me?” She feigned surprise as she spoke into the phone, having fully expected to receive something from him on her birthday: she hadn’t really shut up about it in recent weeks, ensuring that everyone she worked with was well aware of her special day. “Let me freshen up first and I’ll be right there!”

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      She’d been anticipating this day for the past few weeks, but it was just now settling in that she’d been in Spirale long enough for her to... well, continue aging. As if these circumstances were normal ones that she’d have to endure for the rest of her life. “Another year older, huh...”

     “Well, there’s no use in being negative. I’m going to have a great day and an even better night! I still have to decide where I want to celebrate, though...”

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altruistes‌.

     A rush of calm took Estelle with it at the promise of help from Charlotte. She knew she was far from being out of the woods just yet, but the promise was soothing. They could move from there and things would be okay! 

     “Uh… I’ve popped a couple. I felt kind of bad. It’s fun but they’re also so cute! I guess my score really isn’t that great yet. All help kind of seems necessary.” But Charlotte agreed readily… so hopefully she didn’t mind.

     As much as this was a fun way for Charlotte to exercise her strength in place of feigning delicacy, she knew that she was physically stronger than Estelle; it didn’t take long for her to decide to prioritize Estelle’s score over her own. Until their scores were closer to one another’s, she’d hold off on going too hard on these calloons. Who knew what would happen if they didn’t meet whatever arbitrary score had been set? She’d feel guilty forever if something bad happened to Estelle because she’d been greedy.

      “They’re pretty cute, but they gotta go. I don’t want to risk letting any of them go. We need all the points we can get.” Just as she finished speaking, a white calloon appeared just behind Estelle, in perfect range to be popped. “Oh, behind you! Quick, that one looks like an easy one!”

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madetodoevil‌.

“You are the only guarantee in your life”… what a lovely way of putting it.

Of course, it is right to not be selfish all the time, when it comes to those you care for. But even then, it should certainly never come at the cost of yourself. That is a mistake I’ve made for a long time, and one I plan to never make again.

What’s your name, dear? I am called Rosemaster.

      “At the cost of yourself... hm. You’re right. Sometimes it’s difficult not to sacrifice little parts of yourself for others, or for a goal you’re trying to achieve.” Charlotte was all too familiar with this kind of thing; as much as she wanted to take off the mask that she wore to hide her true self, it was nearly impossible to make that choice under stress, or in the face of . certain... benefits. “Rosemaster, huh? Sounds like an awfully important title to me. You can call me Charlotte!”