Name: Charlotte Wiseman (fc: christina aguilera)
Aliases: Cherry with a C, Honey like what bees make, Charlie, Karolina, Alabama
Age: Verse dependent!
Date of birth: 9th June
Birthplace: Nashville
Residence: Vegas, baby!
Gender: female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Occupation: Band singer, showgirl and conwoman (verse depending)
Family: Molly Wiseman (mother), Brian Wiseman (father).
Body type: Endomorph
Hair colour: Blonde
Eye colour: Brown, wears blue contacts
Height: 5’3”
Positive: Bright, bubbly, sweet and well meaning, optimistic.
Negative: Will steal all your money and ply you with booze, quick to temper or tears, speaks before thinking.
Likes: Singing, dancing, a good show tune, pretty pink sickly sweet cocktails, fast food.
Dislikes: Smartmouths, know-it-alls, people with no manners, wandering hands, whisky.
Her story is not too dissimilar to the stories of many of those trying to make their living on the strip. A young girl from a working class family with dreams of becoming a broadway star or country singer - her mom put her through beauty pageants from as soon as she could walk, her dad would drive her to various dance classes and singing on a saturday morning.. They of course were happy to encourage their daughter’s hobbies, but Molly did sometimes look at Charlotte like she was their ticket out of there, their very own Shirley Temple.
In school, she coasted - not by choice, but by the fact that some people just aren’t booksmart. Charlotte was a charming girl, got on with her teachers and was popular among the kids in school, but her grades barely cut it. And it wasn’t for lack of trying; she had tutors for extra help that she fit in among her dancing and pageants, but she wasn’t too focused on college or anything like that, wasn’t fussed about Yale or Harvard like most others were when the end of highschool came along. Instead, she was focused on forging a career for herself either singing with a guitar like her favourite person Dolly Parton or dancing, singing and acting her little heart out on Broadway. But where to begin? She didn’t live close enough to New York to drop into auditions whenever she wanted, but she did live in a place known for its music.
But becoming a star proved harder than one might think, endless rejection if she could find someone to even listen to her sing to begin with - it began to weigh on the young woman heavily, feeling her dreams of a future slipping through her manicured fingers.
So, she came up with a new dream after watching a travel programme about Vegas… she was going to be a showgirl. Charlotte saved for a while, before kissing her mom and dad on their cheeks, threw her two cases into the back of a cab and was Vegas bound!
How did she save? Why, by going out to various military bases and bars and singing her heart out with a band made up of older men who still had a bit of that Nashville spark. She made grown men swoon, had them begging her to come visit them when she was next in town, some even wanted her to just write to them. Which she did. That was the time in her life when she was happiest and one she wished she could return to, deep down.
However, in Vegas, things were not what she had hoped. Turned down from auditions at the big places, Charlotte was too short, had hips that were too wide, a load of bullshit! But she was ever the optimist, wasn’t she? So she went into every bar and club she could, asking if they were looking for a showgirl, singer, anything and eventually found herself lucky. Lovelace was a bar with burlesque dancers, showgirls and singers, they welcomed in the bubbly buxom blonde and put her on show after show. She dances, sings, sits on knees and giggles. But all that don’t pay the bills, so Cherry became good at swindling.
She gave free drinks to men that wanted her company, took wallets, said that bottle service (which the bar didn’t do) was only an extra few hundred and just bought bottles over herself, she would rake it in. Livin’ la vida loca. Despite all this, she holds out some hope that one day things will fall into place for her and she’ll find some sort of stardom – her voice is really good, soulful and strong, able to make men weep singing a sweet country ballad but old rockers thrash about with her shredding her guitar and singing master of puppets.