Post by Charlotte Anne Lynch on Nov 11, 2009 10:52:31 GMT -8
``CHARLOTTE ANNE LYNCH
Oh look, there you go again, putting on that smile again...But you can be strong so long before you break.
The christened me KATIE and I’ve fought through TWENTY-FIVE summers. They say I’m KIND, PROTECTIVE, and LOVING and I’m not planning to change any time soon. I read carefully and I have found that the magic words are admin edit. Many masks hang upon my castle wall, but I hide behind CHARLOTTE ANNE LYNCH and I’ve been playing this game of Risk for TWO YEARS and people say I’m d*** good at it.
♠ ♠ deep in the h e a r t l a n d ♠ ♠
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Nickname(s) >>Charlotte, Anne, Your Highness, Princess Charlotte, Lotte
Age>>18
Gender>>Female
Date of Birth>>October 24
Kingdom
Social Class>>Royalty
Occupation[/color]>>Princess
Religion>>Roman Catholic
Race>>Pure-blooded Irish
Martial Status>>Single and getting a bit anxious
Sexuality[/color]>>Straight
Face Claim>>Kirsten Dunst
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♠ ♠ we stand like b r o t h e r s ♠ ♠
[/color]>>All of her grandparents have passed on and Charlotte prays for them as she does her parents
FAMILY>>Both her parents have passed into the Lord’s care and Charlotte prays every night that they have been permitted to pass through the trials of purgatory and into the gates of heaven. She finds the conflicts between her sister and brother deeply troubling and is constantly looking to resolve them.
Father >> James Edward Lynch
Mother>> Isabella Angela Lynch
Siblings>> Princess Kira Isabella Lynch- younger sister
King Christopher ... Lynch- Younger brother
Extended Family
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KIND NAIVE DEVOUT ACCOMMODATING INNOCENT
FULL PERSONALITY>>Princess Charlotte Anne is a sweet and innocent girl of the verge of womanhood. She takes the care and upbringing of her siblings as a duty she must oversee to the best of her God-given abilities. The conflict between her brother and sister disturbs her greatly and she finds herself often on her knees at the altar praying that God will bring the two to reconcilliation. She is well aware that her age is creeping closer and closer to twenty and though it bothers her that so far no one has expressed an interest, to the best of her knowledge, it doesn’t anguish her like the care of her siblings. She would willingly suffer the ridicule and humiliation of being unmarried by the time she turned 21 than have not done right by her siblings and seen to it that her brothers’ head stayed on his shoulders and her sister married well and happily (though to Charlotte’s mind her sister should be happy with any man God sees fit to place in her life).
She tries to gently nudge her younger brother into the paths and decisions she feels would best benefit him and is saddened each time his advisors drag his name down in their schemes to control the kingdom. She does not like his advisors, and she certainly does not trust them, though no one would ever be able to see it through the sweet, and almost always sincere smile she offers anyone who crosses her path.
Her sense of humor is a bit lacking, but this is predominantly due to her inability to follow along with a cruder sense of humor. Naivete aside, Charlotte is as innocent in the ways of the world at 18 as she was at 8. Wars don’t occur in Charlotte’s world though she knows they exist- neither does sex for that matter.
Strengths >>
- Inclusive
- Decisive
- Compassionate
- Understanding
- Strong in spirit
Flaws>>- Forgiving to a fault. She will forgive and take you back into her confidence without a moments hesitation if you’re repentant.
- Poor judge of character- Charlotte only knows your bad if you sin and don’t feel badly about it
- Easily taken advantage of and manipulated
- Puts others’ needs ahead of her own constantly
- Dangerously innocent- if she ever left the castle walls without protection she would be in danger from all sorts of evils
Likes
[/li][li]Her siblings
[/li][li]Her cat
[/li][li]Purple
[/li][li]Snow
[/li][li]Forests, Gardens, any thing that is quiet and gives her a few moments of peace to regain her composure
Dislikes[/color]>>
[/li][li]Fighting, both physical and verbal
[/li][li]Horses
[/li][li]Lying and people who manipulate her brother
[/li][li]Her brothers’ advisors
[/li][li]Others being in pain [/li][/ul]
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♠ ♠ shoulder to s h o u l d e r ♠ ♠
[/color]>>120lbs
APPEARANCE>>Charlotte is of average height and weight. Her body is curvy, though she hides it beneath simple, unflattering clothes. Her expression is oftentimes pensive and worried, though she has a smile ready for anyone who happens to wander into her presence. She wears her mothers rosary around her neck, tucked beneath the collar of her dress and each of her gowns have a pocket in which she keeps her biggest indulgence: a book of hours.
Her hair is worn up when in public, pulled into a tight knot at the base of her neck and pinned into place. But in the private of her bed chambers, her hair is Charlotte’s one true vanity. She takes care to brush through it completely, 100 strokes every night, to keep it shining and healthy and it is not unheard of in the summer for the Princess to sneak out to a stream with her ladies in waiting and bathe just to keep her hair clean.
Charlotte’s eyes are a true hazel, taking on the shade of whatever she wears and at times her mood. Often, when she feels something deeply but cannot show it publicly, her eyes will change in color just enough to make it noticeable if you are truly looking. She has a small, dainty and appropriate for her face nose. As mentioned many times, her mouth is often seen in a smile.
Hair >>Red
Eyes>>Hazel
Height>>5’6”
Weight
Skin Tone[/color]>>Pale
Body Type[/color]>>Curvy, though it’s hidden by her clothing. She often appears as though a good breeze would blow her away.
Distinguishing Marks[/color]>>none
Clothing[/color]>>Well-made, high quality dresses though they are simple in design. She feels that too much ornamentation is a sign of vanity and opts for simple designs over opulent ones.
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♠ ♠ forever ireland's c a l l ♠ ♠
FULL HISTORY>>Charlotte Anne Lynch was born on a cool, crystal clear night a week from Hallows Eve. Her mother had prayed that she not be born on Hallows Eve, as to miss an opportunity to pray for the souls of her departed parents was in Isabella’s mind a sin. Her prayers had been answered. Isabella Angela Lynch had been a devout Catholic, a sentiment tolerated by her more liberal husband. It had been with great relief that she felt the first pangs of labor a full week before.
Somewhat of a blow to her fathers’ ego, Charlotte Anne quickly grew on him. Although her mother felt a deep shame at having failed in her duty to provide a son, James Edward Lynch doted upon his eldest child and daughter. He was often seen playing with her or holding her as he made his rounds about their estate, pointing out things and explaining them to her as though she were in fact a son, albeit a son who was still far too young to speak.
Just shy of six months following Charlottes second birthday, her mother gave birth to a second child; also a girl. It was a blow to both parents as each had been positive this time she would bear a male heir. Isabella descended into a depression, locking herself in her chambers and only emerging for prayers or to prostrate herself at the altar of their church and ask God how she had sinned to be forced to bear the shame of birthing two daughters.
James suffered what he considered to be her ridiculousness for a mere four months before dealing with the situation in the best way he could figure- working on making a son to perk up her attitude. It didn’t take long as James’ vigorous attempts at making her happy quickly bore fruit and soon Isabella, with tempered delight, was pregnant once again.
During her pregnancy with the baby that would one day become Christopher Lynch, King of Ireland, Isabella locked herself away from her family, especially her daughters. Kira was attended to by a nurse and Charlotte saw very little of her sister as her father kept Charlotte close by his side. He hoped to keep his eldest from being influenced by the religious piety of his wife. He simply wished her to be a well-adjusted child that would grow into a proper wife for some man who would someday come across her and accept less dowry because he was smitten with her charming personality and developing stunning looks.
Already at the age of three, Charlotte had long wavy blonde hair and eyes that stopped many in their tracks. Her father received many compliments on the beauty of his eldest daughter as she would rest on the crook of his arm when he entertained guests; guests that even at a young age Charlotte felt a distress at being around. Had the young girl been older she could have better expressed the feeling as one of disgust she felt at being around the men who would one day become her younger brother’s advisors.
It was with much joy and celebrating that Christopher Lynch was welcomed into the world. Word spread of the birth of a an heir (finally, many whispered) like fire in dry grass, and the manor was inundated with guests and overflowing with gifts. The nearly four year old Charlotte watched the goings ons with wide-eyed amazement. She adored her baby brother and visited him as often as she could. Isabella, proud she could finally hold her head up for having produced an heir for her husband, was suddenly once more a part of the family. She flaunted the son so perfect in her eyes, and continued to shun the daughters she very nearly despised.
James, delighted that he now possessed an heir, tried to spend as much time with the boy as possible. Christopher however, was prone to fits if anyone but his mother held him and James often returned to Charlotte, taking her out on another walk of their lands to balm the hurt on his heart.
After a later birthday, it was decided that she needed to begin training in song, dance, and an instrument; her father chose the flute. Though more traditionally her mother would have undertaken the training up of her daughters, Isabella could rarely be bothered to turn her attention from her son and so James was forced to turn to a lower noble woman who could teach both girls how to run their homes.
The two girls grew in age and study under the semi-watchful eye of their father. Isabella’s only contribution being the assurance that all three children regularly attend Mass and Confession. As they grew into their later childhood and early teen years, Charlotte found herself often covering for her absent younger sister. It was somewhat of a worry to the older sister, as concerns of what her sister may be up to lurked in the back of her mind as she doubled up on helping with household duties, as well as the beginning of dowry preparations.
Tragedy struck, however around Charlottes birthday. Her parents had been invited to the home of one of her father’s friends. It was a journey of a few days and a fierce storm had begun to brew as the two set out. Filled with a sense of dread, Charlotte clung to her father begging him not to go. He simply patted her on the head and gave her a hug telling her she needed to be sure that her brother and sister were well cared for until he and her mother returned. No one could know that a bridge crossing a churning river would suddenly, surprisingly, give way and sweep the two away.
Charlotte was devastated and in desperation for something stable to cling to turned to her mothers’ religion. Though she had obediently attended Mass and Confession most of her life, suddenly religion became a cornerstone in her survival. The sudden influx of "relatives" determined to help raise the children had Charlotte fleeing often to the church to seek help through prayer and consultation. Her own grief was set aside in attempts to singularly raise her siblings apart from the "aunts" and "uncles" that had appeared in their life with what Charlotte felt was impure training. She knew her mother would have been horrified and her father disappointed in the things her brother and sister were learning... In the things she was failing in letting them learn.
It was a shock to find herself, then, at the coronation of her younger brother as King of Ireland just over a year later. The former King had fallen from the walls of the castle and the children's "uncles" had sadly made it known that as the next pure-blooded member of Ireland, Christopher had an obligation to be crowned as King. Charlotte attempted to object, feeling that the burden of being King was an absurd one to place on a child as young as her brother. But in the customs of their people, her concerns were overlooked with pats on the head and condescending statements of how the men knew best.
Moving from her family home to the castle was both exciting and distressing. Her household had nearly quadrupled in size and at 13 Charlotte was far out of her element. She set aside her dowry preparations and exchanged them for learning how to run a royal household.
It took years, but finally by the time her 18th birthday rolled around, Charlotte had a fair grasp on making sure the household ran smoothly. She had quickly and easily become a favorite of all the servants as her good, Christian, attitude and calm spirit help resolve conflicts and smooth over difficulties quickly and easily. The greatest struggle she had was keeping Kira and Christopher on speaking terms. It was shattering when all her work fell to pieces because of her brother's decision to lock their sister in her rooms. She attempted often to invite Kira to meals, feeling it keenly as each request was denied.
At 18, Charlotte very much felt her singleness. So many of the women who had, before Christophers coronation, been her peers were married; some on their first or even second child. But she continues to maintain her faith that God will bring a man before her brother and his advisors that they feel will help to prolong his rule as King and will honor her as she plans to honor him. Until that day, however, she continues working along trying to keep her brother's kingdom running as smoothly as possible.
National Heritage >>Irish
Accent>>Charlotte has struggled to temper her accent in an effort to hold dinners and so forth with diplomats. She has managed to reduce her accent to a bit of an Irish lilt rather than a full brogue.
Languages Spoken>>English and Gaelic
Other>>
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Role Playing Sample>>In... out... count three squares over, full stitch this time. Down, under, over AND...
"Up..."
It had long been a habit of Princess Charlotte to think out her stitches; or speak them in a whisper if the opportunity presented itself. With a soft smile she held the embroidery hoop out at arms length and sighed in satisfaction, the index finger of her right hand slipping down the waterfall she had just finished stitching into place.
The morning sun was just hitting its highest point as it traveled through the sky and Charlotte smiled to herself as she lowered the small tapestry and began to gather her tools.
The castle was bustling with activity. Party preparations for the king’s birthday had servants scuttling to and fro in pleasantly manic attempts to dust corners and beat tapestries. As the eldest of the Lynch siblings, Charlotte had been up to her eyebrows in planning and preparing. Though kind hearted and good natured, even her even-keeled personality had at times worn thin and she found her small retreats to the garden were ideal for settling her mind and restoring a pleasant attitude.
Her supplies gathered, Charlotte rose and moved from the warm corner of the garden towards the castle.
“Princess Charlotte! Princess Charlotte!”
The young woman smiled at the group of harried older women hovering just outside the kitchen entrance, linens flowing over in their withered hands. Something must have gone wrong with the order of table linens for the party.
“Allow me to set my things down and then I will address whatever the problem is.”
Stepping through the group of nervously clucking women, Charlotte set her things on the sturdy wooden table just inside the kitchen door. She smiled internally, an indulgent smile at the silliness of fretting over some linens for a simple party.
If only life were so simple that we could all be distracted by how to hang the linens and tapestries for the king’s birthday celebration.
“Alright then... What appears to be the problem?”
For a brief second Charlotte regretted asking as the whole group of frantic women started squawking all at once.
“One at a time please.”
The firm, rarely heard tone in her voice quickly silenced them and discussing amongst themselves for a brief moment, the women chose an older servant named Martha to speak.
“Your Highness, it appears the seamstress was unable to complete the last three table clothes and two of the new castle banners. It seems she had sent south for more fabrics, but they haven’t arrived back in time.”
Charlotte nearly giggled at the look of genuine panic on the faces of the group of women. They were practically groveling and hand-wringing, it was quite silly. The solution was simple.
“Well, there were 5 extra table clothes ordered so we’re still two ahead of what we need. Let’s not borrow trouble shall we? Two extra should be quite enough. As far as the banners, let’s go look at the dining hall and see what we can do.”
Yes, it would be nice if everyone could simply worry about table linens and banners for her brothers’ birthday. Sighing, the Princess knew it would not always be the case.
Credits
This application was made by The Infamous Peregrine (me) on Swords of Speirling. The lyrics were taken from Celtic Thunder's Heartland, Raggle Taggle Gypsy-o, Ireland's Call and Caledonia. Do not steal.
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