THE PAGE OF SWORDS
O1. female
O2. 16
O3. psionics
O4. kudelia aina bernstein (mobile suit gundam: iron blooded orphans)
- character
Charlotte Wynetta is the highest class of individual. Or so she claims. Born and raised with a silver spoon in her mouth, Charlotte is the epitome of a spoiled rich girl. Want for nothing while growing up, she had servants at her beck and call before she even knew her own name. She was, in her own view, perfect. Something to be treasured and adored. Whatever she did not receive, she complained about until she did, and when she had all she wanted, she proclaimed her own deservingness to everyone in the vicinity. No one told her otherwise, so as she grew, she only continued to look down on others and expect everyone to treat her like the royalty she was.
Drawing a Tarot, she felt destined for greatness. In fact, she’d already boldly declared that she’d draw the most powerful and recognizable card of the entire deck. Not that she knew which the best was, but surely someone of her calibre could do no less? Perhaps that was why drawing the Page of Swords was so unexpected. Charlotte was no expert, but she knew the difference between a major and minor. She’d heard as much in her time. This wasn’t a Major at all! There had to be some mistake! Despite her protests, the young lady of the Wynetta household was for the first time refused what she so desperately wanted. It was embittering and humiliating. Enraged to the point of a tantrum, she demanded answers from her servants, and received what she was asking for. Though she didn’t necessarily like what she heard.
Charlotte was a diluted. A child born of greed. Though spoiled for wealth and material possessions, it did nothing to change her blood. She was a pathetic imitation of a real royal. Even if she had drawn a major arcana, she would have died shortly thereafter. It all had to be some sort of cruel joke! And yet, those people that served her, the ones she looked down upon. Now she could see something else behind their eyes. A mocking sense of superiority. How quickly she had fallen from her perch. They were fools, all of them! She was better than this! And if she couldn’t raise her own status to be higher, she’d drag everyone else down beneath her.
A cunning manipulator socially, Charlotte plays the façade of a pure blooded noble seamlessly, as if she was truly born for the greatness she proclaims. From her initiation into the academy to the present, she has maintained the perfect concoction of lies and misdirection to mingle with the elite as if she was one of their own, helped in no small part by her unique magic. From her position amongst the top, she stokes the flames of disgust and detest of diluteds while denying or ignoring her own heritage. At face, she’s a well-known suck up to the Majors, while simultaneously a dismissive and rude individual to her fellow minors and dilutes. A gossip monger and backstabber, Charlotte is petty, immature, haughty and holds quite the temper and grudges – but at the same time is easily played by flattery and praise, particularly from anyone of elite status. If someone’s secret gets out, few know of a better way to have it spread through the school than Charlotte. Perhaps it’s her way of ensuring that her own confidential information never sees the light of day.
Drawing a Tarot, she felt destined for greatness. In fact, she’d already boldly declared that she’d draw the most powerful and recognizable card of the entire deck. Not that she knew which the best was, but surely someone of her calibre could do no less? Perhaps that was why drawing the Page of Swords was so unexpected. Charlotte was no expert, but she knew the difference between a major and minor. She’d heard as much in her time. This wasn’t a Major at all! There had to be some mistake! Despite her protests, the young lady of the Wynetta household was for the first time refused what she so desperately wanted. It was embittering and humiliating. Enraged to the point of a tantrum, she demanded answers from her servants, and received what she was asking for. Though she didn’t necessarily like what she heard.
Charlotte was a diluted. A child born of greed. Though spoiled for wealth and material possessions, it did nothing to change her blood. She was a pathetic imitation of a real royal. Even if she had drawn a major arcana, she would have died shortly thereafter. It all had to be some sort of cruel joke! And yet, those people that served her, the ones she looked down upon. Now she could see something else behind their eyes. A mocking sense of superiority. How quickly she had fallen from her perch. They were fools, all of them! She was better than this! And if she couldn’t raise her own status to be higher, she’d drag everyone else down beneath her.
A cunning manipulator socially, Charlotte plays the façade of a pure blooded noble seamlessly, as if she was truly born for the greatness she proclaims. From her initiation into the academy to the present, she has maintained the perfect concoction of lies and misdirection to mingle with the elite as if she was one of their own, helped in no small part by her unique magic. From her position amongst the top, she stokes the flames of disgust and detest of diluteds while denying or ignoring her own heritage. At face, she’s a well-known suck up to the Majors, while simultaneously a dismissive and rude individual to her fellow minors and dilutes. A gossip monger and backstabber, Charlotte is petty, immature, haughty and holds quite the temper and grudges – but at the same time is easily played by flattery and praise, particularly from anyone of elite status. If someone’s secret gets out, few know of a better way to have it spread through the school than Charlotte. Perhaps it’s her way of ensuring that her own confidential information never sees the light of day.
unique magic
Charlotte’s unique magic is all about keeping up appearances. It took some time for her to figure out just what it does, and even then, she’s not entirely sure. It seems that, to all others, Charlotte is… Different, somehow. In spite of whatever cruel machinations or scheming she presents, people tend to see a sweet, regal looking young girl. In fact, they only tend to see what she wants them to about her. Her hair perfectly styled, that ever impressive brooch of the pure on her chest; no matter how she actually is, everyone seems to see her as something special and impressive. Waking up, she looks as fabulous as when she sleeps. Even should she trip and fall, there’s an infinite grace to it. At least, to those without the strength to see through the illusions and trickery her unique magic presents.
