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Charlotte Van der Veen

"All of us are sick..."

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a character in “Legends of Haven”, as played by VincentRayne

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N A M E: Charlotte Van der Veen
P O W E R: Umbrakineses | A G E: | 23
G E N D E R: Female | S E X U A L I T Y: Hetero


#630F3Fe
In The Dark + The Birthday Massacre
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Insomnia + KAMELOT
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Acid Rain + Lorn


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B A S I C S

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[Nicknames]
Prefers not to be called by any nicknames


[Sexuality]
Heterosexual
(someone who is attracted to members of opposite gender)


[Romantic Interest]
TBD


[Nationality]
75% German
25% Swiss


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P O W E R

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+CAPABILITIES+

User can create, shape and manipulate darkness and shadows. By itself, darkness is mostly used to cloud everything into total darkness, but by accessing a dimension of dark energy it can be channeled to a variety of effects, both as an absence of light and a solid substance: one can also control and manipulate the beings that exist there, create and dispel shields and areas of total darkness, create constructs and weapons, teleport one's self through massive distances via shadows, etc.

+LIMITATIONS+

May be unable to create darkness/shadow, being limited to manipulating only from already existing sources.
May have to be in sync with darkness, whether their own or the source of their power.
May become affected/corrupted through extended exposure.
Distance, mass, precision, etc. depend upon of the knowledge, skill, and strength of the user, and their power's natural limits.
Light Manipulation and Light Generation are especially effective against this power.
As shadow is a dark area produced by a body coming between rays of light and a surface, light may, in some cases, strengthen shadow magic.


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A P P E R A N C E

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Charlotte was always a girl that kept to herself.
She wasn't one of the kids that went outside to play. The
girl preferred the indoors. So of course her look reflects
that lifestyle; Long and messy hair, pale skin. At least
her being a vegan kept weight from getting out of control.
She has an average body for a 5' 3" girl even without all
the exercise. She likes to say exercising her brain burns
all the calories she needs.

If she does ever have to go out she shrinks inside herself
as much as she can. Head down, hood up, and reserved.
Charlotte's eyes are known to glow when her powers are active.

Her color palette was pretty simple. Dark colors. Primarily
black. She fell even more in love with the neutral color
after she discovered her powers. It was only natural since
the color any shadow was associated with was black.

[Style]


Charlotte normally sports grungy or rocker fashion. Slim jeans
with cuts in the knees, Chucks, and various assortment of
tops is what she will commonly be seen wearing. She's not
confident enough to wear any revealing clothing. Even seeing
her bare arms is a rarity.

[Height and Weight]

5' 3"
105 lbs

[Piercings]

decorative ear piercing

[Scent]


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P E R S O N A L I T Y

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❃(Cold)❃(Short Tempered)❃(Unpredictable)❃(Quick Witted)❃(Distant)❃(Sociopath)❃(Creative)❃

[Likes and Dislikes]

βœ”Art βœ”Music (Especially Witch House)
βœ”Galleries βœ”Overcast Weather βœ”Rain
βœ”Dark Humor βœ”Her Abilities βœ”Night
βœ”Cemeteries and Funerals

✘People that are "too happy" ✘The Sun
✘Hot Weather
✘Crowded Places ✘Being called crazy or psychopath ✘Bright Colors
✘Most Animals

[Strengths and Weaknesses]

βœ”Charlotte knows her way around a gun as well as a knife. She knows where vital areas are on the human body and can kill without hesitation. So when it comes to making hard decisions, Charlotte will do so without so much as a flinch. She believes in doing what has to be done without hesitation because in this world that hesitation can and will cost you your life.

✘Charlotte is a Sociopath. So this obviously makes her a person that is hard to get along with. Her care for others is bare minimal. People may feel uneasy knowing she is their support. If they mess up then the girl will either leave them or get rid of them if they are at risk of capture. These traits leaves her having a hard time gaining the trust of others.

☣[Oddities and Flaws]☒

☠Charlotte delves deeply into her artist side often. The proof is all over her room. Whether they be hers or artwork she's gotten elsewhere, there are pictures and
paintings hung up all around her room. The only downside is that almost all of the artwork are morbid works.

[Fear]

Despite having a power based on the unknown that is exactly what Charlotte is afraid of. She is fascinated by things like the paranormal but only because she finds the idea of them fascinating. But her biggest fear would be dying. She doesn't know what lies in the great beyond and the thought of her ceasing to exist is terrifying.

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H I S T O R Y

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Charlotte was first noticed as being "different" since she was in elementary. She often fell asleep in class because she was afraid to sleep at home. Her parents tried getting all kinds of help for her but she remained with this problem. That is until a few months later. It was as if she changed overnight, a complete flip in her personality.

Charlotte went from being a kind and happy little girl to being cold and distancing herself from others. But at least she wasn't having problems falling asleep at night anymore. But this new personality change started negatively impacting others as well. There were several "accidents" involving other kids getting bad injuries. One thing all of these accidents had in common was that Charlotte was there when they happened. Even her own parents went from concern to be fearful of their own daughter.

"It's just when we look at in our little girl's eyes they aren't our daughter's eyes. It's like she's something else. Like she's possessed." Her mother said. Things grew worse as the years went on. Charlotte would often be heard conversing with someone and when her parents would check on her there would be no one there.



It was in middle school that Charlotte became engrossed in artwork. That would be fine if the art that attracted her attention wasn't so dark and morbid. At first they were just regular drawings only using dark colors like Black, Blue, and Red. She at least still did her school work and tried to interact with her parents as their "little girl." But they were scared of her. Even at a young age Charlotte could tell. So she started to avoid them and this continued on through her high school years.

In high school Charlotte artwork consisted of dead people and animals and things killing them or each other. Her parents pretty much lost control of her. Even the counselors she was sent to noticed something was not quite right about the girl. She was pretty much devoid of a social life outside of her internet friends. Her violent tendencies grew worse towards other students. She got into a few fights with other female students that ended in severe injuries for the people she fought. She would constantly have to be pulled off in fights because she wouldn't stop.

She was eventually expelled from school for giving a student a concussion by bringing a baseball bat to school and hitting the girl over the head a couple of times. What did the girl to deserve it? She called Charlotte the town's psycho the day prior. Charlotte didn't seem to be angry or aggressive prior to the attack. She barely even looked the girl's way when she was called the name. And the day of Charlotte was considered calm. No one didn't think anything of the baseball bat.

Charlotte was home schooled for the rest of her high school life and immediately after turning eighteen she moved out. Now there were no distractions from the
things that really interested her. Like figuring out exactly what her powers were and their potential.

So begins...

Charlotte Van der Veen's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Fryderyk Andrzejewski Character Portrait: Scott Cho Character Portrait: Sabina Bakkeli Character Portrait: Triton M. Jones Character Portrait: Cora Saunders Character Portrait: Evonna L. Funke Character Portrait: Charlotte Van der Veen Character Portrait: EVE Character Portrait: Hazel J. O'Conner Character Portrait: Brenton Harrison Character Portrait: Mallory Harper Character Portrait: Caspian Whytehorse Character Portrait: Nathan Howell Character Portrait: Tate Howell Character Portrait: Simone Youngblood Character Portrait: Parker Grey
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Outfit ❃ #62060F ❃ T I M E: 5-8am ❃ Heavy by Linkin Park ft Kiiara

As the morning light filled the comfortable sized room, it lit the small figure doing yoga in the middle of it. The dainty hands firmly planted on the peacock green and sunflower yellow patterned rug in the middle of the room. Rich dark brown hair was pulled into a messy bun, a small grown left a full mouth before the girl released her pose and flopped on to the rug and rolled on to her back while releasing a deep breath. Pulling herself into a sitting position Hazel scowled, she had obviously over worked herself the night before in the training room but two years worth of training had yet to get rid of the few extra pounds she carried and if she admitted it to herself, it still hadnt made her good enough to not need Kli's guidance in a fight.

Standing at her full, but still small, height she walked on silent feet to her bathroom to take a shower and get ready for work. Only once she had washed off the sweat from her morning warm up and soothed her sore muscles did she get dressed in a simple red lace dress and a tan and light blue blazer. Matching it with simple accessories and pinning her hair into an easy updo, she considered herself ready, delicately boned fingers rubbed the intricate scar on her chest. It was silver and almost invisible until she called on the power the artifact gave her, then it turned blood red. As her fingers grazed over it, the scar warmed slightly and Hazel got a sense that Kli was saying good morning. Communicating with the gem in her chest was difficult to explain, it didnt have a voice per-say, it was more of just knowing. She just knew what it was trying to tell her like at this moment.

Once Hazel had coated herself with a light layer of one of her favorite perfumes she padded on her light blue heels into the dark teal and russet orange living room, the dark brown hard wood uncovered and in such every time her heels made contact a small click could be heard. A cup of coffee to go, she walked quickly to the elevator not far from her apartment and rode it all the way to the ground floor, she couldnt be late today. It was, after all, the day the Gems from the Temple of Death were opened to the public to see. Hazel smiled at the thought of the well made copies of the gems she had made going on display, they were being called one of the greatest discovers of the century and no one even knew that they werent the real deal.

Checking her phone right before she clocked in, she saw she had a text from Rodger. It was a group text to all of the League;

From:Rodger K.
To:Team

Important meeting tonight at 8.
Be there. No exceptions.


Turning off her phone without replying, Hazel sighed today just got a whole lot longer. She would literally get off work, go home, get ready for the party, go to the meeting, then go to the party..Alone. Kiss the asses of all the big wigs that had donated money to the museum and talk about finding the Gems and the underground, hidden temple that they had once resided in which was never a good experience for her.



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Outfit ❃ #023a25 ❃ T I M E: 4-7AM ❃ How Did You Love by Shinedown

In the world of a dark haired boy sitting atop of a rundown building in the slums of Haven, the morning was silent. He's normally cold eyes were tired and his knuckles were bruised, as if he had spent hours hitting a rock hard surface. A vibration in his pocket made him pull out his phone and the name on the screen read Marybelle, which brought a glimmer of light to his eyes and a small smile to his lips. Focusing on his ears, Triton was able to hear and answered the phone call. "Hey Mary, how are you and the kids doing?" he answered, listening intently for the normal ruckus that went on in the background. "Don't 'hey Mary' me Tri, you promised that you would call every other day when you were in Haven. You know I worry about you being there...Sense May." an upset female voice responded and the small smile turned into a full on grin. "Hey know, im no longer a little kid Mary you dont have to go all big sister on me. Now, please tell me how my niece and nephew are. How are you and the twins you carry?" he laughed, it was a rusty sound and obviously not used often but he had managed to distract his sister from chewing him out.

It wasnt a long phone call because the kids woke up and Mary had to go, Triton put away his phone and watched the sun come up before climbing down the side of the building to enter it through his window. Malcolm had dumped the ragtag group in this poor excuse of a building with eight black cards and orders to make it livable and fortified, they had to do all the work themselves and Triton had done the most sense he had worked as a construction worker sense he turned eighteen. His room was one large living space, his bed hidden behind a wall of bricks. It was industrial, rough, but clean and his.

After a quick shower Triton got dressed and put in his ear piece, he had a name on his list to stalk. As he was getting ready to leave his apartment a thought ran across his mind about Cora, deciding to go see if she wished to come with he walked quietly. His booted feet barely making a sound on the concrete floors, When he got to Cora's door he paced back and fourth a few times but he didnt want to disturb the team member across the hall from her so he finally tuned his power to Cora's room to see if she was awake not that it would stop him from knocking and waking her if she wasnt, he would ask no matter what.

Finally deciding just to go for it, Triton knocked or more like banged, on her door. A voice clicked through the ear piece right afterward "I know you're technically deaf Triton but I also know you use your power to hear so obviously you know how loud you knocked. In case you didnt, im in the War room and I heard you. Also, im not being creepy but I was messing with the security cameras and saw you, with your ear piece in, knocking so dont you dare pretend that you cant hear me." a slightly sinister smile curved his lips upon hearing Evonna's voice and he waved to the camera at the end of the hall before turning back to Cora's door.



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Outfit ❃ #ec3919 ❃ T I M E: 5-7AM ❃ Save Today by Seether

Almost black hair was pulled into a messy braid and glasses were posed dangerously close to the edge of the slightly down turned nose, the red crop top was rather high necked, showing only her collar bones but maybe to much over her toned stomach. Having woken several hours earlier so to nightmares Evonna was now working away at a 'powered' database in the hopes of finding more potential members of the Mercs, bare feet were pulled into the over stuffed office chair and hidden by the black and floral maxi skirt she wore. Furrowing her brow in slight distress her fingers flew across the key board in such rapid movements before the page she was on closed, whoever the site had notified about her attempt at hacking it, was good. Not as good at her of course because she had noticed their feeble attempt at hacking into her system to find her location but good enough that she had to sever her ties to the database to keep them from locating her.

Spining the chair she was able to see the full of the War Room, in the very center was her private little domain. It was were she did her thing and were her team mates could come to learn the information she had dug up on targets, plated with specially designed glass as to not be damaged by their powers. The rest of the room was their training area, again specially plated with a substance almost impervious to their powers. Deciding to spend some time messing around in the building security, she clicked through the cameras and saw that Triton was awake and wearing his ear piece. Evonna then heard him knock on Cora's door, scowling at the screen she touched her own ear piece so she could speak to him "I know you're technically deaf Triton but I also know you use your power to hear so obviously you know how loud you knocked. In case you didnt, im in the War room and I heard you. Also, im not being creepy but I was messing with the security cameras and saw you, with your ear piece in, knocking so dont you dare pretend that you cant hear me."

His only response was a scary smile and wave, growling she clicked out of the security system. No need to be in a bad mood this early, needing coffee or tea she decided to go back to her room. Maybe after a cup or two she would try that system again, stretching she started to walk away when her computer dinged. It was a message from Malcolm.

From:Malcolm
To:Team

Coming by tonight with temporary power booster.
Will explain why it is temporary then.
Need the team to be there at 7pm,
got contacted for a last minute job. No time to prep,
details at meeting. Spread the word.


Rolling her shoulders Evonna didnt bother to reply, she knew the system Malcolm used wouldnt allow her to, after all she created it. After her cup of coffee and maybe some breakfast she would inform the others.

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Character Portrait: Triton M. Jones Character Portrait: Charlotte Van der Veen
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Outfit☠#630F3Fe☠TIME: 0500-0700☠Come Near Me ☣ Massive Attack
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Charlotte was still awake by the time the sun started peaking over the horizon. Not that Charlotte would know by seeing it herself. Every window in her room had light blocking curtains. The only lights to ever brighten her room would be artificial. But the scientific wall-mounted clock told her everything about the current weather. When the sun would rise, whether it was raining or sunny, the temperature, and even wind speeds. Now it was telling her it was just past 0500. The sun would be in full view within the hour and the painting she was working on was no closer to being finished than when she started on it eight hours ago.

Such is the curse of being an artist. Charlotte thought to herself. Satisfaction is a rarity. The girl stepped back and removed her headphones to observed her piece. The entire piece was done in charcoal almost entirely using quick and aggressive strokes of black, blue, and red. It was a Minotaur standing over several people. A man torn in two, was held in each of the beast's hands. The men and women in front of it cowering in fear before the mighty beast. Charlotte liked to think the victims were the "heroes" that protected Haven. The Minotaur represented the Mercs. At least that's the way Charlotte interpreted it. She wasn't a hundred percent sure. She normally painted whatever came to her. The meaning non-existent until she stepped back and tried to figure it out. It was like she wasn't herself when she made art. It was like she was possessed.

A buzzing noise coming from her bedroom deterred Charlotte from her thoughts. She walked to the other room and picked up her smartphone, checking her email.

Coming by tonight with temporary power booster.
Will explain why it is temporary then.
Need the team to be there at 7pm,
got contacted for a last minute job. No time to prep,
details at meeting. Spread the word.


Temporary? Wasn't it supposed to be a more permanent solution? Charlotte supposed it was still an improvement from having none. Then there was something about a last minute job? Charlotte was surprised at this but seeing as she didn't have anything else planned it was acceptable. Before she could think anymore into the message she heard a knocking on a door outside of hers. It wasn't her door and it wouldn't make sense for the Cora, who lived across from Charlotte, to knock on her own door. So that meant someone else was up at a ridiculous hour making noise.

If Charlotte was into her work then the slight interruption would have made her furious. It was the reason why she normally wore headphones while she worked. Or had her stereo volume up very loud. But that particular solution normally irritated the others. Not that Charlotte cared but the thought of them coming down and telling her to adjust the music volume was annoying and would likely also set her off.

Charlotte walked up to her door and looked out the peephole. She saw Triton standing outside of Cora's door. Charlotte cracked open her door a little and said something to get Triton's attention.

"Hey!" Everyone knew Triton was apparently deaf but his super hearing seemed to override that setback. So Charlotte always addressed him like she would anyone else. "Do you know what time it is? What the hell are you doing down here besides causing a ruckus with that loud banging?"

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Character Portrait: Triton M. Jones Character Portrait: Charlotte Van der Veen Character Portrait: EVE Character Portrait: Brenton Harrison
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xxxxxxxxxxxxCora had been up for hours, lately she found it quite hard to sleep. Her morning routine however had always been quite consistent. Wake up, go grab an apple before anyone else woke up, and sneak back up to her room to take a small shower. The Mercs had been a little quiet lately, nothing to big had happened in the past couple of weeks. Malcom holed himself up and that damned lab of his and rarely ever ventured out.

She managed to get dressed rather quickly, her wardrobe was limited a the tower. The Mercs had little money, and whatever they came across splurge wise was stolen. With a small flick of her hand her large windows cracked open letting out a cool morning breeze into the room. Cora closed her eyes and inhaled a large breath of the air, this was always her favorite part of the day, the quiet morning that she spent alone. With a twirl of her fingers the breeze wrapped around her hair, and weaved in and out until her hair fell down to her shoulders warm and dry. It was a trick she had learned a couple months before she had joined the Mercs and it came in handy.

As she went to grab for the phone on her bed, a horrendous knocking made her heart skip. After a couple seconds she huffed a breath of annoyance and crossed over to the door flinging it open, giving the bitchiest stare to the culprit of the loud knocking. She wasn't surprised to see Triton with his lazy smile and hand raised in the air, mid-knock. She rolled her eyes and leaned against the doorframe crossing her arms. "Do you have to knock so damn loud?" She said trying to maintain her pissed off façade but she couldn't help the hint of smile that crossed her face.

She noticed Charlotte had peeped her head out of her apartment across the hall, no doubt awoken by the obnoxious knocking. "Good morning Charlotte" She said curtly before turning her head back to Triton. "What do you need?" She raised an eyebrow in question.



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xxxxxxxxxxxxParker was sipping a rather uneventful cup of coffee that had way too much creamer in it. This morning had been a bit slower than others, and he allowed himself a little time to sleep in. He had managed to get ready and settled himself in the community kitchen, sitting at a barstool reading the paper. A couple petty crimes, but nothing of too much interest. There was a museum event going on tonight, but going out wasn't really his idea of fun. A clicking of heels caused him to take his eyes away from the paper to see Hazel pouring herself a cup of coffee, looking professional as always. He could sense her obvious distress and the time crunch that she was in from her tensed face, and rather aggressive coffee making. He only had time to let out a small, "Morning Hazel", before she was in the elevator and out the door. He let out a small sigh and turned back to the newspaper. The heroes of the League were always so tense and on-edge, he seemed rather grateful for his position.

He was surprised he hadn't seen more of the League, granted many of them still functioned like teenagers and didn't wake until late nine, but he normally saw a few of them flit through the kitchen and grab some food before retreating to train or go on one of Kalmack's many 'adventures'. A small ping drew him to his watch, which Eve fashioned for him when he arrived at the League. A message from none of than the man himself scrolled across the screen.

From: Kalmack
Important meeting tonight at 8.
Be there. No exceptions.


Parker couldn't help to wonder what the old man had to say, it obviously couldn't be good. He decided to send a quick message to his closest friends, and other part of the League's small operatives team.

To: Eve, Bren
Good morning, from your favorite person.
I made coffee if anyone wants it.