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Charlie Hudson

"Is it really that strange if I always wanna change?"

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a character in “Pangaea”, as played by partially-stars

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hazy shade of winter - gerard way. ashley - halsey. buzzcut season - lorde.

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Had Charlie never found her great-grandmother's antique mirror, she may never have discovered the fact that she had inherited her great-grandmother's talent for magic. Charlie's link to the fae is weak, but with a bowl of Fey Berries every morning, she can tap into the magic that runs in her veins much more easily. But Charlie could never truly pass for a fae. Her use of magic is dependent entirely on the mirror she carries with her at all times, one that is imbued with magic. Charlie can manipulate sunlight with the use of the mirror, either by making it stronger to the point of being almost blinding, or to distort the reflection held within the mirror. The uses are limited and limited further by her inexperience of with magic, which is why she has turned to researching and studying magic.


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Charlie stands at a little taller than average, and strikes an imposing figure. Maybe it's her style of dress, exclusively in black and often figure-hugging. Platform heels and combat boots have equal place in her wardrobe, finding the androgynous line and walking it effortlessly. She's on the paler side despite not being afraid to show some skin, thanks to her love of parasols and hatred of the sun. If it's even the slightest bit sunny, she's found sporting her trademark sunglasses too. She is often found wearing dark and heavy eye makeup, emphasising her dark brown eyes. Her skin is scar free and she seldom seems to spot even the slightest blemish. She has a few tattoos, all of which relate to flowers or nature in some way. There's a band-aid and lavender below her left elbow, a skull and flowers on her ribs, and lungs on the back of her right elbow. She has three piercings in each ear and usually has two notches shaved into her eyebrow.


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Charlie is very much the black sheep of her family. It feels like everyone else around her has been worn down into just taking things as they are, never questioning the status quo or questioning what goes on around them. They just did as they were told, wore what they felt they should, lived the life they felt they should. In comparison, Charlie actively resists what she's told to do and questions everything she's told. Sometimes, more than she should. If she feels like she's being forced to say or do something she doesn't want to do, she'll push back, even when something is for her own good. And when she focuses on something, she's like a dog with a bone, refusing to let anything drop.

For all of her stubbornness, she's a ferociously good friend. She'll always have your back, no matter what, and she's endlessly loyal. You'd really have to mess up to fall out of favour in her books. As flawed as her family is, she still loves them and sees them for just being worn down by the world and by the steadily fading Hudson legacy. The same thing that has worn them down has inspired her to fight back. Showing that love and affection is a little more difficult though. Her primary love language is that of quality time, of spending time with the people she loves, because she struggles to verbally express the love she feels for them. Her family didn't show affection like that, and she's still trying to figure out how to display affection in other ways.

Charlie is and always has been inherently curious, wanting answers to questions people had never even considered. Finding out she's got magic blood made her feel as though she finally had an answer for why she always felt so different to the rest of her family. Sometimes she hated being the odd one out, but she hated not being able to be herself even more. And she owes a deep debt to everyone who's supported her in that. Finding out she's of fae descent has at once made her feel like she fits and like she has no idea of who or what she is. And that's the question she's really looking for the answer to. Who am I?



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The youngest of a family that seemed to be stuck in the past, expectations of Charlie were never that high. She was expected to fade into obscurity like the rest of her family; marry whoever her family seemed suitable for a business deal, and find some eclectic and suitable hobby to occupy her days. But Charlie never wanted to be that person. Instead, from a young age, she was searching for something more. She showed an incredible aptitude for the violin from the moment she picked one up, and then picked up the piano. Both of these talents pleased her family... but when she began teaching herself bass and guitar, they deemed it as less appropriate.

She was constantly searching for adventure, and rebelled against her family from the very beginning of her teenage years. She dressed in black, in tight clothes, in masculine clothes, wore her hair long, wore her hair short, did whatever she could to fight against her family. She joined a band at fourteen, a past-time that was deemed most inappropriate. Her family tried to fight; but she was the youngest and so her family didn't have the energy to keep fighting her, and Charlie won. But she was incredibly unlucky with band members and lineups, nobody seeming to take it as seriously as she did. Much to her family's distaste, she didn't care for school and only put in the effort to pass everything, as that was the only thing her parents could ask. So when she graduated, her band had just broken up again and she had no interest in college or similar. Her family were horrified when she decided to start working in a bar; but Charlie loved it and more importantly, was good at it. She decided to go solo with music at this point, tired of being let down by everyone else. The bar gave her a recurring slot at their open mic night; and then they gave her a weekly solo show. She picked up some attention in smaller alternative music circles and picked up attention on social media.

She was looking for props for a cover video she was recording for her social media channels when she found the mirror in her parents' attic. She just thought it was a cute accessory... until she nearly set fire to the bed in her apartment when she accidentally used it to strengthen and focus the sunlight streaming in through the window. She recognised it immediately as magic, and went back to her mother, demanding questions. It was then she found out the truth about her family and how fae magic ran in her veins, albeit weakly. Her mother told her not to do any further digging, and Charlie of course ignored that. But she didn't know of any witches to ask, and so she turned to her own resources and began researching the magic that ran in her veins.

So begins...

Charlie Hudson's Story

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Character Portrait: Tanvi Pari Katari Character Portrait: Jamie Day Character Portrait: Charlie Hudson
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charlie hudson
#8888aa - midgrasp - outfit
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The sunlight didn’t usually wake Charlie, but the persistent sliver of sun falling on her face through the smallest gap in her blackout curtains was enough to rouse her that morning. Well, at first, she got to her feet and pulled the curtains shut again and went back to bed, but her brain had decided that she was awake and she wasn’t getting back to sleep, as much as she may have wished. So she got up and made her way to her tiny kitchen, putting on a pot of coffee.

Even if the solstice itself was the big event, the city tended to buzz for a day or two beforehand. And while Charlie had gotten lucky in getting the solstice itself off, she’d still been rushed off her feet the night before. It had been worth it, she’d made a significant amount in tips and she’d only had to throw out a handful of patrons. But she also had not needed the rude awakening the morning had brought.

She jumped slightly as the shadows behind her couch moved and yelled at her, before Solaris trotted into the kitchen. The cat wound herself around Charlie’s legs as Charlie measured the food out into her bowl. However, Lissie chose to ignore the food and instead sat and stared at Charlie.

“You know, I’m pretty sure normal cats don’t like Fey Berries,” Charlie remarked. “Come on then.” She poured her cereal into her bowl and she poured milk into her cereal and coffee, before heading back into her bedroom, Lissie trotting behind her. As Charlie sat back on the bed, Lissie perched on her legs and began batting at her spoon.

By the time she’d finished her coffee, Lissie had had her few Fey Berries, and she’d read through a few pages of the research she’d found in the past few days, she was starting to feel a bit more awake and a bit better about everything. Or, at least, awake enough to take in the city for a few hours in search of vintage gems.




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jamie day
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Jamie tended to try and sleep through the day as much as possible. It was stereotypical, he knew, but as far as he was concerned, nothing exciting ever happened in daylight. And besides, the daytime wasn’t worth the itchy, stubborn rash that came with exposure to too much sunlight. But unfortunately, as so often happened, his insomnia won out. He’d gotten three hours sleep, and apparently his body had decided that was plenty. He rolled out of bed and went to the fridge, cracking open a bottle of FauxFizz and sitting down at the desk, opening up his laptop. It was the newest DwarvenTech model; not as pretty and as streamlined as the FeyTech, but more affordable and it could better handle the heavy editing software he used.

He glanced up as his phone buzzed with a text. He smirked as he saw it was Katari.

To: katari (?)
hell yes. pre-game at mine?


The Solstice was the biggest event of the year, with the biggest parties of the year. Jamie had gotten one or two invitations to big, fancy parties, but he’d turned them down in favour of a party at Arlo’s. Sure, big parties were good for exposure and for showing off on social media, but they weren’t as fun. They were too polished, too surface-clean. And Jamie was feeling the darker side of things tonight. Just like every night.

He should have been used to working on three hours sleep, but for some reason, he still couldn’t focus on the screen for long. He had emails he needed to reply to, bookings to sort out. He groaned and ran his fingers through his hair. If he couldn’t sleep, why couldn’t he at least be fully awake? He stood up and went to the kitchen, staring into the cupboard. He was going to be responsible for at least a few hours, he told himself, if only so he could properly enjoy the party later, and so he brewed one of the teas Briar had brought him with the cheery promise of keeping him awake when he wanted to be awake. He glanced at his phone. Only a few hours until the party started, he told himself. Only a few hours to get through.