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hello friends!! dede here, nineteen years old, she/her pronouns, kickin’ it in gmt + 2, and i’m proud to introduce my bitch of a daughter, charlotte irving aka the emperor! so, without further ado, let’s get right into it, shall we?

THE EMPEROR.

upright — authority, establishment, structure, logic over emotion, concentration. reversed — domination, excessive control, inflexibility, rigidity, stubbornness.

FAST FACTS.

name — charlotte adela irving. pronouns — she/her/hers. age — 20. year — sophomore. major — law. zodiac sign — virgo sun, scorpio moon, aquarius rising. dorm arrangements — carstone house.

BIOGRAPHY.

a cracked magnifying glass. the shoe box decorated with paper roses clearly cut out from some magazine is covered in even more dust than she remembered. wrinkling her nose ever-so-slightly, charlotte closes her eyes before blowing off most of the dust and dirt amassed on the box after years of it being kept under the bed she used to sleep in while living in her parents’ house. overcoming her subtle feelings of disgust, she lifts the lid to look at the contents once stored there, contents she didn’t think she’d ever be coming back to. they bring back so many memories, some fond, some less so. like the small magnifying glass, now functionless and cracked, that she used to ‘solve the case’ of the ‘stolen’ cookies (which, in reality, were eaten by her friend’s father). or the stack of children’s mystery stories. she smiles, remembering how she used to devour them under the covers late at night with a flashlight, hoping her parents wouldn’t come into the room. while she still occasionally enjoys an agatha christie story, she’s moved past that. or at least so she thought. looks like she might need to get back in miss marple mode, because, if we’re being honest, if she can’t find that poor kidnapped neighbor… who can? loose leaf paper scattered to the wind. charlotte lets out a groan, leaning back in her chair. it’s been a long night of studying, the various used coffee mugs on her desk can attest to that, and yet somehow her head appears to be empty every time she tries to search for any trace of what she’s just finished revising. in high school, every subject came to her so easily. she worked moderately hard to produce excellent results. people always said it’s going to be different when she goes to university, but she never believed them, not deep down. and it’s not, she corrects herself mentally. she just needs to study harder. but you have, a voice argues somewhere in her head. and it didn’t help. distraught and confused, she doesn’t even notice when the first tears roll down her cheeks, but soon she’s shaking in her chair, quietly sobbing, her face hidden in her hands. suddenly, as if ordered to by some military commander, she gets up and grabs her notes. the tears streaming down her cheeks fall on the paper, making it wet. but it’s not a concern for her now, albeit it would be normally. she opens the window and throws everything she’s holding out. watching the notes fly away, god knows where, she stops crying and covers her mouth, as if only realizing what she’s done now. a rowboat missing an oar. her jaw is beginning to hurt from how hard she’s been clenching it for the past fifteen minutes or so. her arm muscles are burning, but she doesn’t let it stop her. it can’t. along with her two teammates, she keeps moving the oars she’s holding as tightly as if her life itself depended on it. if they lose this race, her parents back home will… she doesn’t even want to think what they will or won’t do. the finish line is now within sight, and while twelve-year-old charlotte was beginning to tire before this moment, the surge of adrenaline this view gives her revives her completely. like a freshly charged battery, her arms work in perfect sync with her teammates’, and a smirk appears on her face. their opponents are slightly behind them, and there doesn’t seem to be any reason for them to not keep up the pace they’re going at currently; looks like victory will be theirs. just as they approach the glory and success they came here to reach, she hears her teammate, maria, scream, apparently in pain. she looks at the other girl only to see her drop one of the oars into the water and proceed to hold her apparently badly cramped hand. charlotte shoots her a gaze that, if, as the saying goes, looks could kill, would murder not only maria, but all the teams on the lake on the spot. “well, what are you waiting for?!”, she screams. “go get it!” maria does, and does so fast, but not fast enough for them to be able to beat the other teams. they one of the opposing boats cross the finish line. charlotte’s lips turn into an extremely thin line. she doesn’t speak, but there’s a lot she’d like to say. and her team is well aware of it. the last one picked on a sports team. charlotte is standing in the middle of the gym, the pride and joy of sommerville high school, which while not new - as if anything in sommerville could be new - still managed to hold up decently over the years. tapping her foot on the wooden floor impatiently, she raises her eyes to the sky. why can’t she just be in the history classroom already? does she have to waste this hour she could be spending in a productive way on throwing a ball into a hoop? with a sigh, she looks at the other girls in her class. most are already gathered in front of her, split into two groups. those by her side keep joining either team, one by one. ah yes, the endless popularity contest. or just a sports contest before the actual sports have even begun. as if the world couldn’t go a few hours without challenging her yet again, truly. finally, after a few minutes have passed, charlotte is alone. the captain of the team on the left tries to hide her disappointment and fails miserably while gesturing for her to join them. charlotte walks over to her newfound basketball team, head high, expression icy. she has other strengths, she tells herself. she doesn’t need to be good at basketball, too. flickering candlelight. the roses building, the windows covered and the candles lit, presumably for dramatic value, is full, as it has been, is and will be every holy saturday. from her family’s bench, about in the middle of the church’s length, charlotte can barely see the ‘grave’ they came here to visit. she never quite understood this particular tradition; how could any rational person believe their lives would be bettered by coming to stare at the make-believe grave of jesus christ, who in actuality died thousands of years ago - whether permanently is a debatable subject, but this isn’t the point - and wasn’t even buried in this manner? still, her mother is sitting on her left, and charlotte knows she can’t allow herself to display any signs of disinterest. both because her mother would certainly have some strong words for her when they returned home about how important being focused and prayer is, and because she’s now a student at st. cade’s - that means she can’t show any kind of weakness or besmirch her reputation in any way, or the consequences could be extremely unpleasant. lowering her head and closing her eyes, she starts counting down seconds.

WANTED.

i’m pretty much down for any kind of plot! but just to name a few that would be cool:

study buddies — charlotte actually takes the whole school thing extremely seriously, so it’s be nice if she had someone to actually do all that cramming with. roommates — this is actually for when we get another person in carstone house or i crack and message the admins about a change being possible (rip). but yeah i’m trash for roommates. just. i’m trash for them. bad influences — you know the ‘i’m gonna lead you down the path that rocks’ meme? basically this. charlotte here is kind of a wet blanket, and she could use someone more fun and sociable to ~teach her their ways~. rivals — especially academics-wise. homegirl can get super competitive, and i’d love to see someone being as competitive as her in this regard. some romantic stuff? — to be honest, i’ve just written a lot of angst recently, so like, a pure, adorable crush or something like that (though i’m down for some small bits of sadness thrown in there) would be wonderful.

EXTRAS.

wow, congrats, you’ve reached the end of this thing! here, have her playlist as your reward.

#❛ 𝘣𝘪𝘰 ❜

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