Sollir Furryfoot
Explorer
Codename: Aranea
Name: Charlotte White
Sex: Female
Age: 16
DOB: ?, ?, 1996 (She celebrates it on April 1st)
POB: Unknown
Height: 5’1''
Weight: 96 lbs
Description: Charlotte is a thin, fragile-looking girl, with pale white skin and raven-black hair which hangs down just past her shoulders. Her eyes are a cold gray with an unconcerned look, and her mannerisms to how she carries herself are all elegent. She often wears dark colored clothing that cover most of her body, that gives her a moody appearance.
Favourite courses: Literature
Least favourite courses: Biology ("Dissecting insects?!")
Identity: Secret
Costume: A thin, black outfit that has a dark gray veil extending from her arms in a sort of shawl, and covers most of her body except for her hands and feet (although she wears boots).
Power Level: 8
Weakness: None
Abilities (21 points)
Strength 10
Dexterity 20
Constitution 12
Intelligence 14
Wisdom 12
Charisma 13
Combat Abilities (13 points)
Attack bonus: +3
Defence Bonus: +2
Initiative: +13
Melee Attack: +8
Ranged Attack: +8
Damage Bonus: +0/+8 (Swarm form)
Defense: 21
Flat-Footed Defense: 12
Mental Defense: 13
Damage Save: +1
Fortitude: +1
Reflex: +8
Willpower: +1
Move: 30 ft., Clinging: 40 ft.
Skills (6 points):
Acrobatics (6) +15
Feats (14 points)
All Around Sight (Flaw: Limited-Only in spider form)
Attack Finesse: Melee
Attractive
Blindfight
Blindsight
Darkvision (Flaw: Duration, Obvious-eyes turn solid black)
Dodge
Evasion
Improved Initiative
Powers (74 points)
-Alternate Form (Semisolid-Swarm of Spiders) +8, (Elasticity, Protection, +8 to damage; Stunts: Dual Damage; Cost: 5 pp; 42 points)
--Immunities in Alt Form: Critical Hits, Energy (Cold, Heat), Exhaustion, Poison, Pressure, Starvation, Suffocation.
-Clinging +8 (Extras: Passengers; Cost 2 pp; Total 16 pp)
-Super Dexterity +4 (Cost: 4pp; Total 16 pp)
Weakness - Water Susceptibility
PP Spent: 130/133
Background (In an interview style fashion):
"Well...where to begin." Charlotte let loose a sigh as she ran her fingers over her forehead and through her hair, letting it all back. "I think it's best to start from the beginning, though I warn you that it might take a while." She crosses one leg over the other, and looks to those listening closely before she continues.
"I really don't know when I was born, I didn't really have any birthdays that I remember-but I was ok enough as a child-I thought I had parents who loved me." Her voice was filled with disgust as she mentioned the last part, "Well, step-parents. My real parents had died when I was about six and I had stayed in an oprhanage for about six months before being adopted. After that, I was homeschooled for the most part of my life, oblivious to the world around me, my step-parents had not allowed me to watch television, they said it was for my own good."
"Somewhere in my teens, perhaps when I was fourten or fifteen, I had a suspicion that something wasn't right-I don't know why, it's just that my family really didn't feel like my family, and then..."
She takes a moment, her hands now gripping her knees, "I went to their room one day while they weren't around and I discovered something on their desk. It had been a file...on me, a sort of report of what had been going on in the last two weeks. Just then, I had heard them come home-and I didn't have any time to leave the room without being noticed-so, I hid, underneath their bed."
"To make a long story short, what had happened was my step-parents weren't really who they seemed to be-they were just hired..." She begins to get shakey, "Hired by an organization called Pantheon-to watch over me. I caught a phone conversation in that room with them talking about me not manifesting my 'powers' yet, but everything was going as planned and how it would show any day now-at that time, I really didn't know what they were talking about." She finally breaks into a shallow smile.
"But it wasn't until a month later that I felt something strange within me, something just bursting to get out. A 'relative' of the family had come to visit me, my 'step-uncle'. He started to talk about how some people were different, and how I was special. He went on about this, and I thought he was crazy, my step-parents looked nervous. The feeling inside of me was still growing, though."
"Over the course of the following month my step-parents grew more and more nervous, as if they were expecting something or some one. For no reason my step-father had slapped me on the face one day, and as I clutched my cheek, I felt something move-but when I pulled my hand away, nothing was there. Finally, one day my step-uncle had come again, he had just burst into my room...he, frightened me. He said that he was sorry for what he had to do, and that I was just a waste of time-and then tried to stab me...only, when he stabbed, my body had parted and his hand went through. Suddenly I felt disoriented-as if I was looking at the whole room at once, with a thousand eyes glaring at each direction."
Charlotte held up her hand, and it changed infront of her to a few dozen spiders-black and venemous-looking, before reverting to her normal skin tone. "After recovering from his surprise, my uncle just smiled and said that he could use me after all-but I wouldn't stand it. I had to get out...I crawled beneath the doorcracks of the house, and I escaped."
"From there I went and tried to get a normal life, being on the run for a while until I had discovered this institute. I snuck onboard a ship and made my way here...and here I am." Looking finished, she put her hands together and felt nervous-would they really trust her and take her in to the institute?
Name: Charlotte White
Sex: Female
Age: 16
DOB: ?, ?, 1996 (She celebrates it on April 1st)
POB: Unknown
Height: 5’1''
Weight: 96 lbs
Description: Charlotte is a thin, fragile-looking girl, with pale white skin and raven-black hair which hangs down just past her shoulders. Her eyes are a cold gray with an unconcerned look, and her mannerisms to how she carries herself are all elegent. She often wears dark colored clothing that cover most of her body, that gives her a moody appearance.
Favourite courses: Literature
Least favourite courses: Biology ("Dissecting insects?!")
Identity: Secret
Costume: A thin, black outfit that has a dark gray veil extending from her arms in a sort of shawl, and covers most of her body except for her hands and feet (although she wears boots).
Power Level: 8
Weakness: None
Abilities (21 points)
Strength 10
Dexterity 20
Constitution 12
Intelligence 14
Wisdom 12
Charisma 13
Combat Abilities (13 points)
Attack bonus: +3
Defence Bonus: +2
Initiative: +13
Melee Attack: +8
Ranged Attack: +8
Damage Bonus: +0/+8 (Swarm form)
Defense: 21
Flat-Footed Defense: 12
Mental Defense: 13
Damage Save: +1
Fortitude: +1
Reflex: +8
Willpower: +1
Move: 30 ft., Clinging: 40 ft.
Skills (6 points):
Acrobatics (6) +15
Feats (14 points)
All Around Sight (Flaw: Limited-Only in spider form)
Attack Finesse: Melee
Attractive
Blindfight
Blindsight
Darkvision (Flaw: Duration, Obvious-eyes turn solid black)
Dodge
Evasion
Improved Initiative
Powers (74 points)
-Alternate Form (Semisolid-Swarm of Spiders) +8, (Elasticity, Protection, +8 to damage; Stunts: Dual Damage; Cost: 5 pp; 42 points)
--Immunities in Alt Form: Critical Hits, Energy (Cold, Heat), Exhaustion, Poison, Pressure, Starvation, Suffocation.
-Clinging +8 (Extras: Passengers; Cost 2 pp; Total 16 pp)
-Super Dexterity +4 (Cost: 4pp; Total 16 pp)
Weakness - Water Susceptibility
PP Spent: 130/133
Background (In an interview style fashion):
"Well...where to begin." Charlotte let loose a sigh as she ran her fingers over her forehead and through her hair, letting it all back. "I think it's best to start from the beginning, though I warn you that it might take a while." She crosses one leg over the other, and looks to those listening closely before she continues.
"I really don't know when I was born, I didn't really have any birthdays that I remember-but I was ok enough as a child-I thought I had parents who loved me." Her voice was filled with disgust as she mentioned the last part, "Well, step-parents. My real parents had died when I was about six and I had stayed in an oprhanage for about six months before being adopted. After that, I was homeschooled for the most part of my life, oblivious to the world around me, my step-parents had not allowed me to watch television, they said it was for my own good."
"Somewhere in my teens, perhaps when I was fourten or fifteen, I had a suspicion that something wasn't right-I don't know why, it's just that my family really didn't feel like my family, and then..."
She takes a moment, her hands now gripping her knees, "I went to their room one day while they weren't around and I discovered something on their desk. It had been a file...on me, a sort of report of what had been going on in the last two weeks. Just then, I had heard them come home-and I didn't have any time to leave the room without being noticed-so, I hid, underneath their bed."
"To make a long story short, what had happened was my step-parents weren't really who they seemed to be-they were just hired..." She begins to get shakey, "Hired by an organization called Pantheon-to watch over me. I caught a phone conversation in that room with them talking about me not manifesting my 'powers' yet, but everything was going as planned and how it would show any day now-at that time, I really didn't know what they were talking about." She finally breaks into a shallow smile.
"But it wasn't until a month later that I felt something strange within me, something just bursting to get out. A 'relative' of the family had come to visit me, my 'step-uncle'. He started to talk about how some people were different, and how I was special. He went on about this, and I thought he was crazy, my step-parents looked nervous. The feeling inside of me was still growing, though."
"Over the course of the following month my step-parents grew more and more nervous, as if they were expecting something or some one. For no reason my step-father had slapped me on the face one day, and as I clutched my cheek, I felt something move-but when I pulled my hand away, nothing was there. Finally, one day my step-uncle had come again, he had just burst into my room...he, frightened me. He said that he was sorry for what he had to do, and that I was just a waste of time-and then tried to stab me...only, when he stabbed, my body had parted and his hand went through. Suddenly I felt disoriented-as if I was looking at the whole room at once, with a thousand eyes glaring at each direction."
Charlotte held up her hand, and it changed infront of her to a few dozen spiders-black and venemous-looking, before reverting to her normal skin tone. "After recovering from his surprise, my uncle just smiled and said that he could use me after all-but I wouldn't stand it. I had to get out...I crawled beneath the doorcracks of the house, and I escaped."
"From there I went and tried to get a normal life, being on the run for a while until I had discovered this institute. I snuck onboard a ship and made my way here...and here I am." Looking finished, she put her hands together and felt nervous-would they really trust her and take her in to the institute?
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