[center][h1][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H3g0d6Cgqyg]Charlotte Matthews[/url][/h1]
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[b]Name:[/b] 
[i]Charlotte Mary Matthews.[/i]

[b]Age:[/b] 
[i]Seventeen (17).[/i]

[b]Alias:[/b] 
[i]Pheromone.
(Open to Change)[/i]

[b]Appearance:[/b]
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[b]Costume:[/b]
[i]To Be Determined.~[/i]

[b]Abilities:[/b]
[i]- Pheromone Manipulation -[/i]
[i]Charlotte can produce and manipulate pheromones which in turn would effect the people in her immediate vicinity. Her pheromones could have a wide range of effects from Rage to a profound sense of peace and relaxation. Though her pheromones do have a strong effect on the recipient this does not leave them without their own free will, given enough will power one could (in theory) resist her pheromones. These pheromones simply interact with your bodies own chemicals that dictate different emotions. And though these altered emotions can lead down a certain path it does not mean they are helpless against it.[/i]

[i]Currently Charlotte's ability is mostly subconscious though she is doing better about keeping it in check. In reality Charlotte is terrified by her own mutation that she spends a lot of time actively keeping herself repressed as not to cause another incident. Though sometimes any sudden change in emotions can set off her pheromones against her will. And even when actively trying to use her ability its not always exactly what she is going for, but usually somewhere in the ballpark; even if technically in the parking lot.[/i]

[b]Skills:[/b]
[i]Having only recently been inducted into the underground development her combative skills are a bit... Unimpressive. Though she has a natural instinct and fast reactions when in a conflict, if even  just a gracefully devoid dive out of the way. Her punches and kicks are a lackluster cluster of mediocrity that would put a smile on Logan face before the notion of pain.[/i]

[i]Worldly and economical skills do consist of Cooking, general First Aid, and improvisational skills. Charlotte is very adaptable, able to figure out most obstacles put before her in little time. Charlotte is very swift and as slipper as a snake, though as graceful as a water buffalo with a bum knee.[/i]

[b]Personality Traits:[/b]
[i]Charlotte is a bit reserved, kept to herself in most situations. Despite this she isn't against the idea of socializing, she simply enjoys her alone time. Once one would get to know Charlotte it is plain to see her genuine kindness and affection for pretty much everyone. Upon getting close to someone, even in friendly terms, it would not be uncommon for Charlotte to be overly affectionate with them, leaning against them or holding there arm in her own; this is not gender biased.[/i]

[i]She does her best to avoid any subject pertaining to the war, often getting quiet and detached from the conversation and offering no information to the reason of her discomfort.[/i]

[b]Backstory:[/b]
[i]Charlotte was like any normal girl, attended school and landed herself above average grades. She had a father and mother, wildly in love and happy with their small family. Her father worked at a local mill, bringing home just enough to support them and her mother remained at home, taking care of the both with little thanks expected though overly given. Charlotte's favorite memories were of rocking on her mothers lap while her father played his worn guitar; she stills remembers the way his stained fingers glided over the strings so smoothly, it was entrancing to the little girl.[/i]

[i]As the war broke out many years later her father was enlisted in the war effort. It was a turbulent time for the family, though they all put on a brave face. They reserved letters on a weekly basis, sometimes bi-weekly depending on circumstances; those were the worst. Each time a new letter came in the mail Charlotte and her mother would sit at the table and read the letter aloud and proceeded to write a response with all the little details of their day to day. Charlotte often sneaking small flowers into the envelops that she found in a small clearing not to far from their home; a place her and her father frequented on his days off.[/i]

[i]The war was nearing its conclusion and the letters become more infrequent. Each week, Charlotte would wait at the mailbox for any news from her Dad off at war. Though one week there was no mail, but a few officers stepping out of a car in nicely ironed uniforms. They smiled at Charlotte but the sadness in their eyes pulled more of her attention. The men didn't even make it to the door before she heard her mother cry out from inside their home. Her mother made Charlotte remain outside as the men went inside to deliver the news. Charlotte hardly able to remember a moment she actually took a breath as she stared blinklessly at the closed door. A few minutes later the men walked out, doing their best to smile at little Charlotte as they passed her and placing a comforting hand to her shoulder for a brief moment.[/i]

[i]Too this day Charlotte believes that was when her powers came to her, or maybe she had them for a long time she just never had a strong enough emotional reaction to really cause a noticeable change to the people around her. The powerful mix of pain, sadness, anger and confusion made a pheromone so potent that what happened next Charlotte dares not let her memories access it. Her mother was admitted into the psychiatric hospital under the idea she was traumatized by the death of her husband. Though once Charlotte realized her powers she knew exactly what caused her mothers condition.[/i]

[i]Charlotte was taken in by a close family friend. It took a few years before Charlotte started to realize her powers and how she alone was effecting the people emotions around her. This came with the grave realization of what she did to her mother, bringing to light that horror of a day. So like the adolescent that she was she could only think of one thing. Run. Run far away. She was a disease, a monster in sheeps clothing. A plague on those around her. It wasn't long before Erik found her.[/i]

[b]Other:[/b]
[i]Charlotte shows no romantic interest in men. Though this does not mean she does not seek romance. *HINT HINT*[/i]
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