Name:
Charlie E. Jameson
Alias:
N/A
Age:
Twenty Two
Gender:
Female
Personality:
TBR
Bio:
Charlie grew up as an only child in a single parent home. Due to her mother always being at work, she found ways to amuse herself. The brunette also had to learn to care for herself since her mother couldn't afford a babysitter nor bring her with her to her place of employment. Charlie never complained, always one to shy away from any type of social interaction. Charlie finally broke out of her shell when she went to high school, making the most out of those four years while her mother fell into a bad drug addiction. Charlie tolerated her the best that she could but soon found herself hating her mother, which caused her to move out, her mother continuing to make empty promises of changing for the better.
Charlie focused on college next, hoping to start over and not bring her past with her. She was a Physics major who had finally stepped out of her shell completely. She was in her last year of schooling and had even landed a job at a major firm in town. Life was perfect. But, alas, fate had something else in store for her.
Secret:
Charlie is just as much the one to blame when it comes to the death of Mr. X's daughter. Charlie had been babysitting her a friend's son the day that the infamous robbery occurred, not really paying too much attention to him as he befriended a small little girl. Charlie remembers being asked by a middle aged woman to watch her daughter, which she agreed to due to the girl playing with the boy she was in charge of. But she soon received a phone call that took all of her attention, a job offer at a firm downtown, on the biggest actually. If only she would have kept an eye on the two like she had had said. The two children were playing tag, the boy was "it", and in an attempt to not get tagged, Mr. X's daughter ran into the street, not aware of the runaway car approaching her. Charlie couldn't deal with the guilt when she learned that the young girl died, never making an attempt to learn more about her or even contact her family. She was just far too ashamed, after all, if she would've been watching her the young boy like a responsible adult would have, maybe none of it would have happened. The tragedy replays in her mind nearly every night.
First and foremost, hey Cap'n! Sorry I kind of, erm, piggybacked off of your idea but I couldn't help but wonder why the daughter got hit in the first place. So, yeah, if you want me to change it, let me know, I totally don't mind!
GM, I hope this CS is suitable enough. I'm quite pooped and working on my phone this evening. Let me know if I need to tinker anything.