@Raineh Daze ah, I missed the part about no veterans. I'll edit. As for her abilities, I created her to feel more like a meathead in comparison to other magical girls. While all the other girls have esoteric stuff that require a lot of skill or creativity the only thing she'll ever really be capable of is punching stuff hard, so I thought it'd make sense for her have stronger base stats than a normal Magical Girl.
Her weapon is basically just an even bigger punch than normal. I'll tone her down a notch, but I still wanna emphasize her physical strength. Is that fine?
(Also at the time I first wrote this character I was into a web novel that did the whole capital letters thing so it kinda rubbed off on me )
The only thing she could do as he explained the reasons behind his hypothesis was nod. The boy had a sharp mind and apparently an ample amount of curiosity. What he'd said made sense so far, at least up until he offered that they form a team.
Charlotte simply sat their, surprised beyond any she expected yet she refused to show it. He was offering her to form a team with him - not just in terms of business, but as hero. 'Hero' - she hadn't seriously considered that path for herself in a long time. She still wanted it, deep down, but was acutely aware that until she was finished with Blackheart she would never be able to walk that road without looking back all the time, and that was not the kind of hero she wished to show the world. It wasn't about ego; heroes shouldn't look back, they have to be facing ever forward because if they don't, then what would those in need feel when their life is in their hands? Perhaps that was just an arbitrary standard, but it was her arbitrary standard.
Still, her, a hero . . .
The girl exhaled deeply. Truthfully, she'd like to have a little more time to consider this, but Aida, no matter how hard she tried to suppress it, was all for her accepting his offer. The girl shot a dirty look at her maid behind Techster - why now, of all times, did she have to be so annoyingly transparent; she wasn't fooled for even a moment. If Aida wanted to, she could completely conceal her thoughts from her unless Charlotte was directly probing into them, which meant that for whatever reason she wanted Charlotte to hear them.
She was about to tell Techster to give her time, and that she would answer at a later date, when Chesire's voice interrupted her.
"Missy, I bring urgent news." He was still invisible. Of course, though she couldn't see him, she was aware of where he was - right next to Techster's little doohickey that detected life - cheeky cat. "There's been an attack at the docks; those horrid thugs known as the Glowing Green Rock Gang. Turned the place into a battlefield with the police, they did."
Charlotte's eyes widened by half a centimeter. The Kryptonites where fighting the police near the docks. She pursed her lips for a moment before nodding. Perhaps this may serve as an opportunity.
Eyes front and slightly angry, she said, "Techster, how would you feel about having an early debut?" she asked, arms clapsed in front of her.
@Regitnui you don't mind Charlotte and Techster getting involved do you? I figure it'd be a good way to test run a team between her and Techster. Or just have fun
Charlotte slowly digested the fact that Techster had come all this way 'just because' - and you would forgive her if she found that it was a difficult claim to stomach. For the past two years now she'd dealt with a myriad of people, all using different approaches to get to her and her inheritance, and many of them attempted to earn her good graces through seemingly benevolent acts of kindness towards her. After the first time one had nearly managed to get away with it, she promptly put her guard up against similar tricks - all of them were dealt with in quick succession.
She sighed. Perhaps she was being a bit too cynical about him - young though she might be, she'd like to think that at this point she wasn't so terrible a judge of character that she'd figured out Techster wrongly. For all that her experience told her that this was a trap, her instincts all pointed to the boy being a good person, or at least, a good person to her for the moment.
"Okay, I will accept your claims as genuine, for the moment. It's far from trust, but you'll forgive me for being cautious," she stated, shaking her head. No point looking a gift horse in the mouth. "It's a bit late, but thank you for your help. I'm sure your already aware, but what you've done for me is not a small thing. Consider me in your debt."
Dangerous words, for sure, but at this point there was really no helping it. His help was appreciated, and moreover, needed to be repaid somehow. She didn't like being in debt, after all. It was generally bad for business, and as a personal rule, it was an infringement on her honor.
"Another question, if I may," she asked. It was as good a time as any after all. "Just how much do you know about me?" Of course, he could lie about this, but given what he knew already, knowing a little more wasn't that big a threat to her. Truthfully, details about her powers would benefit little. The most dangerous piece of information was something he was already aware of or at least suspected - that she, while wearing White Knight, was 'Looking Glass'.
Besides - and this is something she wouldn't admit it out loud - a part of her was relieved, and extremely ecstatic, with Techsters presence. Though she hadn't ever heard his name on the news, and though he was hardly the image she would conjure upon thinking of the word 'hero', the fact remained that he identified himself as one, and so far, has conducted himself accordingly. Childhood memories, no matter how tainted they were, had a habit of rearing up on her, despite her attempts to restrain them. None of those feelings made it to her face, and her expression didn't change at all.
Regular Appearance: Tall for her age, with shoulder length brown hair that she often ties into a ponytail. She has almond shaped eyes with somewhat thick eyebrows, and a constant smirk/grin on her face, depending on present company. Somewhat muscular and stocky, though with noticeably ample bust and blessed figure. She has two noticeable scars - one across the side of her neck, and one stretching from her collarbone down to her chest, though the latter isn't visible with clothes on.
Usually wears a tank-top and jacket with short-shorts, though sometimes she switches to jeans and sweaters on particularly chilly days. Has a habit of not wearing a bra, due to finding the damn things too annoying to deal with, unless someone close to her insists.
Magical Girl Appearance: Her magical girl outfit is a simple, short red kimono with a large golden lily on the back, and golden flame trims on the sleeve and back. The kimono is open at the front and tied around the waist, and the sleeve of the right arm looks as though it was torn off. Her chest is wrapped in golden sarashi. She has gold-colored thigh-highs, and is wearing red single-stilted geta. Her hair glows a radiant gold while in battle.
Personality: FOR Yuri, strength is everything. Of course, her definition of strength is somewhat nebulous, so when asked what is strength for her one is likely to receive a different answer every time, but nevertheless, her pursuit of strength is what defines her. She respects an abundance of it, and disdains a lack of it - and does so openly and without hesitation. Some would say she's an honest girl, while others would call her arrogant; it doesn't matter to Yuri, as the truth has always been far simpler:
She lives the way she wants to, with little regard for others opinions or beliefs.
HER motivations aside, she's someone who enjoys a challenge, and her favorite method of enjoying herself is none other than battle. Whether it be against Negari or other magical girls, the thrill she gets from pitched, high-stakes combat is perhaps unmatched among all other magical girls. In fact, among her peers, she's infamous for her reputation as an unrepentant combat junkie. Of course, this attitude extends to actions outside of combat, and in every aspect of her life, Yuri will undoubtedly give it her all if it means overcoming what she deems a challenge. In that sense, for Yuri, it's all or nothing. If something fails to garner her interest, then it may as well not exist for her; if does, however, then she's prepared to go above and beyond the norm.
SOMEWHAT predictably, she's often at odds with other magical girls, as unlike the majority of them, her sense of right and wrong is somewhat skewed - though not nonexistent. Blatant acts of injustice and evil will hardly get a pass from her, but beyond irredeemable crimes, she will tend to ignore them in favor of her own pursuits.
IN terms of relationships, Yuri is hardly what one would call a good friend, but neither is she someone that one would regret having at their side. It is simply that meeting the requirements for her to consider someone her friend sets the bar high enough, sustaining those requirements would be considerably more difficult to those unprepared. To those that she does consider friends though, she is ready to assist no matter what the trouble is, even if her assistance might not always be the most comfortable thing to have.
All-in-all, the Golden Flower is the flower that blooms freely, unhindered by weather or war.
Skills:
Even in her human guise, Yuri is a beast in a melee, so much so that those that have had the misfortune to feel her skill first-hand wonder if she's doing drugs. She's not formally trained in martial arts, but her instinct combined with a lifetime of picking fights have led her to develop her own fighting style.
She's also a surprisingly good cook - out of necessity more than anything. Following a self-imposed diet is easier when you're the one doing the cooking, and if one has to cook, they may as well make it taste good.
She's also smarter than many give her credit for. More street smart than book smart, but she's no slouch in either department.
Abilities: - As Golden Flower she's acquired physical abilities that totally eclipse that of the normal enhancements of magical girls, giving her strength and endurance far above the regular magical girl, with speed not far behind; it is such that she is usually able to bulldoze her way through regular Negari.
- Asides from her physical capabilities, she can wreathe a golden flame across her body that fans of hers have given the moniker "Golden Empress Aura". In simple terms, it completely nullifies any attempts to bind or move her. She cannot be pushed, pulled, tied or constricted, etc; however, it does not work as a physical barrier for damage of any kind, so in some cases it may actually work to her detriment - attacks that her body might have instinctively dodged, or otherwise mitigated slightly, will instead take the full brunt of it. So while she may not be pushed by an incoming flying car, she sure as heck is going to feel it.
Weapon(s): Her only weapon, which is a single gigantic, pile-bunker-esque gauntlet that can be used to briefly enhance a single punch to reach levels above her already insane strength before being discarded for twenty-four hours, or otherwise as just a really big metal fist to hit things with. More often than not just used as a trump card and rarely taken out for regular use. She's given it the name "Mountain Breaker".
Brief History: THE daughter of a construction worker and a school teacher, it is unknown just where exactly her frankly tyrannical mentality came from. If one asked her, and if she felt like answering, then she would say that she could trace it back to the day she was kidnapped.
IT was an incident her parents never knew about, a crime that was resolved before it could even become a crime. The details of what happened are known only to her, and she's never openly discussed what transpired, but whatever happened changed her way of viewing life.
SINCE then, she'd developed a habit of starting fights. When she lost for the first time, she quickly developed a secondary habit of winning fights. Eventually, her infamy spread, to the point where even most delinquents avoided her out of fear; those that didn't, quickly fell in line with the rest.
SHE met Frudie when the latter was being chased by a Negari. The poor fairy contracted the first person she met who had the potential. It could have been anyone, really. This time, it just so happened to be Yuri, who was on her way from a back-alley brawl.
WHAT happened next, according to the fairy, was the most one-sided and anti-climactic beat-down of the century.
IT's been three years since then, and she's only been making a bigger name for herself in the process, though not the kind of name that Frudie approved of, much to the little fairy's dismay.
Theme song:
Fairy Name: Frudie (Froo-dee-eh)
Fairy Appearance: A constantly depressed looking fairy, with long blue hair, lavender-colored eyes, who is usually dressed in a long white and elegant gown and elbow length white gloves, and a short blue cape.
Fairy Personality: Before meeting Yuri, she was bumbling and somewhat overenthusiastic fairy, especially in terms of finding a partner to contract; she had a rather low self-esteem as well, not being one of the more 'talented' fairies, nor did she consider herself exceptionally attractive. After contracting with Yuri, however, due her constantly having to deal with her contractors . . . 'independent' attitude has sapped her of energy and instilled within her a habit of lamenting her ill-fortune. Still, she is loyal to Yuri and despite what she says outwardly, is in fact more than satisfied with and very proud of her partner.
Charlotte stared at the older boy in silence for a moment, before nodding. "You can start by taking a seat, Howard, or do you prefer Howie?" she offered politely. "Also, thank you. The library was my mother's and she went through painstaking effort to developing it." She was genuinely surprised by his reaction towards it, and also somewhat grateful. Asides her fathers statue collection, her mother's library was prioritised during her efforts to claim her inheritance. There were books in here that were rarities among rarities, and their literary value aside, some individually could probably be sold for numbers at no less than a six-digit range. There were at least two that went into the seven-digit range and were probably some sort of national treasure somewhere.
The girl slid a tray filled with cookies towards his end of the table, offering it to him wordlessly.
"First of all," she began, after allowing Techster a moment to get comfortable, "I would like to know: What do you want from me? For all intents and purposes, I am just a girl tied up in an admittedly bitter legal battle for her inheritance.
"Your own personal suspicions aside, there is little you could get out of coming to me like this, unless you're considering blackmail, which I will inform you beforehand, will turn out very, very poorly for you."
As if to emphasise her point, the Aida who had been last seen closing the door, had soundlessly positioned herself behind him, and only now made her presence known. Her hands were hidden behind her back, though they were no doubt already holding on to something to make good on Charlotte's words.
"So why me? If it's funding you want, you could get it easier from other sources, without having to go through the trouble of digging them out of a rough spot in court."
She was honestly curious. Why her, of all people? She couldn't think of anything that would have procured this sort of reaction from anyone, least of all an apparent hero like him.
Aida and Charlotte both processed his words. If what he said was true, then that would accelerate her plans by months, years even. With Charlotte's legal problems completely done with, they could divert their focus towards information gathering and expanding the range of her operations. Even more, the amount of money, while admittedly small in comparison to the total amount of assets she possessed, was not inconsequential - if she were free to use that money elsewhere, she could begin supplying herself with better equipment, and even get around to overhauling the manor into a more secure headquarters, or further down the line, begin funding other heroes as well!
Charlotte shook her head. No, she shouldn't get ahead of herself just yet. It was a fanciful thought, but it would be better to keep her expectations low. For now, they needed to verify if what he was saying was true.
"I . . . see," said Aida, with a nod of her head. "This is certainly incredible news. You will forgive me if I have a hard time believing it and your good intentions. If you do not mind, I would like to verify the documents before dealing with you any further."
The maid entered the house for a second, before coming out with a wooden fold-able chair. "It would be discourteous to have you stand the whole time, please sit here for the moment." And with that, Aida disappeared back into the manor.
Once inside, she handed the device to Charlotte, who quickly got to work picking it apart. Just a few seconds in and it was already apparent that he was not lying. The information contained with in could decisively end her legal problems, and moreover, with the documentation he provided, she now had an idea of how to cover her tracks.
Despite the help he provided, it was still a bad sign that he was able to discover as much about her as he'd had, even if what he'd discovered was not quite damning. Still, this was dangerous information about her. She'd rather remain as anonymous as possible, for the time being.
Charlotte nodded at Aida, and the maid proceeded straight for the kitchen. It seemed as though she would be meeting with Techster after all, and see what he wanted out of this.
It took a quarter of an hour before the maid returned. Hopefully the boy wasn't feeling too impatient with them.
"Thank you for waiting. After careful deliberation, m'lady has decided to meet with you," she opened the door for him, inviting him inside with a gesture. "If you would please."
Once inside, the maid led them through the enormous mansion. It was dimly lit - not much point in keeping the lights on when the one person who needed them usually stayed in her room all day - even if it was well maintained and clean. In silence, Aida walked until they came upon the large wooden double doors that led to what was once Charlotte's mothers' library.
The room itself was large, taking up an area of about 20 feet and two floors high, but as for actual living space, there was almost none to speak of. Nearly every inch of the place was covered in books, or manuscripts. There were also display cases of various gemstones and diagrams of machines and clothes of all kinds. Needless to say, the room exuded an aura of quiet knowledge.
Charlotte was seated across a wooden desk, playing idly with a chocolate-chip cookie in hand. It was hand made by Aida, though it wasn't quite fresh off the oven. She found it was still serviceable as a snack though. She made great cookies after all - although now she was wondering when she even had the time to learn how to bake; it was strange, despite their mental connection, the maid was still somehow found a way to surprise her.
In any case, she put finished off the cookie in one bite, and then, her face was strictly business.
When she spoke, her voice was the high-pitch expected of a child her age, yet it held none of the wavering uncertainty, or the ever-present garble as words threatened to trip upon another. Her tone was soft, but carried itself with surprising clarity across the room, serious and direct. It was a face Aida found she put far too often these days.
"Good evening. Though you're already aware of who I am, let me introduce myself for the sake of formalities."
"I'm Charlotte Carolle Lutwidge, a pleasure to meet your acquaintance."
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