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Full Name: Charlotte Willard
Nicknames: Charlie, Lottie
Reason for Nickname: Shortenings of her name
Gender: Female
Age: Unknown, not even she remembers
Ethnicity: -
Spoken Languages: Many but she usually sticks to English
Species: Witch
Sexuality: Pansexual
Family: Three sisters, all younger and each separated by three years; Elizabeth, Annabella and Daniella
Occupation: Doesn't exactly have one, she trades herbs and medicines for things she is unable to attain on her own.

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Personality: Charlotte is a very kind woman who simply wishes to live a peaceful life. She's loving in all sense of the word, treats everyone with respect and despises cruel, disrespectful people who go out of their way to harm others. It is not out of character for her to take in abandoned or abused children until they are able to fend for themselves though tries not to allow herself or them to grow attached in fear of her heart breaking as they leave or die. She can be quite playful and cheeky, especially around her sisters, always trying to wear a smile of some kind.
Hobbies: Potion making and human watching
Likes: Nature, children, human culture, late night walks, making potions, art, admiring families, exploring the markets
Dislikes: Forming bonds with mortals, finding abandoned or abused children, cruel people, witch trials, witch hunters
Fears: Fire

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Hair Colour: Silver
Eye Colour: Golden
Height: 5'8
Body Type: Slim and curvy with a medium bust
Skin Tone: Pale
Notable scars/marks: None
Accessories: Earrings and a butterfly hair clip she typically has clasped around the base of her ponytail
General Health: Almost perfect
Physical Illnesses: Has a weakened right ankle that acts up on occasion.
Mental Illnesses: None
Takes Drugs: No
Smokes: She used to smoke a pipe but no longer does so
Drinks: Every now and then

Bio: Charlotte lived a fairly normal childhood for a witch. She was the first born to her mother and father, two magic users who lived inside the forest. Three years after her birth, came her sister Elizabeth, then another three years came Annabella and then when she was nine years old, her sister Daniella was born. On her sixteenth birthday, she left on her own as most witches and wizards do but was captured by a witch hunter. Instead of being killed, she was used to keep the man alive, having suffered from an awful injury in the past that had been slowly killing him. She was chained by the ankle and resorted to breaking her ankle to free herself when she had the chance. After this, she returned home where she was cared for by her family, but her ankle never regained it's original strength.

Later on in life, when her sisters had all left home, she tried again and on her hundredth birthday, they all returned home, only to find their parents were gone. Through casting a spell together, they were able to see what had happened, a group of hunters storming in and dragging them away, but after that, they had nothing to go on. They are unaware of what happened but as certain that their parents are dead. Since then, Charlotte has lived in that cottage, casting a spell on the surrounding forest to make it harder yet not impossible for humans to find.

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~ "Well, aren't you a feisty little thing. Children have always been a weakness of mine though..."
~ "Now, now, that is hardly the way to treat a lady. Sit down and let's discuss this like adults, shall we?"
~ "Humans are such fascinating creatures- all creatures are actually. I quite like just sitting here and watching them all go about their day."

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Full Name: Angelo Craft
Nicknames: Angel
Reason for Nickname: Shortening of his name and endearment from his mother
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Ethnicity: American
Spoken Languages: English
Species: Human
Sexuality: Bisexual
Family: Mother, father and adopted younger sister Martha
Occupation: Before prison, Angelo was in a pand and worked in a bar as the barkeep.

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Personality: Angelo is an easy going man who tries to just go with the flow most of the time. He is all about having a good time and reaching his goals in life but won't fight fate. He's a very loving man, artistic and when he becomes passionate about something, it's hard to deter him from it. It's very unlike him to lash out or get angry easily, so for him to yell or get violent is quite out of character for him.
Hobbies: Playing guitar, singing, learning to make new drinks and working out.
Likes: Music, art, good food, spending time with loved ones, being in crowded places, noise, talking to people, keeping in contact with those outside prison walls.
Dislikes: The quiet, being alone, not being able to play his guitar, losing his privileges, a**holes, getting dragged into fights, not being able to attend family events like he used to, remembering the reason he's in prison, guns
Fears: Dead silence in the dark. His imagination goes into overdrive so he typically tries to go to sleep before the prison goes quiet.

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Hair Colour: Dirty blond
Eye Colour: Hazel
Height: 6'2
Body Type: Slim, somewhat muscular
Skin Tone: Pale peach
Notable scars/marks: None
Accessories: Outside of prison he typically wears a watch on his left wrist.
General Health: Good
Physical Illnesses: None
Mental Illnesses: Mild depression
Takes Drugs: No
Smokes: Used to before he went to prison - this makes him stick things in his mouth every now and than such as pencils and straws
Drinks: Yes

Bio: Angelo grew up as a happy, confident boy. He was afraid of nothing and even more so when his family adopted Martha. He enjoyed music from a young age so it was no surprise to anyone that he formed a band when he was older. He was a waiter at a cafe, part-time at the age of sixteen and met the love of his life who was a barista at the time. With his heart set on her, it wasn't long until they were together and by 21, they were engaged. A new job as a bartender and a year later, standing at the alter, waiting on his bride, a 22 year old Angelo couldn't be happier. His eyes filled with tears at the sight of her and was oh so close... So close to making her his forever... When screaming rang throughout the church.

The church was put into a panic, as a man stood at the end of the alter, gun in hand and swinging it every which way. Angelo had a hard time keeping up with what was happening, barely registering his wife to be, trying to talk the man down from across the room- she seemed to know him. Then the gunshot rang. Everyone froze and the man ran, dropping the gun on his way out.
Soon, the love of his life was in his arms, trembling- crying as he held his hand over the gunshot in her chest. He promised her it would be okay- that help was coming, but he wasn't stupid... she wasn't going to make it. And for the second time that day, tears filled his eyes.
After she past, he went after the man, blood on his white suit and fallen gun in hand. He was later arrested for the murder of Julian Andrews, the ex-lover of his beloved.

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~ "I go to sleep every night, just to see her smiling face again... only... she only ever smiles for so long..."
~ "I held her in my arms as she died! I fed her lies until her last breath, just so she wouldn't be afraid! How else was I supposed to retaliate?!"
~"I promise you, once I'm out of here, I'll get my life back. I can't waste anymore time, I've already lost so much."

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