<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Name:</strong> Charlotte<br/><br/><strong>Surname:</strong> Forest<br/><br/><strong>DOB and Age:</strong> June 7th, 18 Years of Age<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong> H-5'2", W-90lbs, Hair-Dirty Golden Blonde, Eyes-Hazel, No Tattoos or Marks, Wears-Necklace (The Cross)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i977.photobucket.com/albums/ae259/IceBlueShackles/J_zps326eefc9.jpg)]</div></div><br/><strong>Personality:</strong> Charlotte for the most part is easy going, though can sometimes be a bit bossy anxious about her schooling. She tends to care for her friends more than she should, going to lengths to help them through rough patches. She's open hearted and open minded when it comes to most things and tries to find the enjoyment in anything she does. Though when it comes to sitting around small talking about boys and relationships, she tends to get a little nervous and tongue tied. However she isn't all smiles and make up, she has her downs just like anyone else<br/><br/><strong>Sexual Orientation: </strong> Heterosexual - Charlotte hasn't had many experiences with her sexuality, having a rather strict upbringing when it came to her grades and the summer jobs she "elected" to do on school break.<br/><br/><strong>Backstory:</strong><br/><br/>Through her life, Charlotte had been consistently pressed to do good in school. Spending her childhood in an all girls Catholic school, where she often had trouble discerning who was harder on her, her parents or the teachers. Other troubles she had involved making friends, keeping up with her school work, and of course, obeying the rules. Aside from these problems as a child, she group as "normally" as one could. Growing into a young teen, she branched out on her own, outside the confides of her home and her parents firm grip on what she referred to as a leash. However by that age her parents hadn't need of worrying for her around boys, even though occasionally they did worry about her personal life.<br/><br/>Charlotte had what many considered "girlish" tastes, fashion, style, make up, shoes, not unlike Jasmine or Jazz as Charlotte had nick named her. The two had met one day at a joint-school carnival, with Jasmine being more Tomboyish and Charlotte being quite feminine, but even with the obvious opposites they had the two got along well. Though on many occasions the two didn't seem to mesh, with such moments as Jazz introducing her to video games and Charlotte introducing Jazz to cosmetics. Suffice to say Jazz had better luck had better luck getting Charlotte to play video games, but Charlotte herself hasn't given up on giving her friend a make over.<br/>They got along famously whenever they had a chance to hang out together, but with her study load and summer jobs, she nearly never found enough time to do so. They often caught up over the MMO's whenever they could. <br/></div></div><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i977.photobucket.com/albums/ae259/IceBlueShackles/J_zps326eefc9.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Charlotte was a little more than relieved when Jazz responded, perhaps her late response had been because of the Jacuzzi, enjoying the relaxation or maybe chilling out after a few hours of partying hard. She didn't know and didn't much care, as long as she'd been enjoying herself of course. At first Jasmine sounded quite pleasant about everything, "girls being girls" and all and skinny dipping wasn't exactly something she'd knock entirely. Charlotte smiled and chuckled s her friend continued to talk, but her more cheery self had transformed into a more nervous "how do I explain this?" sort of mentality. Jazz of course looked very pretty in her one piece, though couldn't get a word in edge-wise to compliment her as Jasmine continued to explain herself. For the following moments of Jasmine's explanations however, Charlotte simply smiled and agreed so she wouldn't draw attention to an obviously awkward situation.<br/><br/>"Eheh yeah..."<br/><br/>Again she wanted to say a few things, but before she knew it she was being dragged inside. She followed along of course, though felt a little apprehensive at the sudden forced command Jazz gave her. She distinctly remembered a few before coming today, mainly about remembering that Jasmine was the Birthday girl, so Charlotte followed suit with ease of acceptance.  Her black heels clicked until they came to a halt in the den, standing beside Jenny and facing Jazz, Charlotte barely able to get properly introduced to the gang. The first words out of Jasmine's mouth had Charlotte wide eyed, hearing what she did she thought she had to be mistaken, but as the conversation continued it had been as she heard.<br/><br/>Once was said and done, Charlotte eyed Jenny as her friend Jazz introduced to two to one another. She heard her slip up almost referring to her as a girlfriend, of course she had friends of her own she called girl friends an it hadn't been a big deal, i was simply what girls call their friends. Of course it wasn't the fact she "slipped up" that had Charlotte a little concerned, but the fact she corrected herself in such an embarrassed flurry.<br/><br/>"I uh... well... a pleasure to meet you Jenny....."<br/><br/>Charlotte released her bag, letting it dangle around her before reaching out and offering her hand to Jenny with a warm and polite smile. Charlotte was very polite, as polite as she could be at the time. She fooled herself int believing that Jazz meant to say something like "Why were they fucking around naked in the pool?" and "that can be nasty" or something like that, as to Charlotte's knowledge she hadn't seen or caught anyone doing anything explicit or dirty. Perhaps they were and she simply missed it? Either way she wouldn't jump to such conclusions, not to break her good manners so early in her arrival to the party, even with being late.<br/><br/>