<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/>Safe to say, Charlotte was ALWAYS punctual. That was until today, of all days in fact, one of her best friend's birthdays and most likely one to remember for the rest of their lives. The young lady was kicking herself about being so late, of course no one could fault her, even though she spent a lot of time getting dressed and dolling herself up, it had been her parents. Of course they said 'yes' when the party was arranged, but of course in their eyes they had to really stick it to her, throwing out all sorts of excuses not to let her go. Since turning eighteen she took on more responsibilities, including having a license to drive a car. And with each step of independence she took, her father and mother were there "keeping an eye" on her. Still, after some time, they buckled and let her go for the party with a few exceptions of course, but all in all Charlotte believed it had been the invitations set rules that had her parents so... flexible.<br/><br/>The taxi pulled up to Jasmine's beach house, it's wheels squeaking breaks sounded as it came to a final halt. The engine stopped then and at first no sound or movement had been made, until the rear seat door opened and the Golden Blonde haired teen stepped from the passenger's seat and onto the property. Black high heels appeared first, with slender pale legs. Hopping from her seated position and fully emerging from the vehicle, she wore a short black dress, with her hands's full. Her hazel eyes dazzlingly stared upon the estate for a moment, her strawberry pink painted lips perked into a thrilled smile. After her long hard and dazed stare, she snapped back into reality, closing the door behind her as the taxi drove off.<br/><br/>She approached the main front door, in her right hand had been a black poly latex purse containing various items, personal items of course. And in her left was a bottle of champagne, a green bottle with golden trimming and a red bow around the neck. She knew she couldn't bring anything alcoholic, as the champagne had been alcohol free. In her ind the only way to celebrate was with a bottle of bubbly and fire works, of course her parents wouldn't have that so she settled for what she had brought. With a smile on her lips and her heart pounding a little harder with each passing moment with anticipation, she finally came to the door. Slipping her purse strap over her shoulder to leave her hand free, she hit the door bell and waited. It had been a short while since they talked last and quite awhile since they had hang out in real life, which had Charlotte a little nervous, butterflies nervous even.<br/><br/>However with a few following knocks and a repeat of the doorbell, once, twice more, she felt no one was going to answer. She shook her head anxiously, jumping to some rather negative conclusions, at least until she forced herself to calm down and reminding herself that it was a birthday party not a drama party. With mixed feeling going as quickly as they came, the young lady decided to take a peek around with the eventuality of hearing some voices and sounds. The pool! Of course, girls today, even her preferred a pool party over a game of monopoly in the living room, or watching television. Though with Jazz's media & entertainment center, I wonder if the group could hold off on playing video games, especially Jazz.<br/><br/>The first voice and person she spotted as Charlotte came from around the side was a girl suggesting some music,perhaps to set the scene or amp up the highlights of the pool goers.<br/>She was dressed, though not for swimming and appeared around her age, but of course Charlotte soon found her cheeks reddening at the sight of all the other girls completely naked in the pool. She paused for a moment, her lips parted, as if between shocked and about to speak her mind. Instead all that came out was a light course chocked up sound, probably enough to grasp someones attention. In her momentary pause, she considered how growing up would effect things in her life, how being an adult would bring on a lot more explicit responsibilities as her parents keep telling her "The world is a barbaric place". Of course if Jazz was cool with this and she was enjoying her Birthday party, she was fine with it.<br/><br/>"Uh.... Hi.... I'm Charlotte, Charlotte Forest. I'm a friend of Jazz's...."<br/><br/>After clearing her throat she introduced herself, her right hand fingers were playing with the strap on her purse, showing a bit of anxiety not only coming from these girls she'd never met before but being among them as they were all naked, say for the one not in the pool. After her introduction she immediately scanned for her friend Jasmine, as if to ease her rising anxiety. Which happened to fade away once her eyes locked on to the birthday girl, smiling warmly giving a soft wave and a loud excited squeal.<br/><br/>"JAZZ!"<br/>