Post by Char Spencer on Jun 16, 2016 1:57:40 GMT
Charlotte Evangeline Spencer
PLAY BY: Indie Eisley
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AGE: Sixteen
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Uncertain
POSITION: maid at the Lazy Drake
ALLEGIANCE: Independent----------------------------------------------------------------------------- the freeform --
"Life is an endless series of trainwrecks with only brief breaks of happiness."
It started with happiness...
A happy family, made up of two loving parents, a high maintenance fourteen year old girl and a stubborn twelve year old boy introduces two more lives into the world. Twin girls. Two very different little girls. One with blonde hair and hazel eyes, the other with dark brown hair and bright blue eyes. The twins not only looked different, they were also seen very different.
Lacey was the favored of the girls, doted on by everyone. Lottie was loved by one, doted on by one and taken care of by one. William, her older brother, the one she resembled the most in their family, was everything to her. He was twelve years old, a bit uncomfortable with babies, but he loved her with everything he possessed and she could feel it from the moment she wrapped her tiny hand around his finger.
In two years, they became inseparable. Her words were jumbled, and yet he understood everything she requested or desired and all but rushed to get it for her. He read to her every night before bed and stayed until she was asleep. He was all she had and all she needed.
Until he left without a word, without a reason, without a trace. Nothing for the two year old, Lottie, who was too young to understand.
And then it all went downhill...
She was raised as if she'd never had a brother in the first place. Their parents pretended that he didn't exist, often told people who remembered him that he was dead. Pictures of him were removed, replaced by the happy family of five instead of six. A family that Lottie looked nothing like and who didn't find the same appreciation of words that she had...or that Will had.
Despite growing up without him, without any knowledge of what happened to him, Lottie remembered him. She thought of him endlessly and there were days that she was happy for the glimpses. Other days, she wished she forgot him the way that the rest had. But more than anything, she wished he'd taken her with him.
As Lottie got older, she became distanced, as would be expected of any black sheep in a family of perfection. No longer did she answer to the nickname that he'd given to her. She shoved all of his books into boxes and removed them from her sight. Her attitude went from something of a bookworm to something of a recluse.
There was a glimmer, a small fraction of a chance at happiness when she turned fourteen. Her parents, as hard as they tried to pretend he didn't exist, knew that Charlotte...Char, was unhappy without him. They'd disclosed an address, one that they weren't certain was still his, but it was something. Char had written a letter in hopes of it making its way there and in hopes of receiving a word back. Any word.
To: William James Spencer
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Lam-Lam,
That's what I called you isn't it? Because I couldn't say William? I remember that. That and you singing to me when I had nightmares. You weren't very good at singing, but every time I asked, you would be there. You tucked me in every night. You let me sit in your room while you played with your mates. I was your favorite, at least from what Ellie and Mum tell me. How do I believe that though? It's been twelve years and I don't really know why you haven't even attempted to come back...to ask me how I am, or what's going on in my life, or if Mum and Dad are okay. Do you even care? We're your family.
Do you know what that is William? Family? I can't imagine that you remember what it's like to be loved by so many people. Even if your new family is everything you ever wanted, you don't have Ellie or Lacey. You don't have Mum or Dad. You don't have me. Everyone talks about you as if you've died because it's all memories of when you were young. When you were here. I don't know anything about you except that you left and that you have no intentions of coming back. Why'd you even keep your last name? Or your first? You didn't want us, so why'd you keep the name that ties you to us?
I'm angry with you. Furious. But I miss you because you're my family, even if you deny it with every fiber of your being. So I'll leave you with this:
The measure of love is to love without measure.
Your sister,
Char Spencer
Hope. There was such a small bit of hope that bloomed in her chest as she wrote to him. What if this was her way back to her brother? What if he missed her as much as she missed him? What if he just got lost? A few weeks later and all of that hope was stomped on violently and ripped away from her.
Miss Spencer,
You make some wild claims in your letter Miss Spencer. Your maturity is endearing, but your attitude towards me is misplaced. Until you understand the full story behind why I left, you don't know anything about me. You can insult me, call me terrible things, get it off your chest, luv. It will help, but the fact of the matter is, no matter what you say, I'm not coming home. Nothing will make me go back there. Not even your guilt trip, though I'm sure it wasn't entirely your idea to write to me because the only people that knew my address were our your parents.
I do remember everything from when I was there. I remember your nickname for me, I remember the songs, your favorite play, the little terror you were at just two years old. I remember Ellie. Lacey. Mum. Dad. I haven't forgot, no matter how hard I try. I wish to forget the little things about our family that I loved because I remember that I don't have a family. I don't belong with yours. After you were born, I thought perhaps I wasn't the only black sheep, but things happened. They changed. And there's no turning back from that, Lottie.
You're not a part of my world anymore. You never will be. I want you to stop writing me, stop trying so hard because you'll only be disappointed. If you continue because I know I can't stop you, just know that this will be the only letter you get from me. You can send hundreds. One every day of the year until I die. I won't respond and you won't know who will get them when I'm gone. Let it go, Lottie.
Let me go.
A perfect stranger,
Will Spencer
Charlotte took what he said to heart and she did what she could to let go. The next two years were a period in which she worked her hardest on growing up. Fifteen years old and she got her first job, a maid at the local inn. Her twin became a lady's maid for one of the royals that they'd come across in Goldcrest. Her older sister was something of a lawyer for the tiny community they stayed in.
Although she did her best to forget him, Charlotte still wrote to him on her worst days. She told him of how alone she felt, but that she wasn't giving up. She told him how much she wanted to hate him because now he'd given her a reason to, but that she didn't. And she told him that there was nothing he could say, nor any amount of silence that would cause her to.----------------------------------------------------------------------------- the player --
USERNAME: Trix
AGE GROUP: 3 months from legal drinking age (in the US)
EXPERIENCE: Seven/eight years
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? I was lurking
