Name: Charlotte Engel (goes by Hattie)
Age: 784 (looks 18 )
Eyes: Dark Violet
Hair/Build/etc.: See picture
Height: 5 feet, 4 inches
Weight: 102 lbs
Sexuality: Bisexual (but likes women more)
Oddities: Has a ring burned into her left ring finger and a tattoo of the Scales of Justice on her left hip
Race: Former Companion to the Black Rider of the Apocalypse
Ability: Because she’s a former Companion, she is immortal, but can be killed. However, like it is with all Companions and Riders, it takes weeks, months, even years for something to kill her.
Talent: Cooks, can sing incredibly well, can’t play any instruments to save her life
Bio: Hattie was born with a different name and a different language in 13th century Spain. When she was 15, she met the Black Rider of the Apocalypse, or Famine, and became his heir. What with her family suffering from a recurring famine, she had no other choice. Eventually, she fell in love with the Rider and became his Companion instead, the heir becoming her cousin. Shortly after her husband, Petre (or Peter, as she called him), stepped down, he was murdered by a dragon demon. Refusing to let herself stay the grieving widow, Hattie took it upon herself to raise the future Riders and Sins, and currently holds the title of ‘Mother Figure’ for most of the Sins and all of the Riders.
Personality: Hattie’s one tough cookie, doesn’t cry, hates idiots, and tends to be a little VERY STUBBORN. Regardless of her stubbornness and toughness, the second she sees a little kid, her motherly instincts kick on and she becomes the sweetest woman alive. Smarter than your average bear, Hattie’s crafty and hard to catch in the wrong, even when she’s asking you to bed. Speaking of which, I’m not going to lie, Hattie likes sex. She really does. But that’s just to hide the fact that she’s terrified of never finding love. Nevertheless, she still manages to get some couch time in at least twice a week, less than the school slut, but still a lot compared to other girls. Despite all this, she really is a sweet girl who’s just scared of being alone.
Age: 784 (looks 18 )
Eyes: Dark Violet
Hair/Build/etc.: See picture
Height: 5 feet, 4 inches
Weight: 102 lbs
Sexuality: Bisexual (but likes women more)
Oddities: Has a ring burned into her left ring finger and a tattoo of the Scales of Justice on her left hip
Race: Former Companion to the Black Rider of the Apocalypse
Ability: Because she’s a former Companion, she is immortal, but can be killed. However, like it is with all Companions and Riders, it takes weeks, months, even years for something to kill her.
Talent: Cooks, can sing incredibly well, can’t play any instruments to save her life
Bio: Hattie was born with a different name and a different language in 13th century Spain. When she was 15, she met the Black Rider of the Apocalypse, or Famine, and became his heir. What with her family suffering from a recurring famine, she had no other choice. Eventually, she fell in love with the Rider and became his Companion instead, the heir becoming her cousin. Shortly after her husband, Petre (or Peter, as she called him), stepped down, he was murdered by a dragon demon. Refusing to let herself stay the grieving widow, Hattie took it upon herself to raise the future Riders and Sins, and currently holds the title of ‘Mother Figure’ for most of the Sins and all of the Riders.
Personality: Hattie’s one tough cookie, doesn’t cry, hates idiots, and tends to be a little VERY STUBBORN. Regardless of her stubbornness and toughness, the second she sees a little kid, her motherly instincts kick on and she becomes the sweetest woman alive. Smarter than your average bear, Hattie’s crafty and hard to catch in the wrong, even when she’s asking you to bed. Speaking of which, I’m not going to lie, Hattie likes sex. She really does. But that’s just to hide the fact that she’s terrified of never finding love. Nevertheless, she still manages to get some couch time in at least twice a week, less than the school slut, but still a lot compared to other girls. Despite all this, she really is a sweet girl who’s just scared of being alone.
