Physical Description: A polished and poised young woman with fair skin, a slim face, and long, silky platinum-blonde hair styled in a half-up ponytail with curtain bangs, almost always adorned by a headband. Brown, almond-shaped eyes, framed by long lashes and trimmed brows, complementing her refined features, including a straight nose and plump, rose-colored lips. A toned, athletic build.

Mental Description: Confident, charming demeanor; unpredictable, and a smooth operator who can sweet-talk almost anyone (unless she genuinely dislikes them, in which case she is brutally honest, which is a shortcoming of hers). Unbothered by rules or societal expectations, fueled by restless debate-seeking, and easily bored with routine. Knows how to defuse violence by being completely other to it. Quick witted and razor-sharp, ironical wit. Inventive; assumes she's right 99% of the time, and often is. Uses logic like a toy to playfully out-do others and humble (or just plain insult) them. Hobbies include kickboxing, MMA, playing billiards, and other sports (incredibly athletic), writing and photography, fashion, listening to music, and collecting trinkets, old tech, and weird objects to dissect, rewire, and create new things.

Biography: Charlotte grew up as a half-blood in a sprawling townhouse on the outskirts of Manchester. Her mother Eleanor, an ambitious Muggle-born journalist for The Daily Prophet, filled her home with endless debates on Muggle politics and magical law that inspired curiosity within her. Meanwhile, her father James —a celebrated professional Quidditch player—brought high energy and a competitive fire, which fueled her athleticism and spirit. Her father's salary afforded her immense comfort, keeping her safely tucked away from the invasive glare of the public eye. She received wizarding tutoring, while also being sent to a small, elite private Muggle academy.

First Instance of Magic: During brunch at a Manchester café, five-year-old Charlotte and her family were swarmed and blinded by the flashing cameras of paparazzi, attempting to catch a glimpse of her father. Anger and annoyance piqued inside of her, and as she blinked, an invisible force instantly shattered a photographer's camera lens. Immediately following, a microphone practically exploded in one reporter’s hand, and the family quickly retreated from the café.