SHENG, charlotte mei

[CHARLOTTE MEI SHENG]

CHARLOTTE MEI SHENG !


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FULL NAME; Charlotte Mei Sheng
NICKNAMES; Lottie, Char, Sheng, and little girl.
AGE; Eighteen
GENDER; Female
SEXUALITY; Straight as an arrow.
MEMBER GROUP; Gifted Human
POSITION; Member.
POWERS; Empath.
FACE CLAIM; Hong Shi

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LIKES; Ballet, dancing, ribbons, shoes, pink, bright colors, manicures and pedicures, cute boys, dresses, roses, fluffy white clouds, shopping, girly things, clothes fresh out of the dryer, the beach, making paper stars, paper fans, books, fairy tales, swans, ducks--to eat, sunshine, snow, Maestro Belova, having people brush her hair, lotion, and bubblegum pop
DISLIKES; Bad vibes, people yelling at her, yelling in general, feeling angry, creamo, coffee, storms, math--it's hard, bug bites, lightning, leaving clothes in the washing machine, being asked if she eats cats, pillows that aren't fluffy enough, blisters, blood, cuts, band aids, bad breath, and pimples.
POSITIVE TRAITS; Empathetic, sweet, fun loving, honest, determined, and hard working.
NEGATIVE TRAITS; Spoiled, mean, cold, afraid, jealous, annoyed easily.
GOALS; Be a prima ballerina and make her father proud.

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HOMETOWN; Colchester, Vermont.
PARENTS; Shing Sheng—father—forty eight, Cecilia Sheng—mother—forty five.
SIBLINGS; Franklin “Frisk” Sheng—twenty.
OTHER FAMILY; None.
HISTORY; Shing was an immigrant from Weifang, China. His parents moved to Vermont when he was a small child roughly around the age of four or five. Cecilia was an all American girl blonde hair blue eyes who also lived in Vermont. The two happened to meet in the University of Vermont and dated since freshman year. They were inseparable and got married in their early twenties. They were happy and decided to expand their family and welcomed a baby boy into their family; Franklin Chao Sheng. A few years later the Sheng’s decided that they would go for baby number two.

“Why did I let you do this to me!”

“Xīnài. I am so sorry. P--”

“I hate you! I hate you so much!”Mrs. Cecilia Sheng was in the hospital about to deliver her second child. Her legs were spread and she had a death grip on her husband. Cecilia wasn’t a fan of modern medicine and for a second time decided to deliver her baby naturally with no medications. Leading to a rather uncomfortable situation for her and her husband. “When this baby is out I’m going to strangle you with its’ umbilical cord!”

With a maternal push Cecilia delivered Charlotte with little to no trouble and remembered what she had went through all the pain for. The Sheng’s didn’t know that they were having a girl and Cecilia was elated. She had a little girl to dress up and pamper.

She was brought into a world of plush unicorns as well as high canopies of lace. She was placed into frilly clothes and when Charlotte three, her mother decided to put her into ballet. Cecilia had been in ballet when she was a little girl and said that it would do wonders for Charlotte's confidence as well as help her later in life. Maybe she would be so good she could get a scholarship out of it. Shing wasn't against the idea so Charlotte was enrolled into ballet class.

Maestro Belova was a bit hard on them. Charlotte bounced into class with her pigtails trailing behind her as she tried immediately to dance on her toes. Charlotte wasn't impressed so Charlotte was taught simple moves along the bar with some of the other girls. She grew to love her weekly lessons on Saturday. In play school all she would do was try to teach the other girls what she learned as well as just obsess about it. As she grew up she separated herself from the other girls who found dolls and toys far more interesting than dance for only God knew why. Charlotte was happy though she craved for Saturday to come around and when it did she would dance her heart out. She wanted to show Belova that she was good as his other students, even better than them.

When she went home she would try to practice there as well. Cecilia would coo and coddle over her daughter as she watched her which was good for Charlotte. Her father was far more invested in her big brother who was good at sports, playing the piano, and math—and he was only six years old! “The prodigy” was what her father would call him and he’d go outside and toss a ball with his son. Charlotte got jealous understandably and throw little temper tantrums when her father would go out with her big brother.

As Charlotte got older she had to go into school of course. The days she spent staring out the windows daydreaming about being in ballet in oppose to sitting around and learning about who was the first president and why they chopped down cherry trees. In fact she found herself getting very upset at school.

There were far more people around her and she had only really been around a couple people at a time. She felt claustrophobic almost and when people were feeling bad she’d take on their feelings. A lot of times, she faked being sick to stay home but Shing sent her off anyway. Her only solace was ballet. She begged her mother to let her go more than once a week or at least allow her to stay longer that Maestro wouldn’t mind if she stayed later to practice. Cecilia was uncertain at first but then allowed Charlotte to go on Friday afternoons after school. Charlotte loved it, she didn’t fit in at school and as she got older she started to look less and less like a cute little girl and more and more like a gangly rag doll. Maestro never seemed to notice how she looked he even called her his "nightingale" when he heard her complain about herself. Charlotte ballet as an escape. Maestro always seemed to stroke her ego and make her feel important which was more than she could say about her father.

When with her father she felt nothing bit disdain from him. It made her feel very angry and when Charlotte was angry the Sheng’s were angry. She found that when she was happy the household was as well. Then there was the touching. When she touched Frisk when he had a cut he’d feel better but then she was left with the pain. It confused Charlotte but she wrote it off as nothing since her father told her that she was being overdramatic. So she was left to go dancing instead to try to cope.

She would even go on Sundays when the school was supposed to be closed in order to practice. Nothing would stand in her way to prove that she was the best dancer in his school. It wasn't until around seventh grade when Charlotte started to blossom. Her body evened out but was far too thin for taste to be concerned as light and gazelle like as a prima ballerina. She did her best to diet and stop herself from gaining too much weight. Franklin on the other hand was just getting better and better with everything he did. If Franklin tried a sport, he’d surpass almost everyone at it. If he tried an instrument, he was a prodigy. Everything that her brother did turned to gold and her father continued to praise his son. He’s smart very good at school coming home with A’s when Charlotte was an average B student. He could play two instruments the piano and organ, Charlotte couldn’t. He excelled at baseball and practiced almost as much as Charlotte did as a ballet. He was popular and fun to be around as well.

Charlotte on the other hand, well, wasn’t. She disliked being around many girls as she found them catty and she felt really upset when around them since they were as well. She felt best on stage, Belova said she had a wonderful way of expressing herself and she found that she felt the same way. She was happy up there. Though happiness could only last so long. It wasn’t until she was with Belova.

He happened to leap into the air to show how to do it correctly to some new students when he landed wrong. The seasoned teacher fractured his ankle and Charlotte rushed forward of course. She cradled him as she instructed the students to call someone. Though, Belova said he wasn't in pain anymore not physically at least his ankle was still quite broken, it was Charlotte.

She took his pain away but had taken it on herself. And gosh did it hurt! The doctors X rayed her but saw nothing. The Sheng parents were asked if it was all right if they performed some tests on Charlotte and they agreed.

Charlotte was an empath.

Or in other words from her father; A freak. And freaks had to go with other freaks so she was shopped off away from her family, away from Belova, away from her friends, and completing her senior year in a new school.

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ALIAS; Susie.
GENDER; Female
TIME ZONE; Eastern standard time.
CONTACT; PM is fine!
EXPERIENCE; Seven years.
RPING SAMPLE;

Barbie wasn't the sort of girl who would just watch something go down without getting herself into the situation. Maybe she was a busy body but it was how she managed to meet all sorts od interesting people. Barbie didn't witness people being slapped. She grew up in a fairly peaceful home and her parents never raised a hand to each other. The only time she had ever seen a man get slapped was on her soaps. She thought that perhaps they had been exaggerating on the crisp sound but it sounded just as awful in real life as it did in person. The poor dear, she thought to herself, poor thing.

Barbie wasn't about to let him sit over there and wallow by himself. That would just be cruel of her and she brought it upon herself to cheer him up. She thought that it would be best to have her there to make him feel a bit better. Perhaps, she was being a bit too bold but she just wanted to make sure that he was all right. As she settled herself beside him she prepared herself to become as supportive as possible. He didn't look at her at first and she felt a tad discouraged but maybe he was just upset? She'd be upset too if she'd been slapped.

Goodness gracious! He said something French to her! Mademoiselle, from Barbie's limited knowledge on just about everything she knew that meant Miss or something along those lines. He called her Miss! The blonde girl thought that was positively adorable! Barbie didn't know how else she could possibly describe that aside from really adorable. Wide eyed she brought her hand up to her mouth as she let out a tiny giggle and bat her eyes a few times. Wow! He spoke French, that was the love language and he made it sound so--so what was the correct word for her to use? It sounded so darn beautiful! Mascara clad eyelashes bat a few times as she moved her hand down and she pressed her plump lips together.

He spoke and she couldn't help but be flattered by his words. Pretty words tended to sway her very quickly and she bit down gently on her lower lip. He forgot all about the pain because she was there! How romantic! Barbie smiled and she waved her hand. "Oh no, I'm not a nurse just concerned." That was true but Barbie concerned herself with almost everybody because she hated to see people in pain or upset. Normally both could be preventable and she liked making people smile. Especially if they were cute guys. Nurses did have really cute clothes though! If she was smarter she would have considered being a nurse but she was perfectly fine with being in home economics. Barbie did know how to tend to wounds though thankfully for him.

Now she was an angel? She thought that was adorable, he was just adorable he really was. He winked at her. Why was it winking boys were just so irresistible? She couldn't help but completely turn into mush when cute guys winked at her whether it was cheesy or not Barbie just loved it. Miss Roberts brought her hand which was clutching onto her makeshift ice pack up to his cheek. Barbie tenderly pressed the pack against the offending wound. Personally, she'd never been slapped before but she couldn't help but believe that it really stung and probably stung his pride just a bit more. He didn't have to think about that anymore since she was there.

"Barbie, Barbie Roberts." Barbie reached to her drink with her other hand as she drank up the nonalcoholic drink as she then placed it on the counter once more. She bat her eyes a few times perhaps. Barbie inquired curiously with a sugary tone, "Does that feel better?" Her eyebrows knit towards each other in concern. She couldn't help but wonder what it was he had said to that harpy to make her mar such a pretty face. "Oh!" She cried. "I almost forgot, what's your name?"

What kind of name did he have? Was it a typical French man name? Maybe it was Jacques? Or maybe it was something more exotic? Barbie wondered where in France he was from? Maybe he was from Paris! Paris, how exotic how beautiful! She couldn't help but feel excited to just talk with him she'd never met anybody from France--she was assuming of course and didn't even think that he could possibly be from Canada or his accent could be from somewhere else the country girl only believe that he was from France. Though he had to have been from some place special like France he was too charming to not be from such a romantic place

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[MIADAY PARADE]

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