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the villain i appear to be
Connor Spiotto & Molly Pease
charlotte beau reiner
Ex-Waiter; Backrooms Runner
Like a spider, the waiter endlessly spins a web of lies. Charlotte is a cynic at heart whose opinion changes with the flicker of a lightbulb. Tactical, strategic, yet no less than an earful of banter.
Although overbearing at times, his purpose rings true: to serve, provide, and persist--on his terms, for the most part. For a workaholic, it's surprising that his nature is less than giving: someone who does nothing but serve, whether it be a stab to the heart or a cold-cut platter of a revenge party.
| DESIGN BY: | AESOP | @Ae404p on Toyhou.se |
| CHARACTER BY: | AESOP | @Ae404p on Toyhou.se |
| BACKGROUND BY: | Photo by Lorenzo Nafissi | on Unsplash |
Weapon
'His word.'
Head
N/A
Body
Sweetheart's Signature Apron
War Cry
"Oh, COME ON!?"
Fav Food
Almond Water
"TELLTALE LIES"
A moment of DECEPTION that leaves longterm impacts: betrayals, rumors, or urges carried out by Charlotte.
"A BANG FOR YOUR BUCK!"
An ego boost from a successful trade, best performed with the trademark SHOPKEEPER.
"DO YOU BLAME YOURSELF?"
When recalling the events of 1995, Charlotte's agitation prompts a lack of CALCULATION and an increase in IMPULSIVITY.
"ONE PROBLEM A'MANY"
Upon grouping with fellow runners, Charlotte becomes more SOCIAL and PRODUCTIVE, as well as DECEPTIVE.
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Born in '74; subjected to find independence due to absent family at such a young age.
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Working as a waiter in a violent workplace; noclips into the backrooms in '95 at the climax of a homicide attempt.
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The of the past & present presume Charlotte as dead; as of now, he roams the backrooms with a softened gaze and deceptive tone.
Born in 1974, Charlotte has become secretive about their past even before no clipping into level 0. Though, some things are apparent from the get-go: as he dons a red apron, gloves that resemble any cartoon character, and wits that would leave him sitting on the curb, you can tell where his demeanour originated..
As a second-generation immigrant to Canada, the British Canadian had lived a simple life, albeit a bleak one: much of his time was in the absence of both parents--a trait that prompted the need and wants to become independent.
Hitting 18, Charlotte had already begun mopping stalls to get an extra buck. By his 19th, he made his mark in one of the many diner chains known best for their hostile nature and constant state of chaos. Perhaps it was this rough period that left the boy a little tainted--or, possibly, the night of '95 that landed him here
Charlotte was pronounced dead, and the years to follow were in an idle state of the backrooms. He had barely escaped death by falling into the backrooms. Though while the press thinks otherwise, it remains unknown to many that the victim only lies in wait.
Nowadays, he continues to push past the stained walls and constant buzzing, accompanied by a clique from sparse wrinkles in time: rushing past paintings to the gushing water, seemingly at peace with those subjected to his wretched perspective of fun and games.
- current image isn't final/official, although it's true to the design
- 5'11 | dull, grey eyes & ear-to-ear grin
- pale skin; discoloured at palms due to burn injuries 'n whatnot
- wearing little heelies! heels are blue wheels :>
- Since his introduction to the backrooms, Charlotte went through many wardrobe changes. However, most--if not all--of them have remained relatively close to his work uniform. It's a miracle that it remains intact after running through hell and back!
- Charlotte's cheeks are supposed to have this pink, circular blush.
Please, I-- I can't afford to be alone again.
The waiter and bartender are linked by what feels like fate—and frankly, Charlotte finds such a fact humorous. Where banter seems to be a constant in their dynamic, it's as though they've come to loathe loneliness far too much to reimburse.
Comfort lingers in familiarity, yet these two can be as divided as their worlds.
You're a TRAITOR!
What could've worked quickly turned into a horror story some accredit to the hand of "THE SHOPKEEPER," whereas others can see the cracks in Johnson's sanity.
After being perceived as a traitor and succumbing to the paranoia of a 'he-said-she-said' case, tension thickens ever-so-slightly as the soldier's absence only grows longer by the passing hour.
"I'd rather have an AK-47 pointed at my head than be here..."
Young, bloodied, and a remnant of war: Raziel is a unique case to Charlotte. She softens his heart and cynicism as a faint reminder of his former, younger self—someone who, while the furthest thing from holy, continuously thrived under the weight of this world.
"What do you mean, Mr. Shopkeep? I haven't done a darn thing wrong!"
Charlotte recognizes Betty as someone every young girl would aspire to be. Her wits outmatch the all-knowing, and such poise has prompted high risks for higher rewards. Determined, fearless, and perhaps a little too nosey for the average joe—her schemes are entertaining nonetheless, and her presence is no less than welcomed.
