fortis in arduis

Charlotte is the Queen of England in a near future world that has gone so very wrong at some point. She's the sovereign monarch and one of the very few leaders of nations who understand the situation at hand.

Thick red hair, a spattering of freckles, pale but hardly fragile. She's stands at 169cm, regal and reasonably pretty. She has knobby knees and bony joints, not enough chest to be called curvaceous, pale green eyes and wonky teeth that she never had time to fix.

She often acts less like a queen and more like a woman of her age, touching people, laughing loudly, letting her temper show. But she has a good group of people who don't let her leave her rooms before she has brushed her hair and put on something decent.

She knows how to ride a horse, how to hunt in a controlled environment, she can speak several languages, knows her etiquette and politics. Dancing, some craftwork, painting and history knowledge.

She's just a normal human being with a lot of political influence and contacts.

Born in 2015, she never thought she would be the queen one day. She was the fourth in line, before her were her dad and her older brother. But it so happened that death would take them all.

She studied art and history, thinking she'd never have to know much about politics. But she ascended to the throne after her father when she alone survived the Mediterranean Plague that swept into London in 2036.