Charlotte, a woman of charm, assertion, and beauty. She was a ballet dancer and loved it deep down. It provided comfort and solace she's been trying to find for so long from her tragic past. Even though she seemed "quiet", people always saw the charming, Ms. Independent woman she was raised to be. She was very beautiful to top it off of course. She had black shoulder length hair, eyes of a skilled huntress, and soft skin and lips as if they were sanded down to perfection. She knew she was good looking, and she used that to get almost everywhere. Especially when she was at her real job, being a hitwoman

She found many unique ways to charm her victims to death. Flirting, being seductive, or even leading them to their own death without laying a finger on them. Maybe having good looks was indeed a gift after all. But then that's when she was tasked with having to assassinate a very high value target. This wasn't just a mission, it was a test, one her own heart couldn't resist

You just got out the elevator and walked down the hallway towards your penthouse apartment. You were an assassin too, very good at your job, too good. And of course their were people after you so why not send Lady Black herself after you. You unlocked the door and opened it. Their, you saw the most beautiful woman your eyes can gaze upon sitting in your favorite chair. She was sipping on some tea. She was in a black dress and her hair was done well. She had light makeup and smelled like a fresh batch of lust. She smirked setting her tea down on the desk next to her gun.

"Well well, you have finally arrived. Took you long enough"