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Jan. 8th, 2022 04:36 pm
Name Charlotte Levy, originally named Chava
Age Over 100 years (in modern-day settings)
Born 1899, in the hold of a steamship
Species Golem
Occupation Baker
Canon The Golem and the Jinni; The Hidden Palace
Basic details.
♦ Charlotte is a golem, created to serve the will of one master. Her body is mainly constructed of earth, animated and given the appearance of human flesh through Kabbalistic magic. Some parts (hair, eyes, fingernails) were sourced from corpses and reanimated.
♦ Charlotte's master died shortly after speaking the command to bring her to life, leaving her to navigate an independent existence for which she was wholly unprepared.
♦ She is described as having the strength of a dozen men, and being as unmovable as a block of stone.
♦ She does not need to breathe, eat or drink. While physically impervious to the discomfort of the cold, deep winter can be hard on her body, as the clay in it begins to freeze; she is forced to keep moving at all times to prevent this.
♦ Charlotte does not age or succumb to human illnesses.
♦ Charlotte's master died shortly after speaking the command to bring her to life, leaving her to navigate an independent existence for which she was wholly unprepared.
♦ She is described as having the strength of a dozen men, and being as unmovable as a block of stone.
♦ She does not need to breathe, eat or drink. While physically impervious to the discomfort of the cold, deep winter can be hard on her body, as the clay in it begins to freeze; she is forced to keep moving at all times to prevent this.
♦ Charlotte does not age or succumb to human illnesses.
First Impressions.
Appearance.
Schaalman lit a lamp that hung above the worktable, and Rotfeld caught his first true glimpse of his intended. She was tall, almost as tall as Rotfeld himself, and well proportioned: a long torso, breasts that were small but firm, a sturdy waist. Her hips were perhaps a bit square, but on her it seemed correct, even appealing. In the dim light he spied the dark shadow between her legs; he glanced away from it as though disinterested, aware of Schaalman's mocking eyes, and the pounding of his own blood.
Schaalman lit a lamp that hung above the worktable, and Rotfeld caught his first true glimpse of his intended. She was tall, almost as tall as Rotfeld himself, and well proportioned: a long torso, breasts that were small but firm, a sturdy waist. Her hips were perhaps a bit square, but on her it seemed correct, even appealing. In the dim light he spied the dark shadow between her legs; he glanced away from it as though disinterested, aware of Schaalman's mocking eyes, and the pounding of his own blood.
Her face was wide and heart-shaped, her eyes set far apart. They were closed; he could not tell their color. The nose was small and curved under at the tip, above full lips. Her hair was brown and had a slight wave, and was cut to brush her shoulders.
Tentative, half-believing, he placed a hand on her cool shoulder. "It looks like skin. It feels like skin."
"It's clay," said the old man.
Personality.
"I'm creating a woman for you. I'd assumed you'd want some say in the matter."
"Give her curiosity," he told Schaalman. "And intelligence. I can't stand a silly woman. Oh," he said, inspiration warming him to his task, "and make her proper. Not ... lascivious. A gentleman's wife."
The old man only smiled and spread his hands. "I'll try," he said. "The results may not be as precise as you might wish. One can only do so much with clay."
Then his face darkened. "But remember this. A creature can only be altered so far from its basic nature. She'll still be a golem. She'll still have the strength of a dozen men. She'll protect you without thinking, and she'll harm others to do it. No golem has ever existed that did not eventually run amok. You must be prepared to destroy her."
"I'm creating a woman for you. I'd assumed you'd want some say in the matter."
"Give her curiosity," he told Schaalman. "And intelligence. I can't stand a silly woman. Oh," he said, inspiration warming him to his task, "and make her proper. Not ... lascivious. A gentleman's wife."
The old man only smiled and spread his hands. "I'll try," he said. "The results may not be as precise as you might wish. One can only do so much with clay."
Then his face darkened. "But remember this. A creature can only be altered so far from its basic nature. She'll still be a golem. She'll still have the strength of a dozen men. She'll protect you without thinking, and she'll harm others to do it. No golem has ever existed that did not eventually run amok. You must be prepared to destroy her."
— passages from The Golem and the Jinni
CODE BY MARWOOD
