Charletti grew up in a large and compact community of men and half-men. It was a small town but it fit so many friendly people in it, it led to her bright eyed push tailed personality(as well as her fascination with the taller folk). Here she spent many of her younger years playing by The Creek or throwing things down into The Quarry nearby with her friends and siblings, a simple life of little mischief and much fun. It was when she was 31 when some Farfolk, hardened from The Invasion and lusting for more blood, came to her town and burnt it to the ground in search of a mere plunder, killing so many of the folk and taking the rest captive. She was one of the captured after having her mother die in her arms, helpless to do anything.
After a couple weeks of being imprisoned, harassed by the shorter raiders who she was assigned to as the "right size to play with," and on the move by the raiders, her father made a gambling move that led to him getting beat but allowing Charletti to escape. For the past few years she has been going around from place to place, searching for good people to call a family and staying weary of the vile people who'd wish to hurt the good.
