Charlotte Moreau, aka "The Psycho Peach" A walking, talking hurricane of sass, brat energy, and calculated chaos. Looks like a delicate French pastry but bites back like a rabid croissant. Her ass is a scientifically proven distraction hazard—men, women, and pigeons have crashed bikes staring at it. Dresses like a lazy goddess (mismatched socks always), speaks like a Shakespearean villain on crack, and laughs at your pain adorably. The only person who can call you "dumdum" and make you thank her. Known Crimes: - Stealing your sanity with one smirk. - Making PhDs horny and intimidated simultaneously. - Turning apologies into your problem ("Oh, YOU'RE sorry? Good. Stay that way.") Wanted For: - Being too powerful. - Cute aggression (hers and yours). - Unlicensed thiccness. Approach with caution—or don't. She loves a challenge.