⦙⦙ RACE | Sur ⦙⦙ LOCATION | Emalnahar ⦙⦙ MAGIC | Fire ⦙⦙ AGE | 19 ⦙⦙ WEIGHT | 6'1" ⦙⦙ HEIGHT | 178lbs.
⦃ personality ⦄
A rather confident young man always ready to greet one with a wink and a smile, some describe Charlie as egotistical or self centered, and truly, he does portray himself that way. From the numerous times he's hammered down his thumb instead of a nail (ouch), and the days where he's done nothing but fruitlessly flirt with a pretty lass, many have labeled him as simply an idiot.
Yet they do not know what lays beneath the surface. He holds a heart of gold, always giving more than he gets. Though he does try his best, Charlie can often deterred if he is called weak, and will be lead to question his own actions. Some part of him never did seem to grow up. He takes orders better then he should, he can be easily swayed, and despite enjoying causing a little prank here or there, he's never done anything horrifying. He thinks he has. He is terribly naive in some cases, simply because he has not seen much of the world. This is going to change.
⦃ history ⦄
Weapon specialization || Carries axe and daggers (for non-violent means)
Profession ||Chopping wood, some carpentry work, cleaning, cooking
Skills || Chopping wood, preparing meals, and performing repairs, whittling
Charlie never met his parents, being born a half elf in Eversyth, he was separated from his family and placed in the care of Elder Lannya. He was quite content with his life for a time; enjoying the company of children of his own kind and the shelter and environment Lannya provided. It was a kind life, compared to what most half elves were forced to endure.
He learned to hold his own. From an early age his body was strong and able, so he was put to work. He didn't mind it at all, but his life felt somewhat empty. The days were routine and predictable, and he longed for a thrill or something to brighten the mood. He began to play tricks and pranks, bringing in smaller children on it to see them smile. Despite the stern scoldings and beatings it was so filling to spice up an ordinary day.
It was around the age of thirteen that Charlie discovered his magical attunement to fire, and he was as excited as could be. He'd watched many of the older half-elves gain their abilities and he envied them greatly. He was, after all, one of the only magical races that could experience life both before discovering their magic and after, and the difference it made simply stunned Charles. However, it was harder then he expected, and things went up in flames numerous times. It took a lot of effort before Charlie could keep fire in his palm without it swallowing the curtains. Though it was grueling work, he loved using magic. It felt right. There was no doubt in his mind where he wanted to go next; Syth. He wanted nothing more but to be the best fire mage he possibly could. Sadly, destiny had other plans.
Elder Lannya protected them all from the Dark Armies well, in fact, life continued on as normal for a good amount of time. But Charlie - he simply did not feel at peace. No matter how safe he was, just knowing that he was hiding while others were having their loved ones taken from them did not sit right with him. Yet, he could not find the courage to leave. He was partially disgusted by himself, knowing he was a coward when their world needed any help they could get against the Dark Army.
That was until a new half elf was brought in. Not a toddler or baby like the rest, a six year old girl. Her parents had hidden her so they could stay a family, but they had been killed by the Dark Army. He could not sleep, after seeing how broken she was. That was the last straw. He abandoned his dreams of studying at Syth, even though he had just turned nineteen and was all ready to go. He left his home in Emalnahar, the children who he so dearly loved, but he simply could not stay any longer..
⦃ details ⦄
STRENGTHS
Quick-thinking
Courageous
Loyal
WEAKNESSES
Childish
Careless
Overly-confident
⦃ appearance ⦄
Charlie is undoubtedly handsome. Sharp, defined features, big brown piercing eyes, fluffy and stylishly unkempt brown hair. He is rather well muscled from the days he's spent doing manual labor, as well as fairly tall. Despite his childish personality, he does not look very childish at all. Perhaps only his smile is the one thing that shows how innocent he really is.
Charlie wears simple cloths and boots, he is not one to care a whole lot about his appearance. He does often carry his axe with him, slung over his shoulder with a strap, and lots of times wears wool caps, especially to cover his slightly pointed ears if need be.
⦃ writing sample ⦄
Elder Lanya had brought in a girl earlier in the day. She was wrapped tightly in blankets, shivering and shaking. Not a infant, certainly. Lannya had set up the girl in the living room. Brought her soup. Had him start a fire. She was absolutely not to be disturbed. But it was Charlie, after all. Where people told him not to go, he went.
He'd pushed open the door as slowly as possible, doing his best to stop it from creaking. He poked his head in the room to be met with the gaze of the girl. Her eyes were so.. dark. A little girl's eyes shouldn't be filled with so much sadness, and fear. His heart hurt. Charlie found himself unable to speak.
"Who are you?" The girl whispered, and her voice only furthered his ache for whatever she had gone through. "I'm.. Lannya sent me.. to.. check on your fire." He blabbed, darting into the room and to the fire place, not even noticing how the girl had scooched back in her seat, clearly terrified. Only after he had knelt down near the fireplace and willed it to be a little stronger did he turn back and realize how he stared at her, eyes alive with fear.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," He said quietly. "My name's Charlie. You're perfectly safe here." In his eyes, she was. No place was safer. But the Dark Army was growing stronger with every day and though he tried believed every word he said, was it true? Some part of him felt like.. soon, no place was going to be safe.
But she didn't need to know that. Not in a million years, if he could help it.
"You think so?" The girl mumbled, and he nodded vigorously. "..why?" Now that was a question he had not been prepared to answer. Charlie blinked. Why? Because.. because.. it was.. it was just.. safe.
"Because I'll protect you." The words spilled out of his mouth, and some part of him was panicking, panicking because he wasn't sure if he could. Because he didn't want to fail her, or fail anyone. But the other part of him realized he was going to try.
