Age: 44
Gender:Male
Ethnicity/Race: White
Level of Faith: Mostly Faithful. Charles, despite his recent conversion to the Faith, is too practical and world-weary to have the blind idealism of someone recently saved by God and Prophet. Heβs more concerned about getting out and helping people than finer details of spreading the Word of the Prophet. His interest is less in salvation and prophets and more in the message of helping others.
Years of Service: At around a year of service, Charles is still considered a Pup, much to his chagrin given his age and experience. Despite his experience in the saddle, the fight, and the world, heβs still fairly new to the Faith.
Weapons/Equipment:Charles keeps a spare revolver in his saddle and on his belt is an expertly crafted cavalry saber that heβs kept from his days in the Confederate army. A pair of knives are usually hidden in his coat and the saddlebags of his steed hold the usual array of supplies needed for the road.
Personality
Charles seems a stark contrast to any dour and duty-minded Dog, with an rakish grin that tends to make young women blush and old fathers scowl. Heβs spent a good amount of his life indulging in assorted vices, and while heβs mellowed somewhat with age and education in the Faith, he has yet to give up whiskey and tobacco in the claim that the Lord will tolerate his followers taking some pleasure in the life they were given. Heβs still prone to a temper, though nowadays its more likely to be in the defense of someone else rather than any slight to himself. His faith is a simple desire to help others, in hope that he might also find some manner of peace for himself after all of the conflict he has witnessed. Despite his easygoing exterior, the troubles of his past are still a vivid memory that continues to burden him.
History
The third son of a rich merchant in Richmond, Charles had little expectation of ever making an honest dayβs work, much less any genuine struggle. However, his idle life of drinking, gambling, and other gentlemanly pursuits was interrupted by the outbreak of the War Between the States. With a sharp wit and sharper temper, Charles felt that war would be little different from the occasional drunken brawl. And as a son of Virginia, Charles enlisted to protect his homeland and embark on a grand adventure. Fortunately, his father was able to secure officer commissions for his sons even while his trade business floundered against the Union blockade. And fortunately for Charles, previous experience in riding and practicing with a sword gave him the slightest advantage necessary to survive in the battlefield. Alas, his brothers were not so fortunate and Charles quickly learned that war was not grand in any way.
Charles found himself back in a home celebrating a grand victory over the Union and expressing the triumph of Southern values, yet he was unable to enjoy the vanities and distractions he had loved as a reckless youth. Despite only a few years passing since he left home, he felt he had aged immensely. While everyone said that the Confederacy had secured its vital independance, he felt that his brothers and countless others had died for little. Unable to relate to his family or fellows in Richmond society, he fled west.
Work was easily found along the railroads gradually reaching towards the west and the railroad companies had every need for a man comfortable in the saddle and in violence. Charles worked as a bruiser for the railroad for several years, fending off Native raids and keeping unruly workers in line, his pay being tossed away on alcohol and women as soon as heβd received it. Eventually, he noticed a missionary preaching in the railroad camp, despised by nearly all for representing the Faith rather than the old denominations. The aging missionary had been beaten on more than one occasion, but he still continued to preach.
After one more beating that Charles happened intercede in, he and the old preacher spoke at length, and Charles learned of the Faithian lands to the west. The preacher promised him some manner of peace if he headed west to seek out a new life in the Faith. Impressed by the missionaryβs willingness to suffer for his beliefs, he decided to follow that advice.
During his journey to the Faithian territory, he happened upon the ranch of a retired Dog, who was kind enough to offer him shelter and food for the night. During their conversations, Charles learned of the Watchdogs, and the notion that his violent skills might be able to be used to do the good work of the Lord. Heartened by this knowledge, he went to New Life to join the Dogs. Although he has struggled at times to rein in his vices, cynicism, and occasional lackadaisical attitude, his experience, straightforward honesty, and simple desire to help showed his promise as a Dog.
Goals
Charles has lived day by day, with little regard for planning the future, for his entire life, either out of a carefree disregard or a lack of knowledge as to whether or not heβd live to see the next day. Serving as a Dog has given him a clearer focus on where his life is going, even if it is only a simple task of continuing to do good work in the service of his fellow man. However, old habits still remain and heβs yet to consider any future further than his current service.
Likes
- Women
- Whiskey
- Tobacco
- Horses
- Cards
Dislikes
- Politicians
- Rich folk
- Natives
- Cannons
- Mud