Chuck is kind of unstable. He drinks a little to much and likes fighting a little to much. He walks around like he owns every thing but with out thinking he can beat down every one. He lives to have fun any way he can.
Chuck has a Sword on ether side of his hips. He can use both or just one with a lot more strength. On the sash that keeps the robes closed there are about a half dozen (6) throwing knifes, along with a curved knife. On his back he has a gallon sized gored that he keeps his whiskey in.
Chuck was raised in a Shaolin temple. He was taught to use swords at a very young age, by a drunk. The High priest of the temple found out and had the young boys hand branded with the sign Anarchy to punish him along with being banished from the temple. When he was older he found that whiskey made it easier to sleep. After about a week of consent drinking Chuck became used to the hang overs. All most loving the way they made him feel. Using the pain to train and work. He keep practicing like the man showed him and became one of the better swords men of his town. Now he just wants to have fun and drink. At the same time if possible.