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Charlie Hart

"I'm the one killing the monsters on your ass twenty-four seven, so you're welcome."

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a character in “The Things That Go Bump In The Night”, as played by Unoriginal Mess

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❝ I have saved your sorry asses more times than I can count, and you don't even know it. ❞





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Name
Charles Vincent Hart. His mother had been hoping for a girl, whom they would have named Charlotte, so they simply shortened the name to suit his gender; Charles. Charles sounds like posh, old guy, so he's always introduced himself as Charlie. His middle name comes from his grandfather.

Age
Twenty four years of age, and his birthday falls on October 16th.

Face Claim
Michael Trevino

Species
Human, a hunter.

Sexuality
Heterosexual.

Job
Hunting is his only job, and for that he doesn't get paid. He usually gets by by gambling or betting.

Appearance
His hair is dark brown, and is usually slightly 'shaggy', I suppose you could say, as he doesn't have time to stop into the barbers that often. When he does, his hair looks short and neat. His eyes are a deep brown, like the color of a chocolate bar, which are found below his seemingly large forehead and beside his slightly big nose. His smile is wide, and forms dimples, and though he has a good sense of humor he finds it difficult to find something to smile at most of the time. He is tall, at 6'1, and well built, muscular, much different from the scrawny child he used to be. He has a relatively tanned complexion and has little freckles, as well as not burning easily.



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Personality
Charlie is messed up. There is no denying that. With a 'give 'em hell' attitude and the biggest ego this world has ever seen, he isn't going to rest until ever mythical bitch is dead. He refuses to believe that he will die, that something will be able to kill him. He is unstoppable, in his eyes. He has escaped impossible situations, he has killed things you couldn't even dream of. What could possibly kill him, right?

He has a high opinion of his opinion, but a low opinion of himself. He thinks of himself as a genius, a million lies up his sleeve and a plan for every possible outcome. He is very bossy, orderly, a 'his way or the high way' kind of guy. He is stubborn, strong-willed, and never backs down. He won't admit to being wrong, and will continue to fight his case to the end, something he's very good at, He has a way with words, see - he knows how to twist them to his advantage. Phrase them right, use the right expressions, and you have a deadly weapon on your hands.

He knows what he is, though. He's not a hero, as much as he tries to convince himself, as much as he'd like to believe it. He kills monsters, sure, but that doesn't make him any less of one. The death he has seen overshadows a cemetery, and most of it is at the hands of him. He can't shake the heavy feeling of guilt that is constantly weighing on his shoulders, crushing his spirit. Maybe that's why he hunts - he tries to save people. Even out the ratio, try and get the numbers even, because for every life that is lived because of him discounts one that won;t be lived because of him. He wants to be a hero so bad that it's almost an obsession, but in his eyes, he will never be. he walks around as if he's the coolest guy on campus, constantly making cocky remarks, but he hates what he sees when he looks in the mirror, because he can't face himself, or what he has done.

He is narrow-minded. He doesn't understand how people can find some things logical, or how people can do things without seeing the obvious consequences. He feels that most of the human race are flawed, simple minded fools that can't think for themselves, but that doesn't make them any less important, because they try their best, even if their best isn't very good. He is terrified of his future, but he won't admit it to himself. He can't stand to be around older hunters. The ones that are still sane are the biggest pessimists out there, and are constantly sad, most alcoholics. He doesn't want to become old, he doesn't want to become suspicious of everyone. He doesn't let these thoughts enter his brain, but when he hangs around with older hunters, they start flooding back.

As far as his personality goes towards friends - well, what friends? They're all dead. He used to be the achiever, a real go-getter, the one most likely to succeed. He was a genius in school, but he was popular, too. Sure, he wasn't into football and sure, he wasn't dating the cheerleader, but he knew everybody and everybody knew him, and even more, everyone liked him. He was the go to guy, the one with the advice, helping hand. It's been a while since that could be said about him.

When it comes to his personality towards others, it differs. He puts on the personality he thinks will help him best; the good op, bad cop, drunk idiot, shoulder to cry on. No one really knows how broken he is inside, not even him. If he stopped hunting for a second and faced himself, he would realize. But see, while Charlie might not be addicted to alcohol, drugs - he is addicted to one thing, and that is hunting. It blocks out the emotions. There is no grey, only black and white - they're evil, he's good, he kills the evil sons of bitches, etcetera.

Likes
» Being right.
» Challenges.
» Doing things his way.
» Fighting
» Music
» Drama
» Eating
» Girls
» Flirting
» Drinking
» Sleeping
» Comedy
» Sarcasm

Dislikes
» His full name.
» Vampires.
» Witches.
» Werewolves.
» Other hunters.
» Being wrong.
» Ignorance.
» Bossy people.
» Being tricked.
» Most vegetables.
» Being broke.
» Bad acting.

Fears
With his cocky and arrogant 'I'm invincible' attitude, not much seems to phase Charlie. He finds petty fears such as heights and bugs to be ridiculous and narrow-minded, though he can get uncomfortable in enclosed spaces. He hasn't had anyone to call a friend in a long time, so he doesn't have any fear of loved ones getting hurt. And as far as he's concerned, nothing can kill him, not now or ever, so there is no point in worrying about death. He's only twenty four and he already knows how to kill monsters you couldn't even dream of. He's unstoppable.

Some of his fears are related to death; the first one is that he will die the death of someone unremarkable. Though he feels as though no one can kill him, he wants to go down fighting, and the thought of having a peaceful death makes him feel physically nauseous. As well as this, he is also afraid he won't die young - though the thought that he will die tomorrow hasn't crossed his mind, the thought that he won't has, and it frightens him. The only retired hunters he has met have been so messed up from seeing so much death that they've locked themselves in their own heads. Seeing what this job could do to him as he gets older scares the shit out of him.

Of course, if he had thought to think about it and realize that he isn't the best monster hunter out there, he probably would be afraid that he will die young. He hasn't given his possible death a single thought - he's gotten out of near death experiences so many times now that he refuses to believe anything could kill him. He is afraid of dying without a purpose, without making a mark on the Earth. He doesn't want to just be another hunter that will live and die - he wants to mean something. He wants to be written in history books for years to come. He wants to move more than just the dirt that's used to bury him. How? Well, he's working on that.

Opinions
Vampires; ❝ The bloodsucking freaks sicken me, and they need to be put down. They literally can't survive without human blood. They don't even have a fully functioning conscience, for crying out loud. ❞

Werewolves; ❝ I mean, I feel a bit bad for them, it's not like they signed up to be monsters. But that's what they are - and it's my job to save people, which includes getting rid of things like this. They can't control themselves when they change - they're wild and dangerous. ❞

Witches; ❝ A lot of them are completely harmless saps that wouldn't know magic if it hit them in the face, but the older ones are scary as hell. I've seen some witches, fifty, sixty years old, who look thirty, seemingly the aging process slowed down from exposure to so much magic, I don't know. Either way, those old ones are the scariest - I swear, they probably know about a hundred different ways to kill you. I usually try and convince them to stop their magic, and if that doesn't work... well, a man's got to do what a man's got to do, right? ❞

Hunters; ❝ We're the ones saving all of your sorry asses. I don't trust half of them, and the other half are dead. We're all a big bag of pessimism, but with the shit we've seen, who can blame us? I've seen a few friendly hunters, though. I like to stay out of the way of other monster hunters. I swear, the amount of times we've saved this rust bucket... it's like this Earth doesn't want saving. ❞

Citizens; ❝ They're so oblivious to all this magical shit that it's funny. I sometimes wish I was like them, you know, didn't know about magic - actually, I always wish I was like them. Anyways, you're welcome for getting rid of these shits that are trying to kill you twenty four seven. ❞




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History
Charles Vincent Hart, last child of Melissa and Ronald Hart - or rather, Melissa Hart and Diego Agnoli. He was an accident, the result of an affair between a married woman and the Italian bartender. He was the younger brother of two, Carey, who was ten years older than him, and Simon, who was six years older. Carey was always a straight A student, and popular, too. Wherever she walked, boys would stare and girls would glare. She was envied and lusted over by most, and the top of the town. She didn't need to be head cheerleader to do it - she was simply herself, and everyone fell at her feet. His sister Carey gushed over him. As he grew up, she was the most caring, the most gentle voice in his head. Whilst his parents were great people, their relationship was falling apart, the only thing keeping them together being the children. With little money to pay the bills and a marriage crumbling in their fingertips, they had too much to worry about without thinking of doting over their children. As such, Carey became the motherly figure - a gentle shoulder to cry on in times of stress, and the tutor, too, when he struggled in school.

Where his sister had been the motherly figure, his brother was the father. He was the tough one, the guy who teased him about girls and encouraged him to play sports, the one who would stay up with him to all hours of the night just to help him pass a level on a video game. He taught him how to defend himself from bullies, and some of the tactics he still uses against his enemies. He was the strong figure that Charlie aspired to be. He watched his brother with adoring eyes, trying to be just like him, trying to be perfect. And he was, seemingly, for a while. He was both the the brawn and the brains, the nice guy and the hot one. He was popular and intelligent, in the drama club, had a nice girlfriend, good friends. And then things went sour.

A demon. One of the rarest creatures out there, they've all been damned to hell for eternity. The ones that come up are some of the most dangerous creatures out there. The only plus side was that demons need permission to enter areas. Charlie had been at the edge of town, a usual meet up place for kids his age - fifteen, at the time. He was waiting for his girlfriend when an extremely attractive older blonde approached him from outside the towns borders.

"Hello there," she said, a smirk appearing on her face. Charlie narrowed his eyes, but the moment soon passed. The way the light had reflected off her eyes, he could have sworn they were black. He blinked twice, snapping from his trance. "H-Hi, I'm,uh, Charlie," he said quickly. She fluttered her eyelashes and took a step forward, making Charlie take a step back. "Nice to meet you, Charlie. I'm Lili." He nodded, butterflies swarming in his stomach.

"Can I come into town?" she asked him, brushing her hair out of her face. "I think I'm lost." Charlie's eyebrows furrowed. "What? Uh, yes, of course, I mean-" "Thanks, Charlie," she replied, walking over to him and giving him a kiss on the cheek before walking off. "I'll be back in a minute. You wait here." Charlie nodded frantically, confused. She walked down the road and disappeared around the corner. A few seconds later, a man who looked to be in his late thirties ran over to him, panting heavily and dripping with sweat. "Did she- A lady- was she here?" he gasped between breaths. Charlie nodded. "You let her in? Gave her permission to enter town?" he asked urgently. Charlie nodded again, and the man cursed under his breath. He handed Charlie a dagger with a hilt encrusted with what looked like leaves. "If she returns, stab her. Got it?" Charlie didn't reply, and the man ran off.

Charlie, unsure what to do, followed behind the man. He reached his old home to find it practically burned to the ground, with very few survivors. There was the woman, laughing, standing where his school used to be. She turned her head, first looking at the man, before looking at Charlie. She mouthed two words, but Charlie didn't understand her, before picking up a girl who had been hiding among the rubble by her collar and standing her to her feet. The girl was a brunette, covered in dust, but Charlie recognized her as a good friend, Carly Simmons. She looked petrified and tears streamed down her face, when the woman grabbed her head and twisted it. A crack echoed around the area, and the woman dropped the now-dead Carly. An angry man charged, but she batted him to the side with a wave of her hand. While she spoke to the man, also revealing his name - which was Jonathan - an angry and frightened Charlie sneaked up behind her and stabbed her with the knife previously given to him. She fell to her knees before dying.

Jonathan promised to teach Charlie how to fight off monsters, how to kill them. He explained that she was a demon, one of the last of her kind. They were some of the most dangerous things out there, and shapeshifters, too. Before Charlie followed Jonathan to a life of fast food and cheap motels, he went back to his burnt down home, in a desperate hope that some of his family members might be alive, but of course, none of them were. He followed Jonathan out of the area and didn't look back.

Four years later, Jonathan was killed during a hunt, something which knocked Charlie back for a while. He had thought of Jonathan as indestructible, the best of the best. He had been killed whilst trying to kill what he thought was a vampire couple, but what turned out to be a whole family of them. After Charlie killed them for his revenge, he went on his own way, keeping his emotions bottled up for fear of losing anyone again.

Theme Song
This Is War - 30 Seconds To Mars
A warning to the people,
The good and the evil,
This is war.

To the soldier, the civilian,
The martyr, the victim,
This is war.

It's the moment of truth, and the moment to lie,
The moment to live and the moment to die,
The moment to fight, the moment to fight
To fight, to fight, to fight!

To the right, To the left
We will fight to the death!
To the edge of the earth
It's a brave new world
From the last to the first

To the right, To the left
We will fight to the death!
To the edge of the earth
It's a brave new world
It's a brave new world!

A warning to the prophet,
The liar, the honest,
This is war.

To the leader, the pariah,
The victor, the messiah,
This is war.

It's the moment of truth, and the moment to lie,
The moment to live and the moment to die,
The moment to fight, the moment to fight,
To fight, to fight, to fight!

To the right, To the left
We will fight to the death!
To the edge of the earth
It's a brave new world
From the last to the first

To the right, To the left
We will fight to the death!
To the edge of the earth
It's a brave new world
It's a brave new world
It's a brave new world!

I do believe in the light
Raise your hands into the sky
The fight is done, the war is won
Lift your hands toward the sun
Toward the sun
Toward the sun
Toward the sun
The war is won

To the right, To the left
We will fight to the death!
To the edge of the earth
It's a brave new world
From the last to the first

To the right, To the left
We will fight to the death!
To the edge of the earth
It's a brave new world
It's a brave new world
It's a brave new world!

A brave new world
The war is won
The war is won
A brave new world

So begins...

Charlie Hart's Story