Full Name: Charles M. Redmond
Nickname(s):Charlie, Eeyore
Age: 15
Gender: Male
From: Outside
Role: Charlie is the type of guy who will do anything to survive.
Appearance: Charlie, although he is 15, appears somewhat small and scrawny, appearing almost starved. He has long brown shaggy hair at a very boyish cut and bright blue eyes. He isn't very muscular, but has just a bit of muscle on him. He is very tall for his age, standing at about 6'. He is practically skin and bones, his decontamination suit looking baggy on him. But, everyone in the outside world looks pretty much like him. Around his neck, under his suit, he wears a necklace with a rabbit's foot on it.
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Personality: Charlie is a very strange person. He is very talkative and friendly if you get to know him, but most don't want to because he just looks like bad luck. It's as if there's always a cloud over him that's raining. Yet somehow he hasn't been touched, just lived long enough to see everyone he loves go first. Charlie is very quiet when he isn't approached first. He tries to smile a lot, but he just looks like a little kid to everyone. To other's they think he is just something else they'll have to take care of. But, starting a friendship with this guy has it's benefits.
Charlie is very cautious. He always seems to know where trouble is and can turn the other direction, although it always seems to follow him. Sometimes he appears depressing to others, but they just don't understand him. He is really a nice guy, but the only way you'll know that if if you take the time to find it out for yourself.
Card or Board Games
Candy
Rain
Storms
Sleep
Taffy
Loud Noises
Trouble
People getting too close
Easy Ways Out
Crying
Children
Being called a Child
Skills: Creeping people out, Getting in trouble, Skateboarding, Being avoided, Running, Surviving harsh conditions alone
Quirks: Is easily annoyed by kids, Is allergic to dogs, Doesn't have very good eyesight, Can't fight well
Fears: Being touched, Suffering, Dogs, Being used as a pawn, Being tricked
History: Charlie was born to loving parents who lived in England. He grew up homeschooled, becoming very attached to his mom and dad. His parents enjoyed traveling a lot and took him with them, so he had been to about four continents before he was five. When he was eight they all moved to America because his dad had found work their, but his British accent never left. He continued to be homeschooled in America, and he didn't really make many friends.
When his parents were killed by the touch, he somehow came out alive and he tried as hard as he could to survive. He began stealing from broken down grocery stores and helping no one but himself. He isn't selfish, but he is still trying to get out of this epidemic alive.
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Theme Song: Trouble- Ray LaMontagne http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k3pltmw6cmI
Trouble...
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble
Trouble been doggin' my soul since the day I was born
Worry...
Worry, worry, worry, worry
Worry just will not seem to leave my mind alone
Other: I'm going to attempt to write Charlie's posts in a British was, but since I'm American I'll have to spell things like mom and color differently, so I might not succeed.
Sample Post:
(This is just a snippit of his life before the touch. It really has nothing to do with the roleplay)
Charlie's feet dragged along the cold ground, making some kind of rhythm. He seemed almost mesmerized with it, not even bothering to look up and actually watch where he was going. Charlie bumped into people as he walked, angry people muttering curses at him. He ignored them but eventually let out a mutter. "Americans," he groaned, shaking his head. He was fourteen, having been here six years already, but he still seemed like a stranger in a foreign land. He still was angry with his parents for dragging him here. He missed London and the small amount of friends he had there.
"Sir!" came a hoarse voice from somewhere behind him. Figuring the voice was talking to someone else, he continued walking, but the voice called out again. He turned, seeing a man sitting on the side of the road, staring directly at him. The man was an older gentleman, with white long hair and a long beard to match. He had wrinkles adorning his face, almost hiding his pale eyes that were filled with knowledge and wisdom. His clothes were tattered, dirty, and torn. Charlie didn't know the man even slightly. He had no idea what the man wanted, besides the probable assumption of money, which he soon saw to be correct.
"Do you have any spare change?" the man asked, confirming Charlie's suspicions. He stuck his hands in his pockets and found a very crumpled up five dollar bill. He handed it to the gent, who eyed him like he had suddenly grown wings on his back and a halo over his head. Obviously kids his age didn't offer money to people on the streets much in America. "You're a saint," the man whispered. This just made Charlie laugh.
"I'm far from that," Charlie said. The gentleman seemed to laugh also. Then he pulled something out from around his neck and seemed to admire it for a minute before holding it out to Charlie. It was a rabbit's foot on a small, worn piece of yarn.
"Take this," he said, nodding to the foot. "For good luck." Good luck was something Charlie didn't believe in, nor did he want to rob the man. He was about to speak when the man seemed to have read his mind. "You'll need it more than I will," he said, shoving the necklace into Charlie's hand.
Charlie was about to ask what he meant, but the man stood up and walked away, leaving Charlie's wrinkled five-dollar-bill lying where he had just been sitting. Charlie picked it up and was about to go find the gentleman, but he was long gone.So, he put the necklace around him, still feeling uneasy about the conversation, but moved on, continuing the pattern with his feet.
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