C H A R L I E
Name: Charles Angelov
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 23
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 127 lbs
Birthdate: Frost 31, 98
Birthplace: Kalzasi, The Commons
Profession: Tailor (officially)
Housing: Single bedroom apartment
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Fluencies: Common
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Race: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 23
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 127 lbs
Birthdate: Frost 31, 98
Birthplace: Kalzasi, The Commons
Profession: Tailor (officially)
Housing: Single bedroom apartment
Partners:
Titles:
Factions:
Fluencies: Common
Conversationals:
Ineptitudes:
Personality
Some might call Charlie dull, but that's not exactly true. He's remarkably quick-witted, but opts to let his heart rule his actions when his mind would do a better job of it. Charlie has grown so comfortable after years of practicing with his Mesmer rune that he seldom fears retribution for his behavior. He believes there is not a situation he cannot talk himself out of, nor an enemy he could not sway to his side. This overconfidence can be just as infectious as his smile, and often people find themselves swept up in his schemes simply because of his effortless charisma.
Appearance
Charlie has long blonde hair that he always seems to be brushing out of his face, and flawless skin the tone of sand. He has a lithe, athletic build that he works hard to maintain, and upon the small of his back is where his Mesmer rune has been inscribed into his skin. Perhaps as a result of the magic now coursing through him, Charlie's eyes are an enchanting, dazzling blue that teeters on the very edge between magical and mundane. He carries himself with an unearned aura of confidence that causes difficulty when he often needs to look otherwise unremarkable. His choice of clothing is always exquisite, always staying at the very edge of new fashion trends and often refusing to wear anything that he did not alter himself. Some may consider this vanity, though Charlie insists that taking pride in your appearance is anything but vain.
History
From a young age, Charlie sought to find ways to shirk responsibility. It began innocently enough with things like Charlie paying for younger children to do his chores for him, though quickly it grew. This aversion to honest work only seemed to grow more intense as Charlie aged, culminating with him finally requesting a Mesmer rune so that he may dally his life away while others toiled for him. His family was actually supportive of his decision, and his mother and father paid well for a reputable Mesmer to inscribe the rune upon their son. They did so in the hopes that such newfound power would encourage him to join a Guild or perhaps attract the attention of a Lesser House.
Charlie had other plans.
Once he had recovered from the madness of his threshold sickness, Charlie immediately begun training his new mesmerizing powers on any that he could, and did so with only minimal instruction from the previously hired mage. It was a slow, painful process that ended often in embarrassment for Charlie, but he soon started to see results. He could see emotions laid out like an instrument, and with a single pluck he could divert disaster. He was no maestro, not even close, but it was enough that he could begin talking his way out of almost any situation.
Rather than facing potential rejection by applying for a guild position, Charlie stumbled his way into a life of crime. A mage was always a powerful ally, especially one that could potentially charm witnesses or victims alike. He began as merely a charlatan, selling bogus cures to imagined diseases and charming anyone that seemed liable to sell him out. His crimes quickly became more brash in an attempt to secure a better life for himself, and before long he had turned his attention towards Zaichaer. A land of rust and spite could surely do with a bit of purse lightening, and it left his conscious clear knowing that no one he knew would suffer from his plots. He oscillates between Zaichaer and Kalzasi often, alternating between his ill gotten life of luxury and plotting his next score.