Charles Christian Everwood (unfinished)

[Charlie Everwood]

001. NAME• Charles Christian Everwood Jr.
002. NICKNAME• Charlie, Chuck, Boss.
003. AGE• 27
004. BIRTHDATE• May 10, 1983
005. WHERE YOU LIVE?• New York, New York

001. YOUR FACE• Jesse Metcalfe
002. HAIR• His hair stays one color, dark brown. He's never dyed it or bothered changing the style. Short, clean cut and well groomed is the way he likes to keep things.
003. EYES• His eyes are a bright hazel, that have a tendancy of changing with his mood. More often than not, they glow a brilliant shade of green, but occasionally they may become a murky brown color.
004. HEIGHT• A tiny bit taller than average, standing at a solid 6'1
005. WEIGHT• 220lbs
006. BODY MODS• Has three tattoos; One on his left arm of a naked woman lassoing a heart in front of a sunset. Another in the center of his upper back of a celtic cross and the last one on his right tricep "IX LIVES" (Nine lives).
007. FASHION/STYLE• When Charlie is at home, or away from the judgmental eyes of the world, he dresses comfortably and casually. Usually in a loose fitted t-shirt and a pair of jeans. When he's working, or out and about, he can often be found in a perfectly coordinated suit, or just a dressy shirt and a pair of slacks. He believes it's important to uphold a professional appearance, as it encourages people to take him seriously.

001. LIKES•
•Caffeine
•Work
•Women
•Guns
•Hunting
•Busy cities
•Sarcasm
•People with attitude
002. DISLIKES•
•Failing
•Being questioned
•Not being in charge
•People who are mentally inept, even in the slightest
•The Country
•Anything that isn't human
•Petty conversation
•His boss, the only person who has more authority than him.
003. FEARS•
•Getting caught and being turned.
•Anything happening to his family.
•Losing his job and his resources.
•Being blacklisted in NYC.
•Never getting his revenge.
004. STRENGTHS•
•Is quite literally, incredibly strong for a mere human. Both his job and extracurricular activities demand that he is physically superb.
•He can see straight through your bullshit.
•Though incredibly cocky, he's very social and it's easy for him to blend, and even get into anything that may be exclusive.
•He has a lot of friends in very high places.
•He's incredibly skilled in hunting and tracking.
005. WEAKNESSES•
•Women.
•Adrenaline. When he gets worked up, it's nearly impossible to stop him from doing anything. No matter how foolish it may be.
•Regardless of how determined he is, he is still merely a human.
•His strength. He's significantly weaker than his foe; the ones he hunts.
•He's incredibly untrusting. He doesn't even fully trust his closest of friends, feeling that everyone is liable to turn on you at some point.
006. ODDITIES• When it comes to his home, he's incredibly OCD; keeping everything in a certain order. He has a rather large gun collection, and he counts his weaponry every night before he goes to bed. Every Monday, he goes to a shooting range, in which he drives three hours, to ensure that no one will know him there.
007. ORIENTATION• Heterosexual.
008. SPECIFIC MORALS• None. Charlie does what Charlie wants, and he doesn't care who's feelings he hurts in the process.
009. PERSONALITY OVERVIEW• Charlie is a bit of a playboy in every aspect. He seeks out the finer things in life, and very seldom has difficulties obtaining them. He can be charming and thoughtful, and on the flip incredibly self assuring and narcissistic. Basically, Charlie will use any means necessary to get you where he wants you, and he wont feel bad about it in the morning.

Being somewhat of a lone ranger takes it's toll on him mentally, and sometimes he may become incredibly snappy and irritable. His patience grows short very easy, and if you piss him off it's very likely that he'll let you know it.

On the contrary, when amongst company that he's rather close with, and/or comfortable around, he's lighthearted and somewhat playful. Though it's not likely that you'll get close enough to him to witness such a thing. These acts are mainly reserved for what very little family he has left, and one or two rather close friends that he speaks with regularly.

A part from that, the time that isn't spent at work or out in the night life, Charlie spends a lot of his time at home. In a rather swanky downtown bachelor pad, mind you. His penthouse apartment gets a lot of use, both during the day, and more specifically... at night. He's very particular about the place, and he considers it his second most prized possession. Second to only a very special dagger that was bestowed to him by his father, and followed closely by his dog, Greggor. If anyone were to bring harm to any of these things, a very angry Charlie would most likely become a very dangerous Charlie.

001. PARENT ONE• Charles Christian Everwood Sr. (Deceased)
002. PARENT TWO• Annaliese Victoria Everwood, Potter/Baker
003. SIBLINGS• Adam Connor Everwood (Status unknown), Ellison Mae Everwood (living, currently in London.)
004. PETS• One dog, a, brindle colored Bull Mastiff named Gregor. Charlie's sole companion.
005. HISTORY OVERVIEW•

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001. ANYTHING ELSE?• questions, comments, anything...
002. ROLE PLAY SAMPLE•
Matthew's blood seemed to boil as the words poured from Gabriels mouth. Some of his words seeped of truth, while others were mere exaggerations. He hated leaving the Heavens, that was no lie. He was all but furious when he was forced to earth, having not been told what his mission was, or his purpose. He simply had to wait, until finally his father decided to tell him that Gabriel was the mission.

For now.

How infuriated he was when these words were spoken.. The idea of having to live amongst these people any longer was irritating. He was incredibly judgmental, yes, but that was his job. It was hard for him not to look at someone and see all of their indiscretions. This alone disgusted him to the point where he wanted to get rid of Gabriel and be done with this world. Though he wasn't sure it was going to work out that way.

Tell me, Phanuel, how is our good brother Gabriel doing?

A wave of anger flushed over Matthew now. Gabriel was closest to Matthew, having been a bit of a mentor to him over thousands of years. When Gabriel had lost his horn and fallen from grace, Matthew was one of the last presence that stood in the heavens. That was of course, before he was tossed down to do his fathers dirty work. He wondered, however, if Fabrisiel knew anything of Gabriel’s presence here on earth.

"You mean you haven't asked him yourself? I would have thought by now you'd have heard of his residence here. I'm sure he'd be happy to know of your homage to him, and how you've surely brought shame to his name." Matthew narrowed his eyes, his glare baring through the bars as he could only make out a faint outline of the magicians body. "As for me.. well, seems you've said it all, brother. Lazy, hopeless.. quite inclined to let someone else do all the work for me. Ironically enough, that someone else was you."

Though, Matthew hadn't time to finish his sentence before Gabriel pulled his phone from his pocket and suddenly he could here people running down the hall way. As Fabrisiel's final words fell from his mouth, so did Matthews. A solid mix of warning and promise. "You know as well as I do that no one gets back into the heavens without my word, Fabrisiel. When I get out of here, I'll be sending you straight where you belong."

Gabriel would know this to be true of Phanuel, even if he didn't believe that this was Matthew's true form. If he were to die, he would be sent back to where he came from, or straight to hell where he belonged. Inevitably, this decision would come from Phanuel, who served as a bit of a screener during the purging process.

When the four men flew through the doorway, Matthew noticed that one of them had a bottle of holy oil, and another a book of matches. He wasn't entirely sure what the other two men were for. Intimidation factor, he figured. The man with the holy oil quickly started to pour a circle around the cage Matthew was held in, as the other man dangled the book of matches in Matthew's face.

"Lookie what we got 'ere, a birdy stuck in a cage." All of the men laughed heartily.. maniacally. They were taking pleasure in the idea of torturing this man. "Looks like you ain't goin' nowhe'e" He spoke as he flipped open the top of the match book. It didn't take Matthew or his reflexes long to react to this motion. With a quick swipe of his fingers the matches were in his hand.

"Now listen, if you retreat out that door right now, I'll let.." He paused, looking around at the three men before him, as the fourth continued to encircle around his crate. "Two of you live. Now, that's a pretty fair deal considering you're trying to kill me right now. If you don't leave, I'll kill you all."

He waited only a moment, as the men looked at each other. However, his proposition seemed to only amuse the men, causing loud laughter to erupt from all four of them. "Not much you can do inside 'at little crat' now is the'e?" The man asked, sticking his face no more than six inches from the bars in which Matthew's was practically pressed against. "Right then." Matthew started, "You'll be the first to die." With that, a large flash of light bounced throughout the room, causing a bit of paralyzing shock in the men standing around him. With hardly any effort, the latch on the door of his cage came unscrewed and he was outside of the box.

"So, it would seem you haven't taken me seriously." He spoke, his arms crossed over his chest as he weaved through the stiff bodies that stood around him. "What are you going to credit this to? Magic?" He laughed deeply, mocking Gabriel's 'talent', if you will. These men believed he was some sort of powerful magician. "I'll show you magic, then." Another type of laughter came from Matthew then, it was deeper and more maniacal sounding. Though it was only audible from inside the room, as the walls seemed to be completely soundproof. So even if Gabriel had been sitting outside, waiting for the men to emerge, he couldn't have known that Matthew was inside almost tearing them limb from limb as he punished them for standing in the way of his duties.

He disappeared, then, and if Gabriel had returned to the room he would find his minions there, dislocated and insufficient. Phanuel would be gone, waiting until Gabriel had realized there was nothing more he could do.