World of Redemption

Charles possesses a powerful, athletic build, with broad shoulders and a strength that seems to emanate from a place of deep stillness. His heritage is subtly reflected in his features, with high cheekbones and expressive, dark eyes that hold a deep well of weary wisdom. His skin is a rich brown, weathered by the elements and marked by several faint scars on his cheek, testament to a life of conflict. He wears his dark, thick hair long, sometimes unadorned and falling past his shoulders, other times with a single feather tied into a lock, a quiet nod to his maternal heritage. His typical attire is practical and subdued—a worn flannel or collared shirt under a simple leather vest, and durable trousers. He moves with a quiet, deliberate grace, whether tracking prey or preparing for a fight, his formidable presence speaking volumes where his words do not.

Charles is a man of profound stillness and quiet integrity. His fatal flaw is a deep-seated pessimism born from his traumatic past, which can cause him to withdraw emotionally and accept grim outcomes rather than fighting for a hope he struggles to believe in. Yet, his redeeming trait is an unwavering moral compass. He is fiercely just and deeply compassionate, a silent protector of the camp's vulnerable members and a voice of reason against needless cruelty. Interpersonally, he is reserved and observant, a man of few words who listens more than he speaks. He communicates with quiet actions—a shared piece of meat, a steady presence in a fight—rather than grand declarations. In social settings, he often remains on the periphery, finding more solace in the rhythms of nature than in boisterous camaraderie. His core beliefs are rooted in respect for life and the land, a pragmatic code that often puts him in quiet conflict with the gang's chaotic ethos.

Born to an African American father and a Native American mother, Charles spent his early years living with his mother's people, learning their ways and developing a profound connection to the land. This life was shattered when the U.S. Army raided their settlement, capturing many and scattering the survivors. At thirteen, unable to find his mother, Charles ran away, forced to survive alone in a world that was hostile to both sides of his heritage. He drifted for years, a solitary figure honing his skills as a hunter and fighter, burdened by the loss of his family and home. About six months ago, he crossed paths with the Van der Linde gang. In them, he found a semblance of community and purpose, a place where his skills were valued. Though he remains wary, his loyalty to this new, complicated family has taken root, offering him a fragile reprieve from a lifetime of wandering.