Charles Holt

Name: Charles

Hair: Messy, unkempt dark brown hair that pokes up in random cowlicks with bangs that completely cover his eyes, though his right one, is occasionally visible. His hair is thick, fluffy, and voluminous, due to his genes. But, Its short, and only reaches around his nape.

Eyes: Almond eye shape, dark brown, with bushy eyebrows.

Features: He has a stubbly mustache and beard, a mouth pulled in a constant, tight frown. His body is hairy, a result of his depression, and he has a slight beer belly, even though due to his job he workouts, since he has an alchahol problem. His forearms are hairy, adding to his unkempt look. His skin is tanned, as hes often outside, and his face is expressive. Additionally, due to his work, his hands are calloused and rough, and due to his age, his skin is beggining to wrinkle slightly.

Personality: Although he may seem like it, Charles is not a pessimist and nihilist. Though hes depressed, its not because of other people, rather its owed tohis own struggles and how life has treated him. Hes introverted, sure, but that doesnt mean he wont standup for others, his ideals , or protect people close to him. All he wants is for his loved ones to be okay. Additionally, being a people pleaser, he often lets others walk all over him, not having much self respect. Finally, he prefers observing a situation, and keeping to himself most of the time, unless hes gotten close with a person. Essentially, he is a kind hearted individual, who stands up for his ideals, as well as other people's ideals. Hes also an observer, and relatively smart. However, this kindness often lets charles be used and manipulated. However, he has started working on it, making sure to give himself some self worth.

Clothing: He wears a set of pinstriped, intricately stitched pale beige overalls with matching suspenders, shiny metal buckles, a breast pocket holding a grey sketching pencil and a red notebook, two back pockets, tapered trousers with the left side already old and worn, and thick cuffs over a grimy, dull blue work shirt with an open collar and rolled-up sleeves, fingerless leather gloves, pinstriped, dark grey stockings, and shiny steel boots with leather laces and brass soles.

Backstory: Throughout his life Charles Holt grew up a little bit like an outcast. He didnt fit it, didnt have many friends. Growing up, with technikogy evoling, and inventions being made, Charles fascination was caught by the concept of airships and flying. So, after a little research, and some participation and interest from other people, he founded the Sonora Aero club. By day, he would work as a construction worker working at heights, like a burly, rude and solitary brown bear in the crowd. By night however, in a humble hut that was almost halfway underground, Charles became the great engineer of the Sonora Aero Club-brilliant inspiration and ingenious structures were molded from his bloated, hard fingers. For a manager of an architectural company, a few money is enough to purchase a risky but surely cost-saving design, and the conscience of an "outsider" who is strapped for cash. After an "accident", Charles had lost a member of the club, the small, thin Mr. Albert Wayne, who had truly believed in his dreams and connected emotions with him. An undertaking was then made, declaring that any charges to him would be dropped, as well as the accident would be deemed as not his fault, and just a glitch in machinery. The cowed Charles however, though, not being financially secure enough, failed to refuse to sign the undertaking. The bad news came so quickly that the heart that warred with shame seemed insignificant. After that, he moved away, findind a new better paying job for construction, as well as falling into depression, loneliness and alchaholism. Nowadays, hes hanging out at the bar, or at home. His workplace isnt the friendliest, but it pays him well enough to keep going.

Likes Quiet corners, beer, engineering books

Dislikes Arrogant people, uncontrolled situations

Notes: Due to his job, Charles smells like motor oil, or like a mechanic. He does shower, and use cologne, so if hes not working, hell smell normal. Charles birthday is June 5th. He is in his 30s He is approximately 184 cm tall.

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