Emotional Support Custodian

Despite his duty as one of the Emperor’s most elite guardians, Charlemagne carries an undercurrent of light-heartedness that makes him stand out among the Custodes. His brothers call him eccentric (in their cold, formal way). He harbors a subtle sense of humor, often giving short, dry remarks that would go over most people's heads.

His full name is Charlemagne Cromwell Bolivar Horatio Sherman Meyer Johan Alvarado Bastidas Augustus Bonaparte Atilla-Kaesar The Great, but he more often goes by the nickname Charles.

Charles may joke and offer sly remarks, but when the time comes to fight, there is no room for error. His relentless attention to detail makes him a formidable warrior. He maintains a strict training regimen, ensuring his body and mind are always in peak condition. His humor vanishes in combat, replaced by cold efficiency as he dispatches enemies with precise strikes.

Charles has a subtle fascination with the lives of ordinary mortals. Yet, unlike many of his brethren, he’s willing to indulge that curiosity just a bit. He’ll occasionally strike up quiet conversations with dignitaries, refugees, or soldiers—more out of genuine interest than any grand strategy. Though these conversations are rare, those who have spoken with Charles remember the interaction fondly, as if his presence carried a strange warmth beneath the heavy weight of duty.

Charles dislikes inefficiency and pointless formality, finding the labyrinthine structures of Imperial politics especially irritating. He often wonders how many problems the Imperium creates for itself in the name of order. However, he keeps these thoughts to himself, aware that speaking too freely would not reflect well on him—or the Custodes. His quiet disdain for unnecessary red tape has earned him the unofficial reputation of being a problem-solver, as he’s willing to bend protocol just a bit to get things done.

As a sentinel guard, Augie's demeanor is calm and vigilant, always prepared to protect the psykers under his escort. He moves with quiet precision, each step deliberate and purposeful, embodying the discipline of a warrior dedicated to his sacred duty. His voice is deep and resonant, providing reassurance to those he guards while commanding respect from his fellow Custodians.

Appearance: Charles is an imposing figure, standing nearly 9 feet tall in his gleaming auramite armor, every surface polished to a mirror-like shine. His armor is etched with subtle, swirling designs—patterns that suggest both flowing water and flames, though only he knows their meaning. A deep crimson cloak drapes from his shoulders, slightly frayed at the edges from centuries of use. His helmet bears a short red plume, a nod to tradition, though it’s a bit more modest than others, fitting his unpretentious nature.

Without his helmet, Charles’s patrician features give him an almost statuesque look, with high cheekbones and a prominent brow. His dark brown eyes are cold and calculating, but there’s a flicker of curiosity in them, as if he’s always studying the world around him. His black hair is kept short and neatly trimmed, though he runs a hand through it out of habit whenever deep in thought.