Charlie OLD

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Player: Binkleheimer

Character Full Name: George Henry Pamela Henry Logan Amelia Smith Cooper Hunter Goldstein Foulwater Heavyhand, or as Kimee calls him, Charlie.

Character In-Game Name: Charlie

Nickname(s): Charles, Chuckie, Chuck, Coldwraith.

Association(s): Kimee

Race: Forsaken ( Undead Skeletal Construct )

Class: Mage

Age: 25, 21, 41, 24, 18, or 33, depending which body part you ask about.

Sex: Mostly Male

Hair: Bald

Eyes: None

Weight: 120

Height: 6'

Alignment: Lawful Evil

Appearance

As Kimee is quite meticulous about her appearance, so too is she meticulous about the appearance of her constructs. As such, Charlie wears well-made robes and carries a staff that Kimee herself enchanted.

Other: Uses the Forsaken model, even though he is clearly a skeletal mage.

Personality

Charlie acts as if it has an advanced AI but isn't sentient on its own. It displays a childish exuberance when fighting, seemingly like it's playing. Most of the time it hangs back, not saying anything unless spoken to. When it does speak, it sounds as if one is speaking with a little boy who broke a window. It seems to dislike being ignored, often trying to gain the attention of Kimee, begging for orders. Otherwise, it is largely a walking skeleton. One that can hurl massive bolts of ice at you.

History

Describing the past lives of each person that makes up Charlie's body would be too hectic. All that needs to be stated is that all six were magisters from Dalaran. Four were apprentices, two were masters, and each one ran afoul of Kimee one night. They spotted the Gnome practicing her dark arts alongside some of her apprentices, she had been holding a blade to a young man's throat, about to demonstrate one of the core theories of soul-binding, when they attacked. Unfortunately for the interlopers, the Necromancers were well beyond prepared. The battle barely lasted two minutes.

Using the best parts of what remained of each magi, she began constructing the Coldwraith. "Best to use the parts while they're still fresh," she told her students as she demonstrated the proper way to build the thing while the young man from before sat bound in the corner and watched in horror. It was grueling work, and several times were her fingers pricked by the sewing needle, but eventually she managed to craft the flesh well enough to resemble a bipedal Humanoid... thing. She isn't much of an artist with these sorts of things, and few are, but what resulted was something practical, and that suited her just fine.

She tried to soothe the young man, for he shook violently as she approached him with her blade drawn, but she put a finger to her lips and hissed softly. "I am about to give your life a purpose," she told him with a gentle smile.