Difference between revisions of "Charlene Walker"
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| − | { | + | {tab}Charlie doesn't talk about her past much, but that doesn't mean things can't be found out about her with a bit of digging. <br> |
| − | + | {tab}Up until she was ten, she was raised on a homestead in Oklahoma. Around that time, her parents got caught growing a certain sort of plant that the law tends to frown on. And this was before some states stopped frowning on it. They landed in jail with felonies, and she got shuffled off foster care, losing track of her folks in the process. At fourteen she flipped the system the bird and opted to go homeless, which was ironically simpler than the other crap. Already familiar with some of the crafts, she made a scraping-by with wire wrapped and/or knapped stones, and some simple salves made from the rendered fat of fresh roadkill and holistic plants. No, those poor bastards didn't know about the roadkill part. That, in a sense, the beauty of it.<br> | |
| − | {{ | + | {tab}With age came experience, and a quickly expanding web of interlocking skills. It grew from a means of getting food into a way to support herself, run mostly online from a phone app and with flat rate shipping boxes. <br>{tab}On a less mundane side of things, she's had some interesting run-ins with the Supernatural. Most have been fairly harmless - make a thing, get paid. Some have been more... involved and ended in ashes and the potential for problems later. |
| + | ===til staðar=== | ||
| + | {tab}Now, she's working on settling into the town, with a fresh bought warehouse in some shitty shape that she plans on fixing up while using it to run her business. In between a few disturbing misadventures. | ||
| + | ===framtíð=== | ||
| + | {tab}The future is an unknown, but the goals are simple, for now: expand the business, fix the warehouse. Not die. That one is kind of a biggie. Oh, yeah, and avoid the Jabberwockies. | ||
===RP Hooks=== | ===RP Hooks=== | ||
* '''Fame 2''' - Primitive crafting. Stone knapping, bowyer, fletcher, old style masonry, wood working, tanning hides, sewing, leather working, and blacksmithing. The combination puts her on the radar as someone that does high-quality, often custom, work. | * '''Fame 2''' - Primitive crafting. Stone knapping, bowyer, fletcher, old style masonry, wood working, tanning hides, sewing, leather working, and blacksmithing. The combination puts her on the radar as someone that does high-quality, often custom, work. | ||
| − | * '''Business''' - | + | * '''Business''' - Haegr Hamarr will soon be opened at OT03, by appointment only. The shop is set up to handle the wide variety of products she offers online and in the flesh. |
* '''Fire''' - It's her element. She's unafraid of it, and immune to it. Able to control and sculpt and snuff it out. This is how she heats her forge. | * '''Fire''' - It's her element. She's unafraid of it, and immune to it. Able to control and sculpt and snuff it out. This is how she heats her forge. | ||
* '''Something Happening Here''' - With a Eye for the Strange and Omen Sensitivity, she's fairly in tune with things just being not-right of off. It also means she's prone to jumping to conclusions that can be completely wrong, too, just because the dregs of her tea cup told her Death was about. | * '''Something Happening Here''' - With a Eye for the Strange and Omen Sensitivity, she's fairly in tune with things just being not-right of off. It also means she's prone to jumping to conclusions that can be completely wrong, too, just because the dregs of her tea cup told her Death was about. | ||
===Contacts=== | ===Contacts=== | ||
| − | * ''' | + | * '''[[Widget]]''' - The doll is cute. But what the fucking fuck?! |
| − | * ''' | + | * '''[[Damion]]''' - I... no. Just no. That's just not right, man. |
| − | * ''' | + | * '''[[Dross]]''' - Surely a bastion of sanity in a city with weird water... |
| + | * '''[[November]]''' - I can see right through you. No, really. What the hell. | ||
===Gallery=== | ===Gallery=== | ||
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“Fire burns brighter in the dark.”
– Unknown
áður
{tab}Charlie doesn't talk about her past much, but that doesn't mean things can't be found out about her with a bit of digging.
{tab}Up until she was ten, she was raised on a homestead in Oklahoma. Around that time, her parents got caught growing a certain sort of plant that the law tends to frown on. And this was before some states stopped frowning on it. They landed in jail with felonies, and she got shuffled off foster care, losing track of her folks in the process. At fourteen she flipped the system the bird and opted to go homeless, which was ironically simpler than the other crap. Already familiar with some of the crafts, she made a scraping-by with wire wrapped and/or knapped stones, and some simple salves made from the rendered fat of fresh roadkill and holistic plants. No, those poor bastards didn't know about the roadkill part. That, in a sense, the beauty of it.
{tab}With age came experience, and a quickly expanding web of interlocking skills. It grew from a means of getting food into a way to support herself, run mostly online from a phone app and with flat rate shipping boxes.
{tab}On a less mundane side of things, she's had some interesting run-ins with the Supernatural. Most have been fairly harmless - make a thing, get paid. Some have been more... involved and ended in ashes and the potential for problems later.
til staðar
{tab}Now, she's working on settling into the town, with a fresh bought warehouse in some shitty shape that she plans on fixing up while using it to run her business. In between a few disturbing misadventures.
framtíð
{tab}The future is an unknown, but the goals are simple, for now: expand the business, fix the warehouse. Not die. That one is kind of a biggie. Oh, yeah, and avoid the Jabberwockies.
RP Hooks
- Fame 2 - Primitive crafting. Stone knapping, bowyer, fletcher, old style masonry, wood working, tanning hides, sewing, leather working, and blacksmithing. The combination puts her on the radar as someone that does high-quality, often custom, work.
- Business - Haegr Hamarr will soon be opened at OT03, by appointment only. The shop is set up to handle the wide variety of products she offers online and in the flesh.
- Fire - It's her element. She's unafraid of it, and immune to it. Able to control and sculpt and snuff it out. This is how she heats her forge.
- Something Happening Here - With a Eye for the Strange and Omen Sensitivity, she's fairly in tune with things just being not-right of off. It also means she's prone to jumping to conclusions that can be completely wrong, too, just because the dregs of her tea cup told her Death was about.
Contacts
- Widget - The doll is cute. But what the fucking fuck?!
- Damion - I... no. Just no. That's just not right, man.
- Dross - Surely a bastion of sanity in a city with weird water...
- November - I can see right through you. No, really. What the hell.
Gallery
Soundtrack
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