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“Fire burns brighter in the dark.”
– Unknown
áður
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.
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.
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.
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
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
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. Well, fuck.
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.
- Lost - In more than one sense of it, really. She's been stripped of everything she was, and formed into everything she was not. Picking up the pieces and stitching them back together? Might be easier to just start over...
Contacts
- Widget - The doll is cute. But what the fucking fuck?!
- Damion - I... no. Just no. That's just not right, man.
- Raymond - Best lasagna in town.
- Dross - Surely a bastion of sanity in a city with weird water... doesn't talk much.
- November - I can see right through you. No, really. What the hell.
- Carter - Fancy cart. What were those things pulling it?
- Count - Thank you, for the meat and the advice.
- Uschi - Nasty case of mushroom-lung. Sounded healthier! Also doesn't talk much.
Gallery
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