Post by Charles on Aug 26, 2010 15:22:06 GMT -5
Name: Charles Guthrie
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Appearance: Charles is about six feet tall with some-what long blond hair and blue eyes. His body is well toned for activities such as running, climbing, swimming, and quite possibly fighting if he ever got stuck in that situation. He is not what some people would call a muscle-head. His face can either be seen with a smile that leaves you unsure if he is joking about what he just said or takes pleasure in being right or this serious expression that signals for the other person to run.
In all aspects of his wardrobe, Charles looks like a street kid that has some connections to a gain. He wears beanies, gloves with the fingers cut off, and baggy jeans. His shoes vary depending on what he plans on doing for the day, but he usually is wearing running shoes. His hands are always in his pockets, and it looks like he is reaching for something, but Charles never produces anything out of them.
Personality: Charles is a guy that is on the road of redemption. He tries to do things that he thinks will make up for the mistakes in his life like his choice to quit high school a year before completing it. Charles has very good street skills like spotting someone who could be trouble, but lacks things that someone who went to college knows like advance subjects like philosophy and politics.
He is usually friendly to people when first meeting them, but if someone does something that he views is bad then it takes a long time to get back in his good graces. Charles is not really a trusting person, so he is not going to tell his life story to every person that he meets.
Biography: Charles grew up in South Tulsa with his father and his younger brother, Todd. The three of them were not really close like most families, and they usually ended up getting into fights over something that none of them remembered later on. This was how his life ran until he was about seventeen. On his seventeenth birthday, Charles decided that he didn't need to go to school anymore because he wasn't learning anything that would help him in the real world. His father called this the weak man's excuse, so he threw Charles out of his house. This left Charles with only one choice, which was to do whatever was necessary to survive. This consisted of him learning how to do things that weren't regarded as legal like pick-pocketing, breaking into stores, and occasionally boosting someone's cars. He didn't do anything that would result in someone really getting hurt.
Eventually, Charles was recruited by a street gang that valued those with talent in the criminal arts. He agreed to join because he heard that the alternative was not pleasant. After a year with this gang, Charles got involved in a scheme which led to a kid being hurt. This event was a turning point for him, which somehow brought him to the point that he went to the cops to confess to his crimes. Instead of going to jail, Charles was talked into being an informant of sorts for the police in order to keep gang activities down to a minimum. Charles agreed to do this as he thought it would make up for all the bad things that he did in his life.
How they were recruited:
Charles woke up to the smell of smoke in his small apartment and figured that he had left something on the stove. He opened his eyes to see that the entire room was filled with smoke and that half of the room was on fire. The first thought in his head was that someone had found out that he was a snitch, and they were trying to take him out.
For once in his life, he was glad that he had fell asleep in the clothes that he had been wearing the day before, so at least he wouldn't have to run outside in his boxers. He ran through what remained of his bedroom door and started to make his way outside, but found that his front door was completely engulfed in fire. "Well doesn't that make this a little more difficult."
He scanned the room, while covering his mouth, for some way of getting out of this death trap. The only thing that he came across was the window that was on the same side as the river. The only problem was that he was four stories up not counting the fact that the river had been unusually low for this time of year. His odds of surviving the jump were about as good as his odds for finding another way out. "Next time, I find a place on the first floor."
His mind tried to figure if he would need to open the window in order to jump out of it, but Charles figured that this place was coming down anyway so a broken window would not be noticed. There was also the fact that he probably didn't have enough time to open the window before some part of the ceiling fell on him. "Here goes nothing." Charles ran straight at the window and jumped through it. The sound of glass shattering and wood cracking gave Charles the signal that the window had given way.
Instead of doing the smart thing and keeping his eyes closed, Charles opened them up after he went out the window. The sight he saw was the river coming at him very fast, and in a few second, Charles impacted with the water and knocked unconscious. He awoke inside of a van to two guys in suits staring down at him. "Hello Mr. Guthrie. Did you enjoy your trip?"
"Who are you guys? And why do I feel like I got hit by a bus?" One of the men chuckled and was given a stern look from the other man that meant that he should try to act a little more professional. "To answer your second question first, you jumped out of a window on the fourth floor on a building into a river that was technically five stories below it. Not the safest choice of escapes, but I do believe that it was the most interesting to watch." The other man still had a smirk on his face as the other man, who Charles was labeling in his head as being the Boss, was talking.
"As for your initial question, we are government agents for SPECTER, and we have a proposition for you, which you would be very wise to accept." Charles was getting the feeling that this was going to be like the situation with the gang was, and he figured that these men were a lot more dangerous then some street gang could ever hope to be. "We are going to offer you the chance to join a special group of people that are working to keep this world safe from all sorts of people. Would you be willing to join such a group Mr. Guthrie."
In reality, Charles could feel that there was something more to what this guy was saying, but he didn't care. He had been trying to find something big for him to do that would really make up for his past actions. "Sure, I'll do it." The Boss smiled at Charles answer and signaled for the funny guy to get something. "Excellent. Then let's move on to the next two subjects of your initiation into this group. First, we have made it apparent to local authorities that you perished in that fire we started. It can't be helped if you feel that we were being reckless, but we needed to test your ability to act under pressure. And I think you will find that we are going to put you in a better situation than the one you were in."
"Next, there is the matter of the bones you broke while performing your grand escape from that building. If you would be so kind as to touch the blue box that my associate is holding, then we can get started." The funny guy held up a blue box, and Charles touched it. It glowed for a minutes and sent a tingling sensation up his arm that felt like his phone was vibrating inside of his arm. "Now please touch are friend on the other side of you until you feel him calm down. Then, I want you to focus on becoming him until you feel a change."
Charles looked over at the cage to find a raccoon in a cage. He place his hand into the cage and touched the raccoon, while focusing on the animal. The raccoon had started out shaking but soon became still as if he were in a trance. Then following the man's instructions, Charles closed his eyes and began to focus on the image of the raccoon until he started to hear bones cracking. "Don't stop thinking about becoming the raccoon until I say so. "
He continued thinking about becoming the raccoon until the man touched him on the head. Charles opened his eyes to see that the two men were much larger than when the ride had started. The funny guy held up a mirror to show Charles that he had become the raccoon. "Well Mr. Guthrie. Welcome to the group know as the Animorphs."
Preferred Job: Fishery
Starting City: Hemington
First morph (optional): Raccoon
Have you Read the Rules?: haberdasher
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Appearance: Charles is about six feet tall with some-what long blond hair and blue eyes. His body is well toned for activities such as running, climbing, swimming, and quite possibly fighting if he ever got stuck in that situation. He is not what some people would call a muscle-head. His face can either be seen with a smile that leaves you unsure if he is joking about what he just said or takes pleasure in being right or this serious expression that signals for the other person to run.
In all aspects of his wardrobe, Charles looks like a street kid that has some connections to a gain. He wears beanies, gloves with the fingers cut off, and baggy jeans. His shoes vary depending on what he plans on doing for the day, but he usually is wearing running shoes. His hands are always in his pockets, and it looks like he is reaching for something, but Charles never produces anything out of them.
Personality: Charles is a guy that is on the road of redemption. He tries to do things that he thinks will make up for the mistakes in his life like his choice to quit high school a year before completing it. Charles has very good street skills like spotting someone who could be trouble, but lacks things that someone who went to college knows like advance subjects like philosophy and politics.
He is usually friendly to people when first meeting them, but if someone does something that he views is bad then it takes a long time to get back in his good graces. Charles is not really a trusting person, so he is not going to tell his life story to every person that he meets.
Biography: Charles grew up in South Tulsa with his father and his younger brother, Todd. The three of them were not really close like most families, and they usually ended up getting into fights over something that none of them remembered later on. This was how his life ran until he was about seventeen. On his seventeenth birthday, Charles decided that he didn't need to go to school anymore because he wasn't learning anything that would help him in the real world. His father called this the weak man's excuse, so he threw Charles out of his house. This left Charles with only one choice, which was to do whatever was necessary to survive. This consisted of him learning how to do things that weren't regarded as legal like pick-pocketing, breaking into stores, and occasionally boosting someone's cars. He didn't do anything that would result in someone really getting hurt.
Eventually, Charles was recruited by a street gang that valued those with talent in the criminal arts. He agreed to join because he heard that the alternative was not pleasant. After a year with this gang, Charles got involved in a scheme which led to a kid being hurt. This event was a turning point for him, which somehow brought him to the point that he went to the cops to confess to his crimes. Instead of going to jail, Charles was talked into being an informant of sorts for the police in order to keep gang activities down to a minimum. Charles agreed to do this as he thought it would make up for all the bad things that he did in his life.
How they were recruited:
Charles woke up to the smell of smoke in his small apartment and figured that he had left something on the stove. He opened his eyes to see that the entire room was filled with smoke and that half of the room was on fire. The first thought in his head was that someone had found out that he was a snitch, and they were trying to take him out.
For once in his life, he was glad that he had fell asleep in the clothes that he had been wearing the day before, so at least he wouldn't have to run outside in his boxers. He ran through what remained of his bedroom door and started to make his way outside, but found that his front door was completely engulfed in fire. "Well doesn't that make this a little more difficult."
He scanned the room, while covering his mouth, for some way of getting out of this death trap. The only thing that he came across was the window that was on the same side as the river. The only problem was that he was four stories up not counting the fact that the river had been unusually low for this time of year. His odds of surviving the jump were about as good as his odds for finding another way out. "Next time, I find a place on the first floor."
His mind tried to figure if he would need to open the window in order to jump out of it, but Charles figured that this place was coming down anyway so a broken window would not be noticed. There was also the fact that he probably didn't have enough time to open the window before some part of the ceiling fell on him. "Here goes nothing." Charles ran straight at the window and jumped through it. The sound of glass shattering and wood cracking gave Charles the signal that the window had given way.
Instead of doing the smart thing and keeping his eyes closed, Charles opened them up after he went out the window. The sight he saw was the river coming at him very fast, and in a few second, Charles impacted with the water and knocked unconscious. He awoke inside of a van to two guys in suits staring down at him. "Hello Mr. Guthrie. Did you enjoy your trip?"
"Who are you guys? And why do I feel like I got hit by a bus?" One of the men chuckled and was given a stern look from the other man that meant that he should try to act a little more professional. "To answer your second question first, you jumped out of a window on the fourth floor on a building into a river that was technically five stories below it. Not the safest choice of escapes, but I do believe that it was the most interesting to watch." The other man still had a smirk on his face as the other man, who Charles was labeling in his head as being the Boss, was talking.
"As for your initial question, we are government agents for SPECTER, and we have a proposition for you, which you would be very wise to accept." Charles was getting the feeling that this was going to be like the situation with the gang was, and he figured that these men were a lot more dangerous then some street gang could ever hope to be. "We are going to offer you the chance to join a special group of people that are working to keep this world safe from all sorts of people. Would you be willing to join such a group Mr. Guthrie."
In reality, Charles could feel that there was something more to what this guy was saying, but he didn't care. He had been trying to find something big for him to do that would really make up for his past actions. "Sure, I'll do it." The Boss smiled at Charles answer and signaled for the funny guy to get something. "Excellent. Then let's move on to the next two subjects of your initiation into this group. First, we have made it apparent to local authorities that you perished in that fire we started. It can't be helped if you feel that we were being reckless, but we needed to test your ability to act under pressure. And I think you will find that we are going to put you in a better situation than the one you were in."
"Next, there is the matter of the bones you broke while performing your grand escape from that building. If you would be so kind as to touch the blue box that my associate is holding, then we can get started." The funny guy held up a blue box, and Charles touched it. It glowed for a minutes and sent a tingling sensation up his arm that felt like his phone was vibrating inside of his arm. "Now please touch are friend on the other side of you until you feel him calm down. Then, I want you to focus on becoming him until you feel a change."
Charles looked over at the cage to find a raccoon in a cage. He place his hand into the cage and touched the raccoon, while focusing on the animal. The raccoon had started out shaking but soon became still as if he were in a trance. Then following the man's instructions, Charles closed his eyes and began to focus on the image of the raccoon until he started to hear bones cracking. "Don't stop thinking about becoming the raccoon until I say so. "
He continued thinking about becoming the raccoon until the man touched him on the head. Charles opened his eyes to see that the two men were much larger than when the ride had started. The funny guy held up a mirror to show Charles that he had become the raccoon. "Well Mr. Guthrie. Welcome to the group know as the Animorphs."
Preferred Job: Fishery
Starting City: Hemington
First morph (optional): Raccoon
Have you Read the Rules?: haberdasher