Post by Charles Gabewight on Aug 6, 2009 15:01:07 GMT -5
Name: Charles Gabewight
Date of Birth: 11th November 1918
Hometown: Wootton Wawen
Species: Ghost
Occupation: At one time a soldier- now he doesn't do much of anything
Appearance: A slender man with wiry muscles. He wears a trench coat over his old WWI army uniform, and on his head he wear his officers hat. His hair, when the hat is removed, is neatly combed, as is the slim moustache that he has. His hair was one dark, and his eyes blue but with his new ghostly pallor- this is no longer the case.
Personality: A rather fopish young man, ignorant to others' points of view and who can't possibly understand that not all people might think exactly the same way that he does. This is not to say that he is an un-amiable young man, he's actually rather kind hearted- just an idiot.
Bio/History: Charles' job during WWI was a cushy one and he never saw hide not hair of the dark side of the war. His office job meant that he was making the decisions about where his men went and what they did. Despite this resulting in the deaths of many other young men, Charles was either too dumb to realise that the troops would hate him for this, or just figured that it was the right thing anyway and was too dumb to consider anything different.
Either way, on the last day of war he made the mistake of joking about the whole ordeal a tired and worn lad who'd gone over the top one too many times. The man promptly punched him and his head with cracked firmly on a metal pole- this was what ultimately killed him. Since his death (something that he never really minded) he has returned back to his home in Wootton where he hass stayed quite comfortably ever since.
Family: Not that Charles ever paid much attention, nor can really remember that well, but he was the oldest son of a family of five, with one twin sister whom he never particularly cared for and three younger sisters whom he hardly noticed that he had. Needless to say, the four of them probably weren't that upset to see the back of him.
Date of Birth: 11th November 1918
Hometown: Wootton Wawen
Species: Ghost
Occupation: At one time a soldier- now he doesn't do much of anything
Appearance: A slender man with wiry muscles. He wears a trench coat over his old WWI army uniform, and on his head he wear his officers hat. His hair, when the hat is removed, is neatly combed, as is the slim moustache that he has. His hair was one dark, and his eyes blue but with his new ghostly pallor- this is no longer the case.
Personality: A rather fopish young man, ignorant to others' points of view and who can't possibly understand that not all people might think exactly the same way that he does. This is not to say that he is an un-amiable young man, he's actually rather kind hearted- just an idiot.
Bio/History: Charles' job during WWI was a cushy one and he never saw hide not hair of the dark side of the war. His office job meant that he was making the decisions about where his men went and what they did. Despite this resulting in the deaths of many other young men, Charles was either too dumb to realise that the troops would hate him for this, or just figured that it was the right thing anyway and was too dumb to consider anything different.
Either way, on the last day of war he made the mistake of joking about the whole ordeal a tired and worn lad who'd gone over the top one too many times. The man promptly punched him and his head with cracked firmly on a metal pole- this was what ultimately killed him. Since his death (something that he never really minded) he has returned back to his home in Wootton where he hass stayed quite comfortably ever since.
Family: Not that Charles ever paid much attention, nor can really remember that well, but he was the oldest son of a family of five, with one twin sister whom he never particularly cared for and three younger sisters whom he hardly noticed that he had. Needless to say, the four of them probably weren't that upset to see the back of him.