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Name: Charlie “Chicken” Little
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Appearance: Charlie is a thin figure. Standing a little less than 5’10” he doesn’t present much of an imposing figure. His face is pale and gaunt, like it hasn’t seen the light of day in many years. He is often slightly hunched over, as if a constant weight is pressing on his back. His fingers are long and spindly and his sharp face holds a head of tussled brown hair, which he often pushes back behind his ears in constant nervousness. His eyes are speckled gray, like the clouds of an overcast day before the storm. He is often dressed in shabby black suits, just slightly out of fashion, with a dark black cane that never leads his side. He looks much older than he actually is.
Personality: Charlie is a nervous wreck. Whenever he leaves the house, he is constantly glancing around. Constantly worried, constantly paranoid, Charlie is known for a slight twitch that manifests itself in different body parts depending on the setting. He speaks hurriedly and quietly; as if he’s worried there every word he speaks is costing him his life. Psychologists theorize some that he has some onset of schizophrenia or Aspberger’s syndrome. He often won’t leave the house, having a plethora of phobias that run through his mind. The only thing that seems to calm him, is mechanical tinkering. The constant attention drawn by machine clockwork and mechanical labor seems to temporarily distract him. Yet, despite all of these psychological fallbacks, he does possess a strong desire to be a hero, which often is the only thing that drives him from his small house in foggy London town.
Bio: Charlie was a bizarre child. In his early years, he was plagued by the smallest of fears. Even as he grew older, nothing seemed to shake the sense of unease that he developed. The kids on the playground quickly became aware of his weirdness and laughed and teased him to no end. They deemed him ‘Chicken’ for his constant irrational fear. His parents were concerned, incredibly aware that their child was abnormally distraught with his seemingly normal life. They would bring him to the park, they would bring him to various London carnivals, anything to try and put a smile on his face. However, the only thing that seemed to give him temporary relief was a little tinkering with simple clockwork toys.
One fateful day, when Charlie was 11, he was sitting underneath a tree in the park. His parents were sitting on a bench nearby, enjoying the beautifully normal day. The next thing they know, there’s a sudden scream. His parents came running as young Charlie stood screaming, staring at the heavens, gray eyes opened as wide as the gates of Hell as he shrieked out a single phrase.
“THE SKY IS FALLING!”
His parents took him own, quickly getting him out of the park as he continued to scream this one single phrase. He screamed, and screamed, even as his larynx blew out and his vocal chords grew hoarse, he still did not stop. His parents eventually had to call in a doctor, who drugged him and forced him to sleep… When Charlie awoke, he finally stopped screaming. His parents tried to blow the event over, but everyone in the park at heard. Other parents were angry with Charlie, who had upset a lot of their kids with his screaming that day. That anger translated to Charlie, who from the moment he went back to school, was treated as an ostracized exile. He was the crazy now, the weirdo. “Chicken Little.”
Charlie retained his trademark sense of unease, but it began to get even worse. He began to get paranoid, constantly suspecting students of playing pranks on him or talking about him behind his back. When he was 15, he wildly proclaimed his teacher was going to fail him for simply being weird. When he was 17, he shouted in the hallways of his school about how none of them were going to do anything special in life. His outbursts grew rowdier and more disturbing, until finally, when he turned 18, his tearful parents were confronted by the school board. Charlie needed help.
Charlie was consulted by all kinds of psychiatrists. Psychoanalyzing Freud-wannabe’s all stuck there tools in him and asked him their questions. “Aspberger’s” some said, with a definitive nod. “He’s a schitzo” claimed others defiantly. What was clear was this: Charlie Little could not function in normal society. Deemed unable to rightfully think for himself, Charlie was placed under the care of the state, who agreed with the government’s request to keep him in psychiatric care. Charlie Little was 18 when he was sent to the asylum…
Charlie spent 10, long years in the asylum. He was subjected to all kinds of psychiatric prodding- electroshock therapy, steam therapy, constant questioning and analyzing. Yet all it seemed to do was increase his paranoia. Nothing could alleviate the sense of foreboding that overwhelmed his body. Often, he would simply lie in solitary, quiet, shaking, eyes ablaze with the sense that something terrible was going to happen. He would shout to the guards, most of the things nonsensical. To the London government, it was official. Charlie Little was just another unfortunate crazy.
On year 11 of Charlie’s incarceration, something big happened. In an event known as the Grubmah Disaster, an entire fleet of zeppelins exploded over London. Thousands of people died in an instant, and the fiery wreckage of the fleet descended on London in the worst accident in a hundred years. The people cried. The government shook its head in sorrow. A famous photograph of the fiery heavens was spread across all the newspapers, with a single caption beneath it:
“The sky is falling- and London looks on in terror.”
No one drew the connection between this huge disaster and one little freakout in a park over 15 years ago. No one besides the great wizard Aesop that is… Aesop knew the anthromorphized tale of Chicken Little had been adapted from a real event. His own spellweaving with animals had led him to research as much. He began to dig deeper, going through archives and his own records, until he found a small news article describing the embarrassment of that particular day. His old eyes widened in interest. This was an interesting tale to be sure…
Using his few connections, and a bit of magical influence here and there, the great wizard Aesop began to observe Charlie from within his cell. He recorded all of Charlie’s outbursts and ranting, taking special note of any seemingly random tirade he would go on. Another year went by. Of those 365 days, Charlie made about 278 outbursts. Aesop was able to confirm 139 actual occurrences, within that year alone. Aesop was convinced. He managed to secure Charlie an early release, purchased a small house, and prepared to greet him and explain what he thought was occurring.
Unfortunately, Aesop died mysteriously after securing Charlie’s release. Most who did not know him, suspected age. Others that knew the wizard, suspected much more sinister means.
Charlie Little now lives alone, in this prepaid, small house. All he has, is a single letter from Aesop, informing him of few key things, about himself and what he suspects might happen. Little does Little know how much London will need of him…
Powers: Prophecy- Charlie Little, unbeknownst to most and still relatively not understood by himself, has the gift of prophecy. He can see visions that express the immediate and far future. He unfortunately, does not have very good control over this ability, and it often manifests in very sporadic ways and at very inconvenient times. He has not yet learned how to control what he focuses these visions on, but since receiving Aesop’s letter, he has been trying to gain more control over his ability. Aesop theorized that his gift of prophecy is what results in his constant paranoia- it is simply his body’s reaction to the near-constant sensing of future danger. The paranoia is not entirely unfounded; Charlie Little possesses quick reflexes and an uncanny sense for danger, not unlike that of animals who can sense storms or predators.
Gadgets: Due to his paranoia, Charlie always carries a small flint-lock revolver with him. It fires a simple six rounds, but he mainly keeps it unloaded, to ease his mind.
Due to his aptitude for mechanical tinkering, Charlie has devised a multitude of steam/clockwork devices. These are mostly scattered around his small house, and very few are of any practical value. He does carry a home-made, telescopic spyglass with him at all times, and his cane can extend into a bo-type staff weapon (often times it does more harm than good).
Story: Chicken Little
Talents: Charlie has a good intuition for mechanical tinkering. He can fix many basic clockwork and steam-based appliances as well as being able to understand how much of modern, London technology functions. He is an amateur inventor, often creating menial and non-practical devices to occupy his mind and distract him from his constant paranoia.
While not trained in any form of fighting, Charlie’s instinct for self-preservation and his unconscious prophetic reflexes, allow him to defend himself in a very haphazard manner. He is currently trying to train himself to utilize this more, but his fear makes any type of aggressive training less than productive.
Theme Song: (I'll try to think of one)