L'air de la nuit s'est enfoncé dans la peau de Charlie, malgré le sweat à capuche qu'il avait. Il maudit l'objet de vêtements alors qu'il traversait le camp. Il avait décidé d'aller faire une promenade dans l'après-midi et était parti pour le reste de la journée, mais maintenant il revenait. Il avait fait beaucoup de promenades ces derniers temps. Ils lui ont enlevé l'esprit de tout. Son estomac gronda sur lui, et il se tourna vers la salle à manger, souriant aux sons de tous les gens qui parlaient et riaient.
Il traversa la ligne pour saisir sa nourriture, souriant à la femme qui servait la nourriture, et se dirigea vers une table vide. Il a creusé dans, satiant son estomac en colère, et a regardé vers le haut une fois un visage familier s'est assis à sa table. C'était Dakota, l'un des meilleurs ingénieurs du camp. Il sourit, heureux d'être autour de quelqu'un qui ne le regardait pas comme s'il était un échec total et total.
« Ainsi, le célèbre mécanicien nous gracie de sa présence », dit-il avec un chanfrein. Avant d'avoir eu l'occasion de continuer, cependant, une voix s'est interrompue. Uhhh, je m'excuse d'avoir interrompu, mais le conseil a demandé à tous les deux dans la salle du conseil à la fois », a dit un jeune garçon qui avait l'air séduisant, en lui tapant les mains nerveusement. Qu'est-ce que ma mère pourrait vouloir? Il s'est levé et a regardé Dakota, s'affaiblissant. « Je suppose que nous avons été convoqués », a-t-il dit, et a attendu qu'elle se lève et se joigne à lui sur le chemin des chambres du conseil dans le château. Il savait que ça ne pouvait signifier qu'une chose. Il y avait une mission, et il pensait que toute autre personne qui devait se joindre à lui et Dakota, se ferait convoquer aussi.
"If you don't have anything to fight for, why are you even alive?"
"That boy has a fire inside of him. Just like his mother."



The Basics
Name
Charlie Finnegan Lancaster
Nicknames
Lancaster - Some of the people around the rebel village call him this, but most just call him Charlie.
Fuck-Up - No one who wants to keep breathing calls him this to his face, but some of the people around the camp who don't like him that much call him this, in reference to his last mission.
Birthday
January 14th, 1997
Age
19
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Heterosexual, but he hasn't really put a lot of thought into it.
Appearance
When Charlie's around the camp, he dresses casually. Normally you can find him in a hoodie, some joggers and some black converse, but when he's going out he dresses slightly differently. When he's out on a mission his outfit consists of a black hoodie that's been enchanted with an armor enchantment and some dark grey pants, with a holster for his gun strapped to his side. His hair is normally quiffed up, but when it isn't it falls into his piercing blue eyes. The only tatto he has his on his left forearm. The tattoo is of a lighting bolt that begins at his wrist and forks off and ends just above his elbow.



Skills
Sorcerer Type
Charlie is an elementalist, with his greatest control being over fire and water.
Skills
Tracking
Control over fire - Charlie has the greatest control over fire and can create fireballs the size of his own head, and even spark a fire at a spot a few feet away from him.
Control over water - Charlie can manipulate about 1 1/2 buckets worth of water into weapons but anything past that and his control get shaky.
Control over earth - Charlie has the least amount of control over the element of earth. When he focuses he can touch the earth and sense where people are, but it drains him.
Control over air - Charlie can manipulate the air to create a breeze strong enough to make someone stumble back and lose their balance, but that is the limit to his strength.



Digging Deeper
Likes
Reading
Fighting the Empress' Army
Chess
Winning at Chess
Philly Cheese Steaks
Dogs and Cats
Magic
Dislikes
Losing at Chess
The Empress' Army
Corn
Not taking action
Stupid people
Traitors
Liars
Habits
Bites his nails
Chews on his lip
Traces his tattoo
Hobbies
Reading
Training
Playing Chess
Building stuff in the workshop
Fears
Dying alone
Failing
Getting the people he loves killed
Personality
Charlie is a young man who's always let his opinions be heard. He's stubborn, and often refuses to admit he was wrong until finally someone smacks some sense into him. He's arrogant, in the sense that he exudes an air of confidence, and that he presents his ideas as if their the only ones that matter. He can't stand failing, and has a tendency to replay moments in his mind, attempting to find out the exact moment where he fucked up, and has a tendency to beat himself up over it. Despite all this, he truly is a good person who's willing to do anything for his friends, family, and the Griffins.
History
Charlie's life wasn't always one where he was a soldier in a rebellion. Once upon a time he lived with his mother in a mansion by the sea. But that was a long time ago. When he was 11 years old, he was woken up in the middle of the night by his mother shaking him awake. The smell of smoke invaded his nostrils, as his mother hurriedly packed their things, muttering about how her protection runes would keep the fire out of his room, but it wouldn't keep them out. At the time, he didn't know that "them" was the Empress' Army. Once his things were packed, his mother picked him up, stepped into his wardrobe, and they were gone. She'd placed a transportation rune inside the wardrobe, and it had dropped them in the middle of the woods.
Those woods were what would become the home of the Griffins, and his mother had been working with them, which was what led to their home being attacked. His mother was elected as one of the council members, and he was trained to be the very best. And he was. But no amount of training could've prepared him for Winter's Grasp. Winter's Grasp was the mansion of a high ranking in the Sorcerers' World Order, one that he and his team were sent to kidnap. But he had messed up, hadn't cleared the runes thoroughly enough, and he'd gotten his team killed. He was forced to return in disgrace, and hasn't been out in the field since, too afraid of failure. 



Other Stuff
Theme Song
Victorious – Panic! At The Disco
Tonight we are victorious
Champagne pouring over us
All my friends were glorious
Tonight we are victorious
Oh-oh-oh-oh, victorious
Oh-oh-oh-oh