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Stranger Games Bio
Aug. 25th, 2014 02:05 pmOld Gin Charlie
So much more than (Charlie’s waking me)
To my core and (Charlie’s shaking me)
Tell my story (Charlie’s making me)
Charlie’s making me smile
Oh whoa now...
- “Charlie,” Red Hot Chili Peppers
Gin Charlie was one of the first brought to this world, back when they had only begun this experiment. He wasn’t the first, but one of them, and he’s stayed around. He’s been killed and brought back so many times, he’s stopped physically aging. No-one knows how old he is, or remembers where he’s from. As his name predicts, a bottle of gin is never far from his hands, and the days when he’s perfectly sober are few and far between. (They revive him on a regular basis due to chronic liver failure...but he goes right back to drinking every time.)
From mercenary to gladiator to master of the dorms, Gin Charlie has been here a long, long time. He’s the main go-through for the scientists. He watches the dorms, makes sure the rules are....more or less followed....and gives reports on fighting strength. But don’t make the mistake of thinking Gin Charlie is on their side. He makes a good profit on the side selling contraband to the Otherworlders (cigarettes, alcohol, some drugs, condoms...), tends to overlook minor infractions of the rules, and makes sure every Otherworlder gets a chance at choosing their role unmolested. Yet he’s not on the side of the Otherworlders, either.
Gin Charlie’s apparently on his own particular side, though what purpose his actions serve is so far a mystery.
Gin Charlie is ugly, with a brute square jaw, a nose broken so many times it’s impossible to tell the original shape, crooked teeth with one of the upper front ones missing, and hair he keeps chopped short. He doesn’t seem to have facial or body hair to speak of, but he has plenty of scars and a mosaic of faded tattoos, the lines blurred and the colours fading. Gin Charlie’s eyes are dark brown, his hair brown going grey, and he stands at six foot even. He’s old but still well-muscled, body gone lean and spare with muscle and heavy bones. He’s a very experienced fighter, and even drunk enough to stagger he moves more quickly than you’d think. Start a fight with him and you might wake up in the lab again, being rebuilt. He was very popular during his run as a gladiator, and some nights they bring him back to the ring for a fight. Those nights always draw a big crowd; Gin Charlie knows how to please a crowd.
But for all his drunkenness, Gin Charlie is easy-going and kindly-spoken, if gruff. He won’t coddle anyone, but he’ll be gentle to the newcomers and help them out as they need it. It takes a lot...a lot to make this man mad, but eventually it can be done. Gin Charlie swears like a soldier, offers everyone who looks downcast a drink (even minors and those not-all-human) and tends to pop up around the corner right when you start looking for him. He’s almost eerily easy to find, come to that....
Rumors surround him, and Gin Charlie likes that. He never gives a straight answer about himself, but he’ll drop a suggestion to make the current gossip juicier. The most frequent rumors are, of course, that he’s crazy and talks to nobody late at night (or to someone named “Molly”), that he’s not even human but a construct of the scientists, and that he has a moonshine still in his room. This last is not true, but Gin Charlie never squashes it. There’s always going to be some speculation about where he gets all that alcohol....
So much more than (Charlie’s waking me)
To my core and (Charlie’s shaking me)
Tell my story (Charlie’s making me)
Charlie’s making me smile
Oh whoa now...
- “Charlie,” Red Hot Chili Peppers
Gin Charlie was one of the first brought to this world, back when they had only begun this experiment. He wasn’t the first, but one of them, and he’s stayed around. He’s been killed and brought back so many times, he’s stopped physically aging. No-one knows how old he is, or remembers where he’s from. As his name predicts, a bottle of gin is never far from his hands, and the days when he’s perfectly sober are few and far between. (They revive him on a regular basis due to chronic liver failure...but he goes right back to drinking every time.)
From mercenary to gladiator to master of the dorms, Gin Charlie has been here a long, long time. He’s the main go-through for the scientists. He watches the dorms, makes sure the rules are....more or less followed....and gives reports on fighting strength. But don’t make the mistake of thinking Gin Charlie is on their side. He makes a good profit on the side selling contraband to the Otherworlders (cigarettes, alcohol, some drugs, condoms...), tends to overlook minor infractions of the rules, and makes sure every Otherworlder gets a chance at choosing their role unmolested. Yet he’s not on the side of the Otherworlders, either.
Gin Charlie’s apparently on his own particular side, though what purpose his actions serve is so far a mystery.
Gin Charlie is ugly, with a brute square jaw, a nose broken so many times it’s impossible to tell the original shape, crooked teeth with one of the upper front ones missing, and hair he keeps chopped short. He doesn’t seem to have facial or body hair to speak of, but he has plenty of scars and a mosaic of faded tattoos, the lines blurred and the colours fading. Gin Charlie’s eyes are dark brown, his hair brown going grey, and he stands at six foot even. He’s old but still well-muscled, body gone lean and spare with muscle and heavy bones. He’s a very experienced fighter, and even drunk enough to stagger he moves more quickly than you’d think. Start a fight with him and you might wake up in the lab again, being rebuilt. He was very popular during his run as a gladiator, and some nights they bring him back to the ring for a fight. Those nights always draw a big crowd; Gin Charlie knows how to please a crowd.
But for all his drunkenness, Gin Charlie is easy-going and kindly-spoken, if gruff. He won’t coddle anyone, but he’ll be gentle to the newcomers and help them out as they need it. It takes a lot...a lot to make this man mad, but eventually it can be done. Gin Charlie swears like a soldier, offers everyone who looks downcast a drink (even minors and those not-all-human) and tends to pop up around the corner right when you start looking for him. He’s almost eerily easy to find, come to that....
Rumors surround him, and Gin Charlie likes that. He never gives a straight answer about himself, but he’ll drop a suggestion to make the current gossip juicier. The most frequent rumors are, of course, that he’s crazy and talks to nobody late at night (or to someone named “Molly”), that he’s not even human but a construct of the scientists, and that he has a moonshine still in his room. This last is not true, but Gin Charlie never squashes it. There’s always going to be some speculation about where he gets all that alcohol....
