[she wolf warrior]

Mark, they're gorgeous <33

[yeena]

[Cheeb]

xxxxx
xxxxxit was that time of year again.
xxxxxhe stood outside in the howling wind, hood of his jacket hitting him in the face, a flashlight in his hand. in front of him sat a house - no, not a house. that word wasn't majestic enough to describe the old manor. sitting on the outskirts of the small old town, it was a lost relic. trees loomed over it, their branches bending and twisting, reaching out to caress the old building. it was tucked away, where nobody would find it, unless they knew where to look. it was full of stories, and secrets, and...
xxxxxghosts.
xxxxxhe made his way past the gate effortlessly. there was a gaping hole in the fence, with its bars bent and destroyed. the front door used to be boarded up, at one time, but those wooden boards were long gone. it was all already tampered with. there was nothing valuable left in the manor (or, if there was, it was hidden) because of how many rebellious teenagers decided to go and see if they could uncover anything. it was a place of mystery, you know. the type of place one might be afraid of.
xxxxxbut he wasn't afraid. this old house was his friend.

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xxxxx
►►name truman andrew ramos; usually goes by teddy
►►gender male
►►age 27
►►birthday february 16th
►►orientation pansexual homoromantic

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xx►►who is this nerd?
xxxxxteddy is, well, a dweeb. he has a passion for both science and fiction, and believes heavily in ghosts and spirits. he gets really into it, but is embarrassed, since it’s such a childish thing to be fond of. he gets passionate really easily, in fact; however, he usually tries to keep it to himself.
xxxxxon the outside, teddy tries to act suave and slick. of course, he fails miserably at being a smooth-talking gentleman, but he’s pretty chill. he just sort of… hangs out, and adds snarky comments to earn some laughs when the time is right. he generally goes with the flow - whatever happens, happens. he’ll often tag alongside his friends when they do stupid stuff, encouraging their antics.
xxxxxteddy craves adventure and excitement. as a child, he was quite a scaredy-cat, and afraid of almost everything. however, now, as an amateur ghost hunter, he loves the thrill of life. unfortunately, along with this, teddy loves to pick fights - he finds it exhilarating. this gets him into sticky situations sometimes.
xxxxxwhile he seems pretty chill most of the time, teddy’s a huge mess on the inside. his biggest fear is that he disappoints people - he’s convinced that his parents hate him for being such an irresponsible idiot, and he desperately wants to be liked. he hides this all, though; it would complicate his life, and he generally likes to keep it simple.
xxxxxbasically, teddy is a sweet little dork with a passion for supernatural stuff. he tries to act cool, but it pretty much fails. he's sort of a go-with-the-flow type of guy, and likes the adventure and chaos of life. he likes anything that's thrilling, and craves the adrenaline rush. he's a little offbeat, but he's cool with being offbeat.


art to the left by lonk (immask1)!

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xxxxxit was all too familiar to him. he’d been there year after year, waiting for the ghost maiden to show up, but… alas, she never dared to show her face. he didn't want much - just a picture or , proof that her weeping soul still wandered the manor, but his dream was never to come true.
xxxxxhe was determined, though. he could wait.
xxxxxhe’d already waited, in fact. this was a tradition for him. ever since that one daunting experience as a child, he knew that this was his passion. a long time ago, when the boy had just reached the double digits, his friends dared him to spend a night in the old, spooky mansion that people claimed was “haunted”. even though he was a crybaby, a wimp, and scared out of his mind, he complied.
xxxxxthe first time around, it was terrifying. it was darker than the night itself, and noises were heard left and right. the creaking of a floorboard, a little critter scurrying along, a loud slam! he spent most of that night huddled in a corner, sobbing his crybaby eyes out.
xxxxxbut, hours into this experience, he realized something, something very crucial. nothing had happened to him yet. while it was spooky, and chilled him to the bone, he was fine. with tentative footsteps, he made his way into the thick of the manor, trying to keep himself calm.
xxxxxhe found himself appreciating its old, dusty beauty - the interior that would've once been considered lavish, the elegance of the halls. while many things were broken, their remnants were a reminder that they were beautiful, at a time. it was almost a symbol of how fragile beauty is. he wondered why a place like this was of such a sorrowful fate.
xxxxxeven though he was afraid, he was mystified, and, well… he felt that he needed to know more about the old place. it seemed like there was something unsolved about it.
xxxxxjust then, he heard a loud noise.

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xxxxx►highly superstitious
xxxxxteddy believes heavily in superstitions - he won't step under a ladder, and fears cracking mirrors. he doesn't pick up pennies in the usual way: he honestly believes that they'll bring him a day of good luck. he constantly carries little good luck charms with him, since he thinks they actually work. who knows? maybe they do... teddy's buddies poke fun at him for it, but nobody can shake him. the only common superstition that he doesn't believe in is that black cats are unlucky. (he thinks they're pretty cool.)
xxxxx►bites nails
xxxxxfor a guy who's pretty relaxed, teddy compulsively bites his nails. or, well, he'll chew on anything. pencils, pens... it's all fair game for him! he tries to stop doing this, but it's a nervous habit. so, you'll often find him chewing on gum, trying to avoid the temptation.
xxxxx►snaps a lot
xxxxxwhenever something good happens, or he even just wants to make a point, teddy will snap before or after his sentence. it's overly dramatic and a bit silly, but for him, it's just instinct. his friends often make fun of him for it - when they're mocking him, they'll make sure to snap several times. he doesn't really care, though.


art to the right by lonk!

xxxxxthe little plumerian shuddered. the noise was a loud crash, as if something had knocked over. he'd heard strange things all throughout the night, but nothing as awful as this one. was... was he alone? or was someone else there? this fear only rose when he remembered the stories that were told about the manor.
xxxxxoh, god.
xxxxxthey said - and still say - that the old house in the woods is haunted. there's a long story behind it, in fact. a rich man, immersed in himself and his own desires, built it a long time ago. it was fancy and exquisite, and he had maids and butlers attending to his every need. one maid, in particular, was almost like a personal assistant for the man. she was dedicated to him, and belonged to him. she didn't know much of life outside of working, but she was determined to succeed at pleasing him, anyways.
xxxxxone night, the rich man got fed up with his faithful maid. she tried her best to do everything he asked, but she was starting to become sick, and her workload was ever-growing. she collapsed to the floor in front of him, too tired to even stand, begging for the man's forgiveness. he was apathetic, however, and didn't care. this wasn't good enough.
xxxxxand, well... her life was taken that night.
xxxxxlocal legend was that the ghost of the maid still lingers in the house, wandering, weeping about how she wasn't good enough. sobbing over the long life ahead of her that was cut short. it was a spooky story, but... nobody really believed it, right?
xxxxxhe turned the corner, looking for the source of the sound. if there's r-really a ghost in here, he thought, i'm going to see it.

art above by lonk!

►►passions
xxxxx►ghost hunting
xxxxxwell, this one's sort of self explanatory. teddy loves ghosts and spirits, and really wants to catch one on film. so far, he's had absolutely zero luck. he's done some crazy things to get into old buildings, things that aren't always lawful... but, he's never even seen a ghost, nevertheless got a picture of one! teddy is one-hundred-percent convinced that he'll manage to find one someday. until then? well, he'll just keep dreaming.
xxxxx►photography
xxxxxteddy likes photography, but he really sucks at it. he's just not artistic enough to do something truly inspiring. he's okay at holding a camera, and his pictures come out fine, but they're... lame. he works at a little photo company, the kind that takes pictures for school picture day and all that. it's good enough for him, and he likes it. since he's not the best photographer, teddy knows he's never going to get anywhere with it - but he's alright with that.
xxxxx►beanie babies
xxxxxit's sort of unexpected, but teddy really loves beanie babies. ever since he was little, he'd always ask for them on his birthday. he has a pretty good collection - over eighty of the little plushies. teddy doesn't have any really valuable ones, but, in his own words, "they're all valuable to me!" he'd probably cry if he was able to see a royal blue peanut the elephant, which is perhaps the rarest one of all.

xxxxxthat first night was a beautiful memory, one as clear as day. he was never able to find that ghostly maiden, but he still had hope. he wanted to know that she was real. he knew he heard her. she was wandering around, hopelessly, a lost spirit. so, every year on that same day, he returned to the manor in search for the ghost he was so sure was there.
xxxxxtoday was that day.
xxxxxhe pushed the door open, glancing at the little corner in the front hallway he had spent a night crouched in as a child. he smiled. he used to be so scared, so afraid... what happened? well, to tell the truth, he was still a little scared. but after spending so much time trying to find the presence of a spirit, he was able to tune out his fears.
xxxxxit was time. the moon was blocked out by thick clouds that rolled overhead, and the tall trees' branches rattled outside, tapping on the roof of the manor. the air was brisk, and the wind was whistling through the gnarled trees. the plumerian held his flashlight steadily, ready for whatever might come his way. this place held a special meaning to him, and while it was unorthodox, it was comforting to know that the creepy old house was there for him. it was more than just a place. it was...
xxxxxhome.

art above by lonk!

hhhh good luck everyone !! q o q
side note - since plumies with powers are prohibited, teddy never actually sees any ghosts. ever. as a ghost hunter, he's quite bad at succeeding |D

[average.]

hi, my name is

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username; howling.
Name; case
gender; male
age; tricky ol 14

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I was looking at the plume forums, and this green boy
caught my eyes. I could see him with a 'c' name.Hmm....
CASE! I quickly started typing, and this happened. Hope
you enjoy, I see some amazing art and forms already!!

*headshot*

Case is very tall. He fixes his part every now-and-then. Case is calm, but very laugh -able at times. He like watching ASDF videos, over and over again, then laughing about it with his friends. He is not your grade-A student, but his is smart enough. When he is flagging and/or toilet papering someone's house, he's the head of it all, knowing what to do, when to hide, etc. Case says 'got it' wayyy too much. He is very nice around girls, (which is not surprising) and he has a lot of friends. Case always has a smile on his face, even when situations are sad or depressing, which makes his friends mad. Aaand.. He's terrible at lying & keeping secrets.

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It was, the night, the one and only. Case was having a sleepover with his friend, Cedar. And, as Cedar predicted, they were going to toilet paper Krieg's house. "Hokay," Cade started telling Cedar what, where, who, how, and when. "We're going to Kreig's house. You know where that is, correct?" Cedar nodded. "We will hide in that bush near their house. Then we watch for cars, and creep up to the door. I will be holding all the flags and rolls, so no worries." Case gave Cedar a convincing smile. "Okay?" He asked. Cedar nodded again. "But," Case continued, and rose his finger high in the air, "IFFFFF, a car comes, we will be ready. It will be, like, 11:00 and we will totally see the light coming. I will say, 'yummy donuts!' and we'll...." He got in position. "EVERYBODY DO THE FLOP!" Then he fell face flat to the floor. Cedar said, checking his watch, "It's about 11:00, we'd better hurry. I'll wait here while you get your, 'stuff'." Case started running, then said, "It'll be fun!! Don't worryyyyy...." as he ran down the hall. "Oh dear," Cedar said to himself. "We might get caught by the police. I obviously don't trust Case. Hmph. We live we learn," he smartly stated ,"Probably."
They neared the bush. "Coast clear," Case stated like a super-secret agent or something. It was hard to see in the pitch-black darkness, but they could make out a house like Krieg's. "G-got your paper?" Cedar asked. "Yup," Case replied with a stupid smile on his face. They dashed towards the house. Cedar could feel his heart thumping in his chest. It felt like it would burst out of his chest any second. This was bad news, to Cedar at least. "Throw the toilet paper up like this," Case said while doing just so, 'And it'll fall down like this. Tear off the piece then repeat. Got it?" Cedar slowly nodded. He picked up the toilet paper and tossed. "This... is kinda fun." He said. After a few minutes, they were both pumped. "HEE HEE HEE I FEEL SO EVILL" Cedar cackled as he dashed across the lawn, pushing flags into the ground. Suddenly, bright headlights of a car came by. "yummy donuts. YUMMY DONUTS!!" Case loudly whispered as he fell flat on his face. Cedar didn't pay attention. "hhe he ehhehe" he sang. Case looked inside the car. Wait, a familiar face... Krieg!!!!!!!! "CEDAR! CEDAR GET AWAY!" Case yelled at he tugged at his shoulder. They quickly jogged down the block. They went inside the house, sweaty, faces red. Their paws clung to the wall. "That was scary." Cedar mumbled. "YUH, YEAH! BUT THAT IS WHAT MADE IT AWESOMEE!" Case cheered. There was a silence. "sleepover tomorrow?"

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LIKES

ASDF videos
laughing
hanging out with younger kids
YouTube
Candy
sugar
Brussel sprouts
annoying noises
the ladies
Parks & recreation
talking
secret missions
toilet paper
flagging
caution tape

DISLIKES

My little pony
silence
most fruits
SpongeBob
being serious
smart stuff
math
science
writing
enemies
Being clean & organized
hanging out with people older than him
bright light
drawing, because he thinks he is bad

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CEDAR
When it comes to case and cedar, cedar
is the smart one. Case usually calls him
'dork' or 'nerd' but in a friendly, playful way.
Cedar doesn't mind.
Case and Cedar have sleepovers ALOT.
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KRIEG
Krieg isn't really Case's friend... or enemy.
..say, frienemy? Usually it's Krieg who is
the one who get's teased and pranked,
but it's just normal. Usually, he gets
mad when they don't invite him to sleep
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All art is by me <3
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---➛name;; alexandrite
---➛nicknames;; alex
---➛nationality;; german
---➛residence;; pasadena, california

---➛sex;; male
---➛gender;; nonbinary
---➛pronouns;; he/them
---➛sexuality;; demisexual
---➛romanticism;; panromantic

---➛mtbi;; intj
---➛alignment;; chaotic neutral
---➛star sign;; sagittarius
---➛speaks;; german, english
---➛disorder(s);; bipolar

---➛song;; holding on to you
---➛education;; in college, caltech
---➛majors in;; chemistry

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Alexandrite is one of contradictions, largely resulting
from his crippling bipolar disorder and his affinity for
knowledge. On the average day he comes across as
casual and composed, with a "cool guy" exterior and
a snarky attitude. In an upswing he could be called
confident if not straight up arrogant - in these moments
he's clever and he knows it, and isn't afraid to let other
people know it either. Unfortunately, in a downswing
this attitude is completely polarized. Instead of confidence,
he's suddenly got crushing depression and self loathing,
where nothing he does is ever enough and everything is
his fault. Unfortunately, this transition can occur neigh
instantaneously given proper provocation. He has been
described as a "Knight in Sour Armour" archetype on
account of the fact that despite trying to do the right thing
and generally having a good heart, the universe has played
him for a total sucker and he's understandably bitter about
it. This, among other experiences, weigh down on him,
showing up in the form of a sort of bitter apathy towards
situations he understands to be hopeless. He has a low
tolerance for things he considers to be wastes of time,
and even less tolerance for people who annoy him. On
the flip side, though, to people he cares about he's been
shown to be a loyal friend. In a good mood he can actually
be quite friendly, prone to teasing and sarcastic banter.
Trouble is, one can never be sure how long this attitude
will last.

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✔ Helpful, but in ways which he deems profitable or interesting, sharp witted, intellectual, can tell when it's either a good or bad time to say or do something, planning, productive, intuitive, retains information well, smooth talker.

✖ Blunt and to the point, prone to being manipulative, king smartass, cynical
when angered, short temper, excellent liar, reclusive tendencies, unpreductable.



✔ intelligent others, chemistry, cats, sweet food, piano music, skywatching, tidiness, hockey, neon colors, adventure novels

✖ ignorance, laziness, overly optimistic attitudes, fish, disarray, spicy food, dull colors, being proven wrong, not being able to fully grasp the meaning of something

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[Master of Nothing]

Cʜᴀʀʟɪᴇ Rᴀɪɴ

☂☁ϟ☂☁ϟ☂☁ϟ☂☁ϟ☂☁ϟ☂☁ϟ☂☁ϟ☂☁ϟ☂☁ϟ☂☁ϟ☂☁ϟ☂☁ϟ☂☁ϟ☂☁ϟ☂☁ϟ☂☁ϟ☂☁ϟ☂☁ϟ☂☁ϟ☂☁ϟ☂☁ϟ☂☁ϟ☂☁ϟ☂☁ϟ

First Name ⋯ Charlie
Middle Name ⋯ Abel
Last Name ⋯ Rain
Gender ⋯ male
Biological Sex ⋯ intersex
Orientation ⋯ sapioromantic demi-homosexual
Ethnicity ⋯ half Danish, half South African
Age ⋯ 26
Occupation ⋯ linguist/sniper
Personality Type ⋯ENFP
Social Class ⋯ upper class philanthropist

«Wɪᴛʜ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴜɴɴɪɴɢ, ʜᴇ sᴛᴏʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛs ᴏғ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ.»

☟☟☟

Ｔｈｅ Ｏｕｔｓｉｄｅ

An overview ➵
• gray/black hair •
• pearly white straight teeth •
• dark skin •
• dark brown tailcoat •
• black fedora with a silver pen in the ribbon •
• sleek black cane •

What Else?

Charlie is quite the charming young gentleman. He's got dark skin and wavy black hair, with perfect teeth that one could only assume were bleached. He has a clean-shaven face that exposes his defined jaw. He's basically the cheesiest, most handsome looking guy that you can think of, but he's not even trying! He doesn't make much of an effort in his appearance, though he makes sure he at least looks presentable in public. His wardrobe is stuffed to the brim with styles ranging from the 1890's to the 1940's. He doesn't even mind the funny looks he gets when he walks into a grocery store looking like Sherlock Holmes! Due to his bad leg, he requires a cane, but he's grown a bond to it that it's just an accessory now. His voice is deep and sleek sounding, with a slight Danish accent. He's very tall and lean, with a fair but not ridiculous amount of muscle. To the average outsider, Charlie can look quite intimidating because he literally towers over everyone, and now matter his mood, he tends to hold a cold stare. He's not someone a stranger would very easily bother, but he's not necessarily unapproachable, either.

Ｔｈｅ Ｉｎｓｉｄｅ

Stark ▸ Good-humored ▸ Cautious ▸ Decent ▸ Hospitable ▸ Ambitious ▸ Harsh ▸ Protective

Charlie really is a good-natured soul. To those he knows, Charlie is as close to perfect as one can get, but only Charlie knows otherwise to be true. He's quite the gentleman, always going out of his way for those who need his help. He's considerate and thoughtful, always surprising people with gifts and generosity. When asked why he does this so needlessly, Charlie replies: "Needlessly? Ha! In the poison of this world's diminishing sense of compassion for total outsiders, I encourage others to join me in this 'needlessness' you speak of. Just a sprinkle more of kindness in the world, and suddenly we look back and see we have improved." He has this sort of motherly quality to him, a constant desire to protect those who are lost and broken. He knows too well the feeling of hoplessness, and wishes not the same feeling on others. Regardless of all of his amiable traits, he's sometimes taken the wrong way when he gets snappy and harsh, but the intensity of these feelings are increased due to PTSD, and half the time he doesn't know the damage he does to others when he gets in these moods.

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Hobbies ツ
- Gardening
"I do it in my free time, quite fun if you ask me! Relaxing, too, except when I find some kind of pest eating my plants!"
- Trying new foods
"Ooo, this is something that I really love! Every Thursday night, that's what I have for dinner. Gotta mix it up!"
- Sewing
"Old grandma hobby? No longer! I make it cool."

☄ Wishes ✯
- Get a tattoo
- Tour Europe
- Get promoted
- Have proof that he's honestly appreciated

Fears ‼
- Drowning
- Small spaces
- Blood
- Choking or being choked
- Violence and weapons

Quirks ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
- Constantly taps left foot, except when standing
- Cannot think without absolute silence
- Scrunches up nose and shoulders when nervous

Ｔｈｅ Ｒｅａｌｉｔｙ

An overview ➵
Charlie had a fairly normal past, with hard-working middle class parents and a relatively calm life. He lived on a small farm in the middle of nowhere, owning many animals and exploring the vast expanses of his backyard whenever he wasn't doing chores. By the time he turned eighteen, Charlie had no idea what to do with his life. His parents, recognizing the potential that their poor little pacifist son could be a living weapon, signed him up for the military and sent him off to boot-camp. Little did Charlie's well-meaning family know what kind of an impact this decision would have on his life.

Dear parents,
Things seem to be going well for me so far! I've made some friends already, though I'll admit that they're a little more gruff than I and engage in unattractive behaviors that I am not accustomed to, but they're good people. The training doesn't bother me that much, really. It's just the mentality of it all, like the marathons I'd run at home. I just keep reminding myself that it's good exercise. That is the honest truth, really. In the two weeks I've been here, I've gotten a pretty strong six-pack! Believe that! I've also been told that my unit is not likely to be deployed to war, which is pretty nice. However, I've also been told by my higher-ups that I'd make a pretty good soldier in the real battlefield. I think they just say this because I like to show off at the shooting range. I'd never intend to harm anyone, but doing a back-flip in midair and shooting soft, harmless bullets is pretty fun. They call me race-car here; I guess I run faster than most, and none of the guys will take it seriously that my initials spell "car". I hope you guys are doing fine back at the house! Tell my duck, Neil, that I miss him - if, that is, you haven't eaten him for meat yet!
~ Charlie R.

Linguist
After retiring from being a sniper, Charlie became a linguist, which is his current job. He enjoys it because he's quite good at languages and their roots, and because he can do his entire job from home. He's never required to go elsewhere because an audio transmission or text segment can easily be sent to his laptop. It makes everything convenient for Charlie, since walking around is quite the effort for the poor guy. Unlike some, he is very passionate about his work, and wouldn't trade it for anything else.

Dear parents,
Excuse me, but my letter will have to be short. Haven't gotten much downtime recently. Going off-seas. Wish me luck, I'm thinking about you. I love you!
~ Charlie R.

Health:
- Paralysis of the right leg
- 20/30 vision
- PTSD (see below)
- Blood type O negative
- Chronic headaches
- Good eating and exercising habits

I'm crying right now. I'm coming home... On the third day of being in this awful place, we were already in our first battle. I don't know what happened, honest! The last thing I knew before I blacked out was a booming sound from behind me and a headache-like sensation. When I woke, I was in the hospital. The doctors told me it'd been a bomb, and I was lucky my right leg didn't get amputated. However, I no longer have any feeling in that same leg. I can't move it anymore, anyway. The doctors say I'd be lucky to ever walk again, but I joke that back home someone needs to be walking the dog! Point being, I was honorably discharged for my injury. I suppose you guys will be stuck with me for a while, until I can get back on my feet... Literally and figuratively, of course. The general visited me earlier today and suggested some other ways that I could still help out, and my mind got glued to the idea of a linguist. I already know two languages, what's one more? Or two? Or five... See you soon!
~ Charlie R.

PTSD
*As a quick disclaimer, I do realize that PTSD is a very serious condition and is not to be taken lightly. I do not believe this is a "cute" thing to add to the character's concept or anything to that effect, and I did not do this just for the sake of something extra. I've done my best to do research, and apologize if I'm not on-point on anything. If anything involving my description of PTSD is found to be offensive, please pm me and I will remove it.

Charlie has PTSD, which he got by his time at active war; especially after he was damaged from a bomb. He insists that his life isn't gravely effected by PTSD, but it did change some things about him. For one, he's always shy about going to unfamiliar places. He has to analyse a space very thoroughly before deciding it's safe; he doesn't want to risk anything that could potentially be dangerous. He also sometimes gets anxiety attacks during these circumstances: if he sees a weapon; even if it is an imitation of the real thing, when someone or something moves very suddenly, when anyone comes up behind him without warning, and when there are loud noises, like thunder. He also has frequent nightmares that replay his experiences in his mind. In that event, the best thing for him to do is get up and occupy his mind with something engaging but fairly simple, like watching tv or playing a game of solitaire. It definitely causes unrest in Charlie's life, and it bothers him more than he lets on ( he hates explaining it or bringing it up in conversation), but being the optimist he is, Charlie figures that he's better off than others.

Krieg squinted at his black chess pieces, glancing to look up at a smug Charlie Rain. They sat at Charlie's dining room table, faintly listening to a rusty clock tick time away. Krieg visited Charlie often to earn a few bucks. Every once and a while, though, they just liked to bond together. They were great friends.
"You'll never win like that, kid." Charlie teased, taking a sip of coffee.
Krieg snickered. "What makes you think that, old man?" he replied, moving a knight to take place of one of Charlie's bishops.
Charlie shrugged. "This?" he moved the white queen and with a flick of his wrist made the figure knock down the black king. Charlie raised an eyebrow. "Checkmate."
Krieg sighed. "Okay, okay." he started to get up from his seat. "Nice to see you, Mr. Rain. Same time next week?"
Charlie grabbed the boy's shoulder and sat him back down. "Hey! Giving up so soon? How about two out of three?"
"What makes you think I can beat you next time?"
Charlie shrugged. "I don't know. Fine then, if you want to quit, so be it. I'm just an old man to you, right? A weak man that needs assistance? Wrong! Sit down. You are the weak one. Prove to me you are not."
Krieg widened his eyes, sighed, and sat back down. "Fine then! Game on."

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