DCC Carl is the Guy™ of all time. 6'3 ex-coastguard trained in hand-to-hand combat. Was 100% gonna fight Bea's rich lawyer dad for custody of her cat, Princess Donut. Religiously hits the gym 2-3 times a week. Is completely at ease saving the world in heart boxers and, when necessary, completely naked. Also embraces his luscious long hair. Has the uncanny ability to combine, bend, and break game rules to suit his needs. Despite his intelligence, still regularly falls back on "bomb the shit out of it" as a solution. Curses like a sailor. Says "I love you" with no hesitation. Has surrounded himself with competent, scary-ass women and when they go, "Carl you fucked up" his response is, "Yeah, I did. I'm sorry." Ultra daddy issues. Works hard to never become his father. The two times he prioritized ~sexy lady~ over survival he was literally charmed. A friend to everyone who has his and Donut's back, be they human, alien, sluggalo, goat, or sentient sex doll head.