Charles Anthony Garlan Jr.

Head of Security at the Magnus Institute

[number1securitypersonel]

Rules and About the Mun

Hello people! I am Jesse! I just turned 20, my pronouns are He/Him Hey/Hem. And I am a multi muse account. I mainly focus on my ocs but I don't mind doing the occasional canon character if requested ^^ I am an autistic adhd artist who draws a lot of art of canons and ocs especially for rps. I also love yapping outside of rp and making funny memes and vine edits! My main rules are: Communication is a MUST (please talk to me) Please tell me when you are on do not disturb. I am not always going to understand hints due to being autistic. Biggotry is a huge no-no as I am queer, trans, and disabled. Be respectful. Have fun! I want us both to enjoy ourselves to don't be afraid to offer new ideas! Please understand I am very new to tumblr rp and I do not always understand how thing work! I may need help every now and then so please be compassionate and understanding. I do both casual and formal rps (high literacy) so dms are open for formal rps. Or casual! It really doesn't matter to me. Thank you for reading this! <3 -Jesse About Charlie Headcanons (TBA) Other Stuff (TBA) Connected Accounts

[theceaseless-eliasbouchard]

A man slowly walked inside of Elias' office with a look of embarrassment and fear. It was in fact Charlie, Head of Security (really only got that title because he's the only security guard on staff full time), looking really disheveled and quite shaken up. "Um, I'm so sorry to bother you so late but I uh..." He sat down and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "We had a bit of a situation in storage just a moment ago and I'm not quite sure what the protocol is for dealing with such a bizarre experience. I certainly wasn't going to go to Jon about it you know how I feel about telling him anything. So I came to you." @number1securitypersonel

"Ah. Charlie. And you will elaborate on the matter I assume?" Elias said as he took his glasses off. Leaning forward on his elbows. Gesturing the security guard to sit down.

[number1securitypersonel]

Charlie nodded. "Yes, sir." He slowly sat down and tried to gather his thoughts. He seemed like he was still trying to process the information. "I was doing a final round of the building before we locked up for the night like I always do. But when I got to the basement I heard sounds in one of the storage rooms. I thought maybe one of our clients got lost at first and I knew that was a security risk so I approached the rooms but... then I heard rummaging. Someone was looking through the archives but not in a hurry. Slowly, methodically. So I called out to them, telling them archival storage was off limits to the public." He paused for a moment. Like he was recounting something horrifying. "Whatever stepped out that door, it wasn't human. And it just... stared at me with a big smile, its long fingers curling around the edge of the door like a spider. The curls in it's blonde hair were like spirals." Charlie's brow furrowed with confusion. " It walked towards me and no matter how hard I tried to move, I couldn't. Then it spoke. "You're the security guard. You're quite the funny one. Willfully living a fallacy."" He stared for a moment as if contemplating. But he snapped out of it and returned to a more professional tone. "Then before I could even ask what it meant, it shoved me in the storage closet. The one that unlocks only from the outside. Luckily Martin came down not long after and he got me out. I looked around for anything that could have been taken but everything was in place aside from the open drawers and none of the staff was injured. I-... is there a protocol we have to follow for this? Why did it say those things? Why didn't it attack me like any other avatar I've encountered?" Charlie was stuck in a loop of constant internal questions, concerns and confusion. Only now they were making themselves outwardly known.

[theceaseless-eliasbouchard]

"Ah. That sounds like Michael. Not sure what he was doing here. Seems like you were in luck though.. that thing.. has quite some indescribably rage in that lanky and twisted body." He spoke as if it was the most normal thing ever to see someone like Michael around.

[number1securitypersonel]

He looked at Elias with concern. "How are you so calm about this? I-I don't know what to do and I feel like my head is spinning." He then looked down at his shoes, his figure becoming more closed off. "Elias, I.... I'm sorry I don't mean to question you but shouldn't we be taking this more seriously?"

[theceaseless-eliasbouchard]

A man slowly walked inside of Elias' office with a look of embarrassment and fear. It was in fact Charlie, Head of Security (really only got that title because he's the only security guard on staff full time), looking really disheveled and quite shaken up. "Um, I'm so sorry to bother you so late but I uh..." He sat down and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "We had a bit of a situation in storage just a moment ago and I'm not quite sure what the protocol is for dealing with such a bizarre experience. I certainly wasn't going to go to Jon about it you know how I feel about telling him anything. So I came to you." @number1securitypersonel

"Ah. Charlie. And you will elaborate on the matter I assume?" Elias said as he took his glasses off. Leaning forward on his elbows. Gesturing the security guard to sit down.

[number1securitypersonel]

Charlie nodded. "Yes, sir." He slowly sat down and tried to gather his thoughts. He seemed like he was still trying to process the information. "I was doing a final round of the building before we locked up for the night like I always do. But when I got to the basement I heard sounds in one of the storage rooms. I thought maybe one of our clients got lost at first and I knew that was a security risk so I approached the rooms but... then I heard rummaging. Someone was looking through the archives but not in a hurry. Slowly, methodically. So I called out to them, telling them archival storage was off limits to the public." He paused for a moment. Like he was recounting something horrifying. "Whatever stepped out that door, it wasn't human. And it just... stared at me with a big smile, its long fingers curling around the edge of the door like a spider. The curls in it's blonde hair were like spirals." Charlie's brow furrowed with confusion. " It walked towards me and no matter how hard I tried to move, I couldn't. Then it spoke. "You're the security guard. You're quite the funny one. Willfully living a fallacy."" He stared for a moment as if contemplating. But he snapped out of it and returned to a more professional tone. "Then before I could even ask what it meant, it shoved me in the storage closet. The one that unlocks only from the outside. Luckily Martin came down not long after and he got me out. I looked around for anything that could have been taken but everything was in place aside from the open drawers and none of the staff was injured. I-... is there a protocol we have to follow for this? Why did it say those things? Why didn't it attack me like any other avatar I've encountered?" Charlie was stuck in a loop of constant internal questions, concerns and confusion. Only now they were making themselves outwardly known.

[number1securitypersonel]

((Hey guys, sorry for my absence I've just been so unmotivated to engage with any accounts as of recently but I'll try to do it again. If you'd like Charlie to be in your inbox, don't be afraid to scream into the nearby tunnels under the archives /j))

[number1securitypersonel]

- @eliasbouchardofficial

Oh... this was very unexpected. Usually I'm just guarding the events. I wonder where Elias stashed that old suit of mine. Probably in the attic.

[stokering-it]

Tim? Is that you? - @number1securitypersonel

M̸̫̦͐â̵͓̬̖͗̔y̵͇̅̕b̵̛̩̤͋̕e̴͍̖̳̒…̵̩͕͚̄?̸̳͘ ̴̹̞̀͝S̸̤̃ͅo̵̠̍̈̈r̴̮̺̦͗r̷͙̦̈́͗ỳ̸̖͕͔,̵͔̙͛ ̴̨͓͈͋̾͝W̷̟̉̕ẖ̷̫̉̍̉o̴̧̩̺̎̕ ̷̩͖̔â̵͚͖r̷͙̃̈̒e̵̟͘ ̶̨̳̮̔͠y̴̟̫̞̿͘ỏ̵͚͍̗u̸̦̒.̶̺̓̇̂.̶̡̻̯̐͘?̶̪̓

[number1securitypersonel]

It's me. Charlie. We worked together.

[stokering-it]

D̵̼͂̔͜ö̴̰́è̸͔s̵̢͝͠n̴̘̐'̶̻̙̿t̵̮̎̅ ̵͕̓̚r̸͍͍͋͂e̴̛̞͠á̷̎͜l̶̤̙͑l̵̦͙̋̀y̵͔̬͘ ̶͉́r̸̫͉͋ì̵̗̪̈n̵̫̺̐̽g̵̱̈́͜ ̶͖̘̒a̸̧͔̅͋ ̶̨̜͆͗b̵̹̚e̵̞̎l̸̞͛̚ͅl̷̨̯͛͊,̸̭̱̔̈́ ̷̻̘̚ş̴̊͆o̷̹͑̉r̸̙̊̕r̴͔̘̄̿y̶̬͋.̶̺̤́̕

[number1securitypersonel]

So..... you don't.... remember?

[stokering-it]

Y̶̡̙͓̦̲̰͉̖̠̺̣̔̎͘ȩ̵̼̫̠̙̻̺̗̘̮̥̇̔̇̕͝á̷̖̠̻̍͒̉͛̋̀̓̊̉͜͠ĥ̶̢̝̱͙̜̭͉͕̂…̵̫̥̟͉̜̩̞̳̽̃͆̓̅̾̄̿̈͊̅̓̊ͅ

[number1securitypersonel]

I see. Well my name is Charles but I prefer Charlie. I love music, I'm head of security at the magnus institute and I used to make the coffee so strong it was undrinkable haha

[stokering-it]

Tim? Is that you? - @number1securitypersonel

M̸̫̦͐â̵͓̬̖͗̔y̵͇̅̕b̵̛̩̤͋̕e̴͍̖̳̒…̵̩͕͚̄?̸̳͘ ̴̹̞̀͝S̸̤̃ͅo̵̠̍̈̈r̴̮̺̦͗r̷͙̦̈́͗ỳ̸̖͕͔,̵͔̙͛ ̴̨͓͈͋̾͝W̷̟̉̕ẖ̷̫̉̍̉o̴̧̩̺̎̕ ̷̩͖̔â̵͚͖r̷͙̃̈̒e̵̟͘ ̶̨̳̮̔͠y̴̟̫̞̿͘ỏ̵͚͍̗u̸̦̒.̶̺̓̇̂.̶̡̻̯̐͘?̶̪̓

[number1securitypersonel]

It's me. Charlie. We worked together.

[stokering-it]

D̵̼͂̔͜ö̴̰́è̸͔s̵̢͝͠n̴̘̐'̶̻̙̿t̵̮̎̅ ̵͕̓̚r̸͍͍͋͂e̴̛̞͠á̷̎͜l̶̤̙͑l̵̦͙̋̀y̵͔̬͘ ̶͉́r̸̫͉͋ì̵̗̪̈n̵̫̺̐̽g̵̱̈́͜ ̶͖̘̒a̸̧͔̅͋ ̶̨̜͆͗b̵̹̚e̵̞̎l̸̞͛̚ͅl̷̨̯͛͊,̸̭̱̔̈́ ̷̻̘̚ş̴̊͆o̷̹͑̉r̸̙̊̕r̴͔̘̄̿y̶̬͋.̶̺̤́̕

[number1securitypersonel]

So..... you don't.... remember?

[ask-tim-stoker]

Tim, Some of the employees in storage have been trying to get me to listen to this band called MGMT? And while you would be the last person I would trust in terms of musical taste, I do consider you a friend and I trust you to be honest. Do you know anything about this.... "MGMT" and if so....... is it right on? - Charlie

[ @number1securitypersonel ]

ive only heard a couple songs, but I liked them well enough, so give them a listen if you want :3

[number1securitypersonel]

Tim this band is so right on! You can't tell anyone I like this modern music.

[stokering-it]

Tim? Is that you? - @number1securitypersonel

M̸̫̦͐â̵͓̬̖͗̔y̵͇̅̕b̵̛̩̤͋̕e̴͍̖̳̒…̵̩͕͚̄?̸̳͘ ̴̹̞̀͝S̸̤̃ͅo̵̠̍̈̈r̴̮̺̦͗r̷͙̦̈́͗ỳ̸̖͕͔,̵͔̙͛ ̴̨͓͈͋̾͝W̷̟̉̕ẖ̷̫̉̍̉o̴̧̩̺̎̕ ̷̩͖̔â̵͚͖r̷͙̃̈̒e̵̟͘ ̶̨̳̮̔͠y̴̟̫̞̿͘ỏ̵͚͍̗u̸̦̒.̶̺̓̇̂.̶̡̻̯̐͘?̶̪̓

[number1securitypersonel]

It's me. Charlie. We worked together.

[tw1sty-b1tch]

Oh fuck no. Nope. No thanks. Good bye. Wrong door. [ @number1securitypersonel ]

y0u'D bE mIsTaKen, tHis iS tHe c0rRecT do0R

[number1securitypersonel]

nopenopenopenopenope goodbye no thank you.

[tw1sty-b1tch]

to0 lAtE¡ %)

[number1securitypersonel]

You can't take me anywhere, good sir-......... thing. It is prohibited by my employer.

[tw1sty-b1tch]

aNd wH0m miGHt y0uR eMpl0yer bE¿

[number1securitypersonel]

Elias Bouchard.

[tw1sty-b1tch]

i aM s0 iNcReDibLy s0rRy f0R y0u

[number1securitypersonel]

Why? He saved my life and has been nothing but kind and caring to me.

[tw1sty-b1tch]

hAs hE bEeN n0w¿ iNtErEstIng...

[number1securitypersonel]

Yeah. I owe him my life for everything he has done for me.

[tw1sty-b1tch]

Oh fuck no. Nope. No thanks. Good bye. Wrong door. [ @number1securitypersonel ]

y0u'D bE mIsTaKen, tHis iS tHe c0rRecT do0R

[number1securitypersonel]

nopenopenopenopenope goodbye no thank you.

[tw1sty-b1tch]

to0 lAtE¡ %)

[number1securitypersonel]

You can't take me anywhere, good sir-......... thing. It is prohibited by my employer.

[tw1sty-b1tch]

aNd wH0m miGHt y0uR eMpl0yer bE¿

[number1securitypersonel]

Elias Bouchard.

[tw1sty-b1tch]

i aM s0 iNcReDibLy s0rRy f0R y0u

[number1securitypersonel]

Why? He saved my life and has been nothing but kind and caring to me.

[tw1sty-b1tch]

Oh fuck no. Nope. No thanks. Good bye. Wrong door. [ @number1securitypersonel ]

y0u'D bE mIsTaKen, tHis iS tHe c0rRecT do0R

[number1securitypersonel]

nopenopenopenopenope goodbye no thank you.

[tw1sty-b1tch]

to0 lAtE¡ %)

[number1securitypersonel]

You can't take me anywhere, good sir-......... thing. It is prohibited by my employer.

[tw1sty-b1tch]

aNd wH0m miGHt y0uR eMpl0yer bE¿

[number1securitypersonel]

Elias Bouchard.

[tw1sty-b1tch]

Oh fuck no. Nope. No thanks. Good bye. Wrong door. [ @number1securitypersonel ]

y0u'D bE mIsTaKen, tHis iS tHe c0rRecT do0R

[number1securitypersonel]

nopenopenopenopenope goodbye no thank you.

[tw1sty-b1tch]

to0 lAtE¡ %)

[number1securitypersonel]

You can't take me anywhere, good sir-......... thing. It is prohibited by my employer.

[tw1sty-b1tch]

Oh fuck no. Nope. No thanks. Good bye. Wrong door. [ @number1securitypersonel ]

y0u'D bE mIsTaKen, tHis iS tHe c0rRecT do0R

[number1securitypersonel]

nopenopenopenopenope goodbye no thank you.

[ask-tim-stoker]

Hey Tim, thanks for letting me use your stapler. I wanted to return it to you. *sets down a block of jello with a stapler inside* :) [ @number1securitypersonel ]

what the fuck.

[number1securitypersonel]

Whaaaaat? :( I thought you'd want some jello and I needed to return your stapler so I killed two birds with one stone. I'd like to see you top this, Stoker.

[sillier-than-thou]

Heavy on the Arctic part

[number1securitypersonel]

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