#charles roberts

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Winter’s done, and April’s in the skies, Earth, look up with laughter in your eyes!” — Charles G. D. Roberts,

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LIEUTENANT CHARLES “GHOST” ROBERTS · 35 · SNIPER · SHADOWED COMMANDO · TAKEN

" Life isn’t fair, it’s just fairer than death, that’s all. "

ORIGIN:

London, England

TRAITS:

+ Dedicated, Protective, Adaptable

- Reckless, Bitter, Insecure

BIOGRAPHY:

THERE IS A WAR OUTSIDE, COME SEE THE BULLETS FLY.

Charles didn’t know happiness for the first decade of his life. The eldest of three children, Charles only knew that his mother had died giving birth to his sister, and that his father hated Annie for it. Too many times, he heard his father curse Annie for being the reason he was stuck with three selfish, greedy brats to deal with alone. Charles took over the role of caring for them, and it was a common sight in their street to see Charles with his arms full of Annie, and Henry hanging onto his threadbare jacket so he wouldn’t fall behind.

It was also a common sight to see Charles senior drunk. He’d gamble what little money he earned, or waste it on the next drink, until his vices lost him his job. His temper grew worse, and the younger Charles started acting as a shield to protect his siblings from their father’s wrath. Even at such a young age, he knew he couldn’t rely on others to protect them. They had to work for everything. His father often complained that everything cost something, a lesson the younger Charles took to heart.

It was when he was 8 they had something of a reprieve. For most, the Great War was a tragedy, but for Charles, it became a form of freedom. Charles senior decided to fight, or was made to fight. Charles never knew what motivated his father, but it meant the children no longer had to worry about the next slap.

Their life didn’t get much easier though. Without no one else, they ended up homeless, forced to beg or steal. Whenever possible, Charles tried to find work, but he was only young, and no one trusted a child that looked like they hadn’t bathed in months. Whatever he earned or stole was spent on food, and Charles would often go without to make sure his siblings had enough. After a while, they joined up with a couple other homeless children, and they’d all share what little they had. Sometimes, a child would never come back to the little camp they made, and they’d never know why. Charles had gotten used to not getting answers, preferring to focus on the moment.

Although he wasn’t the eldest, Charles was easily the most charismatic. Whenever he could clean up properly, he’d manage to talk adults into trusting him with work, which always meant more food.

They never got word their father was dead, but when the war ended and he still hadn’t come back, 11-year-old Charles knew he had to keep being the responsible one. He didn’t know anything else anyway.

A year after the war, Charles heard some former soldiers giving an old lady trouble. He never found out what brought Liesel from Germany, never found out her story, but the first day he met her changed everything for him. Although he wasn’t anywhere near the size of the three soldiers, it didn’t stop him from walking up and punching one in the stomach for telling the lady she deserved to die. Liesel took him home after the men left him with several bruises, and when he panicked his siblings wouldn’t have anything to eat that night, she told him to fetch them.

Every night after that, he told himself to prepare for her to kick them out in the morning. Having a safe place was something he couldn’t understand, so he didn’t trust the happiness he felt. It wasn’t until he’d grown up and left that he realised what it’d been. It wasn’t just a sanctuary; it was a home. His siblings were safe, and he had the chance to make something of his life.

Although his encounters with soldiers were all terrible, he still believed in what they did, the good they could do, so he signed up at 18. He found he was good at being a soldier, those skills at adapting he’d learnt living on the streets helping him adjust easily to all situations. He eventually found he was particularly good at shooting, and although there seemed something wrong with killing someone from a distance, he made sniper and moved up the ranks, making friends easily wherever he was sent.

DO YOU HEAR THE BATTLE CRY?

The war changed things for most, but not him. Charles already had his place. Sure, knowing they were at war with the country Liesel came from was horrible, and he knew better than to admit that he spoke German at the only home he’d ever known. But he knew things were never black and white. Not all soldiers were like the ones he’d known as a boy, and not all Germans could be as loving as his surrogate mother. He could fight without hatred - he thought too many people hated too easily anyway.

It became a little more concerning when Annie became a nurse, but to his relief, she was assigned to a London hospital. She was safe, the only thing he’d ever wanted for his family. However, she wrote to him, saying his brother wasn’t quite so safe. Henry had taken after their father, falling in with gamblers. Charles managed to get leave, returning home to pay off his brother’s debts, and managed to convince him to volunteer. The army had done so much for him, he was sure it’d be just as good for Henry.

It was a year later, 1941, the war became too personal for him. He could live through killing people, as much as he hated it. He could survive people trying to kill him, he’d lived through more than that already.

The death of his brother destroyed him. It was his fault for making him sign up, and the guilt and grief twisted the one thing he’d never lost - his brave face. His actions grew more and more reckless every day. Charles didn’t want Annie and Liesel to lose him too, but he couldn’t seem to do anything except watch himself go off the rails. One night, he got so drunk he stole two bottles of whiskey and got so drunk he still doesn’t remember how he got on the roof. It resulted in a demotion, but it and the lecture barely registered. He’d been given word that Annie was leaving the safety of the hospital to be a true army nurse, and he felt he had to be there to protect her. He’d failed Henry, he couldn’t fail her. She ignored his concerns, and told him that until he cleaned up his act, she wouldn’t even try get home. When he was given the chance to join this new team, he did so, only because it seemed like the perfect way to agree to Annie’s terms and still be in danger. If his life is the cost of saving even one other man, Charles would not hesitate to pay that cost.

FACECLAIM: Chris Pine

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The Fortress

Charles D G Roberts

While raves the midnight storm,

And roars the rain upon the windy roof,

Heart held to heart and all the world aloof,

We laugh secure and warm.

This chamber of our bliss

Might seem a fortress by a haunted main,

Which shouting hosts embattled charge in vain,

Powerless to mar our kiss.

O life, O storm of years,

Our walls are built against your shattering siege;

Our dwelling is with Love, our sovereign liege,

And fenced from change and tears.