CHARLES, Harvey M. (OMIGOD DONE)

[HARVEY CHARLES]

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*HARVEYMICHAELCHARLES,
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OH, HAI THERE! I'M JIMMY AND IT IS MY PLEASURE TO MEET YOU. I'VE BEEN DOING THIS FOR AROUND FOUR YEARS SO I KNOW WHAT TO DO. YOU NEED TO TALK TO ME? HIT MY UP AT [e-mail] AND I'LL TRY TO GET BACK TO YOU.

FULL NAME Harvey Michael Charles

AGE thirty-one

MEMBER GROUP asylum staff

OCCUPATION doctor

SEXUALITY straight

BIRTHDAY January 19




OVERALL APPEARANCE

LIKES

• Being by himself
  
• Classical music
  
• Loud “raring to go” music
  
• NYC pizza
  
• The City
  
• Bookstores
  

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DISLIKES

• Crowds
  
• Most people
  
• Wasting time
  
• Libraries
  
• Vegetables
  
• Hip-hop music
  

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STRENGTHS

• Physical strength
  
• Good control over his temper
  
• Knows how to stand up for him
  

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WEAKNESSES

• Isn’t a good friend-maker
  
• Tends to be cold toward everyone
  
• Doesn’t really understand the concept of “love” or “mercy”
  

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PERSONALITY

HISTORY

RP EXAMPLE

[/i] He rolled his eyes and closed the door to go back to looking out his window from the floor.

Harvey wondered why most of the people of the world are too stupid to even comprehend common courtesy, when there was another knock on the door. ”Hold on a second, let me just get out my shotgun! I’ll be right there!” He smirked as he banged his feet on the ground imitating footsteps and he heard small feet running away from his door. And it might have been his imagination but he thought he heard crying. Harvey smiled and leaned his head against the wall, momentarily forgetting about Mark and how he hadn’t even had the sense to call and cancel. The next thing he knew he was asleep and he didn’t hear the parent of the child who was knocking on his door earlier banging on it now.

Harvey could feel the vibration on his phone against his cheek and could see the light of it shining through his eyelids but he really didn’t want to wake up. This bed- No, this isn’t a bed… it’s my floor! He opened his bright blue eyes and looked down to see the only light in the room besides the light from the street and looked to see who it was. He recognized it as a Washington number from when his wife’s father used to invite him to special events all the time. His brow furrowed as he picked it up. ”Hello?” His voice cracked a bit with sleep but otherwise it was untouched by any emotion, as usual.

He listened to the saltine-box voice on the other end of the phone and his face became blank, like it was carved out of marble. ”Yes, thank you for telling me. Yes. Goodbye. No, I’ll see you at the funeral. Yes I have a ride and a room to stay in. Alright. Goodbye.” He hung up the phone and hung his head. His friend, Mark had just been in a fatal car accident an hour ago. They had been trying to contact him but he had been asleep. Harvey acted like he always did not showing that the fact that his best friend had just died while on his way to see him. But it was tearing him up inside.[/ul]
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**This character is kinda-sorta based on Raymond Shaw from Richard Condon’s Manchurian Candidate. Though it is not entirely taken out of the book most of the personality traits are and I thought it was kind of important that I put this here :]**

made by CC! of CAUTION 2.0 <3

[MISSES MARIE !]

ok i sooooo love your character!

A C C E P T E D !