Charis

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“The thing that a lot of people cannot comprehend is that Mother Nature doesn't have a bullet with your name on it, she has millions of bullets inscribed with 'to whom it may concern..”

xxxxx -- Unknown

Overview
Charis Morganson is Fallcoast born and bred. She was born to a family that always had a streak of bad luck. Her parents died in a murder/suicide when she was two years old. She was adopted by her godfather and raised in a disciplined home. Her godfather owned a dojo in the city and was well known in the Martial Arts and self defense areas. He taught Charis everything that she knows. She was someone in high school that wasn't too book smart. Preferring to learn things by going out and doing it rather than sitting around and wasting the day. That soon changed when she decided to pursue a career in law enforcement. She had to hit the books.

xxxxxCharis worked as a Patrol officer since she was in her early twenties and she responded to all sorts of calls. Unknown animals. Strange sightings. One evening there was a single car crash that she was the first to respond to and it was clear that some sort of wild animal had tried to rip the car apart. To her that's what it looked like but others thought she was crazy. Which it's entirely possible that she could have been.

xxxxxCharis continued to do research into the car accident. She didn't know what to make of it and there was a claw found in the wreckage that the examiner said was some sort of canine claw. Some people didn't want her investigating the claw anymore.

xxxxxCharis had been heading back down the same road that the accident had happened. It was early morning and she was heading back to the station for the night when something huge and seriously pissed off attacked her squad car. Mangling it and her. She went into shock before the car even stopped. But she survived and she stopped investigating the accident. No one died. It wasn't something she was wanting to die over either.

xxxxxMonths of physical therapy and rehab saw that the determined patrol officer got back onto her feet. After that she did five more years as a patrol officer and when she was twenty nine she moved to Detective. She's still going strong with the FPD. Rarely has missed a day. Good clean cop.


Vitals
Fullname: Charis Allison Morganson
Date of Birth: November 1st 1975
Apparent Age: Late Thirties
Occupation: Self Defense Teacher/Private Security
Virtue: Fortitude
Vice: Wrath

Sphere: Mortal
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Roleplay Hooks
  • Cars, Guns, Running

Charis is a huge fan of cars. Mainly Dodge and anything classic. She just picked up a 2015 Dodge Charger and it’s one of the joys in her life. Guns are another love, blame her profession as she’s had to use them for many years. Running is a big part of her routine as well.

  • Law, Friends, Helping Out

Charis was a Major Crimes detective and had been on the force for almost twenty years. She’s had one partner and he retired in 2014 after an incident that not a lot of people know about. With her job it’s hard to keep friends and to make them, so she has a keeping the ones she has close. That means she does what she can to help out and to keep them safe. Recently she has retired from the FPD and is becoming a Self Defense Instructor with some private security gigs on the side.

Soundtrack
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Avenged Sevenfold - Dangerline

Nothing shocks you like a bullet hole.
Leaving my fear on the danger line.
Suffering no man should never know.
Leaving my faith on the danger line.

Serj Tankian - Praise the Lord and Pass the Ammunition

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition.
Praise praise the Lord and pass the ammunition.
Life affirming and our spiritual trust.

10 Years - Wasteland

Die, withdraw, Hide in cold sweat.
Quivering lips, Ignore remorse.
Naming a kid, living wasteland.
This time you've tried.
All that you can turning you red.



Contacts
  • Brand: Things don't always work out the way we want. I understand that.
  • Starting Over
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The true value of man is not determined by his possession, supposed or real, of Truth, but rather by his sincere exertion to get to the Truth. It is not possession of Truth by which he extends his powers and in which his ever-growing perfectability is to be found. Possession makes one passive, indolent and proud. If God were to hold all Truth concealed in his right hand, and in his left only the steady and diligent drive for Truth, albeit with the proviso that I would always and forever err in the process, and to offer me the choice, I would with all humility take the left hand. - Gotthold Ephraim Lessing