Major Charlie Palmer

- Gunslinger -
- The Psiot Killer -
- Gunslinging Hobo -

 

USAF (Ret.)
Project Rising Spirit's H.A.R.D. Corps team leader (disbanded)
Omen's H.A.R.D. Corps team leader (defected)

 

American
49 years old
6'2"
Single

Story:

In the early days of the Gulf War, a Lockheed C-130 crashed, with no survivors on record. Major Charlie Palmer, however, was very much alive, comatose and braindead. With no relatives or family members to get in the way, an empty casket was buried with honors and Charlie himself was given to PRS.

An implant was put in his brain, reawakening him from his coma and giving him the ability to work in tandem with Lifeline, an officer assigned to him that was able to rotate which ability the chip could grant him with the help of a computer. At first, the implants were bulky, with an external headpiece. This was later removed after a second surgery.

If Charlie refused to lead the Harbinger Active Resistance Division, or the HARD Corps, the implant would be removed, and he'd lapse back into a coma and die a wisp of a man on life support. If he accepted, he would be serving the world in a whole new way, albeit on the most stereotypical leash possible- disobedience could cause the device to be detonated.

For the first time in his life, Charlie became a team player.

 

The HARD Corps had a simple job- round up potential psiots of all ages and bring them in for PRS. What happened past that point was none of his concern. When HARD Corps became obsolete due to project Bloodshot, Charlie packed up his bags and moved as far north in Alaska as he could.

 

Upon Bloodshot going rogue and the Harbinger Foundation gaining momentum in addition to their own army of superpowered humans, Charlie and the remainder of his team were called back in for more training and to become active in the field once more. Retrieving Bloodshot- and some of the children he had escaped left- brought about an unexpected turn in Charlie's life. A romantic relationship grew between himself and Ray Garrison, the latest model from the program, though it fell apart when he failed to trust the man when horrible events tore the team apart and resulted in many deaths.

 As all things go, PRS was destroyed. He did not stay unemployed for long. What was left of his old employers merged into Omen, which once more called on his psiot-hunting abilities and on him to train more HARD Corps members. He was simply glad to have a job...

until the Rook massacre.

 

With the blood of dozens of innocent children on his hands, in addition to that of child soldiers PRS created themselves, Charlie walked away. Due to the nature of his implant, the multiple upgrades to it, and pure luck, it cannot be detonated anymore. Without a Lifeline agent, the chip simply glitches from power to power, and he's stuck on whatever he has for the moment with no ability to change it.

- - -

Abilities:
The writer will roll at the start of every fight, altercation, or dangerous moment in RP. Every two posts, another roll will be made, unless there are factors that prevent it in the story.
1- Shield
2- Psionic Blast
3- Ghost Mode
4- Enhanced Strength
5- Enhanced Speed
6- Invulnerability

 

Marksmanship:
Charlie's call-sign was Gunslinger due to his belief that weapons should be used first, and powers left. He would have his whole team stay on invulnerability and rely on bullets until no other options remained. It helped that he was, and remains, an expert marksman with high levels of training throughout his whole life, from his teenage years through his time in active duty.

OOC Info:
Written by Sarge.

21+ | Native language: English
Banter, Para, Multi-Para, & Novella welcome.

 Threads:
-Fick Blazkowicz
-Sam Nishimura
-Mephistopheles
-OPEN
-OPEN

If you've got a really good idea or a burning desire to write, I will consider opening a thread with you despite my slots being full. Please send me your plot idea and we can talk about it! I will, however, be selective from this point on, as this is not my main character. (That would be Geist, who many of you already know.)

Profile Style (customize your page with CSS here!)

/***** THEME BACKGROUND*****/ body { background: #000000 url(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/UOjbOSYZhx0/maxresdefault.jpg) center fixed !important; } /* Hides Social Buttons */ .banner-socialActions{ display:none !Important; } .navbar { display: none!important;} .site-body a, .ningbar-panelbody a {color: #b30000;} hr {color: #b30000;} .span4 { display: none !important; width: 0%!important;} .banner-footer { padding: 0px 0px 0px 0px;} .avatar{ display: show!important;} .banner-info h2 { display: none!importnat;} .sheet { border-radius: 0px; border-color: #800000; border-width: 3px; background-color: #000000!important;} .banner-frame { border-radius: 0px; border-color: #800000; border-width: 3px; background-color: #000000!important;} .body{ float: center; background-color: #000000 !important;} .span12.push4.tablet16.mobile16.column.column-wide{ width: 1250px !important; max-width: 90% !important; left: 5% !important; position: relative !Important } /* Header Picture */ .banner-header{ width: 900px !Important; height: 500px !Important; background-image:url() !Important; background-repeat: no-repeat !important; background-position: center !Important; background-size: 100% !important; } .banner-frame { border-radius: 50px; border-color: white; border-width: 0px; background-color: transparent !important; }


Comment Wall

You need to be a member of Writer's Realm - Roleplay to add comments!

Join Writer's Realm - Roleplay

Comments

  •  "I fly. You'd be walking," Fick grabs his keys and leads Charlie out of the house and towards his little truck. Slipping into the front seat he messes with some of the dials before settling on some rock station. Lucky for Charlie, Fick seems to be good at driving and enjoy it, otherwise, they might have had to be stuck with Wil as their driver, and no one wants that. Notr even Fick.

    "So. This psiot. What do you know?"

  • Dierick Clouse would grin momentarily as Charlie asked him what was he, it made him want to chuckle. He would have if it weren't for the fact that the other barreled toward him making him hit the marble pillar. A grunt came from his lips but soon a growl as he would flip the other around so that he was was pinned to the pillar and headbutted him right directly on the forehead. "If I told you, I would have to kill you." Once he said that he would lift his knee so that it would connect to Charlies pelvis if he wasn't fast enough.

    It was clear that he wasn't the only one who fights like a mad animal, as a matter of fact Dierick seemed to be rather thrilled. 

  • "Fine, fine. You can shoot her," Fick rolls his eyes. "Wil, can you finish up with Four? I'm sure Hobo Gunslinger wants to get this over with. He's havign a peas phase again," his son is so damn picky. Why can't he be like Wil and just eat everything? Fick finally stands and kisses the top of four's head, followed by a parting one to Wil's jaw and snatches up his keys.

    "I'll drive."

  • She assesses for a moment, her life choice that brought her here. To be potentially picked up by her almost killer. She thinks for a moment about going back for her purse, but, her important items are hidden in her car.

    "Ah fuck it, why not?" She accidentally blurts aloud.

    She lets him scoops her up, but gives him a hard look. It does nothing. She's not that intimidating.

    "Be careful with the vessel of the unborn this time. Okay, Term? You may not care but I do."

  • "Why?" Fick doesn't seem to believe him. He seems almost confused, almost BAFFLED, that someone isn't phased by him. Maybe he feels like he should threaten more. Maybe he should do something worse, maybe-

    Fick is distracted again, eyeing his son a moment, then Wil, then Palmer.

    "I'll leave you alone when I watch you kill this psiot," he might as well settle. "And maybe throw something in myself."

  •  "Not everyone," Fick gestures to Wil. "I've never once done anything to him. People like you, on the other hand, need someone to tell you what to do. I don't see what this is such a big deal. Especially when I can just say something else. And I'm feeding you. What more do you want from me, you gunslinging hobo."

  • "I'll get you 60k, and I can offer you a room for a night or two," she offered, partially out of panic.

    To be honest, 60k wasn't a lot to her. Her documentaries and movies, even the indie, had done astonishingly well after the masses got a hold of them. She doesn't mind, especially if she's paying to keep her life. Self-preservation and survival is a wondrous thing when you're expecting...several things. 

    "On one condition," she speaks up, "you help me to my car, because you fucked up my back. I also don't know where my phone went and I might need to see my doctor tonight." Don't worry! I'm only injured. She thinks to herself. You can definitely trust the fucking terminator not to kill you while you sleep.

  • "And you'll take me with you," Fick repeats a little more forceful this time. The comment about his cooking seems to have won some favor, Fick isn't as harsh this time with his control, instead, it's more like a prod instead of a push. His good hand reaches over to get Four situated now, apparently refocused once again on his toddler.

  • "DRUG YOU?!" Fick scoffs. "I made STEW. A good stew! Why would I drug you when I can just tell you what to do. Like, right now, I clould make you hop on one foot and pcik your nose. And it would feel so, so good doing it, but, I'm a good boy, and I know better than to be nasty during- aw," Fick, momentarily distracted by his son, takes a moment to coo at him before continuing. "Anyways-"

  • "I don't want a cut, I want to set an example. And what makes you think I care about money? This is about territory. That's...Oh christ, I sound like Neegan," he takes a few moments to take that in, then clears his throat. "Anways, look, man, you know I'll just make you do it anyways. So. I can make it less invasive, or more. Also, I spent a long time on that stew, you should eat," Fick gestures to the bowl.

This reply was deleted.

Blog Posts

Discussions

Charlie Palmer updated their profile photo
Jun 5
Charlie Palmer left a comment for Fɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
""Did he make it? Your brother?" Charlie's fingers twitch on the wheel. From the wince that runs across his face, it's a safe bet his chip just shocked him. He hasn't told anyone about the seizures yet, or the memory loss. Or the way half his body go…"
Jun 5
Charlie Palmer left a comment for Fɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
""Did you choose it, or did you get forced into it?" Charlie likes to know what he's dealing with. He spent years rounding up unactivated psiots before Harada could get to them and do the same. Knowing there are some out there he had nothing to do wi…"
Jun 4
Charlie Palmer left a comment for Fɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
""PRS used to activate at age 5. Or at least try to." Now Charlie's silent, thinking about those days. He realizes the gravity of what he's said completely, too."
Jun 4
Charlie Palmer left a comment for Fɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
""Hmph. He didn't get the smarts from Wil. Or you, for that matter. Where'd that come from?" He's being rutless today. Then again, when is he not? "You adopt, or what?""
Jun 4
Charlie Palmer left a comment for Fɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
""Yeah, back in the Soviet Union. His power set is...gruesome. I guess he's unknown to you, then. The guy's Russian, but his English is alright. Hence my surprise that he's up in Canada." Charlie glances in the rearview to check on Wil. "Your son's c…"
Jun 4
Charlie Palmer left a comment for Fɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
""He's an exposure psiot that's largely stayed off the record for a long time now. Have you heard of Scalpel?" Charlie's radio finally kicks in. The Decemberists are playing, and he'll settle on that without too much complaint."
Jun 4
Charlie Palmer left a comment for Fɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
"Handsome as hell and the best face I know. Wil flashes a thumbs-up so the rearview mirror shows it, apparently enjoying his ride in the back of the truck.
"He's just kissing your ass because you married him. He doesn't count." Charlie hits the radio…"
Jun 4
Charlie Palmer left a comment for Fɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
""Beautiful?" Oh, damn. Low blow, Charlie. He's grinning while he drives, aparently proud of himself for taking that little opening. "I guess to some people, apparently.""
Jun 4
Charlie Palmer left a comment for Mephistopheles
"Charlie's got table manners, at least, though he's oddly silent while he eats. It seems if he's not all business, he doesn't have much to say. His job has been his entire life for so long. Losing that organization, watching the current members he'd…"
Jun 3
Charlie Palmer left a comment for Fɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
"He's a world-class killer and he could murder you, and that's somethin' it would hurt. Wil, always introspective, pipes up from the back.
"He wouldn't do that in front of all of us. He knows you're a psiot.""
Jun 3
Charlie Palmer left a comment for Mephistopheles
"Charlie lights up like a half-starved stray dog, apparently JUST fine with Chinese. He has to stop himself from licking his lips. Before his eyes have even left the platter, he gives a response.
"Yeah. Alright. We'll talk that after food. Food first…"
Jun 3
Charlie Palmer left a comment for Mephistopheles
""I know a guy they call Faust sometimes, but he's really this ex-Nazi PRS sponsored after the war, used him for research. Stein...something. I forget." Charlie takes a sip of wine, thinking about what he's been told, and then decides nothing about i…"
Jun 3
Charlie Palmer left a comment for Fɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
""He could be, in which case we'd never know until our throats were cut. That's a risk we just have to take. He doesn't approve of what she's done, and he REALLY doesn't like what she's done to Ra- to Bloodshot." He stops himself to avoid further rid…"
Jun 3
Charlie Palmer left a comment for Mephistopheles
""I'm not really an assassin. At all, actually." Charlie takes a seat, his posture slouching. He's not one for maintaining feigned appearances for too long, and there's a lot on his mind, clearly. "I worked for Omen. That private contractor the US go…"
Jun 3
Charlie Palmer left a comment for Fɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
"Wil hops in the bed with no qualms about it, giving Fick a thumbs up to show it's fine with him. If there's ever a cop in sight, there's a tarp he can cover himself with if he lays down, and he probably won't even have to do that if he just stays do…"
Jun 3
More…