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OOC Information;
Name; dai
Personal Journal; adari
Contact; plurk: pedoking ; email: daiyaonna [at ] gmail [dot] com ; aim: onlydaiforyou
Other Characters; n/a

IC Information;
Character Name; Charles J. Chrishunds Cherry Chris
Canon; Vassalord ; wiki link ; more background info
Canon Point; Chapter 26 (after freeing Johnny)
Age; 28 (physically), 145 (actual)

House; Sigyn
Power; Healing

Personality;

At first glance, Charley is your typical devout Catholic wannabe priest: he's faithful [ Goes to Mass? Yes, he does. Prays? Almost religiously. ], works especially hard for the Vatican [ killing vampires ], and is generally polite to/gets along well with everyone. Almost. He has a trusting face despite the lack of smiles and solemn demeanor.

However, Charley's confliction between his religion and his reality heavily influence who he is as a person...vampire-robot. For most vampires, it is a necessity to kill to live; seeing as how that breaks one of God's Laws, Charley is extremely against this. Instead, through sheer force of will [ really, you'll never see anyone with as much self control as Charley ], he forgoes eating for lengthy periods of time - it varies from several days to a week, maybe even longer than that. This faux fasting, as Charley sees it, also helps him to become closer to God. Sometimes, he doesn't realize how far he's pushed himself until the bloodlust snaps him. Typically, though, he feeds from one person and one person only: Johnny Rayflo, his Master. Since Johnny is a vampire and feeding from him isn't murder, Charley is a little more comfortable with the idea. The killing of evil (usually other vampires) in the name of God also helps to fulfill that sense of duty so deeply ingrained in him. Any normal person can see this thinking is slightly backwards, but give him a break. He puts his religion and God before himself, the well being of others as well.

This makes him out to be the good guy, right?

Well...yeah. He's a chivalrous robot unicorn soul - noteably more so whenever Johnny is involved - and puts forth everything he has when he's needed. No backing down from this one; he'll fight until every last resource has been exhausted and still try to continue going (his fight against Princess Marie is a good example of this). His loyalty - both to God and Johnny - is strong, and his compassion goes hand-in-hand with it. His humanity makes Charley oddly unique and vulnerable. The capacity of caring and love - though Johnny would fully disagree as Charley usually treats him like that of a spoiled child rather than an old man the grown adult he is - he possesses for his master rivals that of what he feels for God. Generally, it causes a deeply conflicted outlook for Charley: Johnny is the exception to every rule, but he will continue on a righteous path toward the right choices. In fact, Charley even confesses to Johnny early on that he fears he is losing sight of God because of the decisions he's made. He also says he has a weak will; which, to everyone else, especially Johnny, is a lie. What can you do with someone so fixed in their ways? Still, his attachment to Johnny does not waver.

Aside from this continuous inner battle of God vs. Johnny, Charley can also be very stubborn and easily annoyed [ depending on the company he is keeping ]. Fathers (read: Johnny) bring out the best in their children, really. He is often insulting Johnny about his age and chastising him about some of his habits, usually when they could result in something harmful to himself or others around him. Think of it as Charley being that boy on the playground who shows the girl he likes his affection by doing mean, horrible things. Perhaps not so drastic, since Charley would never physically hurt Johnny, but close enough ♥ Also, Charley is far from dimwitted or clueless. He is actually very intelligent -- hey, he managed to turn parts of himself into an efficient, cybernetic machine. He's known to be rather thorough when investigating his cases for the Vatican; he KNOWS 2+2=4 without much hinting. Come on, his brain is hardwired to a computer. And perhaps, if he wasn't a Catholic Fighting Automaton, he'd make a pretty decent detective.

Note: Charley's nickname, Cherry, is derived from the fact he is very virginal (and Charley sounds close to Cherry in Japanese, haha phonetics). Okay, not quite that virginal, but enough so that Johnny teases him for it. This makes him an inevitable cockblock. Boooo.

Samples;
Network Sample; a post from vatheon

Log Sample; (previous sample)

By the location of the sun - if he could honestly call it that - it appeared to be well past noon. And by any logical comprehension, it should have not been so late. Or early: at least, by his own reckoning.

It had been a strange disorientation upon waking, though certainly far from uncommon. He'd fed shortly before such uncontrolled excitement had taken hold, Master's words and (though he would never speak it aloud) familiar face a catalyst to his additional euphoria. Those instances, combined with such a strong bloodlust, could leave him an aftermath of peculiar side effects. He had made note of them long ago, but this--

Charley sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Where would a place like this exist?

He had no recollection of its particulars either way. Most of the information he'd gathered had been through the device mysteriously in his possession and...walking. Sacra, also equally strange his companion happened to be there with him, had been of little use; he'd never had so much difficulty connecting to the mainframe of Sacra's brain and downloading what he'd needed. If he were to compare it to anything, he thought of Italy and the fiasco in the mafia prison there. He hadn't brought Sacra because of it and had been blind for any knowledge the dog otherwise provided.

Yet, it wasn't the proper place to be recalling semi-fresh memories. He was more concerned for the things - other than that association with Sacra - that weren't there. The lack of Master's presence, for one. They had been together, that much was certain. He'd even had a firm grip on his wrist.

Besides that, it was daylight.

Charley's initial confusion had given way to a rather deep annoyance, and that was slowly fading into a twisted sense of worry instead. He knew Master would never leave himself so exposed, but there was always that variable uncertainty. Too many in a place like this, really. And in his next few steps, he was frowning hard. This must have been divine punishment for indulging too much or failing to meet God's expectations; still, finding himself stopped there in the middle of a path, the thought to pray had not occurred to him. The rosary he'd safely kept in his pocket met the light, however, beads wrapped around his fingers and cross tucked gently beneath them and against his palm. Hesitance - yes, no, he wanted to - and he turned to look at his shadow on the ground.

"Come here, Sacra." It was a soft command despite the clear agitation on his face, kneeling and resting his rosary-free hand atop the dog's head. "Watch yourself. It might be dangerous."

That much was a certainty: no matter how pleasant his surroundings, there was always the chance of some hidden peril.

He took a moment to replace the rosary (so it would be safe) before patting Sacra and standing. As Charley walked, he removed the mask Master had given him - in case, he only assumed, the natives saw it as a threat or became frightened of it - and tucked it awkwardly into the same pocket as his prayer beads. For now, he had a mission and a certain objective; when he found Master--

Well, he had some questions to ask.