Full Name- Charles Michael David Baker
Gender- Male
Age- 19
Date of Birth- August 4th 1992
Sexual Orientation- Heterosexual
Location- Transient
Celebrity Claim- Aaron Johnson
What should we call you?- Super!GRACE
Play anyone else?- Ha well...have you got all day?...12...12...12...12 CHAR HOE TIS ME
Have You Read the Rules?- Nope and you can't make me FUUUFUFUFU

Personality-

Charlie Baker is quite the eclectic individual. He likes an assortment of different things that are pretty varied and uncommon when grouped together. The young man favours junk food and anything that can give him the slightest caffeine rush. He enjoys reading comic books and graphic novels along with gaming as well. Some might call him a geek, and Charlie would easily agree. Despite what others may think of him, he has no desire to change and is pretty content with whom he is. His mother raised him well to accept who he is, use his own head instead of letting others guide him a stray. Charlie likes reading and learning about things that he may not have previously known. He likes to use his brain rather than his body, which further come as no surprise that he isn’t much of an athlete. The young man enjoys watching crime shows on television and one day aspires to work in a forensic lab. Despite not being anyway inclined to play sports, Charlie loves watching football; he's a big fan of the Raiders and has been a long supporter for some time now.

He is very analytical. He's an incredibly smart person who prides himself on strategy and thinking things through thoroughly. He likes to have a very good plan in place before acting on anything. Furthermore, Charlie isn't the kind of person who rushes straight into situations... Instead, Charlie is more of a stealthy kind of person who likes to sneak around and respond strategically. Most importantly, Charlie is incredibly good at running and has a fairly good stamina in that regard; this isn’t much of a surprise once you learn of Charlie’s past...he learnt to run fast while trying to get away from bullies back in his school days. Charlie is incredibly cooperative and helpful to those around him. Of course, his social awkwardness is something the young man has to battle with everyday upon meeting new faces. Charlie is fiercely shy toward new people, but despite being so he does tend to try his best to talk and respond to others who do converse with him. He struggles, but he’d rather do so then outright ignore them.

Charlie isn't the type of person who rushes out into the face of danger. He's pretty cowardly person who frequently analyzes things, trying to find a possible outcome before he’s even delved into the situation. He can occasionally be naive when it comes to certain things and sometimes finds that he is not as knowledgeable about certain worldly things as others are. Charlie is fairly clumsy and is pretty klutzy when it comes to the simplest of movements; he’s very uncoordinated at times and finds he trips and stumbles a lot easier than others may. Charlie is fairly withdrawn emotionally and often likes to distance himself in regards to his own feelings. Just like his father, Charlie can be as stubborn as a mule and does not like to back down from his own values. He likes to stay true to his own beliefs and will often find himself sticking pretty firmly to them.


Likes-

• Ding Dongs
  
• Crime TV Shows
  
• Comic Books/Graphic Novels
  
• Oakland Raiders
  
• Gaming
  
• Metallica
  
• Caffeine
  
• Hooters...
  

Dislikes-

• Pickles
  
• Country Music
  
• Ducks
  
• Public Bathrooms
  
• Hot Weather
  
• Glitter
  
• Soccer
  
• Pulp (Juice)
  

Strengths-

• Intelligent
  
• Strategic
  
• Stealthy
  
• Cooperative
  
• Organisation
  
• Running
  

Weaknesses-

• Cowardly
  
• Socially Awkward
  
• Emotionally Distant
  
• Naive
  
• Stubborn
  
• Clumsy
  

Skills-

• Technology
  
• Expert Shot With Nerf Guns
  
• Speed Reading
  

Flaws-

• Insomnia
  
• Charlie has had intensive surgery which has left him with a metal plate in the front and side of his head and jaw after a brutal assault left him with a severe fractures to the frontal, temporal and mandible (jaw bone).
  
• Socially Awkward. Charlie finds it extremely difficult to socialise with others. He often displays a nervousness about him, in the form of either a stutter, excessive perspiration, blushing and fumbling his words. In the worse case scenario all three occur. This nervousness is toward all types of new faces, especially women.
  

Abilities/Powers/Skills-

Power Mimicry


Charlie has the ability to copy and maintain the abilities of other evolved humans. With this ability, Charlie is not capable of taking the ability from another person per se but he is able to reproduce their existing ability and use it as his own.

His ability works via physical contact alone. Charlie cannot obtain the ability of a person who is within close range of his primary location or by merely being in the same room as he. Charlie must actually touch the person whose ability he wishes to copy.

Charlie does not have the capability to know who has an ability nor what there extraordinary ability could be. So, in theory it's like playing a game of russian roulette only with abilities, as he is never sure what power he's going to be able to copy next. The problem is that Charlie can find a power he likes, get used to being able to control it and then in an instant lose it by replacing it with the next ability as Charlie can only hold one ability at a time.


Limits-

Power Mimicry


Charlie’s ability however useful it may be comes with a lot of setbacks. The first and foremost being that Charlie is only able to maintain one copied ability at a time. This may not seem like a flaw to others but to Charlie it sucks. The problem is that he can get used to having an awesome ability, he can perfect it and learn how to use it to his full advantage and the next thing you know it’s gone. It becomes an ugly repetitive cycle for Charlie who has to once more figure out the ability he’s been given and learn how to use it in the X amount of time he has it for.

Because Charlie is able to copy the abilities of those around him by physical contact, he has also come to realise that not only does he pick up the persons extraordinary ability but there personal capability along with it. For instance, if the person struggles to control their ability themselves, Charlie also obtains such struggle. The flip side being that if Charlie meets someone who is skilled with their ability, it takes him a little less time to figure it out. Sure, he still struggles because it’s new to him but he doesn’t have that instant set back that he'd get with someone whose already struggling.

Appearance-

Charlie stands at around about 6'0 and is of a slim build. Being fairly tall and slim, he often looks pretty gangly which is why Charlie opts to wear baggier clothing. He likes the illusion of looking a little broader and leaner then he is. You'd never see him dressed in tight tees and drain pipe jeans like those man-o-rexic emo guys.

He's not much of a fan of lounging outside in the sun, so it is no surprise that Charlie has a very creamy, pale complexion. Which, against his light brown hair doesn't look too bad. When Charlie was younger his hair was much darker and because of that he looked pretty sickly for the most part. Though the color changed, Charlie had always had curly hair and has always had it a little longer then other guys may have liked.

Charlies hair is like a mask in some ways, he often hides behind his fluffy barnet when in a situation he'd rather just turn and run away from. To be honest, Charlie is kind of a sucker for punishment when it comes to the way he looks. He has an almost unkept look about himself which instantly tells others he lacks confidence as no real effort is placed to look better in himself and with that he also wears spectacles which instantly gives him all rights to be targeted by others.

When it comes to fashion, the baggier the better. Charlie always wears baggie jeans and t-shirts. He likes layers, so he never really exposes his body off to others. Again, this is a self concious thing in which he prefers to hide behind garments rather then let others really see him. Charlie likes hoodies and plaid shirts, along with wearing sneakers. He chooses comfort over style and that works for him. He doesn't see the need to spend hours faffing around over clothes.

Faction- Hero
Birthplace- Oakland, California
Mother- Gillian Mason/45/Ex-Kindergarten Teacher/Civilian
Father- Keith Baker/46/Living/Police Officer/Special - Combat Intuition/Superhuman Reflexes
Siblings-
- Joseph Baker/21/Living/Football Player/Special - Psychic Aptitude
- Kimberly Baker/25/Living/News Reporter/Special - Vocal Persuasion
Spouse / Partner- N/A
Children- N/A

History-

Charles Michael David Baker, was born in Oakland, Califnornia on August 4th 1991 to Gillian Mason, a Kindergarten Teacher and Keith Baker, a Police Officer.

He grew up in a working class home and was the youngest of three children. His parents both worked nine to five jobs which meant that Charlie and his siblings spent a lot of time with there grandparents. The children didn't get to spend a lot of time with there mother and father but the time they did spend together they valued. Charlie seemed to get on a lot better with his mother, being the baby and all she often made a little more effort to keep her young one close to her. He was pretty much a mommy's boy and his siblings often recognised this and teased him for it.

Teasing became like second nature to Charlie who was quite the target for such a thing from day one. He had that look about him, the kind that bullies loved. Aside from being incredibly shy, he was short, skinny and frail looking, with curly hair and wore a big old pair glasses on his little face. A simple way to put it was easy, Charlie was in fact a complete dork. He never tried to be anything else and even if he did want to try, he didn't know where to begin...this was all he knew.

Charlie was a coward of sorts, never saying a word in response. He took the bullying, the beatings, he took it all and continued to do so. He tried to hide the targeting from his parents but they eventually clocked on when he'd come home for the third time in a week his clothes covered in blood. His mother was distraught, as any mother would be she was about ready to charge down to his school and have it out with the boys. But, instead, Charlies dad decided it was better if his son just learned to toughen up.

He was the black sheep in his family, his brother being the sporty one who liked building up a sweat and bench pressing twice his own weight. Charlie wasn't interested in that, he liked lounging around too much to take on such a pro-active attitude. He watched Joseph go through training and from time to time allowed himself to be pushed into a little light weight lifting session and a few rounds in a boxing ring with some friendly sparring...but he had no desire to fight back. Charlie had accepted that he was a nerd, and so long as he was going to be this person...he would continue being a human punch bag.

His life was fairly quiet, aside from the excitement of school. He had friends, he wasn't a loner but he wasn't mister popular either. He had two friends who he'd been close to since the first grade. They too were victims of bullying and in a way that was possibly the reason why they always hung around together...no one else really tried to get in on there little group. They were losers, plain and simply going unoticed every single day. Charlie quite liked being invisible, he'd have said he had the perfect existance if it wasn't for the beatings received almost everyday.

Despite this, he was happy. He had two best friends, who he shared everything with, a supportive family and a drama free life. But, it didn't last long. It never did last forever.

The day before Charlies 15th Birthday he was out with his friends, they'd spent the day at the comic store and went on to get pizza later. On the way home from getting pizza the boys were ambushed by a group of guys, the same gang that had been terrorising them at school. The previous attacks had left him with light bruises and cuts, however this time around he was not so lucky. Charlie was beaten to a bloody pulp with a metal baseball bat. The boy was left in a critical state, his skull taking most of the damage from the assault.

Charlie was comatose for 14 weeks. He'd under gone surgery which now left him with metal plating in his forehead, temple and jaw. He had to find the funny side in it, now his head could pretty much be used as a punch bag and he wouldn't feel a damn thing. The only downside to the metal plating was the cold, it effected the metal from time to time often causing Charlie some minor pain.

After that, Charlie was forced to do something about the attack and eventually was talked into going to the police. Unfortunately, the guy who had made the attack had a fantastic lawyer and was given a very light sentence of merely serving community service for 10 months. Charlies father was appauled but Charlie just wanted to move on. He just wanted his life to go back to how it was before.

At 17 years old, Charlie's family had to up and leave there home in Oakland, California after Charlie displayed a manifestation of abilities. Little did Charlie know that his parents had been through this before, his father was special as were his two siblings. It came to pass that despite being familiar with specials, Charlies ability was far more dangerous then anything they'd faced before. He was able to copy the abilities of those around him, by touch alone...which meant that it was as if Charlie was playing a game of russian roulette with abilities.

One Friday afternoon Charlie had been shopping with his mother. The two had just finished and had gotten home. She had forgotten something, so asked Charlie to go back and get what she needed. He was happy to help his mother out and went on his way. During his little venture, he bumped into a guy on the street. He thought nothing of it, and continued inside the store. At this time he was unaware of his ability and in a moment of panic, his ability manifested. Charlie didn't remember much, one moment he'd been reaching for a bottle of ketchup and had knocked the display over...the next, he woke up on the floor and couldn't see a thing.

Charlie was disorientated, but when he came too found himself laying on the ground inside the supermarket. The whole place had been destroyed in what looked to be some kind of explosion. Charlie was fine, not a scratch on him but everyone else was dead. When Charlie came out of the building, others watched on in awe due to the fact he had survived the blast and no one else had. The incident made the news and sure enough, Charlie got some unwanted attention.

His family were targeted by goverment agents who were after Charlie. They packed up and left there family home, being forced to start a new life elsewhere. They moved to Brooklyn, New York but had no plans of getting settled in because it would only be a matter of time before they had to leave again.

Anything else?- (any other important information we should know?)

Sample RP-

Charlie Baker lay slumped over the light oak desk in the corner of his room. His glasses were half way up his head as he lay face sideways atop of a pile of comic books. The desk was covered in comic books, candy wrappers and empty cans of coca-cola. The young man's bid to stay awake another night had failed him, there was only so much the human brain could take before it shut down and Charlie had gone almost 5 days without sleep...which explained why he was now practically comatose, there wasn't enough sugar nor caffeine in the world to keep this kid awake right now.

However, despite being able to sleep for a week right now...Charlie knew come tonight he'd be awake again and the ugly cycle would continue. Not that he minded, Charlie liked staying up till god knows what time because he always kept himself busy. He was a gamer, sitting hours at a time in front of his computer clicking away as the real world passed him by. Charlie wasn't one for hanging around the streets in a gang, not that he was apart of a gang...he was never apart of a gang, he was apart of a trio once...like the three musketeers but then he had to move again and now he just didn't bother making any real friends.

What was the point in making friends if he wasn't going to be around to enjoy there company?

It didn't bother him as such, and he still got to speak to old friends but not as much as he'd have liked. Right now none of that shiz played on his mind, he was happily sleeping and dreaming about women...most specifically Halle Berry. He'd spent the night watching the X-Men Trilogy and though Berry was hot...she was a terrible actress in that movie and what was with that fake ass accent? seriously...did no one else notice that accent drop come X-2?

Nothing would have woken Charlie right now, aside from his brother that was. Charlie and Joe couldn't have been any more different. Here Charlie was, some skinny, pasty faced little nerd who could barely muster up the courage to speak to a girl and his brother Joe was ripped with muscles, athletic and always had some bimbo hanging off of his arm. Even though Joe and Charlie butt-heads a lot, Joe had always looked out for his little brother and Charlie appreciated it...but sometimes he wished he'd just fuck off.

The young man was happy sleeping at his desk, that was until his door was flung open and he felt something come crashing down on his head. Charlie jumped startled, tipped the seat he was in with him as he fell sideways. The young man crashed to the ground with a thud hearing Joe roar with laughter. Charlie grumbled laying on the ground for a moment before slowly sitting up, Joe may have found it funny but Charlie wasn't laughing "What the fuck Joe..." Charlie grunted tiredly, he peeled the glasses off his face before repositioning them and squinting a glare at Joe.

"It's 2 in the afternoon, what the hell are you still doing sleeping?" Joe asked him, as if it was some kind of crime to sleep in the afternoon. Just because he got up at 5am didn't mean everyone else had to. Charlie didn't reply he simply yawned and rustled a hand through his messy curled hair. Joe's gaze trawled the desk before raising a brow at Charlie "Superhero movies? You know, Spider-man didn't perform heroic acts from his bedroom? you have to go outside for that" he asked, the man chuckled and rustled Charlie's hair before taking a step back as Charlie fought to swat his hand away.

"Get up, you're not sleeping in the afternoon, you need to get yourself into a routine because this shit isn't good for you. Come on, get up we're going out." He declared with a smile, Charlie knew he was trying to help but hell did he have to be so freaking patronising about it? Charlie grumbled again slowly getting to his feet. Joe stepped around him and pulled the curtains open, the sun beaming into the darkened room. Charlie groaned shielding his eyes from the light. "You know, i'm perfectly happy staying inside...not being heroic...not doing anything..." The young man informed him with a shrug.

Joe shook his head "Yeah...that kinda doesn't work for me kid. You need to nip this thing in the butt and the only way you're going to do so, is if someone shoves a boot in your ass. Now, get your shit together, get in the shower and meet me downstairs" He ordered, walking toward the door. Charlie watched him walk out the door, as he did he resumed to his seat but was quickly stopped when Joe peeped back in the door "Up!" he shouted. Charlie threw his head back groaning in frustration, there was no stopping Joe when he was intent on getting his own way.