Name: Charles Richardson
Apparent Age: N/A
Actual Age: 38
Race: Human
Appearance: [img]https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR4iGIkywLhmovoyDJY7RcL2yDBS37S4ZGZct53i_JEj4l0HCJzew[/img]
Wings: None

Sin: Greed

Possessions: Stinger in his boot (Small pistole), Keeps three different composes on him at one time (Mathematica type), Keys, 1945 Kettenkrad Sdkfz.2 Open Seater, Wardrobe of designer suits, White silk gloves, Wallet full of cards including a black card, Saab 9-5 Sportcombi, 
Residence: In a middle of town window terrace, penthouse suite hotel room. It is kept spick and span along with the heliport and the large kitchen, it is mainly kept clean as no one ever comes in to see him.

Skills: Ruthless ambition, Sharpshooting and point defence, Self defence and natural charisma, Skilled buying and selling of what he requires, Controlling presence, Driver, Flying

Demeanour: Lonely, a man stuck in his head that no one will talk to. The cost of success is to push everyone away who is not working for you. He is a very unkind and mean kind of person though believing that money is more important than friends... but the loneliness doesn't half kill him inside.

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