Charcoal “Char” Claw

## Charcoal Claw

### Killer Style

I wear Plain clothes to better not stand out, but adding a few catty accessories or two doesn’t hurt.

### Monster Quirk

I turn into a cat when I feel intense emotion,( which means extra effort to stay calm.) It’s so frustrating!

### Pet

I think I have enough ‘experience’ not to be trusted with animals…

### Favorite Activity

Attending classes, at least it’s less boring than sleeping all day.

### Biggest Pet Peeve

I just hate it when people look at me, whispering, and make up all sorts of weird and freaky rumours about me. Would it really hurt sooo bad, to mind your own business?!

### Fav School Subject

Every class I’ve attended so far has been interesting.

### Least Fav Subject

Physical dead-ucation; it’s nothing new. I’ve had plenty of experience running from cops in Fangkok.

### Favorite Color

Anything desaturated, bright colors burn my eyes.

### Favorite Food

I’d die for anything that isn’t from the trash, if i have to go dumpster diving for lunch again-; …I’d rather starve than eat the dumpster food. \*Eugh\*!

### BFFs

Sire Deepsea, His cheery vibe can be annoying sometimes, but I guess he’s not that bad. (I also think he may be hard of hearing, because he obviously couldn’t hear all those times I’d warned him to STAY AWAY!) Conan LizardWolf and I understand one thing about each other: peace and quiet. He knows when to back off, just as I do to him.

### Diary

Soon to be added!

**Charcoal** **Claw** is the 16 year-old son of the **Cha Kla**. He was born in Fangkok, Thailand, before he came to monster high by (illegally) boarding a cargo ship. Having to adapt to his unusual new environment, he often gets himself in trouble.

## Biography

### Personality

How are they like? Character Strengths? Weaknesses?

### Appearance

Char has dark grey, almost-black fur covering his entire body, and piercing blood-red eyes. His build is skinny and small, probably due to malnourishment. A long, bushy tail comes somewhere from his backside. His long bangs hang in his face and he usually keeps his medium length hair tied up in a ponytail. His clothes are old and torn, he just wears whatever he can find, usually from the trassh, though he sometimes hand-crafts accents of his own personality and preferences into the clothes, to make them feel more personal to him, but generally keeps them plain to not stand out and blend in.

## History

WARNING: TOPICS OF DEATH AND OTHER MILD MENTIONS OF GRIM TOPICS IN GENERAL (nothing nsfw, kept PG-13, just wanted to add a TW bc of death being mentioned in his story)

### Key:

(I tired to write this in the perspective of Char and how he saw all these situations so bear with me. Please tell me if this writing style is confusing and if I should change the descriptions to just what the things actually are/change Whatever else confuses you in my writing. I’m open to constructive criticism :)

the magic paper I describe=money

building he felt welcomed by=monster high

### Early Life and Teenage Years

Char was abandoned at birth. A scrawny black kitten, wrapped in about a dozen blankets; left in a box on the gloomy streets of Fangkok, Thailand. The big red letters chicken-scratched on the front of his box: DO NOT TOUCH; set the scene for any passers by. No one with half a brain would dare get close, not with that big red Warning sign. The first few months of his life, Char had to survive off of the scraps and leftovers of food the occasional kind stranger (rarely)left by his box-home, and stealing food from the trash. His predator instincts kicked in early, and soon enough he was hunting birds, rats, any other unsuspecting animal residents of the Fangkok Alleyways. Hunting has always come easy to him; as his lunch always went limp as soon as he got a paw on it, maybe passing out from fear(those bright-red eyes are pretty scary..), or whatever else; Char’s child mind just brushed it off as anything that made sense. As Char continued to grow, so did his curiosity. He started to question things, such as why he had to sleep on the cold, hard, ground, while the people passing by seemed more comfortable in their living spaces. He’d already been used to seeing people exchange papers for things like food and other items, but as he got older(and smarter),it clicked. If *he* could get his paws on those things everyone seemed to have that gave them unlimited everything, then, well, HE could have unlimited everything! He started observing the Fangkok markets to see how these magic papers really worked; it seemed most people kept theirs in their bag, or pockets, the magic paper being in a separate, smaller pouch. Once he figured where the money came from, he began trying to steal it from others. At night, he would go through with his plan: an unsuspecting stranger passes by, in which he pounces, knocking them out, and then steal the magic papers! After what seemed like forever of waiting in a quiet alley, an elderly manster passed through. He pounced on the man immediately, and as he expected, the poor man crumpled to the ground. Assuming the man was just asleep, he began Rummaging through the man’s many pockets, until he finally found was he was looking for: a small pouch filled with the magic paper.

The next day, Char was set on using his new-found money to the fullest. First, he would go to a food stall and buy out everything they had, a feast meant for a king. As he got to the market, he found a stall selling something that smelled amazing. Scampering up to the owner and handing him the wallet, being handed back a mountain-load of that delicious-smelling food, he finally thought things were looking up.

After about a week of luxury with the wallet, he found the magic papers had finally run out. with no use for wallet now, he’d return the empty pouch to the man he had ‘borrowed’ it from. Though coming back to that same street, something didn’t seem right. A horrible odor was coming from the man’s body, surprisingly still in the same location, and position Char had left him in. As Char tried to slip the empty wallet back into the man’s pocket, a passerby noticed him, and started screaming. She brought out a small rectangular device and started speaking into it. Confused on what all the commotion was about, Char fled the scene pretty quickly. Soon enough, a big vehicle with flashing lights on its roof came into view, and multiple men got out and started examining the body of the man. The young were-cat was scared and confused on what was going on, and left the alleyway, never wanting to back there again. Whatever was going on, his understanding of it was **trouble**. He was in trouble. Not until he was older we would realize what all that had meant.

### From Fangkok to Monster High

Living life of crime, Char had started to get pretty popular with the Fangkok police. Wanted posters with a police sketch of his face were plastered all over his neighborhood in Fangkok. He’d heard stories and rumors that if you got caught doing criminal activity, they would send you to a Pound, or even worse: jail. Char tried to lay low for the most part, but he couldn’t avoid being caught after he’d pulled a pretty big stunt of trying to rob a local convenience store. Of course that stupid clerk just *had* to have dialed the police before Char could get away, and soon enough an entire group of officers was crowding him, trying to contain him. Multiple officers tried to handcuff Char, but his endless struggling proved it difficult. All this panic caused him to transform into a cat and get out of the officer’s grasp, and in the blink of an eye the officer had dropped to the ground, out cold. The commotion gave Char just enough time to slip away, yet he watched the situation unfold from the distance. The officer on the ground wasn’t moving, and his buddy was trying to shake him awake. All this panic had attracted a crowd, and soon enough multiple people were freaking out and screaming. Suddenly, someone yelled something. In Char’s broken understanding of the Thai language, the message yelled out was clear enough: HE’S DEAD.

Char’s mind was spinning, he was already used to the violence and gangs of the streets, death wasn’t too uncommon; somehow this was different. This man dead on the floor, was complete fine and healthy before he had suddenly dropped. Had Char somehow caused this? That’s when it all clicked, everything made sense: the animals he had caught going limp as soon as they touched his fur, the man he’d stolen a wallet from dropping dead, the ‘NO TOUCHING’ sign on his old box-home. Char understood it all now: he could kill with just one touch. Not only that, he’d killed a man. *MULTIPLE* men. That night, Char no longer saw himself worthy of anything; he was a monster, to be kept away from anyone and everyone. He was a danger to society.

After that incident with the police, he was sure of one thing: it wasn’t safe for him in Fangkok anymore. A few nights after the incident, he had illegally jumped on the back of a cargo ship in the harbor, hoping it would take him far, far away from Fangkok. Maybe even someplace with no people at all, so he wouldn’t put anyone in danger.

The nights on the ship were long and hard, Char was unsure of how much time he had spent there; or how much longer it would take for him to finally die of starvation. No food or water for days, he just sat in the cold, dark, cargo locker, not knowing when he’d be able to get out. Finally, after what had seemed like years, the locker opened. The light was blinding at first, but his eyes soon adjusted and he could make out the blurry shapes of a harbor at night. Even though his legs weak, all that energy had returned as he leaped off the ship, eager to be on land again. He was unsure of where he was, but he knew it wasn’t anywhere close to Fangkok, or even Thailand. The town looked nothing like Fangkok, and he’d spent hours exploring the place. Going through tunnels in the sewer, taking shortcuts through dark alleyways, he’d finally found a building that caught his eye. A large stone castle-like building, with a banner spread across the entrance with words in a language he couldn’t read. He wasn’t sure what this building was, what it was for, who or what lived here, but at last, he felt like he belonged here. This place, unlike all the others in this strange new town, …felt welcoming.

## Monster abilities

### Shapeshifting

Char is able to shapeshift from a humanoid form to fully-feline. However, in his feline form, another strange ability arises: **he can kill with just one touch**. This ability is not present when he’s in his humanoid form, yet the problem is he can’t control when he transforms, usually outbursts of panic or extreme emotion will cause him to transform into a deadly feline, which is why he advises others to stray away; he doesn’t know when he’ll suddenly transform and put others in danger. Because of this, he tries to keep himself calm as he knows intense emotion is one cause for his sudden transformations.

### Were-beast abilities

As a type of were-cat, Char also has were-cat abilities:

-enhanced senses, such as hearing

-enhanced agility

-rapid hair growth, as Char is completely covered in hair(fur)

-feline instincts, such as having claws, disliking water, and being naturally curious

## Relationships

### Family

Charcoal is the son of a Cha Kla father and werecat mother; making him a hybrid. Being only half Cha Kla is why his “deadly touch” ability is only present when in feline form, and his fur is not completely jet-black. He was abandoned at birth, so he never knew his parents. He also does not know what kind of monster he is, only assuming he is some kind of werecat.

### Friends

Who are their friends and why? How did their relationship start?

### Romance

Who do they fancy? Are they in a relationship? Who have they been in a relationship with in the past?

### Enemies

Who do they hate and why? How did they become enemies?

## Trivia

* their origin/inspiration
* His name ‘Charcoal’ comes from what the other residents of his neighborhood used to cal him: “charcoal”, because of his charcoal colored fur; the name stuck. His last name ‘Claw’ is completely made up by charcoal himself, because he doesn’t want others to know he is actually nameless, completely without a last name. (Also just wanted his name to be a pun on “Cha Kla” lol)
* More trivia TBA