a lesson in dependence;

hello i’m ferb and this is charles and he’s a mess please love and respect him or i will cry???? anyways hit me up on ims here or discord ( swanronson#0806 ) if you’d like to plot with him!!! i promise i’m more friendly than he is!!!

STATS: 

Full Name: charles cogsworth delettrez 

Nickname(s): preferably none, but some people call him “charlie”

Age: thirty

Date of Birth: 15 august 1990

Zodiac Sign: leo

Hometown: pastoral city

Current Location: rome pines

Magic: timeline vision sharing

Gender: cis male

Pronouns: he/him

Orientation: bisexual

Occupation: history professor

Home: a cottage in dunbroch woods with @beaulumiere​

Languages Spoken: english & french

Face Claim: deniz can aktaş 

ABOUT: 

charles was born in pastoral city to one of the richest families on all of the island, and from the second he was old enough to understand that vast amount of wealth: he was indifferent to it. no amount of money could ever by the love of his parents, or the respect of his older sister. no amount of money could make him any less lonely.

as a child, charles never really had any friends. they weren’t allowed. it was something his family considered “beneath” them. emotional attachments were frowned upon as a whole. and so he hardened his heart, and let it grow cold. it was easier to get that little bit of approval than it was to rebel. 

he noticed his power when he realized a downturn in the markets would pull his father away on christmas morning, something he’d dreamed about weeks before. but he never told anyone, because he didn’t want to be used anymore than he already was. 

charles was sixteen when he first tried to run away. he’d met a boy who swore that his parents would take charles in, but when he arrived at their home, they called charles’ dad within minutes. he never went back to that school, instead he spent the next two years homeschooled, until he went to university. a punishment, of sorts, for his one act of rebellion. 

but it backfired. charles threw himself into learning history, instead of learning the ins and outs of a stock market that he loathed. charles spent his university days in the library, making small talk with the others who hung around far too much and never getting close enough. he was an enigma to his classmates, but he was brilliant. his memory was sharp, and he can pull dates and facts on command. 

he got his masters’ degree, then his phd. his father indulged him, he claimed, because the second he was finished with school he would start in the company. and he did what he was told, because he thought that was what he was supposed to do. he’d seen it - in his dreams. it was inevitable, in his mind. 

the day he dreamed of boarding a boat under the cover of the night, dark hoodie covering half his face, and taking off to rome pines, was the day everything changed. 

he spent two weeks planning, but the escape route was the only thing unclear. he cleared out bank accounts, inheritance checks and trust funds. he became independently wealthy, and when his father asked, he spun a lie about investing. luck was on his side, yet again, when his father never asked another question. 

on the night he finally decided to disappear, he found himself on a fishing boat, after he told yet another tragic lie to a rome pines fisherman about how he’d come to pastoral city for business and had gotten stranded. the man believed him, so he received passage to rome pines. the smile on his face as he watched the lights of the city fade into the fog of the evening was the first genuine one he’d had since he was sixteen. 

he was starting to think that some higher power wanted him to succeed, because when he arrived in rome pines there was an opening for a professor of history at axiom university, and he got the spot during his first interview. he decided to treat himself to a milkshake to celebrate, and that’s where he met the love of his life. 

beau, or lumi, as charles would end up the only person who got to use the nickname, was a server there. and after charlie had scared off one waitress, he stepped in. and he was different from anyone else: he was persistent. he called him “charlie” no matter how many times he insisted his name was “charles”, and he treated him like a normal person, instead of some weird outsider. 

charles didn’t mean to ask him out on the first date. sure, he’d been toying with the idea, but the fact of the matter was: he figured he’d never do it. he surprised himself when he was suggesting gusteau’s, and saying he’d meet lumi there at six o’clock sharp. 

the night went better than charles could’ve ever imagined, a perfect first real date. none of the stuffy awkwardness of the pairings pushed on him by his family, and half the dinner they spent laughing at each other’s terrible jokes. 

after that, they were inseparable. lumi basically moved in a few weeks later, the nights lumi had off, they spent curled up together just enjoying being near one another. 

his father called, for the first time, three months after he met lumi. he had a hand on his suitcase before he thought for a few seconds baout lumi’s face when he realized charlie was gone. and he realized he was being manipulated, that he didn’t have to do anything or go back to pastoral city, ever. it took that phone call to realize that he was free, truly, from his old life. 

lumi moved in fully the next day, and they were married seven months later. it just felt right, to promise him forever, to move into a house they could build a life in. and so he did what he wanted and stopped looking over his shoulder, stopped waiting for his father to ruin it. he let himself be happy. 

since then, he’s been scrambling to find a way to tell lumi that the rumors are true, that he’s magic. but every time he works up the courage, it disappears when he reminds himself that lumi might leave, if he knew. he’d heard the rumors about pastoral city, the way people called him “one of the good ones” on campus sometimes. so he just.. never did.

now, though, he might have to. with pastoral city seeking shelter in rome pines, charles is a little scared that he’ll be forced to face his family again after five whole years apart from them. he’s playing at being a recluse for this very reason. while beau might be rolling out the welcome mat, charles wishes they’d all go away. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS: 

i’m down for literally  anything! i just have one actual wanted connection, his older sister: