Where I am from and how I got here is none of your concern.
No you cannot touch my tail, and do not mess with my plants, if they eat you, that's your fault.
And no, I cannot hear you. Shouting at me does not change that.
Hello! I'm Marylin! I would like to eat you!
Give that back you damn plant.
Ignore her.
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general cw: this account will include possible mentions of alcohol, drugs, eating disorders (ARFID) and implied adult content. details will be vague, but please proceed with caution.
More info on Charlie can be found under the cut.
Last updated August 9th 2026.
OOC
'Charlie using sign language can be identified like this'
Charlie typing can be identified like this.
Charlie using verbal speech can be identified like this.
Green is used for Marylin.
Pink is used when Charlie is gay panicking.
Red is used for cannibalistic urges/angry.
Bonus tags
#ouatis era - this post takes place during Once Upon A Time (In Space)
#udad era - this post takes place during Ulysses Dies At Dawn
#hnoc era - this post takes place during High Noon Over Camelot (this also includes when Brian is stuck in Avalon)
#bifrost era - this post takes place during The Bifrost Incident
#little flower - age regressed Charlie.
Notes about Charlie's character
NOTE: the information has been condensed on a google doc, only important information will be listed here.
Charlie is transmasc, and use he/they pronouns.
He is hard of hearing, while his hearing can vary he typically uses sign language to communicate. His ears are so screwed because his mechanism is incomplete.
His mechanism is his inner ears, they are extremely sensitive and loud noises such as gunshots often overload them, making them ring. On several occasions he has tried to claw his ears out due to overstimulation.
Charlie is physically disabled, having chronic circulation issues due to hypothermia exposure when he was mortal, he is also highly self conscious of the scarring on his limbs and stomach.
Origin-wise, he was mechanised by Doctor Carmilla, though his ears were left incomplete when she was tossed out of the airlock. He was discovered shortly after when he escaped the lab in search of food and was promptly shot by Jonny.
He can play the harp! Or at least he used to be able to play the harp, he's extremely out of practice because Can't Hear.
INFORMATION REGARDING CHARLIE LINNAEA BOTANIST OF THE STARSHIP AURORA MECHANISM: INNER EARS PRONOUNS: HE/THEY AGE AT MECHANISATION: 21 (bel
This rp blog includes polymechs?
mod is an adult
no explicit NSFW but feel free to imply stuff. vaguely suggestive is okay, so long as the character and mod are adults.
I also run @celest-i4l @ventgoblinaquarius and @death0nwings
Here's Charlie's reference. Another design note, he's very tall, 7'2 to be exact. His species comes from a smaller planet with lower gravity, hence the taller stature.
Im too lazy to draw different clothes for Charlie but here's the kinda vibe
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[They moved to grab something, but hesitated. They should just... go for something strong but semi-palatable, right? Even if the burn usually bothered them a little, it was better than risking being made fun of...]
[They relaxed upon spotting a familiar option; mead. That was one of the ones nobody would really laugh about, and it was one they could handle. They'd had plenty of experience with it before, after all. So, that's what they grabbed.]
*Charlie grabbed a bottle of scotch out of the bag, a bottle he'd almost certainly stolen from Ashes (and, let's be real, he'd probably get stabbed over it later) he opened the bottle, taking a drink from it.*
*Charlie placed the scotch to the side, then pointed at it.*
Ash's.
*He then grabbed the bag, pulling out some bottles while rattling off names, some whiskey from Jonny, more scotch from Ashes, some bottles of wine that Tim apparently had, some vodka from Nastya- fucking hell he stole a lot of stuff..*
[They moved to grab something, but hesitated. They should just... go for something strong but semi-palatable, right? Even if the burn usually bothered them a little, it was better than risking being made fun of...]
[They relaxed upon spotting a familiar option; mead. That was one of the ones nobody would really laugh about, and it was one they could handle. They'd had plenty of experience with it before, after all. So, that's what they grabbed.]
*Charlie grabbed a bottle of scotch out of the bag, a bottle he'd almost certainly stolen from Ashes (and, let's be real, he'd probably get stabbed over it later) he opened the bottle, taking a drink from it.*
*Charlie placed the scotch to the side, then pointed at it.*
Ash's.
*He then grabbed the bag, pulling out some bottles while rattling off names, some whiskey from Jonny, more scotch from Ashes, some bottles of wine that Tim apparently had, some vodka from Nastya- fucking hell he stole a lot of stuff..*
[They moved to grab something, but hesitated. They should just... go for something strong but semi-palatable, right? Even if the burn usually bothered them a little, it was better than risking being made fun of...]
[They relaxed upon spotting a familiar option; mead. That was one of the ones nobody would really laugh about, and it was one they could handle. They'd had plenty of experience with it before, after all. So, that's what they grabbed.]
*Charlie grabbed a bottle of scotch out of the bag, a bottle he'd almost certainly stolen from Ashes (and, let's be real, he'd probably get stabbed over it later) he opened the bottle, taking a drink from it.*
*Charlie placed the scotch to the side, then pointed at it.*
Ash's.
*He then grabbed the bag, pulling out some bottles while rattling off names, some whiskey from Jonny, more scotch from Ashes, some bottles of wine that Tim apparently had, some vodka from Nastya- fucking hell he stole a lot of stuff..*
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[They moved to grab something, but hesitated. They should just... go for something strong but semi-palatable, right? Even if the burn usually bothered them a little, it was better than risking being made fun of...]
[They relaxed upon spotting a familiar option; mead. That was one of the ones nobody would really laugh about, and it was one they could handle. They'd had plenty of experience with it before, after all. So, that's what they grabbed.]
*Charlie grabbed a bottle of scotch out of the bag, a bottle he'd almost certainly stolen from Ashes (and, let's be real, he'd probably get stabbed over it later) he opened the bottle, taking a drink from it.*
*Charlie placed the scotch to the side, then pointed at it.*
Ash's.
*He then grabbed the bag, pulling out some bottles while rattling off names, some whiskey from Jonny, more scotch from Ashes, some bottles of wine that Tim apparently had, some vodka from Nastya- fucking hell he stole a lot of stuff..*
[They moved to grab something, but hesitated. They should just... go for something strong but semi-palatable, right? Even if the burn usually bothered them a little, it was better than risking being made fun of...]
[They relaxed upon spotting a familiar option; mead. That was one of the ones nobody would really laugh about, and it was one they could handle. They'd had plenty of experience with it before, after all. So, that's what they grabbed.]
*Charlie grabbed a bottle of scotch out of the bag, a bottle he'd almost certainly stolen from Ashes (and, let's be real, he'd probably get stabbed over it later) he opened the bottle, taking a drink from it.*
*Charlie placed the scotch to the side, then pointed at it.*
Ash's.
*He then grabbed the bag, pulling out some bottles while rattling off names, some whiskey from Jonny, more scotch from Ashes, some bottles of wine that Tim apparently had, some vodka from Nastya- fucking hell he stole a lot of stuff..*
[They moved to grab something, but hesitated. They should just... go for something strong but semi-palatable, right? Even if the burn usually bothered them a little, it was better than risking being made fun of...]
[They relaxed upon spotting a familiar option; mead. That was one of the ones nobody would really laugh about, and it was one they could handle. They'd had plenty of experience with it before, after all. So, that's what they grabbed.]
*Charlie grabbed a bottle of scotch out of the bag, a bottle he'd almost certainly stolen from Ashes (and, let's be real, he'd probably get stabbed over it later) he opened the bottle, taking a drink from it.*
*Charlie placed the scotch to the side, then pointed at it.*
Ash's.
*He then grabbed the bag, pulling out some bottles while rattling off names, some whiskey from Jonny, more scotch from Ashes, some bottles of wine that Tim apparently had, some vodka from Nastya- fucking hell he stole a lot of stuff..*
[They moved to grab something, but hesitated. They should just... go for something strong but semi-palatable, right? Even if the burn usually bothered them a little, it was better than risking being made fun of...]
[They relaxed upon spotting a familiar option; mead. That was one of the ones nobody would really laugh about, and it was one they could handle. They'd had plenty of experience with it before, after all. So, that's what they grabbed.]
*Charlie grabbed a bottle of scotch out of the bag, a bottle he'd almost certainly stolen from Ashes (and, let's be real, he'd probably get stabbed over it later) he opened the bottle, taking a drink from it.*
*Charlie placed the scotch to the side, then pointed at it.*
Ash's.
*He then grabbed the bag, pulling out some bottles while rattling off names, some whiskey from Jonny, more scotch from Ashes, some bottles of wine that Tim apparently had, some vodka from Nastya- fucking hell he stole a lot of stuff..*
[They moved to grab something, but hesitated. They should just... go for something strong but semi-palatable, right? Even if the burn usually bothered them a little, it was better than risking being made fun of...]
[They relaxed upon spotting a familiar option; mead. That was one of the ones nobody would really laugh about, and it was one they could handle. They'd had plenty of experience with it before, after all. So, that's what they grabbed.]
*Charlie grabbed a bottle of scotch out of the bag, a bottle he'd almost certainly stolen from Ashes (and, let's be real, he'd probably get stabbed over it later) he opened the bottle, taking a drink from it.*
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[They moved to grab something, but hesitated. They should just... go for something strong but semi-palatable, right? Even if the burn usually bothered them a little, it was better than risking being made fun of...]
[They relaxed upon spotting a familiar option; mead. That was one of the ones nobody would really laugh about, and it was one they could handle. They'd had plenty of experience with it before, after all. So, that's what they grabbed.]
*Charlie grabbed a bottle of scotch out of the bag, a bottle he'd almost certainly stolen from Ashes (and, let's be real, he'd probably get stabbed over it later) he opened the bottle, taking a drink from it.*
[They moved to grab something, but hesitated. They should just... go for something strong but semi-palatable, right? Even if the burn usually bothered them a little, it was better than risking being made fun of...]
[They relaxed upon spotting a familiar option; mead. That was one of the ones nobody would really laugh about, and it was one they could handle. They'd had plenty of experience with it before, after all. So, that's what they grabbed.]
*Charlie grabbed a bottle of scotch out of the bag, a bottle he'd almost certainly stolen from Ashes (and, let's be real, he'd probably get stabbed over it later) he opened the bottle, taking a drink from it.*
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Charlie slowly wakes up in an unfamiliar room. It's dimly lit by wall lights, seemingly intentionally so. Looking around the room reveals it to be some sort of lounge with wood paneling, several sofas (one of which he is almost artfully layed on), a card table, and a small but well-stocked bar.
"-will take in as many strays as I want, thank-you-very-much!"
Someone yells from outside the room, before shouldering the door open and strutting in. It's a tall, scrawny, and tired-looking man looking to be in his mid-forties. He has scruffy brown hair and an equally scruffy dusting of facial hair, and he's wearing a brown longcoat with two thick silver stripes by the bottom over grey loungewear. He smiles at Charlie when he notices they're awake.
"Aye, sleeping beauty! Good to see ya awake."
He says, awfully loud and jovial.
- @son-of-deimos
*Charlie hissed quietly, covering his ears with his hands and squeezing his eyes shut, even the dim lighting felt too bright for him, the voice made his ears ring.*
"Sh't up.."
*SpChrist his throat hurt, it felt like he'd swallowed glass for a millennium, honestly, he might have done that, he couldn't remember anything that had happened in the last however many days.*
Wilmont, as instructed, shuts up. Charlie hears a rustling sound before someone very carefully pushes a pair of sunglasses onto his face. There's some more rustling, before someone loosely grabs his wrist, putting a plastic water bottle into his hand. The person then ruffles his hair, before presumably standing up. There's a sparking sound that rappidly fades, followed shortly by the distant sound of a burner sparking. After about a minute, the room begins to fill with the scent of cooking beets.
*Charlie tried to sit up, though he struggled quite a bit as his muscles didn't want to co-operate, if he moved too fast or too much they'd lock up for a few moments. Eventually he managed to get himself upright, taking a small sip of water from the bottle.*
The water in the bottle is tinted slightly yellow and tastes faintly of lemon.
Wilmont—who's somehow now on the other side of the room—looks up from the small soup pan he's stirring, lifting a hand and signing 'Space Station 6' in Military Sign. Well, technically he signs 'Orbit Base 6', which means effectively the same thing. He then turns his attention back to the soup(?), dashing some salt in.
The water, unsurprisingly, smells faintly of lemon. Wilmont points at a wire basket sitting on the bar table. Though it is too far away to read them, Charlie can see what look to be those water flavoring powder packets. It seems the soup is done, as Wilmont takes the pan off of the burner and busys himself rummaging in a small cupboard for bowls and spoons, both of the soup and serving variety.
*Charlie shrugged, taking another sip of the water, spchrist he was cold and his joints hurt like hell, it was hard to move his fingers and just holding the water bottle hurt his arm. After a few moments he placed it down.*
Wilmont shakes his head, laddling soup into one of the bowls. He rests a soup spoon in it, carefully picking it up and walking over to Charlie. He sets the bowl on a small sidetable next to the couch, shrugging his longcoat off and dropping it onto Charlie. The coat's unreasonably warm, though whether that's because of just how cold Charlie is or if Wilmont just runs inhumanly hot is hard to tell. Wilmont picks up the bowl of soup, holding it out to Charlie. The soup's a deep and rich red color, probably a beet borscht.
*Charlie eyed the bowl of soup suspiciously, but reached out and took it from Wilmont after a few moments, bringing a spoonful of soup to his nose and sniffing it.*
"No meat..?"
*He wasn't convinced the food was safe to eat, sure, getting poisoned or eating a bit of meat wouldn't kill him, at least not permanently, but the consequences of eating something he couldn't digest was not something he had the energy for.*
While he is very clearly trying to speak quietly, and is quieter than he was when he first entered, he's still surprisingly loud.
"Oh, that reminds me..."
He shifts his grip on the bowl, holding it out to Charlie in the palm of his right hand. He taps a button on an earpiece that was hidden by his hair, muttering something into it.
*He grabbed the bowl carefully, placing it on his lap as quickly as he could without spilling the contents. He didn't immediately go to eat the soup, even with the reassurance that there was no meat in it.*
"'m not h'ngry.."
*That was a lie, he definitely was hungry, but somehow he didn't have much of an appetite, all he wanted was to go back to sleep.*
Wilmont gives Charlie a stern look. Or, at least, tries to. His face is a bit too narrow and stressed-looking to pull it off.
"Choomba. You were dead. Ain't no way you're not hungry. And besides, it's warm, it'll make your popsicle ass feel better."
Someone knocks on the door (which is surprisingly made of wood). Wilmont looks over at the door, glancing back at Charlie before calling out.
"It's not locked."
The door slowly swings opens and in steps... a relatively normal looking man. He looks to be in his 20's, and is wearing seagreen medical scrubs under a doctor's coat. He's wearing blue medical gloves and glasses that sit slightly askew on his round face. He stares at Charlie for a moment, looking a bit baffled.
"...Oh my god she's actually awake."
He glances at Wilmont, who shrugs and gestures vaguely at Charlie.
*Charlie glanced over at the new person sceptically, then turned his attention back to the bowl, staring at it like it had personally offended him.*
"Nyke ȳdra daor jaelagon naejot sagon, yn iksan."
(I don't want to be, but I am.)
*What he said wasn't understandable, at least to their ears, but Charlie didn't want them to understand what he'd said. He grabbed the bowl carefully, moving it off his lap.*
He guesses idly, pulling a syringe with a pink medicine in it out of the bag.
"This is Leporazine. It'll help fix your core temperature and get all those ice crystals out of your blood."
The doctor taps the bubbles out of the syringe, before very calmly and gently grabbing Charlie's hand, pulling their arm out to him. He sets the syringe down on the coffee table, pulling an alcohol wipe out of a pocket and wiping a spot on Charlie's arm clean. He then grabs the syringe again and very calmly begins lining the needle up with one of Charlie's veins.
*He tried his best to stay calm, but before he could get the needle in he tugged his arm away, hissing at the doctor instinctively. He attempted to jab the man with his tail, but the blade he usually had attached to it was absent.*
*Charlie mumbled something incoherent, then stopped and tried to make his voice clearer.*
"Get... on w'th 't.."
*He didn't seem too happy about being held in place, his tail twitching in Wilmont's grip and trying to tug itself free, but aside from that he was shockingly still, locking up every other muscle in his body so he didn't try to bolt.*
*Once he was let go he shuddered violently, stretching his arms out in an attempt to sooth his nerves. Fortunately, it seemed easier to move them now.*
"I know th't.. 'm not h'ngry."
*He kept an eye on the doctor, still visibly on edge around the man, but he couldn't place why he was so uneasy.*
The doctor sighs slightly, glancing at his bag before turning to look at Wilmont.
"Wilmont, would you kindly fetch a bottle of supplements from the survey room? Oh, and grab the bag labeled 'female Valyrian' while you're there."
Wilmont side-eyes Charlie, before standing up.
"Sure."
He states, grabbing his coat before seemingly thinking better and leaving it draped over Charlie. When it settles, Charlie notices that there's a pistol holstered on the inside of the coat. Wilmont's second-guessing has shifted the still-warm longcoat so that the pistol sits close to their hand. Wilmont walks out the door.
The Doctor waits a bit, before standing up and walking over to the door. He locks it, the old style lock making a dense sound that echoes uncomforably in the room. He turns to look at Charlie.
*Charlie shifted uncomfortably when the man locked the door, he mentally took note of the pistol in the coat, he loathed guns and the noise they created, but it wasn't like he had any other weapons on him. He just hoped it was loaded should worse come to worst.*
*He raised a hand to sign, before realising that the doctor likely wouldn't understand whatever he tried to say.*
The Doctor sighs, crossing his hands behind his back and slowly walking towards Charlie.
"Both policy and my own morals won't let me release a patient who might just drop dead from organ failure."
He comes to a stop in front of Charlie, looking down at them with a stern expression. He's standing just out of range of Charlie's tail.
"You came back to life two days before we could have tried to bring you back. If you refuse to tell me how, I will be forced to break out my surgical tools."
His voice is as stern as his expression, but there's this underlying softness to it. It seems like, while it's not an empty threat, he would rather not go through with it.
"And from your reaction to something as simple as a needle, i doubt either of us would enjoy that."
*At the mention of surgical tools, Charlie brought his hands up to cover his ears protectively, his tail lashing behind him where he was sure the doctor could see.*
"Y' not touching m' fuckin' ears."
*He brought his hands away from his ears, crouching down a bit lower on the couch. There was a sort of feline grace to how he moved.*
*Charlie gestured to his ears and the green hearing aids he wore, there were faint scars on the backs of both of his ears, they were mostly healed at this point, but considering there were scars at all pointed to the possibility of repeated injury.*
