Alpha 2 Charlie Kohler

Basics:
{Name Given} Charlie Thorburn
{Name Taken} Charlie Thorburn Kohler
{Age} 32
{Date of Birth} October 19th 1980
{Race} Human - Scottish/German
{Height} 5'4"
{Weight} 135

B.R.O.S. ::

{Rank} Alpha 2
{POW} Super Strength
{Division} Combatants
{Classification} Head Combatant
{Date Joined} Creation

{Power of Wielder}
As the name suggest, her strength is 'super'. The ability allows the user to lift, break, and fight with a strength unlike any human being. She can take down buildings, hold up building, rip down metal, break the ground, break your bones - you name it, she can do it. Hand to hand combat takes practically nothing out of her. When you get into throwing boulders and cars, disrupting the ground, and attempting to take out a building (multiples at a time) - You are asking for a burnt out Scottish flame.
To prevent herself from become drained she must eat a certain amount of food (especially protein) every day. And even if she wakes up in the middle of the night, she will have to eat a protein bar to make sure all is well. In her bags she carries her protein bars the head of Healers and Analyst made special for her and any of the Combatants who need such big amounts of sustenance. So with this she is practically always on fire and ready to go! She just needs to make sure she eats.

{Bro's Personality}
Charlie is an out spoken, loud, tough, excitable tom boy to its fullest. She will tell you how it is no matter what it is and isn't afraid to do it. She doesn't mean to hurt your feelings, if she does, but she hates lies. And even if you don't "say" a lie. Not telling someone something is a lie in itself. She isn't afraid to get dirty or scrape her knee. And she will tease you endlessly because she loves you. That's why.
Now for the softer half. Charlie is also a very kind and motherly woman who will protect her loved ones to the death of her if she must. "I will fall before I let you fall." she will say to you. In her tom boyish personality there is a very beautiful woman just behind it waiting to catch and comfort you when you need it.
She trains and eats. And eats and trains. She enjoys music, especially that of the Irish and Scottish types. She knows how to do her old town dances as well as a few new age dances. She will sing no matter who is around and will dance with you, especially if you don't want to.
Now you know about her fun side, and her motherly side. Now for her temper. Charlie is a fairly patent person when it comes to dealing with people and problems. So as it is for many patient people, when she looses her temper. Watch out... Run if you can. Better yet, Don't piss her off. But don't let your guard down. That flirty wink might just be the last thing you see before you taste floor.
As a leader, Charlie can be fun and happy. But she is also serious, cautious, and concerned for your well being and the well being of people in general. She is blunt but gentle. She is careful and wise. Very much different from what she was when she was a child.

{Bro's Story}
Charlie had a simple childhood for an orphan in Scotland. Her and the other orphans were well taken care of and happy in their little cottage out in the fields and rocky ridges. She made good friends, and good potatoes in their garden. It wasn't until she was 10 when her power first revealed itself. It was a warm summer night when a man broke into the orphanage wielding a gun, he drunkly brandish the thing at the orphanage keeper and the older children demand money, which, they had none of. Charlie in a brave, but stupid, attempt to get the gun from the drunk man rushed at him from the girls bedroom wielding her own weapon. A broom.
Most of you went 'Thats not safe.' and you are right. As soon at the broom hit the man on the side of the head, his attention turned on her. She ran from him into the empty boys room to hide trying to get the oldest ones a chance to call for help. But even though drunk, the man followed her rather quickly into the room catching her by the hair. She turned and grabbed him by the arm screaming and kicking angrily at him. The man yelped when her little nails dug into his skin pointing the gun to her head and threatening to shoot if she didn't cooperate. Puffing her cheeks in stubbornness she freed on hand from his arm and smack as hard as she could at his wrist. There was a snap and a shriek from the man, throwing Charlie to the floor she took a stance again, her cheeks puffing out as the man cussed at the brat for breaking his wrist and lunged at her. She took another meaningful swing at him with the broomstick, only this time sent him out through the wall and down the steep rocky hill away from her, also snapping the poor old broom in half.
As she got older, the owners told her what had happened when she was little and said they never told a soul in order to protect her. By this time she was almost 16.
She left the orphanage at 17 to get out on her own feet, with paperwork in hand, and fled with excitement for an opportunity to move to the states. She loved Scotland with her heart, but she wanted a better opportunity to learn. She was accepted to a college for basic classes on a students visa and was moved to the United States for school. After four years of college, she had gotten a good job and saved up the money to own her own little cafe and for a dual citizenship.
The second time her power came to light was on a late night in November when she was closing down her cafe, a masked man walked in. "I'm sorry sir, I'm closen' down for the night and I've already dumped th-" he pointed a gun to her head "I'm not here for coffee," he handed a bag to her. She stood up slowly taking the bag and putting her hands over her head and looked over at him. "Sorry, not today sweetheart." She threw the bag at him making him jump and snatched up a chair and gave it a meaningful swing knocking the man a few feet from her. One of the mans buddies came at her from behind and tried to get her in a choke hold. Remembering what the orphanage mother told her, instead of struggling, Charlie grabbed the mans arm and squeezed crushing his bone as if it were dough. Seeing they were not going to win this battle, the two men fled from her store, letting her shut it down and go about her closing.
22 years old, and Charlie had everything she ever wanted. A nice small house, a place to work, her own business no less. And a little cash to spend here and there. Came closing time again, and wouldn't you know a man stepped into the closing building. Night time and all. Charlie grunted and stood up turning around "Listen hunny, I'm closed. And if ya plan on robbin' the place, ya ain't gonna like whats comin' for y-" she stopped looking up at the young man and lost her words. "...Not going to like it, am I?" the tall man asked smiling at her gently, but it turned into a smirk as he handed a piece of paper to her "I was wondering actually, if you were hiring? I am bored and would like to have a little hobby, and your coffee shop suited my fancy little dear." he said as she took the paper from him.
"O-Oh... W-well lets sit and talk then, sorry for bein' rude to ya! Men come in here lookin' for trouble usually this late at night." she said. The man shook his head and chuckled. "I'm not looking for any trouble little darling, just some work, and maybe a cup of tea." She ended up hiring Hugo Kohler to her little cafe and didn't regret the decision.
One closing night, poor Hugo had a cold and was left in the back to deal with folding boxes, somewhere where he couldn't get into trouble or get Charlie's customers sick. Charlie turned on her fire burner after closing to make her handsome employee some tea and turned her back to get the water ready. Hugo was walking into the front area where she was and let out a heavy sneeze into his sleeve, frightening Charlie who jerked around knocking the teapot off of the burner. She instantly reached to grab the pot, ad instead of shattering, the pot stopped in mid air. Charlie froze, her already pale face turning paler as she looked up at the man to say something to him and saw his hand out. As soon as her dark green eyes met his hazel ones, he looked away, ashamed. He set the pot into her hands and took the rest of the boxes outside. Charlie watched him leave and looked away, still shocked until a smile whipped across her face. She quickly put up the teapot and the rest of the things, her heart racing. She ran back out to the front, nearly colliding with Hugo, she opened her mouth to say something when he handed her a resignation paper
looking absolutely miserable. "Why in the bloody hell are you giving this to me?!" Charlie's voice boomed almost instantly in the cafe of only her and Gin. Anyone standing outside would have heard the red head's roar. He looked completely thrown by the question. "W-Well, when people find out I'm different... T-They... They.." he looked away. "They what!? Spit it out!" she snapped impatient and upset. "They want me gone! I quit silently, and they don't tell a soul what happened..." he snapped back folding his arms. Charlie's frown grew more, "Like hell I want you to quit! Stupid!" She cursed under her breath ripping the letter to shreds and throwing it in the trash. "Come here ya hooligan!" she huffed grabbing him by the hand gently, and leading him into the ally-way where her car was parked. "Different? Different you say?" she grabbed the front of her car and lifted it until she could get under it and then proceeded to lift it over her head, cheeks puffed out childishly. "This different enough for ya!?" she hissed. Hugo stared at her in shock, a smile slowly splitting across his face. He looked like a little kid looking from the car to the little Scottish flame holding it up. "Brilliant, and absolutely beautiful little darling!" he said breathlessly. Charlie put the car down and marched herself back into the cafe, nose in the air, Hugo following directly after her. "You know, little dear, you are dreadfully cute when you puff out your cheeks like that." Hugo whispered in her ear from directly behind her. Charlie whipped around in surprise, her cheeks inflating again but stopped in an instant when the tall blonde man lay his hands on her hips. "I'm sorry, miss Charlie." He said looking her dead in the eye. She wanted to push back, but couldn't. Her expression softened and she blushed. "Don't be an idiot and do it again." She shaking a finger, her hand immediately taken into his and kissed it softly "I'll be seeing you in the morning beautiful." Charlie's cheeks puffed out again, face turning red. "Get lost ya hooligan." she said looking away then looking back over through the corner of her eye and smiled at him adoringly as he left.
As love would have it, the two married 9 months later, happy and smitten. Hugo was offered to become a part of his parents fashion buisness, but instead he continued to run the cafe with his wife. Life would go on simple for the two, once in awhile they would have to use there ability to protect themselves, each other, or the people around them. It was no secret the Kohler's were super heros to the town. Charlie had a miscarriage of twins, grieving the couple greatly. But they came out stronger as a team than ever. Only shortly after that, on a strange, empty morning at the cafe, a stranger came into the couple's cafe in hopes to make a couple friends... Maybe some Bros even. And, well... We'll just leave the history book open for that, shall we? fav.me/d5vyr12

{Random Bro Facts}
- She HATES spiders, arachnophobia in a milder sense. She just freaks the bloody hell out, and she can't touch the damn thing. But don't think you can use it against her, you're asking for a death sentence

-She LOVES</b> coffee, all different kinds.

-She is a natural red head

-Loves her Husband

-Collects different colored and kinds of converse

-Likes old styles of clothing and things

-Likes old fashioned libraries

-Gives no bothers

-Nope

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And a special thanks to my fairy people!