Chuck Shurley

Name: Charles ‘Chuck’ Shurley
Nicknames: Chuck (because no one calls him Charles), writes under the pen name ‘Carver Edlund’.
Gender: Male
Age/DOB: 16/04/1979 (aged 34)
Occupation: Writer (Former), Prophet (Possibly former).
Member Group: Human
Playby: Robert Patrick Benedict




Likes:
Peace and Quiet
Whiskey
Comfort
Writing (Questionable)
Comfortable bathrobes
The film Beaches.
Nancy Mckeon
Coffee
Dossing around in his pants
Being complimented (It’s rare)
Bananas
Cats
Sleep, uninterrupted by headaches or visions
Music, he has a fair voice on him, but it’s a private hobby


Dislikes:
Confrontation
Loud noises
Violence, being hurt, guns
Being forced into uncomfortable situations
Being in any manner undressed
Being overly touched by people he doesn’t know
Being put on the spot
Being studied
Running out of toilet paper
Headaches, and his visions
Having no choice
People invading what he considers his home
Archangels
Beetroot


Dreams:
For all this to be over with
To have a normal life
To ‘Find someone, eventually’
To write a more successful book series

Strengths/Special Abilities:
Prophet of the Lord (potentially former)
Unbeknownst Vessel of The Almighty
Hoarder
Resourceful
Small, quiet, easily overlooked
Smarter than he looks
Knows everything you need about devils traps and alike, he wrote the Gospel of the Winchesters after all

Weaknesses:
Small, quiet, easily overlooked
Physically weak
Goes into Panic mode
Easily startled/frightened
Alcohol dependent

Personality (At least 2 paragraphs):
Chuck’s personality would appear to be fairly straight forward. He’s actually more complex than he first appears to be. Outwardly, Chuck Shurley is shy, retiring, and reclusive. He does like his own company, and he is very private. He doesn't like people too close to him, most of the time because he really doesn’t like being man handled. He does have a few flinchy tendencies and he doesn’t like any sort of tension, it sends him into ‘panic mode’ in which case he’ll stutter, say things he probably shouldn’t, and waffle on about unimportant tangents. If he can hold his tongue, he’s the ultimate distraction if someone is trying to get someone to ‘talk’, because he’ll start going on about unrelated subjects purely out of the panic of something to say.

He does lack confidence, and people touching him and getting close is more likely to make him uncomfortable rather than spark his interest. If he’s interested in you, he’ll show it in the tiniest of ways, and you really have to look for it, and make a few brave guesses. He does, however, like being complimented from a reasonable distance, even if it makes him bashful. The best way to get through to him on an emotionally connective level is to compliment him on his writing rather than his physical appearance, which he doesn’t take that much care of. Chuck isn’t that fussy on who is offering the compliments, and although he’s never really contemplated his own sexuality, he’ll accept compliments from anyone.

Chuck is also very intelligent, he’s well educated and thoughtful, and enjoys a good debate on almost any subject. As a writer, he likes to read a lot and vanish off into a story that is anything other than his own or the Winchester Gospel. Never underestimate Chuck intellectually, but feel free to assume he’d lose in most fist fights. On a more private level of his personality, he does have that longing any man does to be a hero. Heroes get the girls and the glory, but unfortunately Chuck simply doesn’t have the prowess to pull it off, or the nerve, and he’s accepted this, but hey…Guy can dream. He did get a taste of it back at his convention run, but as it turned out Becky simply wasn’t for him. Or he wasn’t for Becky, because he’s not a 6’4 Winchester.





Parents: Unknown, Mr. and Mrs. Shurley?
Siblings: None
Important others: Known to the Winchesters, Castiel, and frankly most angels, as they know the names of the prophets.




History (at least 2-3 good paragraphs):
Well, we’ll skip over the obvious. He was born in Warrens Valley, Ohio, in 1979. He was an only child to a fairly normal suburban family. He went to high school where he wasn’t exactly an outcast, but he had a very small group of friends. He kept mostly to himself and he was happy that way. He was also the school paper journalist for a while, where he discovered a passion for writing, even if he wasn’t especially amazing at it. He enjoyed his youth as most middle class young men did, spending summer with his small group of friends reading books, watching films, or dossing around by the local quarry. Nothing spectacular happened to Chuck Shurley during his early life. When he graduated, he did a short course in creative writing at college, lost contact with most of his high school friends as does happen, and continued his comfortable existence as a social recluse. He was happy this way, simply being an A-type personality introvert.

Then came the visions in his mid-twenties, accompanied by the headaches and looming dependency on alcohol. Initially he’d thought his first ‘vision’ of the Winchesters, which always occurred in black and white, was nothing more than a crazy dream. Then the headaches and visions started to become more frequent, and demanding. He developed a ‘process’ for going through these, downing aspirin and drinking until he passed out, where he then had to endure the sometimes enigmatic visions. Despite not understanding entirely why he was having these reoccurring ‘dreams’, he did the only thing he could think of with them; he penned them.
Although these books didn’t sell especially well, they became cult enough for him to earn a living from them, buy his own small but sufficient place, and despite the pain they became less of a curse and more of a blessing. He hid himself away, limited his social interaction, and just kept writing.

Then, one day two men knocked on his door. Two men claiming to be Sam and Dean, and his first thought was to dismiss them as crazy fans. As it turned out, they weren’t. This sent Chuck’s (relatively) normal existence hurtling into the stark reality that everything he’d been writing were less crazy muse dreams and in fact visions. He’d been writing the Gospel, effectively. He informed Sam about his possible future concerning the demon Lilith and a ‘night of fiery passion’ and in doing so altered the future. Chuck is later named by Castiel as a ‘Prophet of the lord’ when Dean goes to hit him for withholding information. This is used to great effect when Dean shoves him in a room with the Archdemon Lilith, which threatened to call forth the protective powers of the Archangel Rapheal, Chuck’s protector.

He is later involved in further altercations with the Winchesters when facing down Zachariah, who warns him sternly not to tell the Winchesters about his latest vision concerning the ‘Michael Sword’ that Heaven is looking for. Despite this, Chuck contacts Becky Rosen to pass the message along for him, which results in the revelation that Dean is Michael’s true Vessel.

Chuck was last heard of when Dean called him for the information on the location of Lucifer and Michael’s final battle, which he gives him without hesitation. After that, although no body witnessed it, he simply vanished. It’s possible to assume the person on the end of the phone at that point wasn’t Chuck.

It was assumed after the establishment of Kevin as the new prophet that Chuck was likely dead, as voiced by Castiel. This was not the case, although what actually happened to him remains a mystery even to Chuck himself. He woke up in the middle of a field in South Dakota 9 months later, completely naked and with nothing on him. No ID, although he knew who was. He was taken into the authorities who, when he announced his name was Charles Shurley, could not find any record of him. Unfortunately he couldn’t even fall back on his claim to have written the Supernatural books, since he had used a pen name that didn’t trace back to his actual identity. He was placed into a psychiatric ward as an ‘unknown’, although had nothing he felt he could explain to them that wouldn’t slam him with an insanity diagnosis.

He kept quiet, and took the care despite knowing the truth behind who he actually was. During his stay he still dreamed about the Winchesters, although they were in full colour and no longer accompanied by crippling headaches, so he assumed they were nothing more than dreams, rather than visions.

They have recently discharged him from care, although ‘the state’ is keeping a fairly close eye on him. He has very little to his name anymore, but one thing is for certain…he wants answers.