Charles wasn't the good kind of person. He was a manipulator that had one plan : control all the Middle Earth. And nothing was going to be in his way. That was until he manipulated Lord Pierre, an elf, who helped him without knowing in his quest to make rings to control Middle Earth. After betraying Pierre, Charles thought that he would never think about the elf ever again but it was everywhere in his mind. Charles didn't even put a jinx on the ring he gave him. What a loser he was. Ugh. But that wasn't stopping him at all. He was still making rings of powers for dwarves and humans with the Lord of Celebrimbor. He had manipulated them so easily. The only one that could put a hand to his run was Pierre.

Charles was sitting in front of the forge, watching Celebrimbor's assistant. He hated and loved this assistant at the same. Especially because this assistant looked like Pierre. The same Icelandic blue eyes, sharp cheekbones and jaws with the same fluffy brown hair, pointy ears and tall figure. The only thing was that the assistant wasn't the brightest and that Charles could have stabbed him without a damn problem. He didn't even try to catch the name. It was something like Slotir or something. He didn't care. The only thing that mattered was that he looked a bit like Pierre, especially from behind. Behind the big windows of the towers, everyone had seen the Orcs coming their way to capture Charles. And the former had this guts feeling that the Orcs had captured Pierre. He was the only one who could hurt the elf. Charles watched the assistant again and said "You look like Pierre." He smirked at the window. He just needed to manipulate the orcs into ruling the world. Charles knew he was the villain. He was cold, mean and ready to kill without a problem. And he wasn't going to be scared. He was ready to rule by fear on Middle Earth.