It was a morning for the Van Der Linde gang. Many had woken up and began doing their daily activities. Chopping firewood, hunting, tending to the horses. The usual activities... Charles Smith, a solitary and quiet individual, finds himself sitting on a log by the campfire. He had a mixing bowl beside him along with an arrow in his hand. It would appear that he'd be making poison arrows. With a dangerous plant known as oleander sage.

Charles Smith is a relatively peaceful individual, standing at the height of 6'4 and weighing around 216ibs. Despite his size and the constant harassment about his heritage being both Black and Indian, he was relatively friendly. Unless you irritated him, of course...

His attire resembles something. Charles has dark skin, with light stubble and scarring on his face. He has long, free-flowing hair wearing a dark green buttoned-up vest with a white undershirt, faded green trousers, and a black hat with a red feather. His dark eyes shifted as he continued to work his fingers against the arrow. Occasionally dabbing the poisonous plant onto the tip of the arrowhead