Gets his looks and colouring from his father's side.
Traits & Characteristics
Young and eager. He still has a lot to learn as he has only lived in a city and socialising mainly with students.
Willing to learn
Loyal and hard working
Practical and supportive
Can be a little sensitive, especially where is brothers are concerned
Can be direct and brutally honest at times. Being tactful and less direct is something he still has to learn.
Just like his brothers, he is a bit of ladies man.
No previous employers.
Training as a ranch hand at Lost Lake Ranch.
Two years of Yale college mainly in legal studies.
None - novice ranch hand
Aliases / Nicknames
Kith & Kin
Charles Albert Wentworth (an influential person in political and social circles in Washington D.C. i.e. the man behind the scenes pulling the strings). Hopes one day to have a son who will enter politics so that he gain more influence.
Rebecca Mary Wentworth (nee Martin)
Matthew Charles Wentworth (born 1840)
Michael Robert Wentworth (born 1843)
Samuel Martin Wentworth (born 1845)
Mary Alice Wentworth Barlow (born 1850)
May 1855 - September 1873
Spends his childhood living and going to school in Washington D.C. Idolises his brothers and their adventures during the Civil War and the following years. He is father's last hope of having a son become a lawyer and to enter politics. Is sent to study law at Yale.
September 1873 - August 1875
Studies law at Yale but dreams of joining up with his brothers. Eventually, gets the courage and instead of going back to college, heads outs west before his father finds out. Gets on the train and goes to North Platte, Nebraska, where his brother Sam lives and works. Both of them decide to go and join up with older brother, Mike in Medicine Bow, Wyoming.
Arrives in Kalispell and gets a job as a trainee ranch hand at Lost Lake Ranch.
Sitting outside the bunkhouse, Charlie thought again, that he should be in bed. Knowing that he would have to get up early in the morning to go work he still wasn't that tired. His mind was still in a turmoil over what had happened that he couldn't possibly sleep.
This time of night it almost silent, except for the odd owl hooting...not that it really worried him. He was more concerned with the consequences of his latest drinking binge. Crabbe had taken the opportunity of his drunken stupor and gotten him to sign a contract to fight with some un-named opponent. Even the time and date of this match had not been determined but Charlie knew that he had to honour the agreement no matter when it did.
Thinking back over why he broke his resolve not to drink strong spirits, Charlie sighed. His plan was to wait until Clara was old enough to be courted. His feelings towards her were strong and he had to keep her at arms length. It the one of the reasons why he argued with her so often. Sure, there are other reasons why he fought with her so often but it only proved to show him why Clara wasn't ready. She needed to know who she was and what she was capable of becoming before taking on the task of being a wife and mother.
At least he had thought she wasn't ready for such a big commitment as marriage, but he been proven wrong and now it was too late. Part of him hoped all the best for Clara in her new life but part of him also wanted to go to Lutz, punch the living daylights out him and take Clara away.
Whatever her reasons for taking such a drastic step, she had made her choice and it wasn't him. It would take some time to forget her, and he would but until then he would avoid both her and Lutz, more for Clara's sake than Lutz's. Thankfully, with his job at the ranch and now training for this fight, it wasn't going to be too hard. Besides now that she was getting married, she would be spending most of her time on the Lutz family farm taking care of her husband.
For now, he needed to make changes in his own life, so that he wouldn't be tricked again into signing any contract again without his full knowledge. The first thing he would have to was to strengthen his resolve and make a solemn vow never to drink strong spirits again. The vow needed to be more than just verbal, it needed to be written down...a contract of sorts with himself.
A yawn escaped and he realised that now he was ready for bed. Satisfied with the decisions he had made he went back inside.
Consumed with his own thoughts, Charlie barely heard a word that Arabella was saying. He glanced over at her face and the look she was giving him, startled him. She looked like some lovesick puppy. What was it she had suggested...something about going into the kitchen where it was quiet. What kind of girl was she to take advantage of man that just had his heart broken? Was her being nice to him part of some plan to seduce him?"
Vehemently, he shook his head. "Oh no, you've got the wrong fella. I ain't Mike, I'm Charlie. You know the one that loves Clara."
Getting up, he clumsily scrambled to the chair that was on the opposite side of the table. "Why do you go and find someone else cause whatever you're sellin', I ain't buyin'."
He made a shooing motion, "Go...scat...don't want no unsalted whelp."
Charlie shook her his head a little in an effort to try and clear it. Crabbe and Arabella were still going on about the Orr girl. Hadn't he already told them that he wasn't interested? It was getting hard to remember what he said and what he hadn't said.
"Look, I still don't see what this poetry nonsense has got to do with anything. I just want to...I just want to..." he frowned again. What was it that he wanted to do and where was that bottle?
Standing up to see where Crabbe had gone, he immediately regretted it. He started to sway a little and then promptly collapsed back down into his chair. All he wanted to do now was forget about Clara. Why couldn't she had shown more sense and waited until she was older before running off to get married to some no account farm boy with no prospects.
The thought that he had lost Clara for good started to consume him. He turned to Arabella and sighed, "You know that I loved her. What am I going to do now that she's gone."
“Ohh, why she’s the most wonderful person: as pretty as an Angel, with hair like spun gold and eyes as blue as the sky! Just turned 18 years old; a prefect figure; intelligent, but in a ladylike way, not some big know-all dried up bluestocking; demure, charming and sweet. Of good stock and respectable family. Her favourite colour’s lilac and she counts Hiawatha and Grey’s Elegy amongst her favourite poems and has all her teeth, limbs and hair. Of, and of course, is heiress to a good deal of money when her great uncle dies.”
Charlie rolled his eyes at the mention of poetry. What was it about poetry that made girls like it? He had studied poetry at school and didn't find it that exciting. What interested him was more the stories of Charles Dickens, especially A Tale of Two Cities. Poetry was more brother Mike's thing...maybe he should he send the Orr girl packing off to him?
“It so happens I’m a lady poetess!” she announced “In fact, one critic has called me the Sappho of Kalispell!”
"The what of Kalispell," Charlie said in a loud voice, not really caring what anybody thought now. Even though he was well and truly drunk, he couldn't help feeling that something was wrong but the problem was he couldn't tell what it was it. Another drink was what he needed right now.
Looking at the empty bottle, he frowned. He didn't have enough to buy another, so he looked over at Crabbe and picked up the bottle, "Your turn, I bought the last one."
Charlie looked at Arabella for a moment before waving her off, "What we're talking about doesn't concern you. Go away."
Since his brain and his emotions were all in a muddle, Charlie immediately regretting shooing Arabella way. Maybe she could help in some way, "Hey, Arabella tell the truth, how serious is this thing between Klutz and Clara?"
Before Arabella, could answer, Charlie turned to Crabbe, "Now about this Anteesha. I don't think it's a good idea pretend that I like her when I don't know her."
He finished off his glass and poured the remaining contents of the bottle into it. "Besides my pa always told me never to...never to..."
Scrunching his face in a vain attempt to try and remember what his father had told, he found that he couldn't or that he had no idea what he was going to say. "Well, my father said something about something to do with girls. Come to think of it so did my brothers."
After taking a sip of his drink, "Even if I decide to do what you say, she's rich and I'll still need some money to buy her gifts and whatnot."
Charlie frowned again. He wasn't quite sure pretending to be enamoured with another girl was the way to win Clara back, especially one like the Orr girl. Sure she was pretty but she wasn't Clara. Maybe there was another way to make Clara forget Klutz.
"Look I don't know. Annatesa Orr might want me to become something more permanent if I pay her too much attention. Look at Clara, Klutz paid too much attention to her and now they're getting married. I'm too young to get married. I don't even have enough money saved for a trip to Helena."
He filled up his glass again and for a moment looked at the bottle. It was nearly empty and he wondered whether or not he should buy another. Maybe Crabbe would buy the next one.
After taking a good slug of his drink, he sighed, "If I had the money, I could go to Clara and tell her that she can have a place of her own here in town or anywhere else she wanted. Women want a place of their own more than anything. With money, I could buy her all the poetry books she wants. Heck, with a few extra bucks, I can even buy her dinner at my brother's hotel."
Other girls? Charlie frowned as he tried to work out what other girls he knew. Working on a ranch that was miles from town and only coming in once a week didn't allow much time for getting to know other girls. The only girl he had really gotten to known was Clara and that was because she worked at the ranch before she up and left. Clara was funny like that, if she had the notion, she could do the unexpected...like getting married to the first fellow who asked her. That thought made him more depressed...it should have been him.
Shaking his head a little in a vain attempt to wipe Clara from his mind, he tried to focus on the other girls. The only one, other than a few ladies he had met at church, that he had spent considerable time with was that blonde hair one with the funny name.
Staring at Crabbe, he nodded, "Yeah, there's others like the one I had to escort at some birthday party...hmm...come to think of it, I think it was hers. Her name was Ana...Anna..."
He frowned again, the girl's name was proving harder to say and remember now that he was well and truly drunk. Then it came him all of sudden, "That's it. Anastasia Orr."
Happy that he had remembered the girl's name, he took another drink in celebration. When he finished off the glass, he shook his head slightly, "I don't know about her though, she was a bit...well you know a bit."
A realisation then hit him, "Sheesh...I gotta get out more. Maybe that's it. I can make Clara jealous by showing her that are plenty of other girls who would be willingly to take her place."
“Why sure” the slick Lorenzo assured the love sick pup “Your problem is you care too much for this little girl, you did what’s best for her… selfless-like.”
"Yeah, that's what I did," Charlie mumbled.
“Meanwhile this Klutz feller sneaks in with his flowery verses and his oversized farm produce and mixes her all up. Made her forget that she’s supposed to be waiting for you to tell her how you feel.”
"He sure did and she's gonna pay for it. Poor Clara, the girl who grew old before her time," he lamented.
“I reckon you might just have one last throw of the dice, if you’re willing to act and not just brood on the matter.”
Charlie perked up a little. Maybe there was a chance for him, considering it takes months for people get married. His own sister, Mary was engaged for nearly a year before she got married. After drinking another glass of whiskey and filling it up again, he thought about it. Crabbe might be onto something.
"All right, if this has anything to do with getting rid of ol' Klutz, then I'll do it," he said in a slightly slurred tone. The whiskey was now starting to affect his speech, "Clara's gotta see that I'm the better man."
Charlie looked at Crabbe, "You know that's the first thing you've said that I like. Shall we?"
Having paid for the bottle, Charlie took his glass and pointed to one of the tables in the far corner of the saloon. When they were both seated, the drinking began. Charlie wasn't sure how many glasses he had drunk but after a while the bottle was more than half gone and the effects of the whiskey was sinking in.
After finishing off another glass, Charlie began to pour another and as he did he continued his rant, "You know Crabbe, women who act one way and then another really get my goat. Take Clara for instance, one minute she's like a rock and hard to break, next she's all gone all soft just 'cause some skinny runt starts sprouting flowery words."
He slugged down the drink he had just poured. His emotions were going from one extreme to another. Picking up the bottle he stared at it for a minute before pouring another drink. As he held the glass in preparation to drink it, he sighed heavily, "You know I was willing to wait for her. She's been through a lot with her ma dying and having to take over the responsibility of helping to look after her brother but there was always the chance that she could live a life of her own or at least find out who she really is...now that's all gone for her. Now that she's getting married, she going to have to start having kids while she is still one herself. She's in a sure fire rush to grow up and get old."
Looking over at Crabbe, "You know what I mean, don't you?"
Wedding? Even though Arabella had the tendency to add her own twist to things, most everything she said had an element of truth. Clara getting married was, in his opinion, rather sudden. The dance was almost two months ago, and it didn't seem long enough especially where a girl like Clara was concerned. Wearing that dress must have really went to her head. Lutz must have also been spending a lot of time off his farm in order to court her, which made Charlie think of him as a bit irresponsible but then again Lutz was still a kid.
However, if Clara had made up her mind to marry Lutz there was nothing much he could do about it. The thought that he had lost Clara before he really had a chance made him feel depressed. Somehow the beer in front of him wasn't enough. Turning to Arabella, he looked at her intently, "I don't know how if you will look pretty or not but one thing I do know is that I need a drink."
He dug into his pants pocket, pulled out the money he needed and placed it on the counter, "A glass and a bottle of whiskey."
Sagas of the WIld West is a roleplaying game set in a fictionalized version of the town of Kalispell in Montana territory. Our stories begin in 1875 and are set against the backdrop of actual historical events.Sagas was inspired by the classic television and movie westerns. Our focus is on writing, storytelling and character development.
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