Looking to be around his fifties and not with the appearance of someone who had had gotten there easily Charlie's features were probably merely weather worn several years ago but are all the way to leathery now. His hair, a salt and pepper mix of grey and white, is usually either unkempt or shorn close to his head depending on how recently he got chance to cut it. Despite his age there's an energy to his hazel eyes that constantly watch his surroundings not so much with alertness but with interest.

Usually favouring the simple attire of most living a frontier life his clothes are slightly too loose on him, evidently something purchased when he had a bit more meat on his frame. Despite that everything he wears is well kept and sturdy and the gun and knife that hang at his waist as well as the shotgun slung over his shoulder are clearly carefully maintained. The duster he wears normally hides that he has on some reasonably sturdy looking leathers beneath it, nothing that would turn aside a bullet but probably solid enough to make an animal biting into it try somewhere palatable. Aside from that and that the wedding ring on his hand though there's little of real value amongst his possession.