Charles Allum Iredell, commonly known as "Pastor Charlie", father to Taranis, and one of Nico's 3rd-great-grandfathers.
Charles lives with his wife and children in the western Virginia area, somewhere in the Montgomery or Wythe area, south of the recently formed West Virginia. A farmer and a preacher, as well a devout "fire and brimstone" type of Baptist, Charles was a no-nonsense man with very little patience for misbehaving. They had numerous children, who were all raised with a tremendous amount of love but zero lenience. The boys were hard-working on the farm with their father, and the girls were hard-working in the house with their mother, and Charles saw to it that everyone was in the right place at the right time, and in the front row of church come Sunday morning.
In his spare time, he would sometimes find himself street preaching in town, passionate about what he saw as the rising sinfulness of a modernizing south. Charles was strongly against the growing denominations of Christianity, and felt that the religious shakiness of the post-war south was why their land and people were suffering. He was also strongly against alcohol indulgence, as well as homosexuality and species mixing*. Ironically, one of Charles' sons (Taranis) would marry a hybrid in his lifetime, which softened his stance on interspecies relationships substantially.
Despite his rigid demeanor and stoicism, Charles was remembered fondly by his children, though albeit with a bit of complaints about his corporal punishment. They were all too familiar with the feeling of "having to grab your own switch" when they'd done wrong, but they all still spoke of him with much love. They all had a different story for where he'd gotten the scar on his face, though. Many of them did revolve around slipping on ice during a particularly cold winter, and they remarked how, after it had healed, he struggled to tell the story without laughing himself at how comical a situation it was.
(fear of interspecies relationships began well before the 1600s, when it was uncommon for different species to live in colonies together. This belief would decline over the proceeding centuries as population growths began making it inevitable that species would live close together, if not in the same colonies. The opposition declined further in the mid-to-late 1800s as struggles such as the war and post-war reconstruction occupied not only the minds of southerners, who were focused on rebuilding and recovering, but the minds of northerners as well, who were experiencing a surge in industrialization and population growth. However, even before the war, it was a political talking point, and became one moreso after the war, and eventually some staunch religious types would deduce that it was perhaps a spiritual concern as well. This declines much over the 1900s and, while species stigmas still exist in modern day, they are rarely politicized outside of fringe groups.)
