Chas Flyd is fat, smells bad, and has a poor sense of personal space.  He is ugly, chews with his mouth open and can be a petulant child.

His dark robes and cloak match the dark looks that come from his puffy eyes. He wheezes and walks slowly, heaving his bulk along awkwardly with the aid of his walking cane.

His shrewd investigative insights are worth the personal costs to share the room with him.

Chas employs the aid of undead 'friends' and his constant companion is composed of the skeletal remains of his father...whom he reveres.