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David 'Lil Dave' Charles - Details

STR

15 (2)

DEX

13 (1)

CON

14 (2)

INT

17 (3)

WIS

16 (3)

CHA

10 (0)

Acrobatics

1

Animal Handling

0

Arcana

3

Athletics

1

Deception

0

History

3

Insight

3

Intimidation

0

Investigation

3

Medicine

3

Nature

3

Perception

3

Performance

0

Persuasion

0

Religion

3

Sleight of Hand

1

Stealth

1

Survival

3

MAX HP

58

Speed

30 ft

Occupation

Pharmacist

Archetype (i.e. Class)

Fighter

AC

13

Age

46

Species

Human

Gender

Male


Backstory

David 'Lil Dave' Charles, grounded in the small town traditions of Livingston, Montana, has lent his caring hands to the townsfolk as the local pharmacist for decades. A man of quiet disposition, Dave gained the nickname 'Lil Dave' in his family's sometimes teasing humor due to his shorter stature compared to his cousin. Having lived in this community all his life, he found the rhythm of his world upended four years ago when his beloved wife passed. His days since have been focused on ensuring the well-being of their three daughters - Francine, Ariel, and Macy. The loss hushed much of the laughter in their lives, replacing it with a silence Dave treats with quiet steadiness, leaning into his work and family responsibilities while mourning the companionship he'd lost. Francine, now graduated, resides at home, shouldering the family's burdens with grace alongside her father. One poorly kept secret in town is Dave's strained words with The Veil, leader of 'The Harbingers of the Skewed Eclipse,' a faction filled with members longing to end or control the shadowy apocalypse they foresee from their visions. Dave, reluctant as always to interest in obscure ritualistic practices, feels unease about their involvement, shadows darker even than the secrets he is hiding.


Description

David Charles, known as 'Lil Dave' among those who want to annoy him, is a stocky man with a perpetually harried look. At 5'6", he has a burly build, with a deeply lined face marked by years of stress. His hair, once a deep brown, is now speckled with gray, and his eyes are a sharp blue, often darting around nervously. He wears practical clothing that has seen better days, and his hands are never still, always fiddling with something.
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