Timothy Dalton - XERES LIVE!

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Basic Information

Full Name

Timothy Dalton

Nickname(s)

Old Timer Tim

Race (Grade)

Human (F)

Class

Master Tailor

Height

5'7"

Birthday

Thawbloom 18, 1235

Age

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Birthsign

The Bloom Nymph

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Bloodline Ability

🔮The Willing Cloth

Fabric in Timothy's hands is not passive. It has always moved for him the way water moves toward a channel, or the way a vine turns toward light, finding its own inclination and settling into it if he lets it. He does not design so much as listen. The grain of a cloth tells him how it wants to lay. A seam reveals where it is willing to give and where it will resist. A hem communicates how much it needs to breathe. This is not metaphor. The cloth genuinely responds to his attention, and a garment made by Timothy Dalton will fit the person it was made for with an intimacy that no amount of measuring and pinning can explain, because the measuring and the pinning are only half of what is happening. The other half is the cloth deciding.

The second expression of this gift is quieter and was never something Timothy asked for. Fabric that has been worn carries impression. Not memories in any articulate sense, but weight, a residue of the emotional state the wearer carried most consistently while the cloth was against their skin. Timothy feels this when he works. Every garment brought to him for alteration, every bolt of used cloth, every old coat handed over for repair, speaks to him in a low murmur about the person it came from. He has never told anyone this. He is not sure he could explain it if he tried. He began drinking heavily in his early forties and has never offered a reason. Those who knew him well enough in those years might recall that his tailoring business was at its absolute peak then, that nobles and wealthy clients were bringing him their finest garments at a higher rate than ever before, and that he seemed to grow quieter and more distant with each passing season. Whether those facts are connected is something only Timothy knows, and Timothy is no longer talking about it.

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Physical Description

Timothy Dalton, Old Timer Tim

Appearance

Timothy is an elderly man whose wild, unkempt white hair and bushy beard haven't seen proper grooming in years, giving him the appearance of someone who has thoroughly abandoned any concern for conventional respectability. His eyes, though perpetually bloodshot and watery from years of drinking, still contain an unmistakable spark of mischief and humor that suggests he finds his current state more amusing than tragic. His hands bear the slight tremor that comes from constant alcohol consumption, though they were once steady enough for the finest stitchwork that Eber's nobility demanded. Despite his disheveled appearance and obvious state of inebriation, his clothes, though stained and wrinkled from frequent naps in inappropriate places, are of excellent quality and perfectly fitted, the last visible vestige of his former profession as a master craftsman.

Unique Characteristics

A crooked pinky finger on his right hand serves as a permanent reminder of an old sewing accident from his apprentice days, and his fingers bear a collection of colorful stains from countless spilled drinks that never quite wash away no matter how many times someone tries to clean them. His nose has taken on the permanently reddened appearance characteristic of long-term alcoholics, and he smells perpetually of whatever spirits he has been consuming most recently. He possesses an uncanny ability to fall asleep in any position or location, often mid-conversation, only to wake moments later and continue exactly where he left off as if no time had passed. Despite his constant state of inebriation, he can still thread a needle on his first try, a skill so deeply ingrained from decades of practice that it survived his descent into alcoholism completely intact, occasionally startling observers who witness this unexpected demonstration of his former mastery.

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Personality

Positive Traits

Genuinely content with his chosen lifestyle
Generous with both money and inappropriate advice
Excellent storyteller with outlandish embellishments
Maintains good humor despite personal tragedies
Never judgmental of others' life choices
Surprisingly wise observations when least expected

Challenging Traits

Completely resistant to self-improvement attempts
Perpetually intoxicated and proud of it
Avoids all forms of responsibility or commitment
Enables Karthos' own problematic drinking
Dismissive of those who suggest he has potential
Uses humor to deflect serious conversations

Life's too short to spend it improvin' yourself. I already got a house, got money, got booze... what more could a man possibly need? 'Cept maybe another bottle.

People keep tellin' me I got potential. Well, I had potential once. Look where that got me.

My hands still remember every stitch, even if the rest of me don't care to remember much else. Funny how that works.

Likes

Strong spirits and free drinks of any kind
Napping in the sun under comfortable trees
Telling exaggerated stories of his youth
Karthos' company and evening revelry
Watching others work while he relaxes

Dislikes

Sobriety and responsibility of any kind
People who lecture him about his drinking
Being reminded of his ex-wife or past life
Complicated plans and anyone suggesting he has potential
People who water down their drinks

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Background & History

Rise of a Master Craftsman

Timothy Dalton was once among the most respected tailors in Eber, renowned throughout the city for his steady hands, impeccable eye for detail, and seemingly magical ability to make even the plainest fabric look regal on the right person. Born to a family of modest means, he began his apprenticeship with a master tailor at age twelve, working his way up through genuine diligence and natural talent that his teachers recognized immediately. By thirty, he owned his own shop in a prime location, and by forty, he had become the preferred tailor for Eber's upper class, the man nobles and wealthy merchants sought out when they needed to look their absolute best. His success in business was matched by apparent happiness in his personal life when he married Beatrice, a lively weaver with quick wit and quicker fingers, and together they had two daughters, Mariam and Elizabeth. The family lived comfortably in a two-story home near Timothy's shop, and he built a reputation as a devoted father who never missed his daughters' performances or celebrations despite his demanding schedule.

The Slow Unraveling

The first crack in Timothy's carefully constructed life appeared when Mariam, his eldest daughter, announced her engagement to a merchant from Oraeus, leading to a lavish wedding followed by tearful goodbyes that left Timothy surprised by how empty his house felt with one less person in it. Elizabeth followed her sister just two years later, marrying a clerk from the same city and leaving Timothy and Beatrice alone in a home that suddenly felt far too large. For a while, they adjusted to their new life as empty nesters, traveling more and entertaining friends while Timothy expanded his business, but something fundamental had shifted between them in ways neither fully understood or acknowledged. Conversations that once flowed easily grew stilted, shared jokes lost their humor, and the comfortable silences of longtime companions turned awkward and strained. The final blow came when Beatrice, at fifty-three, announced she was leaving, her exact words becoming seared into Timothy's memory: "I've spent my life making beautiful things for others. Now I want a beautiful life for myself." She departed with a merchant captain bound for distant ports, leaving Timothy with a house too large, a heart too empty, and a future too uncertain to contemplate without drinking.

Descent Into Comfortable Oblivion

Timothy's transformation from respected craftsman to functional alcoholic wasn't dramatic but gradual, a slow slide that he later claimed was less a descent than a deliberate choice to embrace a simpler existence. A drink with dinner became two, then a flask kept in his workshop for "steadying his nerves," then bottles hidden around the house for convenience. His hands, once steady enough to stitch the finest silver thread through delicate silk, began to tremble noticeably, and regular customers started commenting on the decline in his work before taking their business elsewhere. Rather than face the challenge of maintaining his standards or rebuilding his reputation, Timothy simply hired others to manage the shop while he retreated further into the bottle, discovering that he preferred the warm haze of constant inebriation to the cold clarity of his empty life. Years later, rumors reached Eber that Beatrice had been thrown overboard during a storm, whether by accident or design depending on who told the tale. Timothy received the news with a drunken toast that scandalized those who heard it: "To Beatrice, who finally found a way to wash away her past."

Finding Kindred Spirits in Goodberry

Timothy's decision to move to Goodberry came after a visit from Karthos, who had come to Eber on business and struck up an unlikely but immediate friendship with the perpetually drunk tailor over drinks at a local tavern. The two men discovered they shared a philosophy about life, with Timothy declaring that Karthos was "the only person who understood how to truly live" without all the tedious expectations society placed on people. When Karthos mentioned the village of Goodberry and its unusual tolerance for unconventional residents, Timothy, in one of his rare moments of decisive action fueled by several bottles of courage, sold his house in Eber that very week. He retained ownership of his shop and properties but left their management entirely to his employees, taking his considerable savings and relocating to be near his new drinking companion. The move represented not an attempt at a fresh start or redemption but rather a strategic relocation to a place where he could pursue his chosen lifestyle without the judgmental looks and well-meaning interventions that had plagued him in Eber.

A Contentedly Wasted Life in Goodberry

Now established in Goodberry, Timothy lives in a spacious but thoroughly cluttered house at the edge of the village, where empty bottles line his porch in formations he claims are decorative but others recognize as the physical manifestation of his dedication to drinking. His days follow a simple, reliable pattern: wake with the sun and immediately take a drink, wander the village looking for conversation and more drinks, nap under whatever tree looks comfortable at the moment, then either join Karthos for evening revelry or sit on his porch watching the sunset with a bottle as his only companion. He names each bottle he drinks as if it were a cherished friend, introducing new bottles to the empty ones with elaborate ceremony that amuses children and concerns adults. Though the villagers initially viewed him with worry, most have come to accept Timothy as a harmless, if somewhat tragic, fixture of local life. Children are entertained by his outlandish stories of his supposedly heroic youth, adults shake their heads at his condition but appreciate his generosity with money and his comically inappropriate life advice, and the tavern keeper counts him among her most reliable customers. Behind his perpetual inebriation and cultivated apathy, there occasionally surfaces a shell of the man who once took genuine pride in creation, moments when he'll examine someone's clothing with a professional eye and mutter about the stitching or fabric choice before the observation drowns again beneath the next drink.

Sober, Against His Will

On Frostnight 2, 1304, the same wave of restorative magic that moved through Goodberry curing the sick and returning the dead passed through Timothy Dalton as well, and whatever it was looking for in him, it found the drink. He woke the next morning to discover that the craving was simply gone. Not managed, not suppressed, not white-knuckled into silence the way people who actually wanted to get sober described it. Gone, as completely and unremarkably as a candle being pinched out. He reached for his morning bottle out of pure habit and stopped with it halfway to his mouth because he realized he did not want it. He set it back down. He sat with that fact for a long time. The tremor in his hands was gone too. He noticed this when he picked up a spool of thread from the corner of his workroom, a room he had not actually worked in for the better part of a decade, and threaded a needle on the first try without even meaning to. His hands were steady. His head was clear in a way that felt almost violent in its unfamiliarity. He was furious about all of it for approximately three days, during which he loudly informed anyone within earshot that being cured of something he had not consented to being cured of was a profound violation of personal sovereignty. Then, on the fourth morning, he went quiet. He had pulled out an old coat belonging to one of the village children, something dropped off months ago as a joke by a parent who said old Tim might as well do something useful, and he had fixed it. Properly fixed it, with the kind of attention and care he had not given anything in fifteen years. He held it up and looked at it for a long time. He has not spoken publicly about what he is planning. But he has been seen measuring things.

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Goals

Maintaining His Comfortable Lifestyle

Timothy's primary goal is elegantly simple: maintain his current comfortable, responsibility-free lifestyle for as long as his money and liver hold out, preferably in exactly the same manner he has perfected over the past decade. This involves ensuring his alcohol supply remains well-stocked through strategic relationships with merchants and the tavern keeper, maintaining his house just well enough to remain habitable without actually requiring any real effort or organization, and avoiding any situations that might force him to make decisions more complicated than choosing which bottle to open next. He has achieved a delicate balance between having enough money to drink well but not so much responsibility that anyone expects him to do anything productive, and he guards this equilibrium jealously against anyone who suggests he should "make something more of himself" or "honor his daughters' memory" or any other guilt-laden manipulation designed to drag him back into the exhausting world of purpose and ambition.

Preserving His Friendship With Karthos

Having found in Karthos the only person who genuinely understands and accepts his chosen lifestyle without judgment or attempts at intervention, Timothy wants to preserve and enjoy this rare friendship for as long as circumstances allow. He recognizes that Karthos, unlike most people, doesn't view Timothy's alcoholism as a problem to be solved or a tragedy to be mourned but rather as a legitimate choice worthy of respect, and this mutual understanding forms the foundation of their bond. Timothy hopes to continue their evening drinking sessions, their philosophical discussions about the virtues of avoiding responsibility, and their shared appreciation for the simple pleasure of not caring what others think about their choices. He also serves as Karthos' defense against those who would lecture the warrior about his own drinking, providing companionship and validation for lifestyle choices that most of society condemns but both men have embraced wholeheartedly.

Dying Drunk and Content

Perhaps Timothy's most honest aspiration is simply to die drunk, content, and free from the burden of unfulfilled potential or wasted opportunities that haunt those who live with regret. He wants to reach the end of his life knowing that he made a conscious choice to reject society's demands for productivity, purpose, and self-improvement in favor of simple pleasures and freedom from responsibility. His greatest fear is not death itself but the possibility of dying sober, a circumstance he considers genuinely tragic and one he takes active measures to prevent through careful management of his drinking schedule and supply. He hopes that when the end comes, it finds him on his porch with a good bottle, warm sun, and the satisfaction of having lived exactly as he pleased despite all the people who told him he was wasting his life, proving that sometimes the most radical form of freedom is choosing comfortable mediocrity over exhausting excellence.

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Current Status & Relationships

Allegiance

Southern Coalition (Goodberry, nominally)

Role

Retired Master Tailor & Professional Drunk

Relationships

Karthos (Friend) Mariam & Elizabeth (Estranged Daughters) Goodberry Tavern (Most Reliable Customer)

🍺 Master Craftsman Warning

While Timothy appears to be nothing more than a harmless drunk who has thoroughly wasted his potential, he remains a master tailor whose skills are so deeply ingrained that even years of alcoholism haven't completely destroyed them. His ability to assess fabric quality, construction techniques, and proper fit at a glance remains sharp despite his perpetual inebriation, and those rare moments when he demonstrates his former expertise by threading a needle perfectly on the first try or identifying an article's origin and maker from a single seam serve as unsettling reminders that considerable talent and knowledge persist beneath his cultivated apathy. More importantly, his absolute contentment with his chosen lifestyle and his complete resistance to any form of intervention or redemption make him effectively immune to guilt, shame, or motivation, which paradoxically gives him a kind of power over those who try to change him, forcing them to eventually accept that some people genuinely prefer comfortable oblivion to the exhausting work of maintaining respectability.