Born and raised by a single mother in Sandpoint, Charde serves as the latest and only remaining heir to a small group of enigmatic Skoan-Quah refugees whom had settled in the then minuscule town some sixty years prior. Though neither rich nor rife with renown, Charde led a humble life, following in the footsteps of his mother, Nunah, an herbalist of no small worth and a staunch Skoan traditionalist despite their ancestors' self-imposed exile. She was a both a firm, strong woman and a strict teacher, quick to curb any rebellion her boy might have once boasted; Charde was, after all, her pride and joy, but also the child she would pass all she knew on to. It was a rocky relationship, to put it lightly, but for all their strife there was also much love; as much friends as family, dedicating herself fervently to guiding Charde towards a life he could be proud of.
Forever a pivotal figure in his life, it was Nunah who taught Charde how to prepare the ancient tinctures and battle-brews the Skoan had safeguarded for centuries. It was Nunah who instilled in him a sense of purpose and pride in Sandpoint, encouraging her boy to do his part in contributing to the home they both so dearly cherished. It was Nunah who inked her son when he came of age, lining his skin with the sacred symbols of their tribe as a rite of passage into manhood. Most importantly, it was Nunah who Chopper took as his nineteenth victim; a devastating facet of Charde's life that would both define and haunt him for years to come.
The Late Unpleasantness and the death of his mother changed Charde. Barely into his sixteenth summer when it happened, he was still more boy than man, taking the series of events as hard as many of the other victims. He became bitter and sullen, but mostly angry; a young man adrift without a mentor, he became a hellion made manifest, lashing out against the people who might have taken him in for no reason other than to vent his frustration and sorrow at even the pettiest slight. That might have been the end of it, too, his days spent incarcerated in Magnimar or sent on his way from Sandpoint without so much as a how-do-ya-do had the newly minted Sheriff Hemlock not interceded. Whether out of sympathy or as a kindred spirit, the man took a shining to the lost lad, turning his despair around and granting him renewed fortunes.
Though he might have lost his mother, Charde gained a father figure in return, Hemlock going above and beyond his station to secure a new lease on life for the boy. At the sheriff's behest, he acquired a position amongst Sandpoint's city guard and field medic, re-purposing his misguided angst and putting his talents to use towards something more important than wallowing in his own mire of self-pity: protecting his home, the last thing he had left to lose.
Over the course of the next half decade, Charde's admiration for Sheriff Hemlock grew immensely, as did his gratitude for all the man had done for him. While the term "lapdog" and "lackey" have been bandied about, the fact is that Charde is loyal to Belor Hemlock, admiring the man for both his honor and devotion to keeping Sandpoint safe. To make up for all he'd given him, Charde has dedicated his life towards following in the sheriff's footsteps, fervently serving and protecting his hometown. With recent events revolving around the attack on the new cathedral to Desna, Charde's endeavors have only been redoubled in an attempt to maintain law and order, as is his sworn duty.
