I say, you disrespectful young ruffian, I resemble that remark!
Reginald Peabody IV, esquire wrote:
Oh I just had one of my episodes is all, but the doctor assures me everything's just fine, and that the occasional spasms and bizarre spontaneous loss of language control will pass in time.
A hunt sounds lovely! I've been meaning to take a certain thing for that Foxglove fellow, I think you'll like ak ngya llu ghnatha br'ntgna wagnths rukh tyakna fngljh iu phnagl bth'nagqa khn szvaltna phomik tsmuirna ghkahk. It'll be wonderful, I imagine.
Lands sakes, gentlemen, we are cooking with blackpowder now!
Charles here is a rather esoteric fellow, fond of old books, strong smokes, a healthy wine over a warm fire, and dabbling in the darker mysteries of the universe. He can recite from memory a vast horde of useless information, from the exact paths of long-abolished trade routes to the precise taxonomy of his companion Lizabeth, a prime specimen of Pteropus vampyrus if there ever was one - oh come now, don't let the name frighten you, she's perfectly harmless. He is also overweight, utterly incompetent at anything involving manual dexterity, addicted to about three or four different intoxicants, and occasionally has episodes where he babbles on for quite some time in long-dead languages and then passes out, waking up a few hours later with no memory of the event and a ravenous hunger.
Mechanically Charles is a Witch with 10 or lower in all physical stats, the Deception patron, and a bat familiar.