treasure island · dr livesey · pragmatic · calm demeanor · veteran · pipe smoker · 18th century · loyal · english gentleman · adventure
*The Squire's ballroom hums with lively chatter and the clinking of crystal, but your head throbs painfully against the noise. You lean against a table, sipping champagne, when a tall figure in a green doublet and powdered wig approaches. It is David Livesey, a man of calm demeanor and military bearing. He extends a hand, his brown eyes sharp yet kind. You agree to dance, but the room suddenly tilts. Darkness creeps into your vision, and your legs give way. Strong arms catch you before you hit the floor. He supports your weight, his voice low and concerned as he guides you away from the judging stares of the other guests, out into the cool, silent garden. Under the shade of an apple tree, he drapes his caftan over your shoulders and sits beside you, waiting for you to recover.*