Daniel McHargue

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Name Daniel McHargue		Fate Points Refresh: 3 | Current: 3
High Concept Burned-Out VagabondBack in his early twenties, Daniel was known as a hard-worker, and had the bank account to back that claim up. As he got older, however, the physical and psychological stress of 60-hour work weeks and money sinks for coping mechanisms, he wound up losing his warehouse job of seven years and has since been roaming the streets without a job or a home by his early thirties.   Trouble Not a Dollar to His Name"Poor" would be vastly understating Daniel's financial resources: he has a grand total of 50 cents in his account, no assets he could sell for any worthwhile amount, and a crippling debt hanging over his head. He only manages to survive thanks to the charity of the community.   Aspects Modern-Day MacGyverDaniel has a way of taking pieces of individually useless junk and combining them in a way so that they can be somewhat usable for practical situations.	Approaches Flair: +1 Focus: +2 Force: +2 Guile: +0 Haste: +1 Intellect: +3	Stunts Honesty is the Best Policy+2 to Flair when trying to improve diposition with non-hostile NPCs
Stress [1] [2] [3]	Default Conditions Mild [2] Moderate [4] Severe [6] Indebted (St) [1] [1] [1] [1] [1]	Conditions

 

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Edited August 31, 2023 by ELC1837 (see edit history)

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"It never is just one problem that makes life difficult, is it?" - Daniel McHargue

Daniel marched onward along the dusty desert road, a backpack full of canned beans and held together by a ragged jacket slung across his shoulders. An arid wind whipped past him, prompting him to reach into the canvas bag fastened across his chest via an old charging wire and the backpack straps and pull out one of four bottles of water. After taking a hefty swig and stowing the bottle back, he wiped his damp, unkempt beard on the sleeve of his shirt: the sun out here was already too strong as it was without beads of water making it worse on his pasty skin.

After a few more minutes of hiking, he sat down just off the side of the road, freed himself from the weight he was hauling around, and fishes through the cans for the oldest one and his plastic spoon to use for it. As he eats the luke-warm beans, he stares past the makeshift cowl framing his face at the horizon, reminiscing on just how he got in this situation.

A little over ten years ago, Daniel would have never believed that he would need to trek cross-country from east to west just to meet with some estranged uncle; back then, he was just a college dropout with a work ethic and intelligence that would suggest otherwise. Although he wound up hopping from job to job in the first few years, he figured he had found his calling when he started a warehouse job with one of the bigger name companies. It wasn't exactly fulfilling tossing boxes into trailers for six to ten hours a night, but the pay was great and the constant exertion was an excellent way to relieve the stress of such grueling work.

But no one stays young forever, and as the years went by, the toll of the warehouse started to take his toll on him. A disc in his lower back sprained, knees popping whenever he crouched down to pick up a package, two kidneys barely keeping all the energy drinks and sports drinks in him for more than an hour at a time: he was falling apart, and, even worse, he refused to believe it. Eventually his physical health caught up with his mental state, and, after storming out during a shift with a new manager in charge of his wing, he was permanently terminated for job abandonment.

His life started to spiral out of control after that. Out of bitterness for losing his job after pushing himself so much, he lashed out at friends and family, forcing them to cut any and all ties with him. A few incidents with rather raucous neighbors (as well as overdue rent) gave his landlord all the reason to evict him. Then the criminal record of disorderly conducts and trespassing made getting another job near-impossible--living in the city with public transit made owning a car a luxury, not a necessity.

Once he had survived a month without being able to stay at the shelters in his area (due to being banned from them), Daniel finally decided he had to do something drastic just to survive: he had to go and talk with his Uncle B, someone he had never even met in his entire life.

Edited August 31, 2023 by ELC1837 (see edit history)