Doyle knew he would run the Pennypint Pub someday since before he could walk. He gave himself over to legacy and family expectations early on, learning the joy of serving others from his mother Clarinda and pride in making a great beer from his father Erasmus (who took the Wingate name when he married into the family) when they owned the pub. His grandparents Carter and Zinnia bought the building with the Penny Chestnut in the back yard and converted it to a Pub over ninety years back. They rekindled the story of the coin-producing tree and offered an ale for a penny to kickstart their list of regulars, then produced finer libations to keep the money flowing.
As Grandpa Carter used to say before he died, "Serving excellent drinks will get you noticed. Serving excellent drinks with an engaging story will get you remembered." Doyle took all of that seriously and went even further by offering a sympathetic ear and a generous heart to anyone who came in his door.
Grandpa Carter wanted to keep strong family ties to the Low Dales after moving to Fellport, so he encouraged every child and grandchild to spend some time meeting fellow Hominae Vitae (halflings) back home. Doyle took a month and wandered his ancestral homeland, learning new recipes from cousins and more about where his family came from. And then he visited Orapalus on the edge of the Lacanus Bog and lost his heart the watch commander who saved him from a giant toad on his way into town. Who helps the one who helps? Apparently Pinkie did. They married after a year of courtship, but they became so inseparable they could have married the week after first meeting.
They relocated back to the Pennypint and started raising kids. They work together marvelously. Doyle will give until nothing remains to please his customers, while Pinkie sets limits and tackles problem patrons head-on. Sometimes literally. Doyle wants nothing more than to make people happy, and the Pub fills that dream for him. Sometimes he jokes that the community has ascended to godhood, except it literally has in his case. He heals the odd injury here and there, but he steadfastly refuses payment for healing, instead encouraging the healed to volunteer their time, resources, and attention in service of others.
Doyle just crossed into middle age, and he feels like he gained 10 pounds overnight as his black hair spontaneously decided to thin out on top. He listens extremely well and provides comfort wherever he can, whether an insightful word, a few coins, or a magical assist, which makes him an excellent and very popular publican. He offers his Big Room to the Merchants' Chamber for meetings and social events, though he feels less and less rewarded for this service as time goes on. Fellport thrives on trade, but he feels newer merchants want too much for themselves without giving back to the community. He argues for everyone coming together and helping each other because he knows very few who have become successes without a community of helpers and cheerleaders behind them.
Lightfoot Halfling Life Cleric (Level 3) (Guild Artisan Background)
Str 8 Dex 14 Con 12 Int 14 Wis 14 Cha 14
History +4, Insight +4, Medicine +4, Persuasion +4