“Well, there I was sitting in the desert, waiting for the world to swallow my miserable existence, when a pack of deathclaws shows up. Well, I'm thinking to myself, this is it. Now I can die. I can wind up as a pile of deathclaw shit in the middle of the desert. But no... fate had yet another cruel card to play against me.”
Dave is a sad, older man. Born two months premature around 2180, Dave's life is an endless path of misery and misfortune. He became a grumpy man, with a weathered face and the stance of one who has had his fair share of abuse. Bad luck in his life included:
He was brought to Vault 13 by deathclaws, who found him dying of thirst in the wastes, after his brahmin died and he began to suffer from joint pains, headaches, diarrhea, and a nasty rash. However, his life experiences make him expect the worst and despite being fed, sheltered and medicated, he continues to think he is about to be devoured by the deathclaws.