-- Basics --
Name: Callahan "Barking Dog" Cromer
Age: 64
Race: Retired Gentleman
Gender: Male
Alignment: Retired
-- Details --
Appearance of Character: Wiry chap, about 5'6" due to his constantly hunched back, couldn't weigh more than 140 pounds. Bald head devoid of imperfections so that it shines in the sun, Callahan's wispy handlebar mustache is the same color as the color white. Dull blue eyes and a thrice broken nose. Leathery skin, pale. Doesn't wear pants.
Description of Weapons Used: Cane, used for beating and walking. Shotgun, used for show. Callahan hasn't been able to open it to reload it in six years.
Description of Armor Worn: Well, he isn't wearing pants.
-- Specifics --
Quirks: Only barks.
Personality: Loves rocking chairs, front porch, barking at people in his general vicinity.
Brief History: Served in three wars where he originally earned the nickname "Barking Dog" due to his penchant to rush headlong into any battle like a true berserker. All he ever wanted was to retire to a farm to live on the fat a the lan'. He got that, but due to injuries sustained in his younger days he's senile and never bothered to learn how to actually farm. He currently resides in a run-down three room wooden shack on a dirt farm. The nicest feature of the house is the porch, which is strangely immaculate. The home has Spartan furnishings. The rocking chair is exquisite and worth more than the entire property. Nobody visits, because he just barks at everyone until they leave. Divorced five times, has thirty-two children, not all legitimate, and none of them ever visit dear old dad. Perhaps he longs for companionship, love, touch, and adventure. This biographer believes he is merely barking mad.
<3 There's no place like Home <3
04-Jun-2011 04:39:46
