Calico

Calico looks like a dirty, no-good scavver because he is a dirty, no-good scavver. On his very good, profitable days, he looks more like an animate bunch of bags and bundled up fabric than a person. He likes to keep his face hidden when he's out and about, with a hat, bandanna, and big ass goggles. His voice tends to be a dead give-away that he's a Ghoul, which is a bummer because he finds it hard to shut up. It's either that or he's got some killer laryngitis.


When people want to know what exactly he's been up to for the last twenty years, he's doesn't seem to know either. He never stayed away from Bunker Hill for too long and earned the highly respectable position within the community of the weird uncle. The one who gets lost incredibly easily, and constantly, and has a never-ending plethora of BS trader stories.

He talks a lot, has the short-term memory of a walnut, and probably isn't completely what you'd call 'sane.' Despite this, or because of this, he's oddly good at wriggling his way out of trouble; he tends to talk and negotiate with people like they're already longtime friends with rapport (even when they're perfect strangers pointing guns at him.)