Bart Phippin's most obvious trait could easily be taking up a tavern seat on the regular, or his skill with the fiddle. It's at the end of the day when he calls to Arnie Swanton, with whom he shares a house on Front Road, the daily joke of "take me home, I'm legless," that the truth becomes immediately evident. Both legs are gone to cannonfire some way above the knee, and most short journeys about the village are undertaken by means of Arnie and a wheelbarrow.

Has a temper that sobriety or lack thereof doesn't seem to touch, but is generally sharp-witted and willing to hold a secret if the offer's good.