Calico

Name: Calico
Race: Ghoul
Age: 70ish - 90ish


Description: Calico is a male ghoul. He's gone through a few names in his lifetime but his most recent, Calico, comes from the patchwork of scarred, ravaged skin covering his body. Typical of ghouls, he doesn't have a nose or ears, as those fleshy, exposed bits are delicate and soft and usually the first things to go from the intense radiation. His lips are all scarred and lack pigment, but he was lucky enough to not have the flesh around his mouth and jaws come off. He is completely bald but much to his delight is able to grow a mustache. He's about 5'10" and of average build. Other than his overall, ghoulish appearance, one of the most striking things about him are his eyes. They're a stark, pale blue, having lost all their dark pigment years ago.

His clothes are a rough patchwork of a wandering trader. Tinted goggles for long days under the sun, a wide-brimmed hat with a motley collection of feathers and flowers stuck in the band, and a bandana around his neck sometimes pulled up to cover his face. He wears a bulky, canvas jacket that he made himself; it has an inordinate amount of pockets and pouches. Under that is a simple shirt and some baggy pants of soft material, cuffed around the ankles. He has well-worn, dusty boots. One of the toes is starting to wear through. In the winter he opts for a scarf rather than a bandana and a thick, long black coat of fraying fabric.

He is usually accompanied by a brahmin, towing wares, and a medium sized black dog. The dog has a gray muzzle and on long hikes is usually sitting in a little wagon pulled by either the brahmin or Calico himself. The dog has a straw hat that matches Calico's, with a little chin string, and doesn't seem to mind wearing it.

Personality (apparent): He is an affable enough fellow given his condition. Supposedly there is something untrustworthy about him, even unlikable, but that could be just people's dislike for ghouls.

He does not play many games and is a straight-shooter, conversationally speaking (never was too great with a rifle.) He's probably a little too direct sometimes. He comes across as a little out there, something of a space cadet. He is incredibly forgetful and has a lot of issues with concentrating. His train of thought seems to jump this way and that with little rhyme or reason. He has to keep a logbook to remember business contacts and schedules to keep.


Brahmin: A two-headed, rusted brown brahmin named Bibi.
Old Dog: An old, black dog with a gray muzzle. Responds to the name Dixon. Wears a little straw hat similar to Calico's. Often at his heel or sitting in the wagon next to the radio.