Name: Chapawingo (in native tongue "stinky butte") 
Alias: Baby...Eater (will give this name when asked what his name means in native tongue)
Age: 28
Height: 7'0"
Weight: 300 pounds

	Chapawingo was born into the cannibalistic Hadoodoo tribe of the island of 
Achoowa, in the then uncharted lands of the tropics. He grew up as all the male children 
in his tribe did, learning the art of warfare so that someday he might be able to become 
a warrior and fight against the Hadoodoo tribe's most hated enemy, the Pamandoos, who 
lived on a large island to the north. This was Chapawingo's greatest wish, to become a 
warrior and bring home the body of the Pamandoo's chief and have his shrunken head 
someday decorate the Hadoodoo's version of a mantelpiece. After, of course the big 
ceremonial feast of those who Chappingo killed. But this dream was to never materialize.
	
	One day, during Chapawingo's tenth year, a ship larger than any his entire tribe 
had ever seen was sighted off of the south side of the island. Since the ship obviously 
was not from the Pamandoos, when the small contingent of boats came ashore carrying a 
handful of mean bearing gifts of beads and various trinkets, they were greeted warmly 
by the Hadoodoos, despite the native's puzzlement at the gifts of beads which they already 
had in abundance. The ship only stayed in harbor for three days, in which they traded with 
the Hadoodoos for freshwater and food. These people amazed Chapawingo, he had never seen 
people with such light skin and hair. At first he thought they must be ghosts, and the 
wonders they had! He was as all the children were, not to be seen around the newcomers, 
for they still could be a threat. But Chapawingo didn't care. He wanted to see more of 
their wonderful things. So on the third night be stole near the newcomer's camp and watched 
them in the firelight. He thought because of his training in warfare and stealth he would 
not be noticed and to his credit he wasn't for four hours. It was not until one of the men 
got up to relive himself that he was found out. Before he could run away the man grabbed him, 
and shoved him into the camp. The men treated him nicely, they were all thoroughly drunk, and 
he got passed around the cup, and despite the fact that he couldn't understand the white man's 
language, he thought them very nice indeed, and his heart grew a itching to go with them on 
their wanderings. And stumbling on his way back to his hut he decided to steal away on one of 
the small boats and go with the men. 
	
	Before dawn the next day he head out, finding a hiding spot among the barrels of freshwater 
and bundles of various fruits and plants. And this time he stayed hidden till the next day, when 
one of the men was looking for some fruit to eat when the little boy's single lock of hair was 
spotted among the mangos. He was pushed and pulled to the deck and put before the captain, a stern 
old man who smelled of seaweed and saltwater. By chance of fate a man had died, falling overboard 
that very day and the ship was missing one hand. So Chapawingo could stay on, provided he learned 
his duties by the end of three days, else be thrown overboard. And Chapawingo fared well, and at 
the end of the first three days he had learned his place among the crew, despite the language 
difference. All he had to do was sweep the deck and stay up in the bird's nest, crying out if he 
saw anything, especially a whale and pointing. And he learned to speak the strange people's language. 
Chapawingo grew to love the sea abroad that ship, high up, watching the sea, his feet pressed against 
the hard wooden bar and his back leaning against the mast. He became a sort of interpreter for the 
ship at strange new ports. He did not know of any of the tribes which they visited along that journey, 
but they always seemed less distrustful when they saw a native aboard. However, this would not last.
	
	Eleven months after, the ship at last came to a civilized port and a month's long 
rest, Chapawingo set out alone to discover this strange new world. So he roamed the 
countryside, his only possessions the clothes he preferred off his back, a small pouch 
and a whalebone dagger which a friendly crew mate whittled him, complete with a tiny 
ship like the one he had been sailing on etched on. He also carried a harpoon, which 
he been training on over the last six months, and had become a fair shot. 
	
	So when he a young native man, carrying only a whalebone dagger and a giant harpoon 
was found, nearly naked, munching half heartily on a uncooked squirrel he found in the forest, 
the carnival man had but little choice to take the young native in as part of his carnival, 
no questions asked. Judging by the way that the carnival man stared in horror at his munching 
away at the squirrel carcass, Chapawingo decide it best not to show him the remaining human 
hand he had in his pouch for dessert. Chapawingo, deciding to let fate take him as it may, 
went on with the traveling show as the wild man. His job was even easier than before, he was 
simply to stay in a cage during the show and eat the heads off of chickens and glare at the 
spectators. He wore only a loincloth and was quite comfortable in it, considering he was at 
times before this forced to wear the clothes of the white men. To make him more frightening, 
the tattooed man who swallowed swords decided to give his entire body tattoos and to pierce 
him. So covering his entire body was fiercesome dark blue and black tattoos to give him a 
horrible menacing visage. In addition to this he was given another set of tattoos, invisible 
in sunlight, the nontoxic phosphorous tattoos soak in the sunlight all day and give him a 
skeleton like appearance at night, as they were over his own bones all over his body. 
	
	Chapawingo stayed her for nine years, gaining popularity among the freak shows. 
Eventually he became part of an act, and would throw hand axes at show participants. He 
became proficient with the use of the hand axe, the whip and harpoon. He stopped telling 
people who asked him what his name meant in his native tongue, which was given to him 
because he was born on butte where some cattle were grazing, hence the name "stinky butte" 
and started calling himself Baby Eater. He would remark that the chickens he ate live as 
part of the show tasted like baby. He gained the nickname Baby form this. For eight years 
he stayed with this traveling circus. Eventually the circus lost fame, and broke up. 
Chapawingo moved for a short time to whaling, becoming a harpooner, being generally excepted 
by these people more, due to the fact that they had been around more natives, and took his 
horrifying tattoos as normal, despite the fact that while living while a cannibal he did not 
have them. Unbeknownst to most people he befriended, which were few, he still kept up his 
cannibalistic nature every now and then, when the situation suited him. He did not consider 
himself a criminal, a bad person or a murderer, this was the way he was brought up, however, 
he kept his practices under cover and only to those who he considered "bad."  Chapawingo 
also kept his religion, which he believes grants him great power,  as to the eating of anothers 
flesh gives the eater the victim's own life force power. Wheater or not this is true has yet 
to be seen. He still keeps his old idol with him which god he believes looks down favorably 
upon him, Greshnoo, the Traveler.  
	
	As to how he had landed in jail, perhaps he was in the wrong place at the wrong time, 
but of this particular crime he is innocent. Being a known "former" cannibal and general savage, 
he was charged with the bloody murder of a young lady in which there was found teeth marks 
in her. As to what he thinks about this current predicament, he believes that fate will do 
with him as it may, and wherever he goes is not his will. But he would like to see the sea again.