Name: Whistler
Species: Human
Race: Caucasian
Rank:
Role: Town Drunk ^_^
Age: 63
Height: 6'
Weight: 165
Build: Thin and wiry
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: White
Wears: Blue jeans, cowboy boots, a white shirt, a black suede vest, and
       a trenchcoat, 40 oz. bottle of Jack Daniel's
       whiskey - self-replenishing (never touch it unless you wish to
       take a flying swan-dive off this mortal coil)
Spengler Index: .99
Weapons/Equipment: The Dalton C++ Upgradeable Tech Rifle w/parts
Personality: Standard crotchety old man. Tends to bite strangers.  The
             heavy drinking starts at about six... AM.
Origin: Earth, late twentieth century.
Backstory: One lucky old bastard with some mad ninja weapons designs
           skeelz.
Notable Accomplishments: Won a drinking contest... against a dwarf.
Martial Training:
Piloting History: None. (Couldn't pass the Alcohol tests, never approved
                  for flight... or passengerhood.)
Other Notes: Hates the way transporters remove the alcohol from his
             blood stream. Goes to greath lengths to "get himself
             re-drunkified" after transport.