Walter Sean Doherty

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Description

A wreck of a man in a patched coat and hat that hasn’t fit since the Roosevelt administration. Waltz moves slow, talks slower, and laughs at his own jokes louder than anyone else ever does. He’s got the cracked Irish charm of an old-time crooner whose act never made it past the dive bars. Skips is his only real friend.

Personality

Lazy but perceptive. A master of barstool philosophy and wartime stories that may or may not be true. Seems like a fool, but occasionally drops the kind of wisdom that makes you wonder if he’s just pretending.

Habits

Asks for a drink, then complains about it. Every time.
Hums old ballads when no one’s paying attention.
Sometimes tries to dance when he's really hammered, hence the name.
Talks to a photo he keeps in his breast pocket—says it’s his late wife, "God rest her patience."

Hooks & Angles

He’s been around long enough to recognize faces—even ones that shouldn’t be in the neighborhood anymore.
Used to work the rail yards. Knows old smuggling routes, train schedules, and some union secrets.
Might have owed Joe Bagels a favor back in the day, which he drunkenly refuses to elaborate on.
Once killed a man during a bar fight in 1941. Everyone forgot. Waltz didn’t.

Year of Birth

1894 CE 59 Years old

Birthplace

County Clare, Ireland

Eyes

Faded green, watery and unfocused, but soften when he smiles

Hair

Wisps of gray and white under a tilted fedora two sizes too big

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Rosy-cheeked and wrinkled, with spider veins on his nose and a long, sagging face that once might’ve been handsome

Height

6'1"

Weight

162 lbs.

Belief/Deity

Catholic in theory, superstitious in practice—swears by lucky pennies and salt tosses