A very low powered wizard, barely strong enough to make the WC. A wizard who finds wizarding both boring and inconvenient as the TV always blows out right when the touchdown pass is being thrown. About fifty years old, he is good hearted but completely lacking in common sense. Is fanatically into beer, fishing, swords and guns (possessing a life-time membership in the NRA and a prized decades long uniterrupted collection of Guns and Ammo magazine). He's married to a fae wife who tricked him into marriage (he thought she was a Bears cheerleader) and a home in the suburbs (he still hasn't figured out why), she nags him mercilessly. They have 4 changling children, all girls, that he doesn't understand. He rarely ventures out of his basement for fear that he'll be ambushed with a "honey-do" list. When he does, he tells his family that he's off "on Council business" or, when desperate "to save the world", but 90% of the time he's actually at Mac's pounding pints. His best friend is a mob bookie with whom he succesfully colloborates in placing Vegas sports book bets, which is his preferred method of supporting his wife's keeping up with the Jonses life-style.
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