Name: Terrence Callaghan

Age: 20

Race: Human

Faction: Adventurers, rank of Courier

Weapons: A simple long rifle, able to be armed with specially produced powders and bullets for extra effects. He rarely, if ever, uses it, instead preferring to use his feet and wits to get away.

Appearance: Terrence is a young man, clean shaven, clad in what was once a navy-blue uniform and coat of the glorious Guild. Now, it's been slowly overtaken by stained fragments and repairs, the mark of an adventurer, so that it is now slightly more brown colored. Carries his gun hung at his side, as well as a large sack holding the mail, packages, and supplies he carries between towns. Wears a heavy cap to protect his head. Has light brown, dirty-blond hair. He also wears extremely thick and heavy gloves, making his hands look larger than they ought to. Somehow, he manages to use his rifle well despite them.

He is accompanied by a small, brown-and-white terrier named Duine, a yappy little thing that is far cleverer than she looks or acts. She's good at keeping the rats down, at least.

Personality: Terrence is cheerful, forthright, and more honest than a brick, with all the usual sense of one. He never seems to be intimidated, but he'll split at the first opportunity if threatened. He dislikes fighting, preferring to run or avoid a conflict entirely. He'll never accept the loss of a letter, though, nor allow someone to come to harm. After all, he's an Adventurer, and they do more than just the mail- They're the guardians of the roads, the wandering heroes. That's what he'd like to believe, anyways. He hopes to someday be allowed to drive a horse-drawn cart instead of walking everywhere.

Opinion on War: He has no opinion on the war, and he's well respectful and fearful of the Virelia, whose might he's seen before.

History: Terrence was sent to the Guild at the age of ten, when his parents vanished and he was left alone. He grew up their foundling, officially joining their ranks at sixteen. Since then, he's been wandering the world, delivering the letters sent between towns, and trying to live up to the ideals he was taught as a child. Connect, Correct, Protect- His personal code. He's made his rounds along the east coast several times now, and knows many people in Fasdal, even if they don't remember him.

Theme Song: Tegami Bachi - Letter Bee

Battle Theme Song: BACCANO! no Theme

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