Name: Walter Dixon
Nicknames: Walt
Gender: Male
Age: 41
Birthday: 5 September 1972
Pokemon: Walrein
National #: 365
Title: Ice Break Pokemon
Nature: Jolly- No matter how tough situations get, Walt keeps a smile on his face. He’s naturally a good-natured person, so it’s worse when he snaps people’s necks whilst grinning like a clown.
Height: 7’4”
Weight: 442 lbs
Hair Color: White
Hair Length: Super curly and approximately shoulder length, maybe shorter.
Eye Color: Yellow-gold
Skin Tone: Uneven tan; somewhat sunburnt in places which is funny because he gets burned all over hah. hah hah.
Build: Large everywhere. His hands are big enough to wrap around Mia’s body. Think Wreck-It Ralph size, seriously.
Tattoos: There are too many to even count. His arms are covered, as is his chest and back. The one on his right forearm is of a nude Gardevoir gijinka & a semi-nude Milotic gijinka.
Piercings: Left eyebrow
Appearance: He pretty much looks like Santa crossed with Wreck-It Ralph. His nose is crooked, and his lips are wide. His ears kind of sag a bit, and his eyes are sunken. But he looks pretty much like a jolly, middle-aged guy with prematurely white hair.
Full Outfit: He wears a plaid flannel shirt in blues and white & a pair of blue jeans. His boots are brown and lace up to mid-calf. His sleeves are always rolled up to his elbows, and he sometimes carries a cigar between his lips—an unlit cigar.
Personality: He’s a happy guy, most of the time. Though his career involves him crushing the life out of innocent people, he’s normally always with a smile on his face. It can come across as creepy, though. He’s also a super-softie, and a super drama queen. He adores hugs, and if he can make a big deal of something, be prepared for a Shakespearean-level performance.
Family: His wife drowned six years ago (while having an affair, of course), and that’s it.
Background: Back in the day, Walt was a heavy drinker and a risky gambler. In under a month, he’d flung away his life savings, but he continued to gamble.
His wife, Margaret, became furious with Walt one day and ordered him to stop. He broke her neck in his frustration. She lived, though, and she forgave him. She loved him; she couldn’t help it.
But she grew so weary. She found a lover, a young man of only 23, and began an affair. When Walt, in a drunken stupor, found out from a pal, he immediately set off for the lake near his home.
Being a Water-type, he had no trouble, even when drunk, in swimming out to the middle of the water where a single boat, lantern hung in the center, sat. When Margaret saw him, she cried out, and ordered him to leave.
Walt tipped the boat and held Margaret and her lover underwater, six feet apart, until the bubbles ceased surfacing from their mouths.
Walt doesn’t remember anything that happened after that. Not until the next morning when the police broke down his door.
He confessed, and he was put on death row.
But Gorfrey arranged it so Walt got out after only six months, and in return, Walt agreed to do the man’s bidding. The rest is history.
