Dekland Freeny is both an ex, semi-pro bicycle racer and a beat up, old rodeo clown who owns only one sock and wreaks of sour pickles.
He is the son of night wraiths and early on was imbued with a need to ride away very fast or to punch bovine creatures squarely on the nose.
Sadly, his chosen professions have left him somewhat damaged and suffering in the knowledge that after a certain age, the body does what the body does ... and what the body does is just weird.
He is extremely friendly and talkative. And that's all that needs to be said.
Talk to me, Goose.