Biting the Big Apple
Anarch Baron of Staten Island
As a nominal elder, at least in the American sense, Callihan has succumbed to one of the most perilous habits of the Kindred: He hasn’t kept up with the times.
He wears a full and bushy beard, and the elaborate garb of a nineteenth-century alderman. In some ways, he’s lucky — he deals mostly with Kindred, who can accept such anachronism, and the few mortals with whom he conducts affairs think him a harmless old eccentric. If they saw him when he grew angry, however, with his stern eyes, flaring nostrils and bristling red-gray mustache, they would likely think very differently.