Martin Vienkot

An old man who walks with a stoop, he is one of the most pessinistically bitter people one might ever meet. He sits on his porch with his cane by his side with his brow furrowed, grumbling to himself. He doesn't like anyone. Not children (except his own grandchildren), not teenagers, not adults, not other elderly. He does, however, love his dog, Sampson. For years that dog has followed him around, and the two now sit on the porch together, old and worn, judging everyone. Martin likes to dislike people. Most talking he does is complaining. He hates those damn Democrats, then he hates those damn Republicans. He feels that everyone wants to scam him, and always takes it personally. Even the Girl Scouts don't come to sell cookies to him anymore. Years of life have taught him that dealing with others is a messy affair, and he has learned that he would rather just not do so. He often finds compromise undoable and those with whom he must work insufferable. To Martin, everyone else is a damn fool and he would rather not associate with them, thank-yo'-very-much. However, he'll still insult them from afar.

~Olivia