Dekland Freeny is both an ex, semi-pro bicycle racer and a beat up, old rodeo clown. He owns only one sock and generally wreaks of sour pickles. He is the son of several night wraiths, constructed from porridge on a dare. Early on, he became overcome by a compulsion to punch bovine creatures squarely in the nose and deal with the consequences later. He is extremely friendly and talkative. And that's all that needs to be said. Talk to me, Goose.