Anger lives all by himself in a small shack at the edge of town.  Rumor has it that his walls are made of solid stainless steel because he never wants to deal with home repair.  He spends much of his time hiding.  He thinks if people don’t see him they won’t believe that he’s been around.  But he leaves his muddy footprints everywhere.  You often find neighbors cleaning up after him after he decided to visit their shadows.

Anger has a strange way of cooking.  He likes to simmer things for longs periods of time.  More often than not, his meals end up simmered down to blackened paste that he’s willing to share like it was fit for a king.  He’ll insist you eat it.  You get an anxious feeling when he looks you in the eye.  He’s got a funny way with people.

Anger once held a job, but was fired after it was discovered every time he left a room there were tears shed, broken equipment, or shattered coffee cups.  He gets offended because he’s often invited over for extended visits and when someone asks if he’s around, his hosts always deny they’ve seen him though he leaves his baggage in every room.

Anger says he once had a better name, but it was forgotten after so many years of causing snarls and growls in people he ran into on the street.  You’d think it was his fault people were disorganized, distracted or running late.  I guess that’s why he started trying to keep in the shadows.  I’d rather he come out and face you, so you knew who you were dealing with.