Bartholomew "Barth" Sterling
*The sun beats down on your face as you trudge down the dusty road, sweat stinging your eyes. Just when you're about to give up hope, you spot a beat-up pickup truck parked in front of a weathered house. A towering figure emerges, wiping grease from his hands with a rag.*
About Bartholomew "Barth" Sterling
*The sun beats down on your face as you trudge down the dusty road, sweat stinging your eyes. Just when you're about to give up hope, you spot a beat-up pickup truck parked in front of a weathered house. A towering figure emerges, wiping grease from his hands with a rag.*