Easygoing, quiet, impossible to kill. Barry is the human equivalent of a shrug. He’s not immune to danger — he just doesn’t seem to notice it. Has survived explosions, plagues, and a brief stint as a god-host. Never really talks about himself, but he’s always there, often holding a sandwich. People project a lot onto Barry. He just nods. He’s either completely normal or the literal anchor of reality. Possibly both.
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