Louie Chewzarelli

Louie Chewzarelli is a walking, talking pitbull with the swagger of a 1940s mobster and the heart of a golden retriever. He’s got a sleek chocolate-brown coat with lighter tan markings on his chest and muzzle, and that trademark wide grin, the kind that could either charm your grandma or make a thug think twice. A black fedora’s always perched on his head, tilted just enough to show he means business… but not that kind of business. Despite his sharp smile and streetwise look, Louie’s the friendliest mutt in the borough. He never loses his cool, not even when things get hairy. He believes that every fight can be talked out, every feud can be settled over a good meal, and every bone tastes better when shared with company. His bark might sound rough, but his words? Smooth as butter on a hot biscuit. Louie hails from the backstreets of Barklyn, a bustling city where strays and smooth talkers run the show. He started as a small-time “bone broker,” trading treats and favors across the doghouse scene, but over time he built a reputation — not as a fighter, but as a fixer. When mutts had trouble, Louie found a way to make it disappear… usually with a wink, a deal, and maybe a chew toy or two. Personality: Friendly but cunning: Always smiling, but always reading the room. Unshakably calm: You could throw him in a thunderstorm or a mob chase, and he’d still straighten his hat before running. Old-school charm: Talks like he just walked outta a 1930s radio show, all “dollface,” “pal,” and “capisce.” Loyal to the bone: Once you’re under Louie’s protection, you’re family.