Editing Baroque Thumbs (section)

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Synopsis: Ex-muscle, gun runner, straightforward brick of a man. As said of Marv, he'd fit perfectly on some medieval battlefield. A local boy forever, he'll live and die on these streets, and knows it. Also knows that Baroque is a rough place to have dreams, because the city will choke the life out of them, if it can.

Sells guns to all takers, without much ethical quandry, because he knows they'll get them anyway, and this way, they won't blow up in the buyer's face. A holdover from the pre-mask days, he's much more comfortable with gimmickless mobsters than the current face of crime - one of the reasons he's stepped out of the business to a large degree. That, and he felt he wasn't rising fast enough.

He's starting to feel his age - mentally, if not physically - an ol' timer, in the privacy of his own head, and that has a lot to do with the changing world. He's not afraid of this, because largely, he knows he's far more likely to get a viking swansong than a slow slip into retirement.

But he's moving along. He's got time, and there's still beer to be drunk, fights to get into, and broads to cozy up with at night. He lives straightforward and directly - and expects everyone else to live the same way. He does unto others, as he would have them do unto him - which means fighting them to the death if they get in his face.

Appearance & Style: He's a jacket and slacks kinda guy. Suits are too upmarket for him generally - but he feels a man should wear a coat. Favours maroons, greys, olive greens and blacks. Wears a drivers cap, most of the time, with a thinning grey crew-cut underneath it. Starting to get a slight sag around the midsection these days, but its not slowing him down. Nose spread across his face from numerous breaks, jutting chin, sloping forehead. Broad smiles, with chipped teeth, but that doesn't stop him. Long scar across his hairline. That special "Frank Miller" quality of old, where despite the fact he's pushing late middle age, he's the most dangerous man on the table. Huge hands. Ex-Super Heavyweight Prize Fighter, about 6"6, with the muscle mass to match. A collection of old bruises, scars and bullet wounds that most people don't see. Tatoo on his upper arm with 'Maria' on it, which he doesn't speak about.