Name - John "Jersey" Jerskiwicz

Age - 36

Appearance - John isn't the largest guy, but he dresses big with lots of folds for the imagination to fill in. His hair is black and slicked back, which compliments his angular face well. He sometimes has a facial shadow, but mostly he goes clean-shaven.

Bio - It's the 80's. Cocaine is new and its big, big, big! With John, that's no exception. Primarily employed as a drug dealer by the age of 23, it's only recently that John stopped being a mule and started being primarily a recreational user. Since than, his life has been pretty simple; wake up at three in the afternoon, shower, go to the discotheque, pick up some fox, bring her back to his place, make animal noises, sleep. Repeat ad nauseum.

This routine, however, couldn't last. One day, in a shocking break from tradition, John and some friends went on a road trip to the coast. There, at some exclusive beach or another, whilst bird watching in the surf, John cut his toe on something sticking out of the mud. It turned out to be a pair of slick, stylish sunglasses. Score, thought John.

Then he put them on. Let's just say, he never went back to the discotheque.

OT: Can't wait to get this thing going.

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The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.