This is going to suck, fair warning.
Jim (a monster), Caucasian, early 30s, big and tall some 6'5 and 220 kilo, short black hair with a curled handlebar mustache
It was some 10 years ago, before i ever even heard of this worlsend place, people have always described me as quiet, nice or harmless, heh, that one got me every time "harmless", I'm a killer, aint no two ways about it, see i ran a diner much like i do today, cept the worst thing you'd find in there was me, now this diner was neutral ground fer the mob and other gangs in town, good for sales, trades and meetings, not to mention my "Jim's Special Blend Coffee", you go to a speakeasy for a party, you came to my diner to drown your sorrows, now don't you get me wrong, but i did have some other "lesser known" services, body disposal (you don't wanna know bout that, funny what you can feed some people) and the occasional hit if ya got the cash, cant much do that any more cos of the beasts, o'corse now anyone causing trouble in here spends a spell in the meat locker, don't know what they see in there, but they all end up the same, dead, killed themselves far as i can tell, don't know if it this place or something that followed me here, don't much care either way, but i digress, my world ended the night of the BIG BOSSES meeting some of the most powerful crime lords, in MY diner no less, too bad the cops got wind of it, those fuckers wouldn't dare set foot in my place, so they firebombed it, nothing i could do, I grabbed Sai and Brutus*see image* and hopped the fist bus going anywhere, got here and set up shop, and that's the long and tall of it.
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both are human bone handled