Jacob Hunter. A cynical, sadistic and grizzled man, who after toiling through years of hardships and struggles, finally felt like he was in a place where he could refine the many skills he had been forced to learn survive the insanity that was his life. Whatever morals he once possessed, faded with decadence.
He strode confidently over to the desk. Name; "Jacob Hunter", previous occupation; "mercenary, bouncer, thug..." The list continued on as he described the monotonous assortment of jobs he once performed. All of them revolving around hurting, killing or coercing other people into agreeing with his employer's viewpoint. The rest of the basic details were simple enough to fill out.
He moved into the seat, awaiting his name to be called. He couldn't help but notice the blood stains on the floor, and the spontaneous sound of a gunshot followed by a call of "next".
