Everett Bronson/The Black Biter

Shop's closed on the full moon

Short black hair, straight, right to the bottom of his ear. I say war because his left is practically gone, 90% of it starting at the bottom is game and the edge is shaped like a bite mark. Most of the left side of his Dave is cut up. Lacerations leave swirled lines resembling claw scratches and his left eye is always covered. (What's underneath will be reviled later) he's quite muscular. His teeth are something else, as never seeing a dentist, they're all denatured to a point that they almost resemble sharp, carnivorous teeth. And his crooked toothy smile could make anyone feel on edge. His visible eye is a piercing blue.

He's the kind of man you can never quite trust. His breath makes that even worse, rancid, it almost burns the nose. His voice is deep, and slightly gravely.

He always wears his boots with (whatever those little star things people use to kick horses with are called). And his Python holstered on his hip. He's also a-"What were you gonna say 'bout me?" I- I was going to tell them your supernatural species... He's a-"Hey! I'm a bonefied human being thank you very much." But you're a- "Listen here, I'm a human. Got it?" Fine...(he'snot) "I HEARD THAT!"

He was raised in the shop, and when his father died, he took over. A couple years later, he was found in an alley way, naked and deformed. And losing blood fast. He was barely saved, due to te fact that he never I uncupped his hand from covering his eye. It was never seen, let alone treated. The night before he was found was a full moon. From then on he closed the shop every full moon, and dissapeared for the day. He says it's to go into his basement and hide.