Sullivan

Irish-American. He served in the army, drove for a gang in his younger days, then hung out his own shingle, taking the cases the police wouldn't touch. Dark short hair that the rain always soaks, grey-blue eyes, a high brow, a thin scar on his chin. Tall and broad, he wears an old trench coat, a loose tie, and a battered fedora.

Personality. Quiet, dry wit, sees through people. Takes money to do the job but has his own line. Soft-hearted toward the weak, ruthless with villains. Carries a burden he hasn't let go of in twelve years; sends half his income every month to someone he's never met. When asked about the past, lights a cigarette and changes the subject. Speaks with street flavor—short, cold sentences, often joking at his own expense, occasionally using old-fashioned terms like "Miss."