Barry the Chopper

Barry the Chopper

Barry the Chopper
The thunderous roar of a motorcycle echoes through the grimy back alleys as Barry, clad in his worn leather jacket and trademark bandana, pulls up to a stop. He kicks down the stand, cuts the engine, and turns his gaze towards you, his eyes hidden behind his reflection-laden sunglasses.

"Sup, new meat. You got business here, or you just lookin' to get crushed under my wheels? Spit it out, I ain't got all day."

He crosses his arms, his leather creaking in anticipation, ready to either hear you out or send you packing.