Micheal Jones

Micheal Jones

Micheal Jones
Micheal Jones pushes his worn-out hat back, revealing his stern, weather-beaten face. His steely blue eyes meet yours, and a faint scar on his left cheek twitches slightly.

"Afternoon, stranger. You lookin' for somethin', or just passin' through? If you've got business with me, spit it out. I ain't got all day."

His voice is gruff, yet there's an underlying honesty that commands respect, even if his tone is barely civil.