Name - Sloth, the Dealer - goes by Sloth 
Age - 27 , 5'11
Hometown - born and raised in the Slums of No Name
Occupation - dealer of all things [b]desired[/b]
Family - all blood deceased, however runs with a notorious underground gang, the [b]Sujo Natives[/b] (the Filthy Natives) commonly referred to as the Sujo. 
Fortune - "I got a crib on the southside, but [b]dont worry bout my money[/b]" 

Strengths - quick and witty, has a seemingly endless amount of connections. good with a knife. knows the city inside and out
Weaknesses - "I got some [b]chronic lung shit[/b] so that's why I'm always layered up, cus' muhfuckas' nasty. and I don't trust you nasty muthafuckas"  
anything over a walk tires him out, but can walk for a very long time with no discomfort. 
Fear - "I fear these [b]pussies[/b] gon' let these punk bitches come in and take over our city, but I ain't having that shit, [b]fuck Major Jess[/b]" 

Appearance - [hider][img]https://image.ibb.co/enwLtR/20171117_004024.png[/img][/hider]
picture black gloves

Blacked out from head to toe. A thick black grey stripe runs the verticals of his matching tracksuit. Black gloves on each hand and a state of the art black mask that doubles as an air filtration system and privacy screen over the entire face. Hooded. Face cannot be seen at all, however due to the technology has no problem looking out. Looks like incredibly fine mesh. 

Introduction - 

"[b]Corrupt Bitch[/b]." sloth grumbled to himself flinging the newspaper on the ground next to the bench where he was sitting near the Market District newsstand. The headline read "[b]Mayor Jess Declares No Name City's Upper District, the Safest Place on Earth[/b]" 
"Safest Place on Earth my ass, who the fuck comes up with this [b]bullshit[/b]?" 
"If anyone belie- but right as he was getting into his audienceless rant his Sujo brother appeared in his peripheals and gave a signal. 

Right, no bitchin', it was time. Standing up Sloth headed off in the direction of the Docks, someone was owed a visit. 

[hider][i]"People come to me for information, I'm a lot like your friendly neighborhood tour guide, but expect to die if you try to wrong me. That ain't no threat either, I know a lot of people who will make it happen, just don't fuck with me okay? That's rule number one when you deal with me. No funny shit, I don't like funny shit, don't try it, period. Why am I telling you this? Cause you need or want something and I'm the only muthafucka' who you can get it from. And if you ain't from around here, and I know who from 'round here, don't expect nothn' to come cheap; but I like money, and everything has its price. See I grew up in the Slums of No Name to a sick mother who wanted nothing more than to care for me but couldn't, and a deadbeat burnout fuck up who could care less if I was alive. But ay, fuck all that sentimental shit, if you need it I got it. Firearms, munitions, pagers, cellphones, but fuck those wiretapped shits; laptops, vehicles, fuck if you need heavy artillery or a tank I got that too. That's how I make my living around here, I'm Sloth, Sloth the Dealer and I don't shake hands, cus' fuck you nasty motherfuckers, but I'll take your money. Beyond all that shit, I got information, and if you want to survive around here you'll need that, so you come to me when you want something, and don't forget my money. The Board? Fuck the board, what the fuck is the board all you motherfuckers are always coming here looking for? You know how many of you limp dick pussies come here looking for that board and get killed? You're better off going the fuck back home, because this place ain't for you... but then again, everything has its price and shit ain't cheap round' here." [/i][/hider]