[@TokyoPewPew]Thanks for the feedback. I've revised it.

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[center][h2]Two punks thought they could skip without paying for treatment. Now Joe needs to go out and uphold his reputation, lest the street thugs start thinking they can use him as a doormat.[/h2]
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Joseph 'Joe' Pecorino | 58 | 5'9 | Male
Business: Joe Pecorino is the owner and head physician at the Waggy Tails Emergency Veterinary clinic. He has multiple employees that handle the light side of the business. He makes plenty of money off of the vet business. On paper, he's doing most of the managerial work. In reality, his assistant manager Becca runs the business. Joe is present to operate the shadow side of the emergency clinic. Any criminal worth their salt knows that Joe is the guy to go to in order to get a bullet hole stitched up without any questions asked. He's been doing this for a decade now. He is required to prioritise the criminals working for big bosses. The Italians come first, and then the Irish, and then the rabble. There are plenty of nights when he'll have five grown men waiting about with bullet holes, and no animals. Despite their shady dealings, the clinic is still popular among various well-to-do pet owners.
Savvy: Aside from his obvious medical skill, Joe knows his way around a handgun. On the rare occasion he meets up with his buddies, they usually go to the range and shoot the shit. He has a couple pieces he prizes, and a couple pieces he wields. He can legally concealed carry. He also bakes a mean pineapple upside down cake. He drives.
Ruin: Joe grew up in a happy family. He was lucky enough that his dad didn't hit him or his mother; despite the fact that Joe's dad was a Union Teamster. The man was involved in a lot of shady dealings that Joe was never privy to. He excelled in school, mostly because of his mother's encouragement and the relatively positive environment he was raised in. He loved animals, so he decided to become a vet. 
Any robber worth their salt knows to visit a vet if they want a bullet hole patched up without questions asked. During his first year of practice the infamous hitwoman Nastia Downs paid him a visit. After pressuring him with her iron, Joe reluctantly agreed to patch her up. Pretty quickly, word got out within the underworld that the city had a new fixer vet that wouldn't snitch. Joe was unsure about getting involved in the life, but he appreciated the money so he didn't protest too much. After a few years he had enough money to buy out the clinic. He moved himself up and out of regular treatment and began too focus on his new specialisation. By the time he was ready to wrap up the operation he was informed that he was too useful to the syndicates for him too retire from the life. He was locked in now.
Cred: 
"The doc patches up a bullet hole real good."
"He ain't talkin', we know where he lives. He's got two cute kids."
"I heard he keeps a .38 in his desk. Just pay him dawg, it's not worth it. Especially if you're already beat up."
"No Reg, he can't retire. Who else will fix our boys up after they take a slug? His mouth is sealed shut. Go and have a chat with him. Make sure we're on the same page."
Ilk: 
[b]Family Man[/b]: He didn't realise how easy it was to track down his loved ones. Two kids, the oldest is in college. And his wife. It's rare to find someone with the expertise that is willing to turn a blind eye to whatever underhanded wounds they might have. If Joe tries to leave, him and his family are in mortal danger. On occasion, he's had some close calls with his clever wife looking into some of his underhanded dealings. But so far, she doesn't really know what he gets up to.
[b]A Harmless Vice[/b]: Over the years Joe has sampled the medication. He's gotten a taste for escaping from reality with substances when he has the chance. He'll do ketamine if he doesn't have anything else, but Cocaine is his favourite.
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