Name: 'Nimble'
Gender: Male
Species: Human, Russian
Age: 27
Height: 65'9
Weight/build: 210kg, built to run
Occupation: Informant, Runner, Spy, Target practice (on occasion when the police are trying to kill him or people he's sold out)
Likes: Jokes about Vodka being made of Latvia's tears, Running, money, sarcasm, running (for mayor), Chocolate, American women who get enraptured by his accent and devilish personality, people who can take a joke
Dislikes: Running (for mayor), police, guns, angry people, spicy foods, Italians, American women who don't fall for his charm, super serious people,
Personality: He's a jokester who likes his job, but tends to be serious only when he has to be. He's also kind've cynical
Past: No one knows who 'Nimble' really is. He was your average Russian immigrant who didn't know the language at all and had no friends. The Italians didn't really like him, and liked to try and run protection rackets on him and the other immigrants. Naturally he ran, but he became so good at it he made it a profession. He runs illegal goods for the mob families under the nose of the police, or away from the police. You want something stolen and kept out of police hands, find Nimble. And when mob families don't give into his prices, he gets to inform on them to his rivals and get paid double and help get rid of crime.