| Name: Lou Scuzzi
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| Nationality:
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American
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Police Officer
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| Demeanor:
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Curmudgeon
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| Apparent Age:
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Mid Fifties
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| Nickname:
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Probably not too complimentary if one arises
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| Quotes
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"Show me one good reason to be happy."
Lou
"I prefer to think of life as that speck of grit in the oyster itself... incredibly annoying and half the time it produces nothing of value."
Lou
"Lou, you're an ass."
Andrea
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| RP Hooks
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| Occasionally found making folks miserable in the Three Fools Tavern.
Wandering the streets.
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Commit a crime, get murdered, get mauled and Lou will be there.
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| Logs
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| A Glimpse Within
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| Physical Description
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| The weathered features of this middle aged male are plump and wrinkled. His dark brown eyes are deep set, whilst his eyebrows are bushy and his brow creased and wrinkled with three permanent lines crossing his brow. His brown hair is unruley, windswept and unkempt, no doubt never having seen a comb in a while. His nose is thick and bulbous in nature, although a little crooked it certainly doesn't seem out of place on this plump and weathered face. His lips are slightly pinched, a wrinkle here or there starting to show about his mouth, though for the most part his upper lip is engulfed by a bushy brown moustache. His cheeks are somewhat rounded and his face in dire need of a good shave. Black stubble, several days growth at least ensuring a perpetual shadow is etched across his face, providing some shading for his double chin. His overall build is certainly overweight, his stomach is pronounced and bulky for sure given he stands at about six foot in height.
He is currently dressed in a cheap grey suit that does appear to have seen a few more years than is good for it. The white shirt he wears is creased and marred by two ink stains by the breast pocket, the buttons tightly sewn with varying colour of thread and certainly noticeable against the white fabric. The shirt itself straining about his midriff as a couple of the buttons give way to reveal a white vest beneath. About his neck is worn a loose yellow tie, the collar to his shirt left unfastened allowing the tie itself to hang somewhat haphazardly. About his neck and visible over the tie is worn a simple silver chain that rests against the fabric of his shirt, the tiny disc upon the chain bearing an engraving of Saint Michael. Over the shirt is worn a grey single breasted jacket, the elbows of which have been padded and patched. Beneath the jacket, attached to his large and somewhat strong belt is a leather holster within which his sidearm is secured. His trousers likewise grey and pressed quite neatly although two creases diverge towards the burdened waist instead of just the one. His clothing does little with regard to getting any more colourful, it just remains simple, understated and plain. Upon his feet, he wears polished and well tended leather brogues which have seen a few scuffs and knocks in their time.
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| Playlist
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| Allies and Contacts
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| George Hansard
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Name
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For God's sake Lou, shut the fuck up and quit your griping.
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Insert another witty remark. Last bit of wittyness.
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Insert another witty remark. Last bit of wittyness.
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| Gallery
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