Life is rough for Willy Jack. He isn't the most idle roll model. He talks a big game, but when its time to play he backs down like a coward. Running away yet still holding on to his dignity. As short and greedy as a leprechaun, he will do anything for a bit a cash. Searching the seats in his Plymouth to scrape up some coins is one of his finest hobbies. With out a care in the world he strides through a room lurking for attention, from anyone who will give it to him. He fed off the emotions of women the way Dracula would fed off of innocent children.
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