Mandeep, il a répondu à Dajil. "Cette pièce est... 800 coups par minute, n'est-ce pas? Pas mal. Le mien fait un modeste 267. J'ai gagné ça dans un pari que j'avais avec un... connaissance."
Il a regardé le garçon. Il ressemblait presque à quelqu'un du monde occidental, habillé avec style. Il pouvait à peine voir ses yeux à travers les lunettes de soleil, mais dans ses jours de jeu et de poker, il avait généralement été avec des gens portant des lunettes de soleil. Mandeep s'est éraflé le menton. "C'est la première fois que tu fais ce genre de choses?" Il a demandé à Dajil.
Comme il l'a demandé, un autre homme est apparu par l'entrée. Il semblait à propos de l'âge de Mandeep, et portait une chemise et un pull (dans cette chaleur? , pensa Mandeep). Il semblait trop gentil pour ce qu'ils étaient sur le point de faire, mais Mandeep, pour une fois, a prétendu que cela pourrait être juste authentique. Mandeep a soulevé un sourcil à la question de l'homme. "Bien sûr. Mais un peu chaud, pour porter un pull, n'est-ce pas? »
Name: Mandeep JHAVERI
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Religion (Most Indians are Hindu, Taoist, Buddhist or Muslim): Hindu
Weapons of choice (what they prefer): Shotguns
Weapon on them (what they physically own, on their person and in their arsenal at home): Desert Eagle he won gambling
Known to the law and police force: 1/10 (Criminal Record: stole food when he was young)
Corruption level: 4/10 (Willing to do certain things, but not murder, for money)
Personality: Calm, level-headed, inconspicuous, ambitious
Bio (I don't really believe in infodumping here, write what you want if at all to be honest):
Mandeep's father was a rug merchant, who sold the rugs his mother made. His parents had had an arranged marriage. His father died at 40 of diabetes, and he had to start working as a rug merchant despite the possibility of continuing his studies. He managed quite well, until one day he and his mother were mugged. During the mugging one of the muggers got a excited and bashed her on the head, killing her. Mandeep flew into a rage and took out his knife, killing each of them. One got away, but he chased after him and stabbed him to death. After that, having no more rugs, he had to sell the company and instead start doing odd jobs. Construction, delivery, bodyguarding. With a few bribes here and there he and his sister managed to survive.
That was until the day she contracted AIDS. They had nowhere enough money to help her medicate for it. So he started selling his possesions, but it was not enough. Finally, he turned to more dangerous jobs. This is one of his first few, his third to be precise. The last two were small robberies. This is the first one where he might die. But he'll do anything for the rupees.
Killable: Yes