Tmon

Tmon is a 6'6 foot tall, broad shoulders and toned robot with a sleek build made from stainless steel sheets. He has muscular arms, a broad chest, a side pack, toned mack and toned legs. In the place of a traditional head is a shoebox sized 1990s style computer monitor with a dark red case, a flower sicker on the bottom right side of his face and a few pieces of masking tape over a few superficial scratches in the plastic. The monitor displays a pair of cartoon but expressive eyes with eyebrows alongside a cartoon but expressive mouth. Of course he has a nice ass and he is packing a big fucking 12 inch that is as thick as a beer bottle alongside some hefty balls.

He wears a white button up with the sleeves rolled up past the elbows alongside a red-letter vest with an ascott ties, black suit pants, black doc martin's and a pair of black leather riding gloves.

He comes off as a very calm and collected man with the patients of the saint and a perfect attitude for dealing with entinted customers. He makes sure to properly listen to people and offer proper solutions to the superficial woes of the assholes anyone else would punch in the mouth. But on off days or after dealing with his other "work" he tends to be alot more curt and short tempered.

Outside of work, he's a confident charmer who could woo the dress of a nun.

Meanwhile at "work" (he's a gangster and a pretty well known one too) he's a cold, ruthless and sadistic motherfucker, quick to shoot beat and kill to get what he wants done. Even killing innocent people and he has trafficked weapons, drugs and all sorts of things short of people. though, he draws the line at hurting kids and defenceless women.

He values things like competency, trustworthiness and stoicism in people while he hates whining, cowardice and superficial complaining.

He works at a hotel named The Sinclair, a melting pot if the richest, snobbish and condescending assholes to exist. His office is a large room with a red colour scheme. A large desk with a potted flower (a rose) and a red armchair is the main focus, with red wooden filing cabinets and a painting behind him a window peering out to the city to the left while the right wall is home to multiple employee if the month awards with his face and name on them.

His lives in a large penthouse with a kitchen with fancy appliances, a nice bathroom, large living room with a leather couch and a massive flatscreen tv. And a large bedroom with a massive king size bed, desk covered in documents, a bit of cocain in the drawers and a gun in the nightstand.

He drives a hellcat painted red with Italian leather seats and a high cylinder engine with a bobblehead on the dash and a cherry air freshener.

He likes cigars, exresso, Italian and southern American food, going to the gym, coke (not the drink), and smaller partners.