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Name: Jack Li
Profession: traveling snake-oil salesmen
Appearance: Thin and wiry the man has the build of snake, an especially greasy snake. His coal black hair has been slicked back and lies flat and smooth against his scalp. His thin face is pale, but in a way that is more genteel than sickly, and adorned with a pencil thin handle bar mustache and a pair of slanty fox's eyes. He wears old, dusty, bu finely tailored clothes that fit his slim body to a t.
Jack born the illegitimate son of a Chinese railroad worker, and a traveling missionary grew up with his mother going from town to town to "preach the Word of God". Being a "woman of God" nobody much bothered her or the little "orphan" that she had adopted during her travels. Of course being a missionary was just a front the lady was actually a confidence artist who specialized in selling salvation and she made damn sure her son learned all the tricks of the trade before she passed away from Cholera. Picking up the family business Jack travels from town to town always ready to make a quick buck, and a quick escape whenever he's overstayed his welcome.
Smooth as grease, slick as oil, and twice as slippery as either Jack owes loyalty to only one man, himself. Beyond that he acts as a gentleman would, save for the matter of him being a incurable womanizer.
Other: Possesses two donkeys, a small wagon he lives and sets up shop and show out of, a pair of derringers up his sleeves, and a mother of pearl handled shaving razor in his left boot. Has compunctions about actually killing people. "You can't make money off a dead man."