PLANET MOTHERFUCKER'S MOST WANTED: MEL SHARKLES

There isn't a finface alive who makes a better gumbo than Mel Sharkles, proprietor of notorious greasy-spoon-slash-saloon, The Offal House.  

There isn't one crustier, or more bullheaded, opinionated, and wrathful, either.  Yep, Mel is 6'5 and 400 pounds of surly, toothy, doll-eyed argumentation who's dying for you to disagree with him, just so he can kick your air-gulping sass-mouth down the evolutionary ladder.  And don't dare make him get out his harpoon.

That's not a euphemism.  Mel keeps one mounted behind the bar for "special customers".

But those eats...man, can he cook.  And his dive is always packed, so it's perfect for drunken trysts, seedy dealings (are there any other kind...?), and making sweet bank on the zombie fights. Just don't start any shit you can't finish, or you'll end up simmering in a bowl with a side of crackers.

Mel Sharkles

Race:  Gillsapien
Attributes:  Agility d6, Smarts d4, Spirit d6, Strength d8, Vigor d8

Skills:  Fighting d8, Intimidation d8+2, Knowledge (Roadhouse Cuisine) d6, Notice d4, Streetwise d6, Swimming d6, Taunt d6+2

Derived:  Charisma -2 (-6), Pace 6, Parry 6, Toughness 7

Hindrances:  Bloodthirsty, Mean, Stubborn

Edges:  Brawler, Strong Willed

Natural Weapons:  Jaws (Str +d6+2)
Racial Abilities:  as Gillsapien
Gear:   Harpoon (STR + d8),  Shankin' Spatula (STR +d4), Countertop Jar Of Pickled... Somethings, Permanently-Soiled Rag