EROL “THE TOOTHPICK” MORTIMER
STATS:
Age: 60
Height: 6′ 2″
Weight: 180 lbs
Hair: Black, slicked
Eyes: Dead gray
Hometown:County Cork, Ireland
Weapons pref: Silver toothpick, manipulation, recruitment
Quote: “He’ want’s ta fley ya’ alive, Donny boy….”The Goldilocks”…”
McDougal’s chief recruiter and enforcer. Twenty years finding broken soldiers in bars near military bases, offering salvation while delivering damnation. Black everything, brown leather jacket.
Approached grieving veterans with false sympathy – Don, Olaf, Pancho, all after personal loss and in deep grief.
He stood chain-smoking through that first library meeting, staring at book spines rather than meet their eyes. He listened to the repeated thuds of Bruce’s skull getting caved in without flinching while Don sat, unimpressed. No, Erol just lit cig after cig…the weight of the guilt, temporarily holding him until he knew he’d get paid once all three recruits passed the test.
Former SAS washout who traded honor for money when the final test proved too hard.
Now, Still deadly at sixty. The toothpick isn’t just an affectation – it’s a weapon that’s punctured windpipes and carved out eyes when words failed.
Twenty years of feeding good men to a monster. Twenty years of knowing exactly what he was selling. Not broken by guilt, just hardened by it into something worse
The recruiter who sold souls to the devil and gave his to him for free.