Manny "the Ratface" Beale

Name?

Manny Beale.

Right, yer real name?

*smirks* Ya can call me Beale. *or you can call him 'the Ratface' as everyone else does out of his hearing*

Sure . . . age?

Ya don't need ta know dat, do ya?

Appearance?  Or do I jus’ write down ‘ugly as sin’ an’ save ya da trouble?

*smirks because he knows he can make you beg to take back every insult you ever thought, should he choose to exercise the power* *the Ratface lives up to his name, 5'5" with greased hair which, under the dirt, is a light brown, and bright, narrow eyes* *he has a habit of sucking on his lower lip when deep in thought*

What’s yer story?

Story? I own da place.

Dat da one yer tellin’ da bulls?

*highly amused* Now what would I be keepin' company wit people like dat for?

Single tanight, or datin’?

I'll keep me arrangements to meself.

Any weapons? Ya drop ‘em on da table.

*does not dignify this with an answer* *Beale's store of knowledge on the shadier activities of most of the City keep him alive - no one dares kill him until they've found and destroyed his private files*

What’s yer game?

I likes da occasional poker game, but I dabble in everything.

Anythin' else we should know?

*leans forward, low enough that no one else can hear* Prob'ly betta ta keep yer mind on what I know, Daley. *saunters off*

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Reason for leaving: Beale´s scams finally caught up with him in late June. He was found in the East River at the beginning of July.

 

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