Name: Winston Burbike
Occupation: Pest Control- it's a dirty job but somebody has to do it
Appearance:Winston can most often be found smeared with grease or a sticky, foul smelling sludge that permeates the lower reaches of the city. He is not a large man by any standing, and has made more than one lady cringe with his bulbous nose and crooked grin. Though he cleans up well enough for a person of his profession, the slicked, long, oily black hair and tattered waist coat would never fool anyone into thinking he was a man of culture- or civilized society for that matter.
Personality: Never one to shy away from conversation, Winston is often overly friendly with any response, even an admonishment, egging him on even further. He is a man of simple pleasures and crude mannerisms, liking a stiff drink (or any drink really) and the company of whatever ladies can tolerate him. Though not overly honest, he knows that sloppy work now means no work in the future and as such is a fairly reliable gentleman. The only thing to truly put him off is the Gospel. Oh, he's Christian as the next man, but just because he occasionally drinks, fights, steals, and womanizes every halfwit with a bible thinks he's in need of salvation- shows what they know. (deliberately ironic, not trying to offend)
Relation to Host: Far from the notable socialite, Winston is a distant nephew of the Host. And like all obscure relatives, as soon as he discovered that he had a rich uncle he wasted no time in attempting to get in his good graces. As ingenuous as his beginnings may have been, Winston and the older man did come full circle, developing a genuine friendship. Before his death, Winston brought the Host lunch every Thursday and afterward accompanied him on his afternoon constitutionals in the park.
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