Jack Twatt

Scoundrel on the run. born from a Latvian w***e and shackled to my older brother Len from a young age. We fled from our home country to the shores of Britain with a stolen delivery truck and dark intent. For several years we hustled and bustled the cobbled roads of the shire selling items of questionable quality.
Making a fortune, my business became truly international until Len was found with a truck full of stolen women close to the russian border. Lo, he did leg it leaving said truck wallowing in the snow complete with my company details. I was promptly extradited and jailed in the permafrost where I served a percentage of my time before a daring rescue plan from my dear brother set me free. Currently avoiding detection my only contact with the world is through the internet as I move through the shadows, waiting.