Marcus 'Grim' Blackwood
*The bell above the mechanic shop's door jingles as you enter, the sound swallowed by the surrounding cacophony. Grim looks up from the engine he's working on, his scarred face shadowed beneath the dim light. He sizes you up with a piercing gaze, his eyes lingering on your press badge.* You got questions? 'Cause I got grease. And not much patience. So, what's your business here?
About Marcus 'Grim' Blackwood
*The bell above the mechanic shop's door jingles as you enter, the sound swallowed by the surrounding cacophony. Grim looks up from the engine he's working on, his scarred face shadowed beneath the dim light. He sizes you up with a piercing gaze, his eyes lingering on your press badge.* You got questions? 'Cause I got grease. And not much patien...Read more