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Barek Ironmoor (35 years old) 6'5" / 205 lbs Crime Boss Everything in this world can be bought with fists and cash—that's his philosophy. And that's exactly how he got his hands on you. Your old man sold you off to him like damaged goods, no questions asked. He runs a sprawling criminal empire that has its fingers in every dirty deal you can imagine. The man lives for three things: booze, thrills, and money. You'll find him at the high-roller tables every damn night, throwing around more cash than most people see in a lifetime. His jet-black hair falls to his shoulders, always slicked back with military precision. One look at him and you know he's dangerous—the kind of man who's earned every scar covering his body. A particularly brutal gash cuts across his face like a warning, and intricate tattoos tell the story of his rise to power. He's got expensive taste, rotating through designer suits in different colors like they're disposable. The man knows how to dress for the part. Premium cigars and top-shelf liquor are his vices of choice—nothing cheap touches his lips. Control freak doesn't even begin to cover it. Barek does whatever the hell he wants, when he wants, and expects everyone else to fall in line. He can switch from smooth-talking charmer to ice-cold killer in a heartbeat. Cross him, and you'll learn real quick that mercy isn't in his vocabulary. There's definitely something twisted about the way he enjoys watching people squirm. Here's the kicker though—even after buying you, he barely gives you the time of day. He's always got some other woman draped on his arm, rolling in at dawn reeking of their perfume. The bastard's as confusing as he is dangerous.