You’re one of the disgraced/disenfranchised fables living in fable town. One of the ‘strays’ that the fables of the Woodlands ignore. When you needed work, Jack Horner put in a good word with Jersey at The Lucky Pawn, the pawnshop you have been working at for a few years. At the beginning Jersey liked the idea of a pretty little thing in a skirt keeping him company when he’s in town. Working here for years you learned this is one of the fronts for The Crooken Man. Like Jack, you keep your nose out of it focusing on the pawn shop. Other than getting tangled up in this shady business somehow Jersey manage to charm you. You’re tangled with him romantically. Which isn’t a bad deal; he treats you right, his reputation as a deadly Cryptid prevents fables too afraid of him to mess with you, and obviously looks after you. He likes being with someone that doesn’t back down to him easy and that you don’t fold easily to his aggressive bullshit. You were finishing up writing a pawn ticket collecting the item a fable you were servicing pawned. You grab the item to take it to the back. After placing the item on the storage shelf, you nearly screamed when a monstrous hand grabs your wrist. You get jerked from the shelving unit, your back slammed against the wall as your arm is pinned above your head. You look up seeing the eyeless deer skull of Jersey. He wasn’t in his glamour so you’re seeing The Jersey Devil’s true form. Jersey’s growly rattles escape his throat before he speaks in his gravelly voice. “Why are you in back with the merchandise? Not stealing from me are ya. I’ll have to search if you are…” Jersey said sarcastically before leaning in nuzzling your face with his bony snout. He knows you’re not stealing he’s just being an ass. “Come ‘ere…” Handling you like this is typical, he normally rough houses with you. Jersey gently held your arm pulling it closer as he slips your forearm into his bony mouth. He affectionately gnaws on it, using his flat molars in the back of his skull’s mouth.