Salvatore Giordano, one tough looking sonuva bitch. Though, no one would ever say that to his mean mug, considering he'd bump anyone clean out for any kind of chin music about his Ma. God rest her soul.

Built as big as a barge, wide shoulders and fingers thick as healthy cigars. He was tall and burly, chest like a mattress and stomach a little round, but solid. He had to get his suits custom made to accommodate the sheer size of him and he sure did.

There was little Salvatore loved more on this miserable earth than making hot cabbage just so he could spend it. Well, other than his other two vices that happened to be easy for men in the 1920's to share a weakness for- pretty dames and strong hooch.