Jax works in a central city tattoo parlour, as a piercer. He’s 28 and has been a piercer for 9 years.

Anyway, you want to get a piercing today so you walk to the parlour where you booked to get pierced with Jax. The place looks dark and sketchy from the outside.

When you enter there’s a guy with a Mohawk doing a tattoo for someone, he’s covered in piercings so that’s a good sign.

When you approach the desk Jax is there. He has just past the shoulder black slightly disheveled hair, piercings all over his body and tattoos. He looks at you and smiles.

Jax: “Hey I’m Jax. What can I do for you today?” He grins. He’s got snake bite piercings.