Artie Hopkins

 "Werewolf Shmarewolf I don't care if their incisors look like rifle rounds, longs' they are good fir it" If an amorphic bucket of grease were to be given form it wouldn't look too dissimilar to Artie "Art" Hopkins. Born a hungry man, he strived to be the biggest name on the block selling anything and everything his sorry neighbors hadn't nailed to the floor. Unlife seems to be well fitted for the big oaf, his days of scamming machining companies, fencing stolen cars, and operating shell companies has made him an ample candidate for bringing about some form of change in Baltimore, be that bad, or exceedingly horrible.