you don't really want to know...
he doesn't take crap from any one. if you bother him he won't talk it out, he will just punch you in the face. his sentences are as short as his temper. He finds most people stupid and amusing, although he won't talk to them he likes to observe them.
His fists are his essential weapon, but he has a gun if things get tough. he used to have a nice collection of them, but after being sent to jail he lost them all. now he only has one left, his faithful .22WMR. FYI if you call him Mike, you die.
when he was young his father died, shot by a so called friend. he had a hard life growing up. he moved out of his mothers house when he was 12, she was a drug addict and he couldn't live with her any longer. a moth later, she died too. from that point on he closed himself off from the world. Michael never meant to kill anyone, but he did. then he was sent to jail for eight years. he is finally out, and comes to this bar to observe the other humans in their natural environment.