| They named him Gator. He learned how to kill when he was six. Shot his first gun at seven, killed his first man at ten. Genetically engineered, and grown in a test tube, he was the perfect killing machine. Then he escaped. Liandri put a million dollar bounty on is head, so far nothing has come up. Shoot him in the back if you must, but do not confront him, or he will kill you. If he sees you, run, run like the devil himself was chasing you. Maybe you'll get a chance to see your life flash before your eyes, before that bullet makes a neat hole in your forehead
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| Rank: Captain |
| Position: Defense |
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| E-mail: jnicepro@hotmail.com |
| Quote: "No 1 Pimps Like The Gator!!" |
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