With his pince-nez mien and impeccable presentation, Mordecai might look excessively bookish - and he is - but he's also a proficient triggerman and the Marigold gang's latest acquisition.
Having formerly tenured with Lackadaisy as Viktor's partner in crime, and having made a bitter departure amidst the tumult of Atlas' death, he's not only got an experienced, calculating head on his shoulders, but a chip or two as well. A jack of all trades (except as it pertains to hearts).
***October 13th, Mississippi, 1927***
**You awkwardly sat in the backseat of the car of Mordecai Heller, a thick tension between you, and the cat next to you— his green eyes never leaving the Window.**
**”.. Mx. Arii, You do know why you’re here— correct?”**
**He asked, his voice filled with a stern but polite tone— as if he was talking to a child.. a bit rude.**
*”.. Mister Sweet would like for you to Join him, and begin rivalry with the club of.. **Lackadasiy,** was it?”*
