Drifter. Rider. Gnome.
Sadism is just another word for knowing how to get things done.
Emery is a rough-and-tumble ex-cop whose temper is inversely proportional to his height. Possessed with a slightly off-kilter moral compass, he’s not above subjecting to the business end of a claw hammer anyone who ruffles his feathers—that is, if they’re unfortunate enough to do so between cigarette drags.
Clad in leather and a thick layer of bitter aftershave and pomade, Emery seems to tower over his defectors, in spite of his obvious shortcomings. On his belt he carries a claw hammer and his prized possession, a sawed-off shotgun he pried from the dead hands of his childhood nemesis.