Jurt Sawall. The man, the myth, the legend in his own mind. The anti-hero of his own story. Son of Gramble Sawall and Dara-who-has-fucked-everyone.
A man with a motorcycle, an inexhaustible amount of attitude, and very few fucks to give. The resident Fool of Chaos, the man who will speak those unflattering truths that everyone else is thinking, regardless of the consequences. A man who never met a hole in his clothes he didn’t like, though it’s usually the right knee (never the left).
Among his many theme songs: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vqbk9cDX0l0