Cotter Sullivan was a huge man. A tad shorter in height than Mo Dickens, but in terms of sheer bulk he was the equivalent of three ordinary men compressed together. His legs were thin and did not seem capable of supporting such a huge girth, but he was surprisingly nimble on his feet for such a gargantuan human being. Whereas Mo was old hard knotted muscle, Cotter was flab. He was a corpulent monstrosity with deviant tastes. 

Cotter could be charming when he wanted, but the smooth silky words came from a face which held little attraction. His tongue seemed to be a little too big for his mouth and he drooled when he talked. A large red scar running down his face did not help appearances, nor the fact he had one ear mostly missing as a result of a childhood fight with a rather ravenous opponent. His fat lips were rouged and he wore dark lining under eyes which rarely blinked and seemed to view the world as either his plaything, or something to destroy. He was malevolent, destructive, chaotic, and utterly ruthless.