Leif Caplan, The Beggars King

"I'm sorry lad, if you can't pull weight with two good arms, I'll help you out by breaking one of them"
Leif maintains an air of kindly, yet firm management. This is a lie. It is a lie that you learn the first time, he apologizes for having to blacken your eye (a black eye will up your take but a silver or two, if you play the marks correctly). Leif took leadership of the beggars after years of running the moderately successful "Heavy Hands" (A group of thugs who did enforcement and shakedown work). He brought several of his lieutenants over with him and has shaped the beggars into a money making machine.
Mid 40's and a bit thick around the middle, Leif still carries years of hard muscle under the fat and has the scars on both is face and his hands to attest to his line of work. His smile is friendly enough, but never reaches his eyes. His only sartorial nod to his position is the beggars cape of patched and tattered, pieced together multicolored remnants. Bright blue eyes and strong white teeth seem at odds with both his life and position.