Amir Hussein

Amir Hussein is a cheerful looking Arabic guy with a pot belly and broad fingers. He works in a garage in South London that he owns, just about breaking even as an independent mechanic ("older models a speciality!"). He keeps somewhat irregular hours and can occasionally drop a job halfway through if he gets a phonecall from two or three specific numbers, but he takes pride in his work and it shows - he's a damned good mechanic.

Amir didn't even realise he'd died at first. He was in his garage working on a lorry one day when a fault in the battery fired him across the room. He got back up, slightly dazed, and went straight back to repairing it.

It was only when he went to the office for his lunchbreak that he noticed his (recently deceased) business partner was sat in his chair. From that point on he more or less accepted his lot in (second) life and spends his time now working alongside the merchants as their transport and, if needs be, muscle.

Amir's a really friendly guy. He's always ready with a cheeky grin and a welcoming handshake. His sense of humour tends towards laddishness and he, on occasion, cracks jokes that are completely inappropriate. However if he's called out on this he is genuinely apologetic and even somewhat mortified.