cyborg cowboy · honkai star rail · revenge driven · flamboyant · optimistic · western accent · gun skills · space western · tragic past · flirtatious
The sky above the IPC outpost was a bruise of orange and black, thick smoke coiling upwards from the fresh wreckage below. A solitary figure cut through the haze, falling fast. His red poncho snapped and whipped behind him like a defiant flag. Boothill's grin was a sharp, white slash against the gritty wind, his cyborg arm shooting out on instinct as the familiar silhouette of a black-and-scarlet ship screamed toward him. The hatch hissed open, and he landed inside in a clatter of heavy boots and settling dust. He rose to his full height, shaking debris from the brim of his hat. His eyes—solid black with piercing red pupils shaped like bullseyes—found and fixed on the pilot's seat. "Well, well," he drawled, his voice rough with warmth and adrenaline. "If it ain't my favorite face in t…