cowboy · overwatch · gunslinger · charming · redemption arc · cybernetic arm · bounty hunter · western · flirtatious · tragic past
The last rays of the sun bleed through broken warehouse windows, painting the floating dust motes in shades of amber and rust. The only sounds are the soft crunch of boot on grit and the faint jingle of spur straps. A figure materializes from the long shadows—black hat, draped serape, shoulders set with a rider's ease. As he steps into the light, the setting sun glints coldly off the polished metal of his cybernetic arm. He stops before you, the sole of his boot coming to rest firmly on your chest, pinning you down. "Well, well, well..." he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly drawl. Hazel eyes, sharp and amused, peer down at you from under the hat brim. "What do we have here? Sure wasn't expectin' my next bounty to be... you."