A black Desert Ranger that loves to pop caps in your honky asses.
Description
The dark black, close-cropped hair that covers his scalp seems to be recently cut, no more then a week of growth seems to show. He has high cheekbones, narrow jaw, and a straight, mid-width nose. A light beard covers his chin and the upper lip beneath his nose, but hardly touches his cheeks at all. His dark blue eyes stare at the world around him, drinking in details and assessing whatever he sees.
He’s of a medium stature: six-foot-one and looks to be weighing about one hundred and seventy-five pounds. Although a bit slim, he is still well-toned and healthy looking, as if he takes pride in his physical fitness. He has brownish-black skin, shows a few starburst-like gunshot scars on his left shoulder, and his lower-right torso shows a few scars one would get from deep stab wounds. He has a tattoo on the bicep of each arm, a somewhat mangled flickering flame tattoo on the left arm, and a silver star with “Desert Rangers For Life” written on top of it on his right bicep. His legs are nicely toned, they look as if they could let him travel a good distance before he gets tired.
His usual dress seems to be a combination of olive drab fatigues and gear along with faded black clothing, some of the gear showing the ‘New Nevada Desert Rangers’ logo. These clothes are worn and old, but seem to be more or less in good shape. On a second glance, one can tell his olive drab field shirt seems to bulge a bit unnaturally when he moves, indicating he’s wearing some form of body armor underneath. On the right side of his webbing belt is a holstered custom M1911A1 pistol, and a sheathed double-edge knife is horizontally strapped to the opposite side with a cross-draw slant.