Profile OFF-0503: Whiplash Hawke

A gunshot cracks like a whip in the dead of night, a flash of gunpowder illuminates a face masked in picked clean bone as piercing eyes survey the dusty remains of a barren saloon; now only home to ghosts...

A ghost-town has its merits though, there's purpose to be found here and money to be made by those who are willing to pick through what's left; it's not a glamourous life, but it beats facing the wrath that comes brandishing a sheriffs badge... And it beats answering to Her...