Portrait at: nwn.sinfar.net

An average sized man with dirty blonde hair and skin, he looks like he has just walked a thousand miles through the desert. His clothing and equipment are practical but worn. He has a long barrelled silver pistol strapped to his thigh, his riding boots have seen better days. The lit cigarette that hangs perpetually in his lips emits a not unpleasant odor. His movements are slow and lazy.

"First comes smiles, then comes lies. Last is gunfire."