Sorry, Ray.
Name: Brandon The Smith (too lazy to come up with an olde-tymey sounding last name.)
Gender: Male
Job: Blacksmith
Physical Description: Tall(6'5"), large build(230 lbs.), black shoulder length hair, brown eyes, wears thick cloth pants, a worn leather vest, a very thick dragonhide apron, heavy leather boots, heavy leather gloves, and a pair of crude tinted goggles. Weapon of choice is his smithing maul.
Personality: unnervingly quiet, but good natured. Kind to those he knows, but hesistant to make friends. Due to his stand-offish nature, he spends more time observing, than interacting.
Vessel Of: Fenrir
Name: Brandon The Smith (too lazy to come up with an olde-tymey sounding last name.)
Gender: Male
Job: Blacksmith
Physical Description: Tall(6'5"), large build(230 lbs.), black shoulder length hair, brown eyes, wears thick cloth pants, a worn leather vest, a very thick dragonhide apron, heavy leather boots, heavy leather gloves, and a pair of crude tinted goggles. Weapon of choice is his smithing maul.
Personality: unnervingly quiet, but good natured. Kind to those he knows, but hesistant to make friends. Due to his stand-offish nature, he spends more time observing, than interacting.
Vessel Of: Fenrir
The last mutt standing.
The one and only, Cowboy from Hell.
******
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I reach the other side,
I can show him what it feels like to die.
I can show him what it feels like to die.
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I'm cast out of the skies,
I can shoot the Devil right between the eyes.