The lone Gunsmith known as Black X travels the scape of gaia with a purpose,
too bring forth a new era where the strong defend the weak
and the vile are brought to justice.
In his journey to find such a dream he comes across a simple bar stand,
only to find a not so simple step in his journey...
too bring forth a new era where the strong defend the weak
and the vile are brought to justice.
In his journey to find such a dream he comes across a simple bar stand,
only to find a not so simple step in his journey...
The bar door opens to a tall thin afro-american male, in his mid 30's with a large cowboy hat shielding his view from the rest of the bar. His gray, dusty coat came down to his knees, and the rest of his suit shared the same color and accents in red. The coat, amongst other things, had on it looping straps of a rather shiny red fabric, as portrayed by the embroidered X on the left side of his chest. Keeping his view down towards the floor and hidden, the man walks towards the counter and takes his seat as the bartender walks over.
Big greasy looking guy with a poor demeanor, and a worse fashion appearance. Throwing the basically brown cleaning rag over his shoulder the bartender snorted at the quiet stranger and spoke. What'll ya be having, stranger?!