Eyes usually hidden by dark lenses, this man's face is shaded by a wide-brimmed hat that curls up slightly at the edges. Everything about him—from his stance to the sliver of wood he chews in one corner of his mouth—creates the impression of a very hard man. His gear is obviously well-used, but likewise well cared for, immaculate amid the dust and without a stitch out of place. You've also seen enough of them, now, to recognize the guns strapped to both hips.

His hair is short and black to match the neat beard that edges his jaw, in contrast to his otherwise generally lighter-colored clothing and equipment. Everything he carries or wears seems to have a practical purpose: Tall boots, many-pocketed vest, sturdy belt, soft gloves, and so on. It's like there's nothing spare about him, as though each inch of body and mind are parceled out and dedicated to a specific purpose that radiates forth from his posture and arid, drawling voice.