He stands 6' 4" tall, of ruddy complexion and solid build. He wears a leather-like cloak and an outfit reminiscent of the old 19th century cowboys. He tends to speak with a drawl. His name is Abraham Boone, grandson of Daniel Boone. He was a mystery man in the late 1930s till the early 50s with the name SharpShooter. There were many legends of his prowess with his twin silver automatics. How he was able to kill an assassin from over a mile away. How he was able to fire his automatics as if they were machine guns - rapid fire. And how his accuracy was so great that he could knock other bullets out of the air with his own shells. He lives now in the 21st century, kept young by an elixir vitae he stole from his most ancient enemy. He has become bored with the retired life, although he still putters in the lab with his guns, coming up with new technologies. He will occasionally hunt in the backwoods of Northwestern Texas. On his most recent foray, he found a deer path he'd never seen before. Following it, he stumbled across a tavern unlike he'd ever encountered......