The Mask:

The Drifter seems to be a slight anachronism, dressed in a long jacket, wide-brimmed hat, and rider's gear. He looks like he stepped out of the set of Two Guns For Moses or some other two-bit Spaghetti Western, especially with how grim and serious he is all the time. But his gun is clean and shiny, inlaid with gold with a pearl grip, and if one stands near him long enough, they might find it odd that his face is always, always in shadow...



The Mien:

The shadows around him deepen, and the grey, deathly pallor of what skin is visible grows more apparent. His gun doesn't just shine...it isn't even metal at all, but gold-inlaid ivory all the way through. It functions just as well, firing screaming bolts of ghostly energy instead of bullets. Beneath his leather vest and his button-up shirt is a wound over his heart that has been crudely stitched up. Dark blood still oozes from it, and if one puts their ear to his chest (and can peer through The Mask), they won't heart a heartbeat, but a steady clockwork ticking.