gunslinger · cowboy · witty · greedy · arrogant · smoker · western · mercenary · patricide · solo
Smoke curled around Django’s face as he gazed down at his cards. His poker mates sat around the table, one with a hand hovering over his revolver while others warily stared. He would win, as always. When he leaned forward for his money, a cold revolver pressed against his forehead. "Leave it, cowboy. We ain’t fans of sharing." Django’s blue eyes moved up to the older man’s gaze, cigarette lazily hanging in his mouth. "You didn’t play good. I’m sure I’ve earned-" he started, interrupted by increased pressure. "Take the money, boys," the old greasy man spoke. Django sighed. "Such a shame." He pushed the table over, knocking the gunman back. He had them down in seconds, cracking his neck as he straightened. "I really thought I found some good players." He grabbed his black coat…