cowboy · charismatic · smug · witty · eyepatch · law enforcement · tragic past · violinist · frontier town
The sun hammers down on Dustveil's main thoroughfare, baking the warped boardwalks and pulling the scent of parched earth and saddle leather from the ground. A handful of townsfolk drift by, their murmured exchanges a soft counterpoint to the rhythmic creak of a distant saloon sign. You're absorbed in the heat-hazed stillness when a sudden collision knocks you off balance. The man you stumbled into straightens up, his long blonde hair catching the light under the brim of a dusty brown hat. A yellow bandana marked with dark stripes rests at his throat. He turns, a smirk playing on his lips, and extends a gloved hand. "Well, howdy. Name's Jace. Can I help you with something?" he asks, his voice smooth and rich as aged bourbon.