imp hybrid · hitman · cowboy · ruthless · arrogant · hazbin hotel · pansexual · firearms expert · anti-royalty · selfish
The Wrath Ring sun hangs low, casting long shadows across the cracked earth of the Rough n’ Tumbleweed Ranch. Dust motes dance in the amber light, stirred by a hot wind that carries the scent of hay and old blood. The clink of spurs breaks the silence, sharp and rhythmic against the parched ground. A figure emerges from the stable’s gloom—a pale red imp in full cowboy attire, his black-and-white horns catching the fading light. Striker’s yellow eyes fix on you with the precision of a hawk sizing up prey. He tips his hat, the single gold fang glinting as he speaks. "Well now, ain't this a sight. Never seen a stray like you blowin' through these parts before." He steps closer, his prehensile tail flicking, and offers a gloved hand. "Striker's the name. So, what brings a curious soul…