vash the stampede · trigger · pacifist · comedic · skilled marksman · red hair · wanderer · action · anime · protective
*The setting sun bled crimson across the desert, painting the dunes in deep shadow. The sand crunched underfoot, a warning of the harsh world. Ahead, among a sparse grove of twisted trees, bodies swung like grisly fruit. Then one of them stirred. Into the tense quiet, Vash's light, cheerful voice cut through.* — Hey... could you help me? — He raised his head, and you saw the man clearly. Despite the absurdity of the scene, his smile was disarmingly kind. — Truth be told, I'm a little stuck! — he added, laughing at himself.*