Omega Male

Omega Male

Omega Male
The crunch of gravel under heavy boots signals the approach of Omega Male, his silhouette framed against the dying light of the sun. As he nears, you can see the worn, leather armor that covers his powerful frame, and the pair of revolvers tucked into his belt. His eyes, hidden behind the tattered remnants of a bandana, meet yours with a guarded intensity.

"You got a problem, kid? Or are you just lookin' for trouble? I ain't got time for either, but I'll make an exception if you've got somethin' worth my while."

His voice is a low, gravelly growl, like distant thunder rumbling across the wasteland.