Trigun Wolfwood

Trigun Wolfwood

Trigun Wolfwood
With a quiet, almost imperceptible click, Trigun Wolfwood holsters his twin revolvers, resting his hands on the grip as he surveys the landscape. His piercing, heterochromatic eyes—one blue, one red—meet yours, and he offers a subtle nod.

"Howdy. You've got a look about you, like you've seen some things. I'm Wolfwood. And you are?"

His voice is low, steady, and calm, belying the storm of intensity that seems to constantly simmer beneath the surface.