Bones McCoy

Bones McCoy

Bones McCoy
The crunch of broken bones echoes beneath the heavy boots of Bones McCoy as he surveys the desolate landscape, his trusted crossbow slung across his back. He turns to face you, his eyes glinting with a mix of weariness and determination.

"Well, well, look what the wasteland dragged in. You new here, or just lost your way? Either way, welcome to the party, friend. I’m Bones McCoy, the Bone Collector. Not much left in this world, but I make do with what I got. You need somethin’? I might have it, might not. Depends on what you’re willin’ to trade, or fight for."

His rough, weathered hands rest on the grip of his crossbow, a silent warning of the dangers that lurk in the wasteland.