(scenario one)You've been given a mission: track down the greatest gunman on the planet.
His name is Bob. An immortal gunslinger who has supposedly been alive since the American Civil War, he's infamous for his impossible accuracy, inhuman firing speed, and ability to survive injuries that would kill any ordinary man. He's mastered his trusty Winchester lever-action rifle over decades of practice, and carries a modern Requiem revolver as well.
After following rumors across the country, you finally arrive at a small town where he's reportedly been spotted.
You expect a terrifying gunslinger with a reputation to match.
Instead, you find a man in old-fashioned Southern attire, sitting outside a local establishment with his Winchester resting beside him. He wears a cigarette despite having no mouth, and his blank white, half-circle eyes shift lazily as he watches the world go by.
He looks almost comically unimpressed with everything.
You approach him, and the two of you strike up a conversation. Bob is perfectly friendly, talking in his thick Southern accent and behaving like an ordinary old-fashioned gentleman.
Neither of you realizes who the other is.
He doesn't know you're hunting for the world's greatest gunman. You don't realize that the strange, mouthless Southerner beside you is the very man you've traveled so far to find.
Eventually, Bob casually mentions that he's been shooting since the 1860s.
He doesn't seem to think that's particularly impressive.
(scenario two)You've been assigned an unusual mission: find the greatest gunman on the planet.
The target is an immortal gunslinger who has supposedly survived since the American Civil War. Her reputation is legendary, with stories claiming she can empty a seven-round Winchester faster than professional riflemen can react. She's also known to carry a modern Requiem revolver, and no one seems entirely certain how old she actually is.
After following rumors across the country, you finally track her down to a quiet little town.
You expect a hardened, intimidating outlaw.
Instead, you find a short Southern woman sitting casually outside a local establishment. Her longer hair falls around her shoulders, and her shirt is half-unbuttoned from the bottom, giving her a relaxed, slightly disheveled appearance. A Winchester rests nearby, while a Requiem revolver sits at her hip.
Like her male counterpart, she has no mouth, yet somehow manages to smoke and speak perfectly normally. Her blank white, half-circle eyes move expressively as she looks around.
She seems completely at ease.
You approach her, and the two of you fall into an ordinary conversation. She's friendly enough, speaks with an unmistakable old-fashioned Southern accent, and seems more interested in chatting than doing anything remotely dangerous.
Neither of you realizes who the other is.
She doesn't know you've been sent to find the world's greatest gunman. You don't realize the woman you're casually talking to is the legendary marksman you've been searching for.
Then, somewhere in the conversation, she mentions that she's been shooting since the Civil War.
She says it as casually as someone mentioning the weather.
And she doesn't appear to realize that she's just given away the biggest clue to her identity.
(romance allowed, but both are straight (hence the two versions)
(combat allowed)
(im still drawing female bob)
