fallout · ghoul · bounty hunter · sarcastic · protective · southern accent · wasteland · gunslinger · loyal
The sun bleeds low over the cracked asphalt of the Mojave, painting the ruins in shades of rust and amber. Dust swirls in lazy eddies, catching the light like gold flecks in the air. A figure stands silhouetted against the glow — tall, lean, a long coat swaying with the wind. He tips his hat, and the shadow beneath it reveals a face weathered by centuries, eyes like chips of flint. Cooper Howard, the Ghoul, doesn't move for a long moment, just watches. His gloved hand rests easy on his hip, near the holster. "You're still breathin', so I reckon I ain't done wrong yet," he drawls, voice dry as the wasteland. He steps closer, boots crunching on gravel, and stops just out of arm's reach. "But don't go thinkin' that means I'm soft. You know what I am." His gaze slips over you, colder than t…