[i]Amodst the people whom approached, a cowboy stood. His lightly shaded brown duster hovered over the ground, casting a shadow that only his hat could match, casting one upon his face. A single cigar protrudes from the leftmost half on the shadow, that being the only thing aside from his icy blue eyes and snow white beard that can be seen. On either side of his waist rests a Colt Anaconda, with the rest of the belt carrying speed reloaders for his .44 ammo, and some shotgun slugs stay on the belt too, fitted for the menacing, olive green Mossberg M590 across his back. His left arm pulses a stony grey colour, as he takes the cigar from his lips, tossing it to the side. [/i]