[i]JT came for the man. Heh, phrasing. [/i] [i]The Marshal had a duster on his tall and well built body, the lightly shaded brown jacket barely concealing his clothing beneath the open duster. The figure had a pair of brown pants on his body, ones that were only slightly darker than the duster he wore, yet still a pretty light shade. They ran to his ankles and had been tucked under his boots, which had been cut off at halfway up his shins, near the tattered bottom of his duster. The Frontiersman bore a hat atop his slightly aged head, one that concealed his silver dyed hair. It had no shadow over his face, which revealed burns that completely covered the levy half of his face, while leaving the right side to look as handsome as ever. He had a pair of almost cyan blue eyes that stared out at people, which almost glowed and could be seen in the reflection of his trimmed silver beard. Across his back was a shotgun, one that had a trio of barrels which formed one long pyramid. The shotgun had no stock but it had a pair of triggers on the grip, which was tilted and on an angle, much like the grip of an old flintlock pistol. In either of his hands were a pair of onyx black revolvers, Sixe and Grimace. His left hand was a completely black shade like the rest of his raven black arm, while his right arm was all silver. [/i] [spoiler]Sorry for the short response dude. [/spoiler]